Ice Cream Maker and George Clooney


5 minutes for mom is having another big giveaway and since I like free stuff, and I’m gonna guess you do too — here’s the link for you to enter. Okay, I have dibs on the ice cream maker. I realized how stupid I am — once I saw the ice cream maker I didn’t even look to see what the other prizes are…There could be trip to Hawaii — okay, probably not. Hawaii, ice cream, Hawaii, ice cream — I don’t know hard decision.

I was thinking that the tuesday ice cream posts have gotten well, kinda like the gooey ice cream stuck to the bottom of the cheap ice cream carton–you know what I mean? Yeah, old. Just think if I won that Krups maker I could well, share my personal ice cream creations. People would check out my blog from all over the world just to experience my almost-humor and award winning ice cream recipes. I would get so famous that I would have a talk show featuring “Ice Cream Tuesdays”. I would have guests on my show like George Clooney and George Clooney and did I say George Clooney?


The Service in Customer Service

Friday, I decided to take my three sweet children to the fair. I am not exaggerating; they were actually sweet on Friday. I planned ahead and bought the tickets online for a cheaper price than at the gate, and was gloating about my resourcefulness. I tend to gloat anytime I save money, and repeatedly tell myself how thrifty I am.

We live very close to the fairgrounds and walked to the fair (saved $8 -$15 in parking fees—see I’m gloating again). We went through the little gate and everything was going smoothly, the weather was nice and the kids were still sweet. One of the tickets I bought online was for a book of ride coupons. I presented this to the girl at the gate and she said, “Oh, I can’t take this you have to go somewhere else.”

To which I replied “Where?” (Good question, huh?)

“I don’t know this is my first day” –it was the first day of the fair.

I moseyed onto the ticket booth, so that he could say “Oh, you need to give this to them” and pointed to nothing, really.

I then proceeded to walk through the entire fair to the far  entrance to the fair to the information booth. Being the “information booth” I assumed they would have information. “Hi, can I help you?” the information chick asked.

“Well, I bought this ticket online and don’t know how to get my ride coupon book.”

“Oh, let me call someone”, she said. She got on her walkie-talkie, cb or what have you (you’d think with technological advancement she would have something called an “icom” or “berry talker” or they’d be text messaging.)  Anyway, the information guru on the other side of the device told her that I needed to go to the ticket booth.

“But, I already went to a ticket booth and they couldn’t help me,” I said somewhat sweetly.

“Oh, well, you have to go to it again. These will be open at 11 o’clock.”

“11 o’clock?”

“Yes, that’s when they opened last year.”

“Okay, thanks.”

I (still smiling) looked at my watch (10:30) and then wandered over to the nature section so my kids could pet millipedes and bearded dragons. They were very excited and I was happy they were so excited. We stayed in the nature section until my daughter told me that she had to go to the bathroom–yesterday.

So we ran to the nearest restroom tripping over turtles, snakes and the elderly as we frantically searched for the closest latrine. After what seemed like hours, but what was only 1 minute and 23 seconds, we found a place for my daughter, and all of it made it into the toilet. I was relieved. The kids begged me to go back to the nature area. And, being the nice mom that I am, and because it’s free, we went back to petting the turtles and snakes.

At around 11:00 am, the kids started asking about the rides again. We find the closest ticket booth and I hand my internet receipt. She greets us with a shaking of the head and pointing of the finger to a sign taped to the window which basically said:

All internet ticket purchases must be picked up at the ticket window between Looney Tunes and Monster Trucks

“Oh”, I said, “where is that?”

“I don’t know where it is,” said the very helpful ticket booth lady.

“Okay, thanks.”

We of course have no idea where the monster trucks and Looney whatever are, and don’t know what direction we should even go. We start walking, again.

On our journey we meet a lady (or was it the tin man?)that seemed official, and I said as politely as I could possibly muster at this time, “I have been looking for someone to help me with this internet purchase for the last hour, could you please help me?”

“Oh, sure, I’m so sorry (finally, a sorry) let me see that,” she says and then gets on her cb radio thingy.

We waited for about 10 minutes while she called up everyone in a 30 mile radius for an answer.

“Oh, I know where it is”,  she said after speaking to what must have been the 911 operator,  “just go back where you were and you will see a trailer, ticket thingy and the monster trucks right next to it.”

So we go back toward where her finger was pointing, convinced this time, we would get the tickets, only to find ourselves at the same information booth we visited an hour previously!

I just looked at information chick and said “No, we still haven’t gotten our tickets.” (I would like to say I was still sweet, but I was more terse than polite.)

“You still don’t have them?” she said which we all know to mean – “you’re still an idiot?”  

At this time the lady who had pointed to this general direction pops out of her little golf cart to say “You still haven’t found it?” which we all know means – “you’re the stupidest person I ever met.”

She finally shows me where the hidden little trailer was next to the monster truck ride (okay, these were not monster trucks they were baby trucks).

I went up the stairs and presented my internet coupon, and the lady at the booth hands me the coveted ticket coupons .Not being content to leave it at that, I mention that I had a very hard time finding the trailer.

“We’re here in the same spot every year”, she says in a monotone voice.

“Well, I’ve never been here before and wouldn’t know that, and there are no signs anywhere.”

“Oh, yeah, there aren’t any signs, but everyone knows where we are.”

“No, I have talked to 4 people that work at the fair and they didn’t know. No one knows where you are.”

“Okay, I will make sure the people at the front know where we are.”

Would it have been so hard to say “I’m sorry”, or, “Please take more ride tickets for wasting an hour of your day chasing down everyone at the fair to ask them something they all should know the answer to” or even “You shouldn’t have had to go through all of this, the fair should be fun!”

I was to blame because I was supposed to know where they were “last year” when I was living half way across the world!  

the replacements

We’ve been replaced already. We are moving next week and our apartment complex has already found our replacements. We went down to the pool yesterday and met them. Three kids, two boys and one girl and the youngest is 2-years-old, has the same color hair color as my almost-2-year-old, and has the same name. It was a bit weird when I heard the other mother call their little one “Wilberforce” — I didn’t think it was such a common name.

They were better looking than us too. They even looked like they had some money. It was like the new improved version of our family. Younger (well, two of the kids were), tan and sweet. Also, I bet she writes and actually makes money doing it.

So we move in a week and apparently the apartment community will make it without us. They won’t even know we’ve left. They have the new, improved rjlight family and we will just move on.

I’m almost a good sport

I’ve been tagged for a meme by Luisa. If you have been reading my blog for any length of time you know that I am not a big meme fan. I liken them to chain letters. Since Luisa let me know of the tag by commenting on my blog –I decided a would play a tiny bit. I am like that kid on the playground that you hated because she always wanted to play everything her way. Another reason I am not a meme fan is because I don’t think people would really be that interested in my life to such detail. Anyway, I will try not to bore you sick, and I will not tag anyone else. Video killed the radio star and rj killed the meme.  

What were you doing ten years ago?

I just graduated from High School and I was going to college as a pre-med major. I lied. Okay, I was gaining lots of weight. I was pregnant with my first-born, and I was about to be promoted or just promoted to Account Executive at the advertising agency I was working at in North Carolina.

What were you doing one year ago?

I had just made a huge move from Rivas-Vaciamadrid, Spain and was staying with my sister in South Carolina.  I think my husband had just left for a trip down further south to help re-build after Katrina.

Five Snacks You Enjoy:

  1. Snapea Crisps
  2. Olives
  3. Ice Cream
  4. Chocolate soy milk
  5. Cereal – Trader Joe’s Sweet & Salty Granola

Five songs you know all the lyrics to:

Okay, I mostly know the lyrics to about 5000 songs. Let’s see off the top of my head, or truthfully on the CD’s in the cabinet next to me, these are some songs I pretty much know.

  1. Chicago – Inspiration
  2. Alex Ubago – No Te Rindas
  3. U2 – I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For
  4. Enya — Amarantine
  5. Steve Tyrell – On the Sunny Side of the Street

Five Favorite Toys:

  1. The notebook computer
  2. The printer
  3. The internet
  4. Okay I don’t obviously play enough
  5. Barbies? Legos?

Things you would do if you were a millionaire:

  • I would pay off all debt
  • I would probably buy a small house
  • I would give, give, give 
  • Travel to Spain and other spanish speaking countries
  • I would invest for the future
  • Try to buy a pair of shoes without looking at the price tag

Hmm, am I an ongoing millionaire as in the money will keep coming in every year ? Or do I get a one-time gift of a million dollars and is this after taxes or before?

 Five Bad Habits:

  1. Worry
  2. Impatience
  3. Pride
  4. Eating too much sugar
  5. Selfishness

Five things you like to do:

  1. Read
  2. Sit by the ocean
  3. Watch good movies
  4. Laugh
  5. Share a meal with good friends

 Five things you will never wear again

  1. My wedding dress
  2. Ditto jeans
  3. Stirrup pants
  4. The dress I called my party dress when I was 5
  5. Cullottes

Five insects in South America that start with the letter “Z” — okay that one was mine… 

Five people to tag:

If you want to play–be my guest but I’m not going to tag ya

just a follow-up to my pharmacy thoughts

1. I want you to know this weekend I was able to eat Baskin Robbin’s Chocolate Peanut Butter ice cream.  I know you were worried about this so I wanted you to know.

2. I know many of you were worried about how I left my kids in the car while I ran a quick errand. First of all, it was probably a total of 6 minutes and 27 seconds that I was actually  in the pharmacy or I would have had more thoughts going through my brain.

3. I love my kids and would never put them in harms way. If I leave them in the car: 

  • I make sure it is running just in case my 9 year old needs to move the car to a different parking spot.
  • I leave a loaded gun on the seat next to him so he can keep intruders away.
  • I leave a bag of hard candy for my 2 year old to munch on just in case he is hungry.
  • I put the radio on a rap station so they can learn new words.
  • I give my daughter a box of matches to play with so she doesn’t get bored.

So please don’t worry!

Pharmacy thoughts

Yesterday, it was a blistering 150 degrees and I had to run over to the pharmacy after picking up my kids from school. I parked in the shade and asked my kids if they wanted to run in with me or stay in the car. They unanimously said they wanted to stay in the car (well, my toddler didn’t really have a vote) so I ran into the pharmacy.

The longest time it has ever taken me to pick up my prescription was maybe 2 minutes. But yesterday there were people everywhere. I don’t know if it was national drug day or overstock clearance or what, but I’ve never seen so many people spending good money on hallucinogenics outside of Amsterdam.

So I’m waiting in line, and I remember that it’s 150 degrees outside and my kids are in the car. All these thoughts are flying through my empty head.

I parked in the shade, but what if my kids brains are frying in this heat?

My oldest is smart enough to open the door if it gets hot, right?

Get off the cell phone already! Oh please keep talking right in my ear — haven’t you heard of personal space?

I’m going to jail for leaving my kids in the car, what was I thinking?

Margarita? That guy just asked for a margarita? You get these here too?

How much medicine could she be buying? Does she need a shopping cart?

That old man is going to get in front of me. Yeah, he can’t walk so well, but he could sit down and wait. He has a walker to lean on too — I don’t. How horrible of me to think that? How selfish I am! 

My kids are still in the car. I need to get out of here — my kids! I can hear their brains sizzling.

It’s so hot! Perfect day for ice cream. Man, I still haven’t gotten Baskin Robbins Chocolate with Peanut Butter ice cream. I’ve been back in the states for 9 months too!

Ice cream would be so good. I wonder what’s on tv tonight. Oh summertime—repeats. Nothing good.

Oh, look at her sandals! Those sandals are so cute! Where did she get those?

Hurry up! Just pay for the medicine and figure out how to use it later!

Calm down. The kids are fine. Just relax.

It’s almost my turn! Uh-huh, yeah. Uh-huh.

Here’s my card, here’s the money. Hurry, up. Can’t you find it? Come on, I called 5 days ago. I wonder what it would be like to be a pharmacist. Why do they need so much training? Don’t you just count pills and explain drug stuff. How hard is that really? I could do that. I wouldn’t want to do that, would I? Probably pays well. Boring job though. Did I hear a siren? They’re coming to take my kids away from me! Hurry, lady, any drug will do!


My kids were fine when I got back into the car with my drugs. I wasn’t arrested, and my son said, “Hot? It wasn’t hot in here, mom. We’re in the shade!” They had a blast playing with their water bottles. My son was thrilled with his “world record” time of 11 seconds balancing the bottle on his head. And I had been worried.

Camping, Organizing and Moving


We went to see my mom again last weekend and so, we revisted the camping scene. Since we are approaching the hot summer when everyone wants to pitch up tent and sweat in the wilderness, I called ahead to make sure the camping site wouldn’t be full. The camping official-ranger-schedule people informed me that the camp was being run by a group called 24 Hours of Adrenalin. This group was hosting a bike race and reserved the entire park. I figured as long as they had room we’d stay there since it was close to my mom’s little condo — it was a bicycle race so I figured they weren’t going to party all night.

I never stopped to think about what the “24 Hours” in the title meant. I now know. My husband now knows. My kids now know. We know. It was so much more than a bike race. Yes, it was an ALL-NIGHT long bike race. So in the midst of the windiest camping night I have every experienced we were hearing about how well #124 was doing all through the night. At 6 am we woke up to hear about how thankful they were for all the volunteers and were offering coffee and hot dogs. I had my own ideas of what to do with those hot dogs. It was a cold, long night. I can’t tell you how thankful we were for little things like beds, walls and a good night sleep.


I have come to realize that I am in need of a set writing schedule. I feel like I’m juggling raw eggs and everyday one comes crashing to the floor (okay, I’ll stop with the bad analogies). My kids will be out of school within a week, and if I don’t get some goals and a schedule I will be spinning my wheels at the same time I am juggling my eggs (okay, now I’ll stop). So I have to get some goals written and a writing schedule. I will also be making a blogging schedule so that you, my sweet, faithful readers will know when to read my ramblings. I might even change my blog a bit. Yes, organized I will be.


We found a house to rent only 15 minutes from my husband’s work–and it’s cheaper. I am excited and overwhelmed at the same time. Once again I have to displace my children. Once again I have to box up my life. I know this is a good move, and this neighborhood we might be able to eventually buy into so we are planning on staying put this time for awhile! It is the school that is going to be the hardest to leave. We are debating putting them in the neighborhood one or trying a virtual academy-homeschool type situation. I’m not sure what we should do right now. On the one hand I feel I can teach my kids better than the school — I can make sure they continue in Spanish and infuse in them a love for learning. On the other hand, I don’t know if I can spend so much time with them without maiming them. Yes, that is a horrible thing for a mother to admit — they can just drive me so crazy. My son has a mouth on him. Sometimes that mouth is filled with wonderful questions and thoughts and other times that mouth needs to be silenced–quickly. My daughter is the most sweet loveable little girl unless she hasn’t had enough sleep. When she is tired I question why I had kids. The youngest one is so funny, but if he doesn’t have the right car in his hand when we are leaving the house watch out! How can I write if I’m teaching all the time? I don’t know.

So, this is my life right now. A big ugh! Filled with ugh-ness. I will be filling up boxes and trying to trade some of my writing for bank deposits, while I am being the perfect wife and mommy that I always am–making scones, knitting blankets, reading stories, painting murals and putting my spices into alphabetical order. Oh, no that’s not me–that’s Luisa.

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