Nachos and Gingerbread

On Sunday I worked the Colts game - Jon is on the swim team and as a parent I can earn money towards his monthly dues by working events at Lucas Oil. Not a bad gig - it's a lot of work and I'm gone all day (8-6), but I get to serve nachos and beer to enthusiastic fans and I get to hear the game and even get to see a player or two if I play my cards right. This week was a great game against the Broncos, but I will admit that after the hulabaloo with the health department they are crazy with regulations - most of which don't really make sense or make things cleaner, just more paperwork and red tape - they must of taken advice from the Feds.... Anyway after the game I get to deliver our laundry (shirts and aprons) in the pit of the basement- the drop off is right across from the press conference rooms and the locker rooms - this week I got to see Clint Session of the Colts and Brandon Marshall of the Broncos - pretty sweet!

Mandy and I at our first nacho serving gig

What the hell is my point - my point is that after a long day of nacho slinging I am pooped, pooped actually doesn't scratch the surface I am exhausted- kudos for people who do this for a living - I'm made of a much weaker stock. So I came home, took a shower so I would stop smelling like a Mexican restaurant and Cyd (our dog) would stop following me around hoping my limbs start to fall off because I smell so good, and plopped down on the couch to watch my DVR'd SNL with Taylor Lautner (not to bad - him as an Edward loving teenage girl was my favorite of the night). As soon as I sat Jon reminded me that we were suppose to build our ginger bread house -yes, yes we were, that was before mommy worked her ample ass off. Thankfully Ryan stepped up as super dad and offered to build the house with the kids -I mean he's an architect - if anyone can build a structurally sound, aesthetically pleasing cookie house it's him right?

Wrong, so very, very wrong.

I would like to say at this moment that it shouldn't reflect poorly on my husband and that he has never, ever had anything he has worked on go quite so wrong. He doesn't often use royal icing for mortar and rarely does he have three, overzealous children chomping at his heels to get his projects finished in record time (maybe lawyers or supervisors, but never kids) Clearly the structural quality of this house isn't what it should be - in my semi-professional gingerbread making experience, we have a clear case of not letting the icing harden enough before adding the roof and then the decorative embellishments. All the same - the kids can't wait to eat the hell out of the house, so whether it is standing or resembles a tornado-hit trailer they'll still enjoy the bounty it provides. I assured Ryan there is always next year - but by the look on his face I'm not so sure he'll be first in line offering his "assistance" in building our edible home.

Take care and Thanks!