Tall, Tall, Tall

Posted on 2/12/2010 08:12:00 AM
Ever since the first snow we had this season back in December, The Dormouse had wanted nothing more than to build a snowman. Last year at a craft store, I picked up this "Snowman Kit" on clearance and I stuck it up on the attic with the Christmas decorations. When we pulled the decorations down for Christmas this year, I grabbed the box and put it in the window.


This was a classic rookie parenting mistake if there ever was one, because as any experienced parent knows, out of sight, out of mind, and this was definitely not out of sight. So every time the weather even thought about snow, plans to make a snowman were imminent.

Not having grown up around snow, here's something I had to learn as an adult: not just any old snow will not do in the snowman criteria department.

The first snow of the season was back when we went to get a Christmas tree. This snow was the perfect snow for making a snowman: light, fluffy, a little bit wet and packable. But... the day was so traumatic that instead of going straight home, we stopped by a friend's house in the area to strip the kids naked and throw their clothes in her dryer.

The second snow of the season was also snow good enough to make a snowman, but, as we learned, my children are pansies, so we spent all of four minutes outside before retreating to our warm, cozy home to instead turn snow into a non-nutritious treat.

The next two times it snowed, there wasn't near enough snow to make a snowman.

During the two large storms we had in the past week, prime snowman making opportunities have never been far from The Dormouse's mind. And, while there was enough snow to make a snowman that breathed fire, the snow in our neighborhood simply wasn't wet enough to pack in to a snowman-like form, but not for lack of trying:


The KoH tried to help her by shoveling a lot of the snow into a mound that could at least be carved into the shape of a snowman, since the traditional rolling snowball method didn't work. Only it wasn't that carve-able - it just crumbled apart every time you tried to form it. It did, however, make for a nice flight simulator:


Finally, yesterday as everything started to melt, I decided I couldn't stand the snowman requests anymore and if we didn't do it now, we may not get another chance this season. So we went out and carved a snowman out of the mound of snow in our yard so we could finally use the contents of the Snowman Kit and let the matter drop. This is convenient because it allows me to introduce you to:

Frosty the Snowmound



He's a fairy tale they say.


He was made of snow, but the children know,


that he came to life one day.



And he tastes good too.

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The Big Dig

Posted on 2/11/2010 03:27:00 PM In:
Now that the sun is out here in Washington and my neighbors are beginning to poke their heads out of their caves like prairie dogs after a nuclear holocaust, it seems that maybe, just maybe, life will go on. Businesses will open, streets will be passable (someday), the stores will be fully stocked with bread, milk and toilet paper once again and all the birds will sing. Personally, I've enjoyed the weather, but that's probably only because I've had the last five days off, the girls have enjoyed alternately playing in the snow and watching movies and I'm reminded that this is just an event. Some people live through months of snow like this and they just go on with their lives, barely noticing, let alone doing the amount of complaining we collective Washingtonians have done over the past six days.

The snow is over. Our roof hasn't caved in... yet. Our street still hasn't seen a snowplow and I haven't seen The KoH in forty-eight hours. He left for work yesteray and then decided it best to stay overnight where he was after the governor declared a state of emergency, pulled all snow removal and emergency staff off the roads and warned that if anyone was caught driving on the roads during blizzard conditions, they would be cited (although since there would be no police, I'm not sure how that would be accomplished). But like Ada in Cold Mountain (or so I imagine; I haven't seen the movie - should have rented that to watch before the snow), I have faith that he will one day make it back to us again before the girls are in college and we'll all be reunited in the spirit of love and harmony. I am also reminded of my extreme gratitude for a home, electricity, gas, warm blankets and am pointedly aware that many don't enjoy such things on a regular basis and not just for a handful of nightmare-like hours.

By far the best thing about last week's snowstorms is the sheer entertainment value that the news media, twitter, facebook and all my other websites provided throughout. Let's take a moment, shall we, to remember with fondness all the hashtags that we would not have enjoyed had The Snow Nightmare of 2010: Snow Fast, Snow Hard never come about. You can always count on Washingtonians to both overreact and make fun of themselves at the exact same time.

Ah, how I love it here.

#snopocolypse
#snomageddon
#snoverkill
#snotorius
#snotorius B.I.G.
#snotorius D.I.G.
#snotorius N.Y.C.
#snotorius W.D.C.
#snOMG
#snotable
#snomore
#snominatrix
#SnOverThis
#snogladImnotthere
#snogladitsnothere
#snodiculous
#snocaine
#snobigdeal
#snowno
#snomás
#snoverwhelming
#snosferatu
#snonami
#snowmanteaux
#snopacshakur
#clusterflake
#TheBigFreezy
#snoverdose
#snOMGeddocalypse


How ever did we survive the Blizzard of '96 without hashtags?



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Icicles

Posted on 2/11/2010 01:34:00 PM



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Dear Weatherman

Posted on 2/11/2010 12:58:00 PM
No more snow, thanks. My yard is full now.




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Wonderland Gang Colors

Posted on 2/11/2010 05:12:00 AM

I'm in love with these adorable hats my sister-in-law made for the girls for Christmas. They look like two very young members of a very adorable, very bad, girls' gang. You gotsta be careful around these parts or you might get jumped in.

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Snotable Snowstorm - A Photo Essay

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This is My Countdown to Love

Posted on 2/09/2010 07:58:00 AM
Thanks to Sparklebot and Troubletron, I've had this ear worm crawling around in my head for the past... oh... six days. And it will probably remain there for at least another six days until their Countdown of Love ends... or until I break down and rent Streets of Fire, whichever comes first. In the meantime, hop on over to Ped Eggs and Hamlet and read about why their love rivals Edward and Bella's... and is way more interesting.



*************************

Here's the crosspost:

A couple of days ago, Sparklebot contacted me and asked if I’d be interested in writing something for her website. It would be a guest post in a string of posts leading up to Valentine’s day on the subject at hand: love.I quickly said “sure” because I’ve loved her blogs over the years and am honored to be asked. Also because it’s always fun to do some cross posting like this. We're hip, we're cool, we're shakin' up the blog world. (Too much? Right. Nevermind.)

Those were my first thoughts anyway.

And then, almost immediately after, my thoughts became a bit more singular: “Crap. What have I done?” Because not only do I not excel at writing on demand, but also because of the fact that I am quite possibly the least romantic person on the earth. I mean, seriously, what do I know about Valentine's Day? My track record for Valentine’s Day presents to my husband includes a pez dispenser, a bag of cold cuts and a rock. In the way of grand romantic gestures, I’m pretty much riding the short bus to school every day.

So I went around for a day trying to get inspired by saying to myself, “Mawage. Mawage is wot bwings us togeder tooday. Mawage, that bwessed awangment, that dweam wifin a dweam... and wuv, twu wuv, will fowow you foweva...” and "I'd rather be with someone for the wrong reasons then alone for the right." and "Love's a bitch, Duck. Love's a bitch." and "Who do you love? You love a car!" and "Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it." because the only thing I know about love, I learned from 80s movies. There was also a good deal of begging my husband to write it for me or at least give me an appropriate subject - both of which were fruitless.

Incidentally, I have come to believe that love does not, in fact, mean never having to say you’re sorry, but it does mean having to say you will do someone’s writing assignment for them.

It finally occurred to me that I'm in a unique position to be able to give Sparklebot and Troubletron advice. I mean, here they are, celebrating their first Valentine's Day together as a married couple and here I am, an old married lady of twelve years (ugh, how has it not been fifty? It really seems like fifty!) who knows what it's all about. I got married at the same age Sparklebot did. I married a man who already had a great family like Troubletron did. Maybe I can give them some idea of what to expect. Maybe I can be their Love Guru.

And that's when I figured out what to write about.

Over on my blog, I have a recurring feature that includes lists of thirteen things. I call it, "Thirteen Things." (Remember the short bus? It also applies to creativity.) It actually grew from a combination of a post I did one Friday the 13th and the movie Thir13en Ghosts, which is curiously stuck in my head for some reason not at all having to do with the crush I have on Matthew Lillard. But I digress.

So I present, in honor of Sparklebot and Troubletron, and their nearly one year of true love:

NG's List of Thirteen Reasons You Know It's True Love

  1. When your significant other accidentally uses your toothbrush, you don't really care.
  2. If you are sick, your beloved will take care of you and not only photograph you using a Neti-pot, but also try it him/herself.
  3. Your sweet companion lets you photograph him/herself nearly naked for the sake of a blog post.
  4. Your mate creates handmade items for you, but appropriately butches them up a bit so you won't be embarrassed wearing them in front of your friends.
  5. Your partner pays attention to things you lust after and then buys them for you as a surprise.
  6. Your permanent roommate will watch five hours (FIVE HOURS!) of Jane Austin with you.
  7. The both of you have similar taste in art.
  8. You both understand the importance of skin care.
  9. You have similar spiritual outlooks.
  10. Your helpmate approves of your choice of reading material... or tolerates it.
  11. You have compatible organizational philosophies.
  12. You are willing to try things about which your long-time companion feels strongly.
  13. You and your consort can enjoy yourselves together in the oddest of places.

So here's to Sparklebot and Troubletron! Happy Valentine's Day to you both. May you enjoy many more years together and may you find many more ways to express your love for each other. As for me, I've been inspired. My husband is getting another rock.

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Our Very Own Roundtop

Posted on 2/09/2010 05:33:00 AM
Snowverkill has crippled our nation's capitol for two days now and another storm is expected to drop ten more inches on us this afternoon. It actually has not snowed since Saturday, but church was cancelled on Sunday and public schools and almost all government offices were closed on Monday because it's ridiculous to try and have a rush hour with as many cars as do use the roads everyday around here.

Yesterday morning, I knew that The Dormouse's school was closed, but I dutifully checked my email and voice mail for news about The Caterpillar's preschool. They are often open when other places are closed because many of the parents work in essential service areas. When I got nothing, I looked at the preschool's website for news. Nothing there. I then branched out to check all the local news websites for news about school closings. I saw many similar schools in other areas of the city listed as closed, but ours didn't make the list. I finally decided that if they were gonna be open, The Caterpillar could stand to get out of my presence for a few hours so we bundled up, piled into the car, and headed out to preschool. The roads weren't good by any stretch of the imagination, but passable if you're not an idiot. I'm not pointing fingers or anything, but two examples: my neighbor on Sunday borrowed our shovel to dig out his car, pulled it out into the street and immediately got it unmovably stuck in the middle of the street. It took him and three friends about twenty minutes to unstick it and when he did, he just pulled it back into the driveway. Then three hours later, he tried to pull it out again and got it stuck again. After thirty minutes or rocking it to get it unstuck, he put it back in the driveway again. Then an hour later, yep, you guess it, he pulled it out and got it stuck again. This time, some girl came out of the house while they were rocking and revving the car to unstick it, stood in front of the car's headlights and did a little dance of shame and mockery in front of them. They finally managed to back it back into the driveway and haven't tried to leave since. I'm not sure what was so important that he get to, but I am sure that he never got there. Second example: this morning, I have spent the last half hour watching the NBC affiliate's storm chaser truck report from the middle of a road in a residential neighborhood where it's been stuck for the last couple of hours while they wait for a tow truck.

Anyway, I took my little all-wheel drive out yesterday morning to take The Caterpillar to preschool and the roads were still pretty bad - even the snow emergency routes were thick sheets of ice with the occasional pot hole of actual road poking through - but we got there just fine. The problem was that when we got there, the preschool was closed. I wasn't really surprised, but I had gone to considerable effort to try and figure that out before I left the house so all the way home I hemmed and hawed about how they really should have a system in place so people can FIND OUT if they're closed and planning my complaint to the director which would almost certainly begin with, "I'm not upset but I am concerned..." I got home, shooed all the children into the house (I know I only have two, but it seems like so many more than that since we've all been stuck inside together) and took off seven layers of clothing. When I finally sat down, I glanced over at the phone and thought... "phone? They wouldn't have.... Nah, no one uses the phone anymore." But I picked it up anyway and called the number for the preschool. Sure enough, their voice mail message started off by saying that the school would be closed for the day.

So... yeah... duh.

Making the most of the fact that the schools are closed, we created our very own Winter Wonderland in the front yard, since that's about as far away we can get.

Ice fort:



Ski runs:


Here's when we were just building the run and it wasn't quite so exciting.



This is a day later when the run had been sufficiently packed down:



This one is the proverbial black diamond:


The Caterpillar even got brave enough to try our bunny slope. The following three pictures perfectly illustrate exactly how she takes this run. Every. Single. Time.

Begin with cautious anticipation after listening to instructions of "Hold on tight. Don't let go. Did you hear me? Don't let go. DON'T. LET. GO."


Then as soon as the thrill hits let go of both sides of the sled and wobble like a Weeble,


but never actually fall down (also like a Weeble) and end the run in a serene, upright position.


See?




So as long as you're stuck at home, there might as well be ways to enjoy it.

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Snow Bunnies

Posted on 2/08/2010 01:26:00 PM




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Look At That!

Posted on 2/08/2010 10:51:00 AM In:
Every so often, our neighbors give us a big bag of apples from a trip they've taken to West Virginia. Generally, our family can't go through an entire bag of apples before they all rot. Since I hate to let stuff rot, I make applesauce out of them. Now that sounds very Martha Stewart of me but applesauce is deceptively easy to make: cut up apples, put them in a pot with some water, butter, sugar and cinnamon, cook for a few minutes and then mash with a potato masher. Voilà.

I've also recently discovered that there is some unexpected entertainment value to be gained from the applesauce making process.





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Snow Ball

Posted on 2/07/2010 04:33:00 AM

Before Christmas, I picked up this lamp on sale at IKEA, thinking it would make a nice seasonal decoration for the house. Then I realized that in the decade or so we've lived in this house, every time we've come home to a dark house, we've had to open the door, walk into the center of the room and then grope around in the dark for the hanging chain that turns on the ceiling light. With our current assortment of toys, shoes and cats on the floor, the chances of breaking an ankle have increased ten fold. So when I plugged this snowball looking light into the outlet controlled by the switch right next to the front door and came home after dark for the first time, all of the sudden, a light went on over my head. And that's not a Gestalt reference; it was just the first time I could see.

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Compliments from a 2 Year Old

Posted on 2/06/2010 10:13:00 PM
"I love your bosom, Momma."

"Well, thanks honey. And may I say, that's not at all creepy."

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Snowmageddon

Posted on 2/06/2010 07:26:00 AM

Yesterday, it started snowing about one o'clock p.m. I left work early to pick up children from schools which were closing early and to buy enough Clariten and laminating sheets to last me the weekend. I already had bread, milk, and toilet paper enough to last the week and I figured I should be standing in line for something.

I've lived in places that don't get snow, so I understand that thirty inches of snowfall - expected or not - is kind of a big deal when we're dealing with an area that a) doesn't normally see this kind of accumulation and b) doesn't really have the resources to deal with it. But I have also lived in places where they measure snowfall not in inches but in feet, so I think a tiny bit of rational restraint might be called for here.


The local network affiliate station saw it fit last night to cancel the entire prime time lineup in favor of Up to the Moment News Coverage about the Snowmageddon we're having on the East Coast this weekend.

Now, while I like my stories, I'm not generally one of those people who calls the White House to complain when the State of the Union address bumps A Very Special Episode of Blossom off the airwaves.
But do you know what THREE HOURS of STRAIGHT SNOW COVERAGE looks like?

Allow me to demonstrate:

News anchor: "It's snowing."


Weatherman: "It's still snowing."


Cub reporter in Gaithersburg: "It's snowing in Gaithersburg."


Cub reporter in Alexandria: "It's snowing in Alexandria."


Cub reporter on 14th and P Street: "It's snowing at 14th and P Street."


Cub reporter in Richmond: "It's snowing in Richmond."


Cub reporter in Dupont Circle: "It's snowing in Dupont Circle."


Cub reporter in Baltimore: "It's snowing in Baltimore."


Anchor: "Wow, it's really coming down, isn't it?"


Weatherman: "Yep, it's still snowing."


I'm willing to accept that that thirty inches of snow is what passes for news around these parts, but do you know what three hours of straight snow coverage does for me, network affiliates?

IT MAKES ME TURN OFF THE TV.

Was that really your intended goal here? Oh and by the way, I have a window; if all you're going to do is tell me it's still snowing, I can see that for my damn self. I think an occasional special update broken in between commercials telling us when to expect an end would be sufficient. I don't need an in depth demonstration of how much of a dollar bill is covered when it's inserted into a snowbank every three and a half minutes.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming:


It's still snowing.



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Snowstorm at 3 A.M.

Posted on 2/06/2010 04:10:00 AM
snOMG!!


Interestingly, there's no color filter on this photo; this is just how my camera sees light at three in the morning. My eyes, by stark contrast, can only see the copious amounts of fluids leaking from them due to a pretty awful head cold and to them, three a.m looks a lot more like this:


accompanied by a pounding headache and a pile of used tissues.

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Mad Men

Posted on 2/05/2010 06:05:00 AM In:
Last night as I was getting the girls ready for bed, The Caterpillar wandered into the room doing this Frankenstein-ian type walk where she didn't bend her knees and instead wobbled from side to side and moved through the room.

"What's up, honey? You look like a Weeble," I said.

The Dormouse, who never misses ANYthing ANYone says or does (I'm sure that keen eye will come in handy one day and I'll be glad she has those powers of observation when someone short changes her at the drugstore and she notices before she doesn't have enough money to make cab fare, but right now while I'm trying to sneak some cookies for breakfast while she's in the other room, it's kind of a drag.) said, "What's a Weeble, Momma?"

And then I tried to explain Weebles to my six-year-old-twenty-first-century child who has never seen a Weeble. I used words like kinda like little people but not and oval and egg shaped and weight-in-the-bottom and some fleeting comparisons to Higglytown Heroes which sent her down a completely different track. Finally I just sang to her, ♫ "Weebles wobble but they don't fall down."♫

And incredible as it is to conceive, singing a jingle from the 1970s did not clarify in her mind exactly what a Weeble was so I finally pulled out the computer and showed her this clip:



And that's how a thirty-two second clip on YouTube did more to explain my past and who I am to her than six years of getting to know and love me.

And then, because we were by now officially sucked in, we sat on the couch for an hour until the room became dark, pulling up all the old commercials of toys and products I could remember from my childhood. We went through them all: the Green Machine, the Inch Worm, Bozo the Clown, Howdy Doody... am I dating myself yet? Remember when Mr. Potato Head was just a potato? Did you have a hoop and stick toy too?

And just so you don't think I forgot about you, dear reader, (and so I can continue on with my perfect streak of starting every paragraph with the word 'and'), I saved the best of those we viewed for you. The 1970s called, they want you to stimulate the economy.

Here are my thirteen favorite:


1: Underoos

This one brought back some surprisingly vivid memories of a slumber party I had one night with some of my girlfriends where we painstakingly recreated both the lyrics and choreography of this commercial from memory (no DVRs or YouTube back then, kids, we had to remember the hard way... WITH OUR BRAINS!) and then, if I'm not mistaken, we performed it for my parents complete with the wooden legs and arms that won't bed when the girls walk over to the store display. Oh, the horror. We did not recreate the costuming, however, because none of us was actually cool enough to have Underoos.



2: Dr. Pepper

The Dr. Pepper song was my decade's "I'd like to teach the World to Sing." The most interesting thing about this was that I seem to remember several different versions of the spot including one on a boat with Popeye where everyone's arms and legs flailed about as if independent from their bodies a la Michael Flatley Lord of the Dance.



3: Milky

Perhaps one of the strangest children's toys ever to grace the airwaves, as I now look at this commercial, my mouth hangs open and my eyes grow wide in abject horror that this thing even exists. I can't explain it, but back then, there was nothing I wanted more than a toy cow who drinks water when you pump her tail and then can be milked for "real pretend milk." Incidentally, when I showed this video to The Dormouse she yelled, "I WANT THAT TOY!" so I'm thinking that this ad was some kind of secret government mind control conspiracy that only works on children.




4: Krazy Straw

OK - you younguns probably don't think this is anything special; you've probably received one of these with every Happy Meal you've ever eaten. But back in a world before the Happy Meal, we didn't know from things like crazy straws and when we saw this ad our world was rocked, ROCKED I tell you. We were all, "MOOOOM, LOOK AT THAT STRAW! THAT'S CRAZY!! I NEED ONE!"



5: Lite Bright

I had a Lite Bright set, I believe. I think I played with it exactly one day while I used up all those little templates that told you what color peg to put in which hole that came with the set. Once those were gone, I'm pretty sure the only purpose those pegs served was to clog up the vacuum cleaner. I can still sing the lyrics to that song though.



6: Super Elastic Bubble Plastic

This was one of those cheapo toys that you always found hanging on the end wrap in the grocery store and that you begged your mother to purchase while she was agonizing over what flavor of Hamburger Helper to buy. I loved this stuff with a redhotfierypassion and was thrilled anytime I could beg, borrow or plead the $1.39 out of her to bring some home. It was basically a tube of gum-like substance that you'd squeeze out and stick to the end of a straw and could blow into floating orbs that were acutely more fragile than balloons but lasted hundreds of times longer than soap bubbles. When you blew the bubbles, you had the distinct impression you were inhaling some poisonous gas left over from World War I or, at very least, an extremely strong carcinogen. But you didn't care because that multicolored balloon of goodness provided input for every one of your senses. My personal opinion was this product was invented by Timothy Leary. In the 80s and 90s, this product disappeared. I believe it was taken off the market because it was found to be toxic, but it's come back in the aught years and now I see it in grocery stores in the very same end wrap displays. It still smells exactly the same and you can bet that whenever I see it, I buy it for my kids. That's how drug addiction works right?



7: Operation

I don't remember owning an Operation game, but I do remember playing it... a lot. Even back then, I was showing my promise to one day become a graduate of multiple mini-medical schools. Santa brought an Operation game for the girls this year and while it retains the overall concept, the game now comes complete with a different sound effect for each item instead of the annoyingly loud BZZZTTT!! that made you want to pee your pants when it went off and an electronic means of selecting the next item to be removed from Mr. Ouch's body. I had completely forgotten until I watched this clip that in the original game you drew cards to take out items for play money, which was a much more realistic depiction of the medical community than today's game where you just take them out for the hell of it Today's version seems to have more of a serial killer twist to it. I had not forgotten, however, the melodramatic acting of the mother in this commercial even though she only has four words in the whole spot. That's some diction.



8: Big Mac

I include this one because this was a big (big) advertising campaign when I was a kid. It was the "Where's the Beef?" of the 70s. Also because there was a joke that my algebra teacher told me years later that involved punnage on this slogan. I no longer remember the joke, but I remember the punchline, simply because it was so completely idiosyncratic: "Two obese Patty's, special Ross who's teasing Lester who's picking his bunions on a Sesame Street bus." Thanks, Mr. Minelli, wherever you are, for searing that into my memory banks instead of how to find a value for the unknown y. That's been way more useful.



9: Hawaiian Punch

This one I included simply because of what I like to call the "Annoying Factor." I'm pretty sure that that's what most advertisers default to: "Well if we can't make an ad that makes them WANT the product, maybe we can just make an ad they'll NEVER BE ABLE TO FORGET." Oh, I remember this ad, all right. I do not now, nor have I ever, willingly purchased an Hawaiian Punch, however, and I'm pretty sure it was because this ad campaign irritated me so. I'm not sure that was the intended consequence. It seems infinitely less annoying today, but imagine this being on once during almost every commercial break like the Geico ads for oh, say, A MILLENNIUM.



10: Toffifay Candy

Are these even around anymore? This jingle was catchy but annoying as well. Also: trying to garner kids' approval with that last line "But not too good for you" tacked onto the end was just lame and we all knew it.



fake 11: Burger King Uniforms

This ad doesn't really deserve to be in my thirteen things list because it's neither brings back fond memories nor was it a cool jingle we all liked. I only include it here because LOOK AT THOSE HATS! Did Burger King actually make people WEAR those when they worked there? Or was that just for the commercial? Either way, I think it was the inspiration for Brainchild, the supervillian from The Tick.




real 11: Twinkie the Kid & Fruitpie the Magician

In my high school year book a friend of mine signed one of the pages like this:

Dear Alice,

It was great getting to know you this year. Thanks for everything and if you don't remember anything else I ever said to you, remember this: Fruitpie the Magician is the Anti-Christ.

Your friend, Johnny

When I asked him about it later, he explained, "Well, think about it... he's always leading those innocent children into haunted houses and other dangerous places and then they all fall through the floor and Twinkie the Kid has to save them all. I think I'm onto something that will save the world a lot of trouble in the future."

A few weeks later, he came to school wearing a self-designed t-shirt with an image of Fruitpie the Magician on it... and a very small, very subtle "666" drawn into the crust like the "Nina" in an Al Hirschfeld cartoon.




12: Tootsie Pops

This ad was ubiquitous and I'm pretty sure they ran it until about a week and a half ago. It was clever though and as an adult, I'm impressed that they got the whole "smart owl" joke past network censors. Also: WHY IS THAT BOY NOT WEARING PANTS?



13: Keep America Beautiful

If you were alive anytime before 1985, you are probably familiar with this ad. Even if you didn't watch it when it was originally broadcast, it's known as one of the Ad Council's greatest hits and is shown as an example of a Public Service Announcement at every film school in the country. A couple of months ago, we were at an outdoor event where there were vendors in tents lining the streets. It was cold and the wind, she was ablowin'. We had both the girls with us and they were bundled up but as we walked down the street, one of the vendors pointed out that The Caterpillar had a single tear slowly dripping down her cheek due to the windchill. The KingofHearts answered without missing a beat, "Oh, she's okay, she just saw some trash on the highway back there," and everyone in the immediate vicinity who was older than thirty immediately began to crack up. That's how pervasive this ad is in a part of our pop culture. Even just a reference to it - and a tangential reference at that - and EVERYONE knows what you mean. That's marketing.



The fact that the actor who played the American Indian in the spot, Iron Eyes Cody, was actually an Italian-American dude named Espera de Corti shouldn’t detract from its message. Litter is still bad and it can make a grown man cry.

Bakers dozen in the world of Thirteen Things Lists: Cheese Advocacy

I simply cannot let this list stand without adding this one. I must have watched it twice every Saturday morning from the time I was three until I was fifteen, if not older. I used to think it was a part of the Schoolhouse Rock series, but looking at it now, it doesn't appear to have any connection aside from random backgrounds and oddly drawn humanoids - and that's probably just a function of the decade. I still don't understand what or whom he is meant to be. But he loves cheese and that's good enough for me.


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Recycling

Posted on 2/04/2010 03:12:00 PM
What to do with:

leftover hot chocolate mix,


old Christmas candy canes,


and childhood aggression.


Combine,


mix well,


and enjoy peppermint flavored hot chocolate.



The end.

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Tech Savvy

Posted on 2/01/2010 02:30:00 PM In:
Over at Fluid Pudding there's a meme about technology which interested me a lot - mostly because the people I deal with in my daytime gig think that anyone who says the word computer a lot in a conversation is qualified to weigh in opinions on a tech-related project I'm working on right now and it's getting on my nerves. The truth is we all use technology every day. Just because I'm sitting here typing on a computer right now doesn't mean I'm qualified to write code for your database. And, incidentally, while I technically do write code for my database, I'm still probably not qualified to write code for yours. Technology is a large and varied category and there's a multitude of abilities, levels and applications that make it impossible to say, "Oh, you should talk to that person about this... he's tech savvy."

Even just the word technology at once strikes fear and awe into people's hearts that I just don't get. After all, a computer is a machine. It does what you tell it to. Garbage in. Garbage out. What's a mystery to me is why certain people are labeled as "tech savvy" and others not, which is often just an excuse for "I don't want to take the time to learn how it works for myself" and pushing it off on someone else to do for you. But technology isn't just limited to the MyFace that's all the rage or that Twitterverse that the young tweeples are talking about. Technology is a tool and there are certain tools that are right for the job and others that are not. That John Deere Cotton Harvester 7760 might be one nice piece of machinery, but it's not really the right tool to help me seed my lawn this spring. So I'm glad to see some subjects addressed in this survey presented as technology that aren't necessarily related to computers. Technology is a grand category and just thinking that it's the latest new gadget from Macintosh doesn't really address all the ways and means "technology" affects our lives.
  1. Which expensive electronic device do you most often let your older children abuse or your baby drool on?
    The answer to this comes from the fact that The KingofHearts is incapable of ordering anything on the Internet without doing something to mess up the order. Last year he wanted to buy me a snuggie for Christmas as a joke and when he went on the website, they were having a two-for-one offer. "Two snuggies for the price of one," said he to himself, "I might as well do that." So when he went to the online check out, under "quantity" he typed in "2" when the space for quantity really meant
    how many orders of snuggies do you want? So we ended up with four snuggies (as well as four pocket booklights) and got ourselves a ready-made cult. A similar thing happened when he ordered his new computer online. There was some deal to get a small netbook computer for an additional, reduced price and he thought it'd be handy for travel. Somehow, he managed to order himself one regular computer and two netbooks. It was such a process to return it that we just decided to keep them both, thinking that The Dormouse would be able to use one for homework and whatnot in the coming years. Except that "coming years" really meant "now" and her teacher is always suggesting website for her to practice math and spelling on and she uses it to surf the Internet any time we will let her. Fortunately, at six years old, she still thinks "The Internet" is comprised of the American Girl, PBS kids, Playhouse Disney and Yahoo! Kids websites and nothing else. Note to self: invest in one of those Internet safety software packages before she accidentally Googles camel toe someday in search how one becomes a farrier in Saudi Arabia and instead learns that there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy, Horatio.
  2. How many take-out restaurant numbers do you have programmed into your phone?
    None. The way we figure it, if we're going to pay someone else to make our food, they should also bring it to us, refill our drinks and clean up our dishes afterward. So we seldom get delivery or takeout anymore in favor of eat in restaurants. And when you eat dinner at 5:30 pm, aka "kid time," you don't generally need to call ahead for a reservation.
  3. How many hours of television do you so totally not let your kids watch a week?
    This is my biggest weakness as a parent (well, after patience, language, teaching by example, and cleanliness). Truthfully I don't know because I don't count. I know
    *I* watch too much television but I can manage to work, clean the house, fold the laundry and get a whole host of other things done while I watch all the television I watch. Sadly; this is not a trait that anyone else in my house inherited. When the television turns on, six eyes dilate and three mouths hang open and it drives me crazy that THEY'RE ALL JUST SITTING THERE DOING NOTHING. And then it hits me, "Turn off the TV, dumass." So I'm trying to be better about just not having it on as much - at least when everyone is home. I don't turn it on at all when they get up in the mornings because it interferes with getting ready for school and after school on the week days, it only goes on after The Dormouse has finished her homework and everything else she's to do that day and then I try to limit it to a hour of cartoons because that's all I can stand. When I'm home alone, all bets are off because Momma's got some crime dramas to watch, people.
  4. Do you think people who say “we don’t watch television” at play dates but really mean “we just watch DVDs” are lying liars from Liarville?
    I have no proof but that's always been my suspicion. Also, what are these "playdates" you people speak of?
  5. How many miles have you driven with your child and not one device of electronic entertainment in a single car trip?
    This is where I'm probably gonna come off a bit pious because we don't currently have
    any electronic devices in the car. None. (Other than a radio/iPod, that is. We gotsta have our tunes.) We haven't driven with the kids cross-country or anything, but even on a day trip where we'd drive up and back in the same day and be in the car all day long, my feeling is there's enough to look at and talk about without burying their heads in a device. I'm sure that one day that will all go the way of the wooly mammoth and we'll give in -- like when they turn into teenagers and develop that affliction known as teenage mouth and we'll need to use the DVD player like a pacifier or if we have to drive through Southern Nevada or Death Valley or something. But I'll put that off as long as possible (on both counts).
  6. What’s your record for calls to the pediatrician or Ask-a-Nurse in a single day?
    I have a love/hate relationship with the medical community. I'm fascinated by it, I want to be a part of it, but I can't stand to deal with it. There is nothing, NOTHING I tell you, that irritates me more than to go in to a doctors office, pony up my $35-$75 copay, wait an hour to be seen with all kinds of snotty noses from who-knows-what running around in the waiting room and to have that doctor or nurse tell me, "Well what you need to do is go to the drugstore and get some [insert name brand of over-the-counter-drug here]." And this is what happens to me more often than not. Do you really think that I got out of bed, dressed (mostly) and dragged my behind here because I
    didn't already exhaust every single easier possibility I could come up with? I could have done that with all the knowledge that's already in my head and in a pinch a two-minute consultation with Dr. Google. I don't need your Harvard diploma'ed ass to tell me that; give me treatment! But I digress. (Can you tell this is a sore spot with me lately?) So the answer to this question is one. I will seldom, if ever, call a doctor more than once, and before I do that, I will exhaust every medical website, every database, every message board to answer my question on my own first. Then I will only go in if you need a prescription to fix it and/or it's something that can't be treated by what's available in my house or at the local drugstore. After that, I won't generally go back, because if they can't help me the first time, I honestly don't have any faith that they will do it the next and will either move onto another doctor or begin the training required for me to get my own medical degree - it'd be faster and less painful.
  7. What’s the sexiest thing your partner could text you after a hard day?
    I'll be home early today so I'll pick up the girls. You don't have to rush out of work to meet the bus. (In a related story: My life makes me sad.)
  8. What’s your favorite iPad joke?
    The iPad: The next best thing to the iTampon.
  9. What’s the dumbest parenting tool, gear, gadget or device you ever bought?
    I avoided the baby wipe warmers, the pee-pee tee-pees, and the Diaper Genies, so I'm going to have to answer: Caboose/Tandem stroller. Seemed like an awesome idea at the time, but that thing is giant, fills up my ENTIRE storage space in my car when it's folded down and is equivalent to driving the 1965 Chevy three-on-the-tree pickup with no power steering and no power breaks that I learned to drive on. Completely unrelated: Anyone want to buy a Joovy Caboose stroller? I currently have one for sale on craigslist. I totally loved mine and you would too.
  10. How many years will it take for your child to become more tech-savvy than you?
    Currently I'm still ahead of them and very proud of that fact. I'm gonna enjoy it while I can.
So... on to the meme portion of the evening: pass it along.

If you're interested, answer these questions yourself - either on your own blog and leave the link in Fluid Pudding's comment section or just leave your answers in her comments without the link for you "low tech" folks. There could be a nice new knitted hat in it for you. But you'll have to go to her site for that. I'm not a knitter and I haven't found a gadget that does that for me yet.

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