A ‘Fortune-ate’ Experience

A Fortune-ate Haiku
Wheel of good Fortune,
I’m who you need on your show.
Help the Bucket List.

On Saturday, A forgotten fortune cookie was found in a cupboard of my home.  “Great Fortune will come in unexpected places.”  Though I’ve yet to  experience (monetarily speaking) the “great fortune,”  yesterday proved to be quite fortunate in other ways.

I’ve followed stalked the Wheelmobile for a few years in hopes of fulfilling the top item on my bucket list-’Being on a game show.’  You may have recalled this post two years ago.  Michael has been gracious to let me keep trying and until yesterday, I’d never been called to the stage in the initial set of auditions/lottery drawing.

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(Picture from the 2010 audition–For yesterday’s audition, I was rushed and didn’t even think about bringing my camera.)

I’ve gone to so many sessions without my name being called, I had actually gone and gotten back in line for the next session.  I was shocked when Mr. Marty (the Pat Wannabe) called my name! I’d love to be confident in the spiel I gave about myself, but we’ll just have to wait and see if it was enough. And regarding solving the puzzle, I was about to state the solution on MY turn and the girl next to me squealed out the answer.  Shame.  Shame. Shame.  So now, I’ll hope and wait, and then stalk the Wheelmobile some more, if need be.  After all, how else can I cross ‘game show’ off the ole bucket list if I don’t keep trying??

And just for fun, the category was ‘Rhyme Time’ and I believe this to be how much was complete of the puzzle.  I ordered a ‘D’, but didn’t have time to say the answer because RUDE LADY TO MY RIGHT did so. Shame on her.  I hope she doesn’t make the show.  But I’m not bitter…

Solution

Would YOU like to solve the puzzle?

Pacifiers and Hair Gel

On Pierson’s 3rd birthday, we had him return his pacifiers to the hospital for ‘babies who need them.’ For a long while, he has used the pacifier only for going to sleep and for many months we told him that when he turned three, he would give them away to babies who needed them.  So on his birthday, we made the trek to the hospital.  I’m pretty sure that letting go of those suckers was harder on the momma than on him.  But, it needed to be done or else I envisioned him taking his senior pictures with the pacifier as a prop.  I’ve been pleasantly surprised that though he has asked about his paci several more times, no tears were shed during the withdrawal process.  Here’s a video of how it went down:

And just so Thatcher doesn’t get left out–
Are you tired of your same ole hair products?  Does it hurt your pocketbook to spend $25.00 on an ounce of hair gel?
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Homemade Hair Gel
Ingredients: Equal parts of syrup and yogurt.
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(No children were harmed in the making of this product.)

Uno Dos and the Photo Invader

For this story to be twice as funny, you must first understand that most of my married life, I’ve endured my husband impressing people with his U-Scan Spanish abilities.  By that, I mean, he learned all the Spanish he knows from the U-Scan, and he’s not afraid to use it!  He’s been known to choose the Spanish option just for its educational value, but once almost paid for 22 limes instead of the 2 in his cart.  At Mexican restaurants, he frequently impresses the waiters with his 100% legitimate (Michael-ized) Spanish, complete with the accent and all!  (I may or may not hide under the table while he shows off his mad U-Scan skills.)……………WELL…the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree…

This past weekend, my dad and mom took the boys to McDonald’s.  My mom was trying to catch a picture of the action.  But, it’s a hard enough feat to get both boys to even LOOK at the camera; much less get both boys to smile simultaneously.  Nearby, there was a little Indian boy who was photobombing her pictures.  With each attempt, he’d scoot closer to be posed with my boys in the picture. She first took this picture, still struggling to get everyone to look her way…

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But it was then that my two-year-old, turned to the little Indian child and pulled one of his dad’s tricks. He looked right at the Indian boy and said, “UNO DOS”.  And mom captured the reaction.

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Can you tell he’s proud of his mad U-Scan Spanish skills?  Like father, like son…

A friendly Memorial Day

***On first glance, you may think this post in my application for What Not to Wear. Do you ever have times where you look at yourself and think, “Um, self? What were you wearing?” This is one of those times. Stuck in between clothes that fit and clothes that are waiting for a larger, more curvaceous preggo body is where I find myself at this time. So please disregard my shirt that looks like a square-neck drape, and join in with my regularly scheduled post.***

Do you have a friend that no matter the amount of time in between visits, you just pick up right where you left off? Meet that friend, Gretchen.

Gretchen was able to steal away from her family (Thanks, Ben!) and come to Louisville for a visit over Memorial Day. Lots of relaxing, chatting, and a couple of excursions were thrown into the visit.

One day trip we took was to the West Baden Springs Hotel. If you live in the Southern Indiana area, this is a must-see day trip, and the tour is fascinating. Not only is the history of this place incredibly interesting, it’s also breathtakingly beautiful. It was built in the 1800′s because the mineral springs of the area supposedly had great healing powers.

If you’re a nerd like me, and would like a history lesson for today:
*Check out a PBS-style video about this hotel & its history, by clicking here.
*Or the history of its nearby sister hotel (French Lick Resort) by clicking here.
*Or a video about the “healing” water by clicking here.

Here’s pictures of our visit.

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Interesting side note: The hotel’s atrium was the largest free-spanning dome until the Houston Astrodome was constructed in the1960′s. It has been dubbed the “Eighth Wonder of the World.

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Here’s my What Not to Wear Audition. Pretend the outfit is lovely.

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Snack time!

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During the great depression, it was closed as a functioning hotel and sold to the Jesuits for one dollar to function as a seminary. Thus, a cemetery sits on the property. Interesting side note: Notice each grave stone has three dates: his birth date (“natus”), the date he entered the order (“ingressus”) and the date of his death (“obiit”).

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Then, we made sure to stop by my favorite Louisville Restaurant.

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And no trip to Louisville would be complete without going to Graeter’s! YUM!

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Thanks for a great visit, Gretchen! More importantly, thanks for your friendship!

The Brutus Cake

My plan for Pierson’s cake was to bake a mix in a 9×13 Pyrex, slap on some frosting, and call it a day. My husband had other ideas. Big…Ginormous..Ideas.   Michael’s vision for this cake included three layers with both fondant and regular icing and an insane amount of planning.  Because of his crazy cake scheming, I designated him at the cake baker/maker.  Let me just brag for a minute and tell you: TAKE THE CAKE, HE DID!

First, please meet the Ohio State Buckeye’s mascot, Brutus:

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For 32 years, my husband has been a huge fan. And, of course, fanatical spectatorship is a valuable characteristic trait to pass on to your children (???).  So, Michael schemed up the cake and went to town.  He worked like crazy on that goofy cake…

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And if I may say so, it came out pretty stinkin’ cute!  I told Michael that next year we need to go the 9×13 with slapped-on frosting route, or else our kid will start to expect these crazy monostrous cakes!

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I’m uber proud of my Michael, but not just for making some goofy cake, amazing as it was. For being my best example of working with your whole heart & accomplishing excellence in all you do.  Thanks for all your hard work,  Michael!  Great job!

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