Growing up my Mom was a real stickler when it came to "not buying crap from claw machines." That rule applied to carnival games as well, just in case you were wondering. Ultimately paying $15 for a $2.50 toy/goldfish/piece of candy just wasn't something we did the Albrecht house.
Needless to say, I've carried that same credo with me into both adulthood as well as parenthood. For the most part it has served me well (I mean seriously, I could've ended up like this guy. Seriously read that- it will make you feel better about basically everything you've ever done.)
But in the interest of trying new things, I didn't protest too much when Ruby pulled a dollar out of her purse to give to a claw machine at the grocery store today. "Well it is your money..." I stated, "And you can do what you want with it. If that's really what you want to do with your dollar, that's your choice. I mean if you really think you can win that Despicable Me doll go ahead. But don't be upset when you don't." My words were technically brimming with encouragement, but not really because they were delivered in a somewhat disapproving and incredulous tone.
She definitely didn't win it, just in case you were wondering. But the important thing here is I let her try to win a Despicable Me doll from a claw machine in a grocery store. There is no way I would've let something like that fly 5 days ago. Carpe Diem y'all.
Despite spending my High School years dressing almost exclusively in an identical wardrobe to a teenage skater, I've never (to my recollection) spent any time on a skateboard.
I was surrounded by skater boys-o-plenty in my youth. Enough so that my brother had rails and ramps and gaggles of skater boys in the backyard year round. Yet I never made any effort beyond my Volcom/Dickies/Element clothing. That was as committed to the "Skate or Die" lifestyle as I came. In skater speak- I was a poser.
So tonight, in my 29th year, I finally picked up a board (have I earned enough street cred to call it that yet?) and cruised around the backyard while my kids were inside asleep, just like a young Tony Hawk. Pretty hardcore if you ask me. And by cruise I meant scoot. I did wear a hoodie, so I looked less like a Mormon Mom (except for the whole actual skateboarding part.)
Behold! A serving of Skittles.