This one's about how I stole from my 4-year-old. Bad mama!
And this one didn't go over so well with the readers...
Lastly, here's my reaction to a new California law.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Hey, I'm Eating Here!
I'm sitting at my desk eating a Chinese Chicken Salad—well, more like inhaling—when I look up and catch a commercial for the new Ped Egg. What is the Ped Egg, you ask? You use it on the bottom of your feet to scrape off dead skin or calluses or what have you. Perhaps you've had a pedicure recently—don't we all?—and they've slid something similar over your rough feet.
Let me tell you Ped Egg people. I do not need to see skin falling off feet to get what your product does. Can't you be like every other advertiser and just show hot women feet and people (with sexy feet) having life-changing sex, all because they owe it to their fabulous feet?
No one needs to see that.
Let me tell you Ped Egg people. I do not need to see skin falling off feet to get what your product does. Can't you be like every other advertiser and just show hot women feet and people (with sexy feet) having life-changing sex, all because they owe it to their fabulous feet?
No one needs to see that.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Mediocre Mama Tip #1
When your baby is finally old enough to start eating table food... don't make the same mistake I did and order off the kids' menu at restaurants. Now I've got two kids who refuse to eat anything other than nuggets, mac n cheese, grilled cheese, and pb&j. Order your meal and let them eat off your plate. Un-doing a picky eater can be more painful than pushing them out in the first place.
If anyone has suggestions, I'm listening.
If anyone has suggestions, I'm listening.
Mommy Needs a Drink
The Inspector can play with refrigerator magnets for hours, never growing tired of spelling words, names of family and friends, and his favorite movie characters. Every time he spells something new he eagerly asks, "what does that spell?" hoping that we'll chime in with glee over the moment's new word—which we usually do.
The other day, as I was running to answer the phone, make dinner, and change Mr. Drama's diaper simultaneously, the Inspector yells out, "what does THAT spell?" I glanced over at fridge and it looked something like this:
asdlkgamqvzodgha
So I mumbled under my breath, "it says Mommy needs a drink."
Two days later, the Inspector is at it again—this time spelling Mr. Drama's name above the same gibberish of letters underneath. Once again I hear, "what does THAT spell?" I engage him and say "I don't know, Inspector...what DOES that spell?"
He doesn't miss a beat and answers, "it says Mr. Drama needs a drink."
Guess I should watch what I say.
(sigh.)
The other day, as I was running to answer the phone, make dinner, and change Mr. Drama's diaper simultaneously, the Inspector yells out, "what does THAT spell?" I glanced over at fridge and it looked something like this:
asdlkgamqvzodgha
So I mumbled under my breath, "it says Mommy needs a drink."
Two days later, the Inspector is at it again—this time spelling Mr. Drama's name above the same gibberish of letters underneath. Once again I hear, "what does THAT spell?" I engage him and say "I don't know, Inspector...what DOES that spell?"
He doesn't miss a beat and answers, "it says Mr. Drama needs a drink."
Guess I should watch what I say.
(sigh.)
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