Posts Tagged: disney


20
Oct 10

the splash zone: episode 6

7 y/o to me while i was calling her friend for a playdate, “you will probably have to leave a message on her voice messaging system.” i giggled, which prompted 10 y/o to say to her,  “you are going straight to the blog.” 7 y/o to me,  “great, now you’re writing it down.”

10 y/o: “there are so many old people here.” me: “we are all going to be old one day.” 10 y/o: “yes, but you be will old much sooner than me.”

me: “a kitten will be a lot to handle.” 10 y/o: “yes, but i want one from the kitty litter.”

10 y/o after her sister sneezed: “i just got a little spritz in the splash zone.”

so, mommy is a sucker and we got a new kitten and the maniacal phototaking ensued. i said, “it’s like the paprazzi in here.” 7 y/o said, “no it’s the catarazzi.”

7 y/o was flailing her arms by my coffee and i said, “can you please watch this?” meaning be careful not to spill it. i went into the other room and after a minute she asked me if she could go pet the cat and i said, “of course, you don’t need permission.” and she said, “well, you told me to watch this.”

while catsitting, my mom’s cat, dexter, the girls were discussing getting our own kitten. 7 y/o said to 10 y/o, “shhh. dexter can hear you.” and 10 y/o replied, “i’m not cheating on him.”

me to 10 y/o, “well, i told you that already. you don’t listen to me.” “no, i don’t, do i?”

10 y/o: “cats are just like elderly people: they sleep, eat & poop.”

me: “you guys, this movie is so horrible.” 7 y/o: “that’s the point.”

the girls  & i got home late one night & i was too tired to make lunch before bed so i made it the next morning. after putting it in her backpack before leaving for school, 10 y/o looked at me & said, “well, the lunches got made this morning, but this isn’t going to become a habit is it?”

10 y/o on phone with her friend, “i’d like to have a playdate, but my mother has a homework policy.”

10 y/o noticed my frown when she took a bottled water which i like to reserve for school lunches and said to me, “you can buy more, mommy. i’ll give you the five dollars.”

me to 10 y/o referring to an online game: “i really do not find that game to be appropriate.” “why? it’s just a dress up game.” “look at how she is drawn: her boobs are huge.” 10 y/o: “they’re not huge, they’re ENORMOUS.”

10 y/o pondering her halloween costume, “i could go as a nerd.” me, “ok.” 10 y/o, “but that may be offensive to the kids that really are nerds.”

so my new job is technically in the mall, but i have a desk job, however, upon hearing of the location, 7 y/o exclaimed, “you get to work in  the mall? you are SO LUCKY!”

7 y/o, “mommy, if you keep wearing black to work , they are going to think you’re goth.”

while watching a show with 10 y/o, she asked, “so what’s this show about?” me, “just about their life together.” 10 y/o, “so it has no context whatsoever?”

girls and i were discussing how they would feel about me dating which prompted 10 y/o asked me if i was dating anyone. i told her i wasn’t and pointed out that i had told her that already. she replied, “well, i don’t pay attention to your background life.”

we were watching a show where the divorced couple was really amicable and 10 y/o asked, “why is the mom allowed in the dad’s house?”

every time i leave a room, my kids start yelling, “moooooooom?” while their dysfunctional need to know where i am every minute is somewhat flattering, i get tired of responding after the first 400 times. the other day i was ignoring the calls from the next room which prompted 10 y/o to say, “where are yoooooooooou?” i yelled back, “i left.” then i added, “maybe i should wear a tracking device.” 10 y/o agreed saying, “that would be nice for both of us.”

dinner at grandma’s house the other night included zucchini muffins (which 7 y/o thought were delish until she realized they were healthy) – 10 y/o said she really liked them because they had “a microwaveable quality to them” which reminded her of my cooking…

watching 10 y/o put ketchup on her plate sparked this conversation:

“i thought you didn’t like ketchup.”

“i like it only with specific foods.”

“like what?”

french fries.”

“what else?”

“nothing.”

“well, that is specific.”

me to 7 y/o, “i notice you hardly play in your room anymore.” 7 y/o, “that’s because you make me clean it up.”

upon telling the girls, they would have to come with me to my doctor appointment, and 10 y/o asked, “is it for a genealogy test? i said, “i think you mean gynecologist.” “whatever, i don’t want to go to your vagina appointment.”

7 y/o to 10 y/o after i laughed at something she said: “she is just going to have more and more things to put in the blog. oh no. i just gave her one. i better just not talk. ugh. she’s writing that down too.”

7 y/o likes to pretend she’s a cat but she gets extremely rambunctious when she does. the other night, it was late & she wanted to play cat and i told her she could but she had to be a calm cat. 10 y/o chimed in, “yeah. a cat on meds.”

me: “look, a baby deer.” 7 y/o: “it’s probably a teenager. babies can’t be alone.”

7 y/o to me after i explained an idea to her, “this is your plan?”

7 y/o watching an untalented disney star (as if there is any other kind) sing, “he is totally lip singing.”

10 y/o was half-heartedly complaining about being blog fodder (she actually really loves the attention) and i said, “but i never use your names. no one knows who you are.” “right, you just say 10 year old and 7 year old like no one knows who that is.”

7 y/o remarked to her sister, “you are double digits now.” and then i said, “wow, you are getting so big!”  she replied, “yes, i’m a tweenager now. it goes from juvenille to tweennesss, to drinking adult.”

me to girls, “i made rice krispie treats yesterday.” 10 y/o, “you actually made something?”

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3
Jun 10

caffeine, booze, & undereye concealer!

the divorce is the first thing my husband and i have agreed upon in the 14 years since we got married.

i’m thinking about hosting a dinner party – my wine rack is empty.

people tell me i look a lot younger than i am – i think vodka may have preservative qualities.

it really troubles me how poorly my family communicates; but i’m not going to say anything…

not only are some days a complete waste of makeup, but they are also a complete waste of contacts.

i am so happy i had 2 girls – i can’t wait until we are all on the rag at the same time.

my kids are seeing a therapist because i prefer to pay someone to listen them bitch about me so i don’t have to.

in these past 3 months, i have been caught in the middle of more than one marital spat over paint colors. so, one day i cheerfully told a particularly angry couple that i get $9.80 per hour to mix paint, but i charge $325 for mediation.

if i don’t call back, don’t take it personally -it’s only because i don’t want to.

not only am i my own worst enemy – but i am my own worst pusher.

i am so organized, my items for curbside bulk collection were all sorted and labeled. i take pride in having the neatest trash in my neighborhood.

self involvement is extremely time consuming.

it’s not really the possibility of catching an std that worries me about sleeping with strangers, it’s more the being found in a hotel room dead and  chopped up into a million tiny pieces. i can just imagine that being explained to the kids: “well, girls, you see, mommy was a bit of a slut…”

when my kids tell me long stories i totally zone out. they never have a point anyway.

how much of a leap is it to make vodka from the decomposing potatoes in my pantry that i keep buying & forgetting i have? it seems such a waste to  throw them out. while we are at it,  what can you make out of onions?

for most women, me included, the supermarket is a major social event. it would really be helpful if they would install chatting & non-chatting aisles.

if you have girls, then motherhood is exactly like school, except the mean girls live with you.

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13
Jan 10

reality, bites!

so, i have just emerged from the cozy cocoon of a sick child who has been home for two days. the doc confirmed it was just a stomach virus and not The Swine. thank jeebus. i am developing a very close relationship with the pediatrician this year; averaging a sick visit with one child or another every 30ish days. poor lil thing felt so crappy all she did was lay in my bed and watch tv for 2 days. and of course, i being her loving mother, was more than thrilled to put everything on hold and sit and watch tv with her for 2 days. i discovered an entire world i have been missing – Daytime Reality TV. it’s generally reserved for the homebound, insane, house arrested, and unemployed, but we found a whole new slew of shows to dvr. we enjoyed The Style Network the most & its myriad of shows designed to break already low self-esteemed women down further by telling them their entire life sucks, their friends agree, and all they need to fix it is a makeover. thus, confirming their deepest fears that all that matters is how you look. then these newly fabulous empowered creatures are booted back to their crappy lives with to die for designer clothes they really could never afford, a hairstyle never to be replicated again, and a face full of expertly applied “natural” makeup that once washed off will turn back into blue eye shadow & glitter eyeliner. all with an “atta girl” sprinkled on top. since i now know all of womankind’s problems can be solved with a makeover, i have applied to be on the show…

anyway, all this “reality” inspired me to come up with my own reality shows, based on actual Reality.

here is the svw network’s spring 2010 lineup in development:

Unshowered

follow the deterioration of  extremely well groomed pregnant women as they become new mothers and no longer have the time for the extensive personal hygiene they once did. see the true genius of the creativity put into looking clean, but not actually being so. while being held together loosely by under-eye concealer & massive quantities of caffeine, can they fool their closet friends? will the baby wake up just as she steps into the tub? can she shave her legs with a one year old dancing around the bathroom? will husbands who never hear the baby wailing  all night, “help” out long enough to let their comatose wives take a shower? will she ever stop silently weeping upon accidentally viewing old photos of the woman she once was? the dirtiest, hairiest, but cleanest looking woman wins a trip to the bathroom so she can take just one crap alone.

Preschool Princessess

watch a semester of a class of darling suburban 2 year olds as they spend 3 hours at a pricey pre-school. watch their mothers overdress them in fancy designer clothes made for dolls, not children, send them into a room full of paint and glue and admonish them “to stay clean” while encouraging them to have fun. notice the teachers beginning to crack from the stress of trying to keep smocks on these princesses so mommy doesn’t rip them a new one when she comes back. you will be on the edge of your seat when grape juice and oreos are served at snack time.

Pyramid Scheme Pals

meet 5 women with their “own businesses.” they sell everything from makeup to craft supplies to household items. explore this cunning underworld as they struggle epically to keep making “new friends” (i.e. network)  to host “parties” where they get these “friends” to buy tons of overpriced crap they don’t need and to get others to be a “rep” under them. all it takes is a few suckers with checkbooks & a bottle of wine for these enterprising women to barely cover their initial outlay for “the product” they are now housing in their garages. some will actually make money, some will be forced to liquidate and quit. see how they handle the constant alienation from the community such as “friends” hiding from them when they approach for fear they be asked “to host a party as a favor” or attend one where they have to buy something out of a misplaced feeling of obligation.

On Hold: India

watch as 2 teams of heroic men & women conquer their fears in this monumental adventure game. they must get on the phone with customer service reps in india and brave the eternal holding pattern of a person that needs actual product support. only the most finely tuned of ears, can decipher the code of what the”agent” on the other end who just learned english yesterday is actually saying. how long can they go without hanging up? many will try, but few will succeed. the winner gets to be transferred to a supervisor and wait for a call back that never comes.

So You Think You Can Text

see the trials and tribulations of texters trying to communicate with non-texters in this exciting reality series. feel their joy when their technologically challenged friends finally get it & join the rest of the world in this new endeavor. see generations come together in a whole new way that doesn’t require any of that pesky talking. share their ups & downs as they try to decode each other’s text slang and give birth a whole new language. watch texting wars and friendships crumble under the weight of lag time. hold your breath as they all text while driving even though they promised tyra they wouldn’t.

Lunch

follow a bunch of women through various stages of wifedom & motherhood as they lunch at a different locale daily. the great debate of what to order. salad or chicken? dressing on the side. who is dieting? who is eating bread? who isn’t eating carbs? watch a fight break out as  the carb eater spits in the face of the the non-carb eater & snags her bread. who will have the gall to order dessert? will the stroller fit? how do the other women handle the pal that is always rude to the wait staff or the friend who has obnoxious kids that make a giant mess while screaming for an hour? will the intelligent woman’s ears bleed if she has to listen to one more story from the vacuous ex-supermodel mom? do they all make it home before the bus? the victorious woman wins a lifetime of all expense paid lunching at nordtsrom.

The Great Race: Endless Supermarket Run

watch  5 harried women return to the grocery store day after day for that One More Item they eternally need even though they “were just here yesterday.” see them cruise the parking lot for a closer spot, load 4 fighting kids into the cart and endure long “express” lines with lots of crap their whiny brats beg them to buy while just trying to pay for a 1/2 gallon of milk.

Drive-Thru Divas

you will be glued to your screen every week watching 6 suburban women drive about town in their giant suvs. they achieve all of their daily tasks without ever leaving their cars. coffee, lunch, the banking, pick up the family’s rx’s, re-fuel; all while talking on their cell phones to each other and just narrowly missing side swiping the drive-thru windows.  this is a game of extreme skill and only the winner will make it to the end of the season with both side view mirrors in tact.

Suburban Sexy

track a group of gorgeous suburban milfs as they follow a grueling weekly grooming schedule of manicures, pedicures, fills, spa treatments, hilights, color, cut, style, waxing, laser, botox,  and tanning. watch the young newbie’s eyes pop out of her head when the giant russian lady gives her a brazillian she didn’t ask for. she how they beautify & maintain from head to toe and still go home to husbands that ignore them because they are schtuping the chick at the office. they don’t care if hubby doesn’t notice, because the cable guy sure does.

Death by Disney

in this contest, teams of parents are forced to watch endless repeats of some of disney’s most insidious shows without losing consciousness or sanity. they will be hooked up to monitors to measure the effects on their bodies while  dr. drew explains their failing brain activity. will contestants’ long term memories be permanently altered by disney sitcom stereotypes’ quips? will their heads explode on national tv? does anybody but disney really win this game?

Queen of the Gym

which exercise obsessed work out princess will win the title of queen at the end of this series? it will be hard for the hottest personal trainer to pick his queen. which fabulously fit chick has the flattest abs, biggest implants, tightest spandex, best tatts, tightest ass, & most strategically placed multiple piercings? only one of these dedicated ladies who is at the gym every single day for 2 or 3 hours can wear the coveted diamonelle studded weight belt. who wants the crown badly enough? which lovely lady is willing to meet the fat gym owner in the locker room after hours to secure her title? how many guys will she let “spot her” to ensure the win? winner receives  a swarovski combination lock and a lifetime of personal training. and we mean personal.

network execs may feel free to contact me to discuss further creative development.

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7
Jan 10

i’m game

hey, you know what’s really fun? trivia and games and trivia games.  i have some really fun trivia that I think is “clearly germaine and pertinent to the issues being addressed” in my divorce. I also “submit that there are aspects of this” trivia “which are troubling and disturbing at best, if not calling into the question the stability and parental capacity” of The Asshat “at this juncture.” in that spirit, i have drawn from the “vent” -ings of “a mad suburban housewife,” to design my own nifty trivia game. it’s called:

Guess the Assholio

1. Guess which Assholio sleeps with, carries in his briefcase, and caresses a blue blankie while driving:

a. Sloth from the Goonies

b. the creepy Meghan’s Law neighbor from down the block

c. Manchildholio

2. Guess Which Assholio blows snot on the shower walls instead of using a tissue & leaves it there as a permanent art installation:

a. Animal from The Muppet Show

b. Mr. Clean’s alter ego, Mr. Filthy

c. Pigholio

3. Guess which Assholio purchased synthetic urine online to allegedly use for a pre-employment drug test:

a. Ben of Ben & Jerry

b. Pauley Shore

c. Mary J. Holio

4. Guess which Assholio withheld conjugal relations from his wife during most of the marriage preferring his  giant collection of porn, a plastic vagina & penis pump:

a. 80 year old Hugh Heffner

b. The Hedgehog, Ron Jeremy

c. Pervertholio

5. Guess which Assholio didn’t answer his phone or the banging on his door when his kids wanted to wish him a happy new year:

a. Al Bundy

b. Father Time

c. Superdadholio

6. Guess which Assholio started a fire in a room next to where his children were sitting by putting ashes from his “incense” in his wastebasket full of paper and then left the room & said children alone:

a. Smoky the Bear’s half-wit cousin, Sooty

b. Fire Marshal Bill

c. Impairedholio

7. Guess which Assholio didn’t shovel the driveway after 2.5 feet of snow fell so his children could be safely driven out of the garage or walk down to the hill to the school bus without falling on the ice:

a. Lazy Smurf

b. Frosty the Snowman’s Evil twin, Slippery the Snowman

c. Slackholio

8. Guess which Assholio has refused to buy groceries for or wash articles of his kids’ laundry when specifically asked by said children to do so at the exact time he is already performing these very acts for himself:

a. George Jefferson

b. Darth Vader

c. Dildoholio

9. Guess which Assholio stole his wife’s checkbooks, cash, & moved assets after divorce filings necessitating the hiring of expensive forensic accounting experts:

a. Donald Trump

b. The CEO of Enron

c. Brokerholio

10.  Guess which Assholio removed approximately 54 light bulbs from his kid’s home to limit household utility usage, forcing his children to sit in the dark to do their homework & was eventually court ordered to replace said light bulbs:

a. The Heat Miser

b. Ralph Nader

c. Cheapholio

11. Guess which Assholio eats toaster oven steak almost every night:

a. Bobby Flay

b. A Homeless Dude

c. Chefholio

12. Guess which Assholio worships one of the crappiest bands of all time to the point of certifiable obsession akin to a trekkie (in my opinion), and “toured” with them (his word), i.e., followed them across the country, for 3 weeks one summer while leaving his wife and kids home:

a. Jack Black

b. Cameron Crowe

c. Dorkholio

13. Guess which Assholio travels with a finger puppet on vacations and takes pictures of it, once going so far as to ask his wife to take a picture of him with it instead of asking a passerby to take a picture of him & said wife & then got violently angry at said wife because she refused to do such:

a. Triumph, the Insult Comic Dog

b. Jeff Dunham

c. Nutholio

14. Guess which Assholio threw a giant old school rotary phone at his wife’s head when he couldn’t get international internet access while on an all expense paid trip in italy to read about the crappy band’s concert and then later screamed at her in front a group of people, he would rather be “touring” with that crappy band then be on vacation with her:

a. Ike Turner

b. Mike Tyson

c. Abusiveholio

15. Guess which Assholio, while on a Disney Cruise for a “family” vacation,  shoved his wife into a stairwell in an alleged attempt to push her down the stairs in front of his young children & other guests:

a. Pete the Bully

b. Scrooge McDuck

c. Mouseketeerholio

16. Guess which Assholio won a 5K jackpot in vegas when on vacation with his wife, and then became uncontrollably paranoid & completely convinced he was being followed, chastised her nastily for celebrating the win publicly, and forcibly dragged her back to their hotel room to hide out for the rest of the evening:

a. Steve Wynn

b. Howard Hughes

c. Dellusionalholio

17. Guess which Assholio claimed to be on a business trip but, i strongly suspect actually went to RatCon 2009 (the dates of said trip & this event matched up suspiciously) at a cheesy motel to listen to music and talk about his most favoritest awesomely horrible band for several days with his bestest psychonerd bff’s in their motel rooms (i ask you, does it get any douchier than that?):

a. Derek Smalls of Spinal Tap

b. Geddy Lee, himself

c. Rusholio

18. Guess which Assholio was bullied as a kid & pooped his pants at sleep-away camp at the age of 10:

a. Steve Erkel

b. Screech

c. Camperholio

19. Guess which Assholio watched over 7 hours of wrasslin’ most  every week of the marriage and may have believed it to be real:

a.Vince McMahon

b. Peter Griffin

c. Hulk Hoganholio

20. Guess which Assholio will soon realize his dream of being freed of the bitchy wife (a.k.a unruly indentured servant), unfit mother of his children, and cushy life he has lead for 13 years:

a. Schmuckholio

b. Divorceholio

c. a & b

Scoring:

Give yourself 0 points for every a or b answer. Give your self 1 point for every c answer. If you score under 20 points, you are clueless and have not been paying much attention to this blog. go back to the beginning. if you score 19 points, congratulations, you are expert in all things Holio.

*5 points extra credit if you figured out the finger puppets in the photo at the top are the likenesses of 3 famous psychoanalysts: freud, anna freud, & carl jung complete with couch. these nifty guys are available at uncommongoods.com. my hope is that the shrink puppets will analyze the conky puppet and help him work out all those mommy issues of his.

conky, the puppet with whom i toured italy. best company i had whole trip.

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16
Oct 09

transition

straight-jacket

so it’s been awhile since i placed pen to paper, well actually fingers to keyboard, last. mostly, the reason is, that in order to allow my lawyer to keep his blood pressure down, i have to save the really juicy stuff until The Never Ending Divorce is over. and you know it ain’t easy for me to keep this thing PG. i can do pg 13 at best and that’s even questionable. i just can’t publish all the really cool stuff on which i have been recently working. the man is keeping me down. the other reason is, i am just feeling, kind of, dare i say it, uninspired lately. a little bit blah.

so, what do i write about then? more ramblings? about how much i hate the holidays & birthdays now? about how i still dread doing homework over 20 years later? what it’s like to be living with a functional mental patient, possibly a Bona Fide Sociopath, who is plotting my demise as i sit here? how the dreariness of the impending long winter is bumming me out? how hard it is to go through my dad’s things when my mom asks me to so i have had a pile of his sweatshirts in my trunk for weeks? how i have taken to hibernating like a forest creature with layer of fat and all? it’s just not much fun being me now, as glamorous as it all must seem to you, i know. even though i am a “swinging single” now, i am in month 15 of a ridiculous divorce & impossible living situation and i am facing more major holidays without my father. i still cant seem to grasp the finality of his death yet. when i try to face it, it engulfs me in a giant wave of grief that i fear will drown me. and i wonder will i ever reclaim the part of me that died with him that same day? i am just so tired of being held hostage in my own life, trying to move forward but being held back. watching helplessly, the toll it’s taking on my beautiful, innocent children. knowing they deserve so much better than this & being able to do nothing about it. being held back by the very person that filed the damn papers in the first place. it’s infuriating. let me give you a small glimpse: today he had an electrician here to try to rig up the switches, to limit my utility usage. a few months ago, The Mental Patient removed 48, yes 48, light bulbs in my kitchen because he claims i leave the lights on too much. my kids now sit in semi-darkness to do homework. but i am the crazy bitch, right, asshat? perhaps i am: clearly i was mentally incapacitated the day i married him.

but i started this blog and i now feel a responsibility to my enormous readership to keep it fresh. keep it going. and i have scraps of paper here and there of half baked blog ideas, but none of them are really calling to me to complete right now. for example, i have a killer disney rant, another rant about the movie, field of dreams, my adventures this summer at what i like to call the “elder-pool” at my mom’s “community,” my evening as a chaperon at a sleep-over party for eighteen 9 year olds, why i think wawa is a fascinating commentary on society, tons of material on all the time spent at the supermarket, my evolution of cell phone dependence, funny stuff about my childhood, endless stuff about my dad, and the real meat of it all: my journey of self discovery which lead to my committal to my own happiness at any cost (and in those 3 little italic words lie most of the aforementioned juiciness). and seriously, stay tuned for all that stuff, because it’s all fabulous. well it will be. really.

why am i telling you all of this? i am not sure. for filler i guess. i am just in transition like the season. and so is this blog.  because just like going to the gym, i  feel an obligation to write, but not really the desire. sigh. stick with me though, i will perk up again soon. i always do. until then there is vodka and my g-spot

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