I’m working on some paperwork and goofing around at teamsugar, so this is going to be short.

Hawaiian Tropic Kids Sunblock 60 SPF. Really, seriously. And this isn’t one of those pay-per-post thingies.
The Evil children rarely get sunburned due in most part because of my Sicilian genes. We’ve always used Coppertone Sport Lotion 30 SPF and never had a problem.

I think the sun must be really intense this summer or something like that because both Gaz and Rico burned a little last week. The Hawaiian Tropic stuff is really great, but just to warn you, it is seriously waterproof. As in, good luck washing your hands after applying. But it works really great and you don’t have to re-apply as often.

Sorry Rachael and Kait. So I was all excited about this the other day.

I finally got around to eating a piece last night. Gag.

First of all - NO LADY FINGERS!!!!! The “cake” part was simply cake. White cake, which I hate. And the creme part - you could literally taste all the xanthan gum, guar gum, locust bean gum in it. *vomits*

What the hell is wrong with Texas man? Seriously. Then again, what do I expect, they use COTTAGE CHEESE in lasagna here. COTTAGE CHEESE!!! WTF?

Sweet news. Gaz is finally flipping with no spot. on the floor. She hasn’t figured out that no one is spotting her, so shhhhhh m’kay? Thanks. Last night at practice she was just goofing around on the tumble track trampoline and rebounded so high out of a round-off that she barely got her hands down for the back handspring. So she’s really close to throwing a whip, which is a big deal considering the mentalness that she’s overcome to do a round-off back handspring.

MEH and I were hanging out with Gaz while she was eating dinner after practice we had an in-depth discussion on why kids shouldn’t say the word fuck, shit, etc. I know, we’re total fucking hypocrites.

I’ll take total responsibility for Gaz saying shit. It’s totally my fault. I burned a CD for her with Pink’s U+UR Hand on it and well, now it’s her psych-up song. Her favorite part is:

In the corner with your boys you bet up five bucks
To get at the girl that just walked in but she thinks you suck
We didn’t get all dressed up just for you to see
So quit spilling your drinks on me yeah
You know who you are High fivin’, talkin shit, but you’re going home alone aren’t cha?

I should be thankful that she hates that song Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne or else she’d be like the rest of the girls at they gym singing:

Don’t pretend I think you know I’m damn precious
And hell yeah I’m the motherfucking princess

Um, yeah. That would be interesting to say the least. I don’t know which would mortify me more, that my 10 year old said motherfucking or that she was singing an Avril Lavigne song.

Glad I’ve got my priorities straight, huh?

Eight years of my favorite. show. ever. came to an end 20 minutes ago.

TV: [”Don’t Stop Believing” by Journey] don’t stop. [blank screen]

CE: WTF? Did the dish go out? Whaaaat?

TV: Associate Producer - Mickie Reuster

CE: What? That’s it? What? Eight years and that’s it?

::sobs::

Added: And what’s up with Meadow? Honey, you live in North Jersey, you should so be better at parallel parking than that. Seriously.

Oh, and one more thing. People, relax. This is seriously cracking me up.

And….. My spin on the whole episode (not just the ending) goes to back a couple of seasons ago when all the recap-ers and reviewers were vilifying Tony Soprano for basically being evil incarnate. They all said that Tony Soprano corrupts every “good” person in his life.

Meadow - inspired to go to law school and protect the underdog from the Federal government after seeing her father taken into custody and being harrassed by the FBI.

AJ - going into the movie business and eventually becoming a club owner ala Adrianna.

Agent Harris - feeding Tony the info that Phil Leotardo had been making phone calls from a pay phone in Oyster Bay, Long Island, “most likely from a gas station” and then when he hears that Phil got whacked, saying “we’re gonna win this one”.

I loved Tony Soprano, much in the same way I loved Michael Corleone. I’m glad they didn’t whack him in the end.

And the cat… it’s Adrianna or maybe Christopher. Hmmm.

Finally!!! I found tiramisu! Yay me!

I’ve been a neglectful blogger. It’s only because I’ve been elbow-deep in html code for this site. I’ve also been fine-tuning some cool t-shirt designs that will be available as soon as I get over myself and upload the files to CafePress.

Have a great weekend.