Sweet 16

My youngest, Thing 4, recently turned 16 (though she thinks she’s going on 24). Where has the time gone? I looked through old pictures of her…missing her two front teeth, first day of kindergarten, and the list goes on.

It was a bittersweet day, as she shares her birthday with her recently-departed grandmother who she was very close to. So, while we celebrated her birthday, we mourned the loss of her grandma.

I took her and one of her good friends to Chicago where we spent the day. We checked out Noodles & Company, where we discovered their servings are huge! The three of us could have shared one bowl of noodles rather than each of us getting our own. For those of you who’ve never been there, I recommend sharing a meal if you go.

Afterwards, we headed out to the Nutella Cafe where we were met with a line that went around the building! I think we waited for at least an hour to get in, but Thing 4 had her heart set on going. We had the waffle with a side of ice-cream, which both were delicious. The waffle had fresh berries on top. It was a nice size in that the three of us were able to share that too.

The only store she made purchases at was Lush. Even though she had a decent amount of spending money, she decided she didn’t want to buy just anything in Chicago since she could get clothes and whatnot back home, but we don’t have a Lush close by so that was the only store she really wanted to go to. Other than that, we walked around and she took a ton of pictures, which a few of her pictures are going to be featured in an upcoming photography contest/show. Unfortunately I don’t have access to those pics so I can’t post them!

All in all, it was a fun albeit exhausting day! I wore very comfy sandals so my feet didn’t hurt, but her feet were killing her by the time we left. She wasn’t happy that my cheap Walmart sandals were more comfortable than her expensive Vans. -snerk.- I tried telling her not to get the Vans considering there isn’t much arch support in them, but I was basically talking to empty air.

Advertisements

Bring Your Own Hygiene Products

First of all, a bit of background about that title…

My older daughter, Thing 3, is turning 18 in July. She designed her own birthday invites and unfortunately added that title in the “What to bring” section of her invite. I about died laughing. I mean, really? What 17- or 18-year-old girl isn’t going to bring along her own hygiene products? Oh, gawd.

Thankfully her younger sister, Thing 4, saved the day by redesigning her invites. You see, Thing 4 is a whiz when it comes to all things Photoshop and design. By the way, Thing 4 is a photographer and artist, is the owner and CEO of her own photography company, and she’s only 15. She is one talented little stinker.

 

And The Birthday Shenanigans Begin…

Thing 2’s birthday is coming up on Wednesday.  She turns 17…not sure where the time went.  Yesterday her and I went out to the mall, and I ended up letting her get a tattoo.

I can hear it already. Oh my gawd! What parent lets their minor child get a tattoo?

Hold on to your underpants. It’s not permanent. Even though she’s begged me to let her get an actual tattoo, I’ve told her repeatedly she’s simply going to have to wait until she’s 18. This way, when she’s older and possibly decides she doesn’t like it, she only has herself to blame for it. Not that I have anything against tattoos. Heck, I’ve got one myself. But, seeing as how a tattoo is a lifelong commitment…well… she needs to be old enough to make that commitment on her own.

So, here she is, getting a henna tattoo.

Bri getting henna tattoo

And the finished product:

Bri's tattoo

Tuesday her boyfriend is taking her out to dinner.  I believe Wednesday she’ll be with her dad. Thursday I’ll take her out, and then Friday I’m taking her, Thing 3, and my niece to Chicago for the day. Then on Saturday, I believe her grandmother is taking her shopping.

Whew! Let’s hear it for week-long birthday celebrations!

Stop Squeaking!

image

Apparently this little mouse toy was madly squeaking and wouldn’t stop. Thing 3 determined it must be possessed, so she stuck it in a salt ring.   As soon as she put it in the ring of salt, the squeaking stopped. Coincidence? Or do I have a demon-possessed cat toy?

Why Does It Look Like Blood Mixed With Barf?

I sent Thing 1 to the store for a few things–milk, hamburger, V8, crackers…so he bought some “flavored” milk. One was chocolate mint (yuck–grainy and too minty), and the other was red velvet milk (again, yuck).

Of course, Thing 3 wanted to try them. She agreed with me that the chocolate mint was gross, though Thing 1 disagreed. She then wanted to try the red velvet milk.

Have you ever seen red velvet milk? It’s thick like blood and the color of a sickly, muddy red. When I handed it to Thing 3, she looked in the cup and asked, “WHY DOES IT LOOK LIKE BLOOD MIXED WITH BARF?!” She then proceeded to drink it, and guess what?

She liked it!

I, however, am staying away from it.

Things were great…until I tried the tea

I went Black Friday shopping at a local mall. This is only the second time in my life I’ve ever went shopping on Black Friday, and it reminded me of why I don’t do it.

There’s waaay to many people!

I didn’t get much simply because I’m saving up for other stuff, so I “tried” not to spend money. Really, I did try.

I was doing great until we stopped in at Teavana. We moseyed around the store, sniffing and sampling different teas. Most of them were kind of blah or okay, but then…the sales associate had us try the holy grail of tea.

White Chocolate Peppermint.

Oh. My. God.

That first sip almost sent me into orgasmic bliss. By the second sip, I was hooked. When I asked her “how much?” she went behind the counter, opened up a tin, and the scent wafted out. She then proceeded to fill up a tin, weighed it, and told me the price.

I almost dropped my teeth.

A hundred-fifty bucks for 2 pounds of freakin’ tea?!

I was in turmoil. What to do? If I bought the full 2 pounds, then I’d get the tin for free AND 20% off the price!

Thing 2 and Thing 3 were both with me. While I was having an internal debate on what to do, they were chanting, “Get the tea! You know you want it. So do we. Get the tea!” I’m sad to say, I bowed under peer pressure and bought the damn tea. Of course, I also had to get a teapot to properly brew my tea.

After we got home, we all relaxed from a long day of shopping with a nice, hot cup of White Chocolate Peppermint tea. Ahh, heaven in a cup.

Rather than throw out the used tea, I have it simmering over the stove. My house smells delicious.

And the $150 tin of tea I bought? It’s now a prized possession and under lock and key. I told the kiddos they can’t make this tea whenever the hell they feel like it, because it’s gotta last an entire year! It’s only sold during the holidays, and I’m not spending another $150 on tea until this time next year.

Aww, Did I Break Your Wittle Heart?

My daughter, Thing 2, has a thing for Matt Bomer, only she didn’t know his actual name. She watches episode after episode of White Collar.

She’s in love with him. She even got Thing 3 to fall in love with him too. –le sigh–

Tonight I asked her, “You do know he’s gay, right?”

Her response was “What?! He’s gay? Man.”

Thing 3 asked “Who’s gay?”

Thing 2 responded, “The hot guy is gay! Well, maybe he’ll go straight and then in five years I can marry him.”

Dream on, hon. Dream on.