I was surprised and amazed on Saturday when I received an email
telling me I won tickets through a local Facebook contest. I never win anything and it seems I really didn’t “win” this time either. The tickets were for a kid’s event called Bixby’s Rainforest at the Dubuque Five Flags Center. Basically it’s a ton of inflatables that the kids can play in and some other things.
When we arrived we put two bucks in the parking meter and went to
the window where I picked up my two “free” tickets. I was then told that it would cost my husband and I eleven dollars each to get in. After getting in the door we decided to hit all of the inflatables in a circle except every other inflatable in the circle cost extra money. We just skipped over those but the kids were not impressed that they were missing out. There was also a train ride for extra money, face painting for extra money, rock climbing for extra money and pictures with exotic animals for extra money.
We couldn’t pass up the exotic animal picture as it isn’t every day that you have the opportunity to get a picture with a lemur. Then we decided
each kid probably should have their own picture so we were out more money. The picture was the highlight of the event and the rest was rather disappointing.
When we were finished the kids were hungry and we were an hour
from home so we stopped at a restaurant to eat and then went to Dairy Queen for desert. By the end of the day we had spent over eighty bucks all because of my “free” tickets! I can’t afford to win anything else. You win some and you lose some but sometimes you lose just by
On Friday I helped out at Will’s school with a holiday party. Due
to snow days before Christmas it was delayed. My job at the party was to operate a game called “snowball throw.” You take a long wooden spoon and try to balance
a Styrofoam ball on the end of it while walking to a bucket. The first person to get the snowball in the bucket wins the race.
It was a pretty easy game to explain to a group of first graders
but the first question had me stumped. A little boy raised his hand and asked why the Styrofoam balls were the same size as my boobies. I was speechless so I just ignored him. Later I caught the same little boy with the Styrofoam balls under his shirt pretending to be me. There’s nothing like being humiliated by a first grader. (And you can imagine what I wanted to do with the wooden spoon!)
I was making Mac’s lunch the other day before school and Will asked if he could have a plain piece of bread to eat. For some odd reason my kids love eating bread. Minutes later he came into the kitchen wearing the half eaten piece of bread as a necklace. He wanted to know how many years it would be until he
turned eighteen. He said he couldn’t wait because when he turned eighteen he was going to eat donuts for breakfast every single day for the rest of his life. I couldn’t help but wonder if he will also still be wearing bread necklaces.