Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Summertime And The Living Ain't Easy

I dread the kids' summer vacations from school. Hubby and I both work full time, the kids are too old for daycare programs and we can't afford the area's summer programs. My son (we'll call him Junior) is at a sitter for the half day he isn't in Pre-K. The lady who watches him is nice enough and she's offered to watch our daughter (we'll call her Juniorette) as well for the summer. We can just afford to do this and it gives me piece of mind. I do, however, worry about leaving both of them with a non-family member for so long of a time. These fears have nothing to do with the sitter and everything to do with the crazy shit that happens to kids under the care of others from time to time. My top worries are:

1. Pool Safety: Thankfully, the sitter doesn't have a pool, but if she did, you'd better believe my kids would be prepared for the worst. I shit you not, when I tell you they'd be wearing foam-filled suits under their regular clothes. An ATF agent in kevlar wouldn't be safer than my kids.

2. Pit Bulls: And no other dogs. These things are ticking time bombs. I saw one grab my cousin's standard poodle by the neck, seconds after wagging its tail and sniffing Fifi's ass. The violence isn't my only worry. When I was a kid, the Doyle's pitbull took a shit on our lawn that was so foul, the grass died that day. Oooh my daddy was pissed. When the Doyle's deaf cat took up residence in our garage, he cornered it with a broom, grabbed it by the neck and hurled it into the side yard. We didn't have any more problems with the Doyle's after that.

3. Bridge Collapses: We don't have any bridges in Corfu, but you can bet that if the sitter was taking the tots to the Super Cream for some soft serve, they'd be taking a detour by the river, railroad tracks or whatever the hell else passes for "underbridge" environments these days. I'd have a contract with the sitter. It'd be in writing.

4. Refrigerator Peril: I'm not talking about the old fashioned kids' deaths with old fridges in lots either. Junior can climb and he's still small enough to stand in the bottom of our Hotpoint. Don't get me started about my mother-in-law's coffin freezer.

5. Pop Rocks and Soda: Do you know they still sell these at convenience stores only feet away from each other? Not only are they bad for dental hygiene, but they also blew up the stomach of one of those child actors in a cereal commercial. Other lethal combos you can find at Wilson Farms are Lotto Tickets/Assisted Income People and GoGurt/GoGurt.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

There She Blows, But Does She Suck?

What the "F" Governor Spitzer? You were supposed to clean this state up! I thought you'd done a good job so far, but you really screwed the pooch this week. Last month actually, and by her photos on the "Today" Show, she isn't a dog.

I say it's okay to look, but not touch. Hubby Eric once went to a "Scores" in Wisconsin for a bachelor party. The rest of the guys bought him a lap dance. He came home the next day with a ball cap, a t-shirt with a weird brownish red stain on the shoulder and a look of guilt on his mug. Turns out the dancer nibbled on his ear which awakened his trouser snake. Unforunately, she considered this a violation of the "no touch" rule and sicked the security on him. Eric and his boys (pun intended) were tossed out on their ears and we haven't spoken of the incident since.

But boy, do I have it over him. Any time Eric gets out of line, all I have to do is mention that weekend...

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Gobble Up Those Savings!

Cyber Shmavings!

Thanks to In Java for inspiring this post! While I was commenting on hers I began to get inspired to write this:

Up yours Cyber Monday! We used to be an exclusive couple thanks to our high speed internet connection friend. But now that I've tried Black (Friday) I'll never go back (any day)! I hit the Galleria Mall by 5 a.m. and finished all of my shopping by 1:30 p.m. Some tricks to get through the Big One:
  1. Don't respond to anyone who greets you. This will save you lots of time in the end. Mall workers will assume you're Canadian and if someone you know recognizes you, just pretend you didn't hear them anyway. They'll soon be distracted by Auntie Anne's Pretzels aroma to pursue you. Besides, I burned a lot of bridges in 1999. They've stayed burned too!
  2. Remove all non-necessary boxes and packaging to a garbage near the mall entrance. This will reduce wind resistance when you sprint to your trusty SUV.If you can wear some clothes out of the store, do this too. If you bought clothes for yourself, leave your old ones behind. You know you want to throw some of that old crap away. Again, Canadians do this all the time, leaving piles of discarded stuff behind. I saw it on Channel 2! Be sure to keep your receipts though. Not to place in the gift your giving someone (screw them for returning what you gave!), but to show the mall security when they approach you for undressing in a public area.
  3. Finally, don't listen to any holiday music on the way home. Most of that music sucks and the songs you do remember will only serve to bring up bad memories that will inevitably cause your mind to drift (I'm looking at you 1999!)

I hope these tips have helped. If you didn't make it out last Friday, say hell to the internet for me when you're doing some last minute cybershopping!

Pax!

Saturday, November 17, 2007

There is an "I" in Mimi

Hello Blogosphere (sp?)!

My name is Mimi and I am ready to share! I am a 35 year old wife to Eric and parent to a lovely boy and girl (I'll keep their names out of this as they are not allowed to have their pictures taken at school and I'd be hyporitical if I revealed them here.) I work 9 to 5 as an administrative assistant in my husband's hometown in New York State.

I hope to become web-friends with many of you!

Pax!

Mimi