Archive for July, 2009

Painting Stuff and Things

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I'm trusting you to tell me when it's no longer acceptable to blast Thriller from my car stereo

I’m busy and maybe I’m still in mourning. I don’t know. I paint stuff and take the kids to the pool and think about Michael Jackson and Walter Cronkite and run and play variations of hide-and-seek, but blogging hasn’t been on my to-do list.

We’re heading to Michigan today (not Cluck & Tweet’s Michigan, but still). My sister and I will beat my my nephew’s girlfriend and my niece in tennis on Saturday morning and then we’ll spend the rest of the day gloating about that while the kids swim in the pond and play with their cousin Riley. Sunday, there will be an Aldrich family reunion, and then a childless trip home as the kids are staying a few days in order to camp with my inlaws. What will we do with no children? Paint, of course. I’m going to paint 14 hours a day for 3 days. I hope I finish the whole house. After  my 14 hours of painting, Bryan and I will eat at restaurants and maybe go to Zoombezi Bay one night. Who knows? We’re crazy kids, we could do anything! ANYTHING! As long as the painting gets done, I mean. The painting must get done. I will miss the children because they rock, but they’ll be in good hands and they’ll still rock when they get back. And the walls will be painted. Yay!

Oh, and new toilet! Monday! Plumber!

As usual, don’t break in while we’re gone and make sure you cry because you miss us. If you could videotape yourself crying and post it on Youtube, that would be a bonus. I’ll give you bonus points. (You didn’t know I’ve been giving you all points all this time? I won’t take away any points for that).

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Because I Usually Complain About Advertising

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Sociological Images posted a vintage Lego ad and I wanted to show you that I am capable of commercial love.

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It’s just so good. And I love it. Why do you suppose they don’t make ‘em like this anymore?

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Old Man Cheezer and Maya’s First Blog Post

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We hired somebody to do the tile in the basement bathroom and Liberty has nick-named him “Old Man Cheezer.” I don’t know why. He is an old man, but he doesn’t smell like cheese and I’ve not seen him snacking on cheese.

Soon, when Old Man Cheezer’s work is done, our plumber (“Young Man Crackerz, with a ‘z’” says Lena) will be able to get in there and  get that place toileted up. Then the big children won’t have to carry their tired tushies all the way upstairs and to the other side of the house in the wee hours of the morning when the tinkle fairy comes. They’re very sad and sleepy when that happens. Every morning I hear them dragging themselves up the stairs and through the house whimpering, “When is our bathroom gonna be dooooonnnnnne?” The poor babies. The worst part is, when Maya (whose bedroom is right next to the bathroom on the main level) hears the walking dead, she races to the bathroom and locks herself in there shouting, “I have to go peeeeeee! Really baaaaaad!” And then I imagine she silently cackles while Lena and/or Liberty stand outside the door yelling, “Hurry UP!” I told them the toilet would be in there this week. I lied. Old Man Cheezer is going out of town today and he won’t be back to finish his job until Monday. Then we’ll schedule Young Man Crackerz.

And now, Maya would like to tell you about this:

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The water is super, super,  super, super, super deep and nobody can touch. Moms and dads can’t touch. Big girls can’t touch. Teenagers can’t touch. Little girls can’t touch. Toddlers can’t touch. Babies can’t touch. There should be a baby diving board in the baby pool. <At this point, she switches to a commercial announcer voice> So come here and dive! It’s where the water slide is! And if you lay down on your back, you go super fast! And if you sit up, you go slow. So come here and dive off the little board and dive off the platform and dive off the medium board! So I want you to come here and diiiiiiive! It’s fun! And how you dive is you bend down and put your hands over your head together and make sure your hands go in first and then straighten your legs. Bye bye!

And she also wants to tell you about the water slide.

Hello, my name is Maya and I’m going to tell you about the water slide! Yay! The water slide is fun, you should come at the swimming pool and this is the same place where I talked about the diving board, so come here and go swimming! And you can do a bunch of stuff, but you can only go down on your butt on the water slide, so you have to come here and swim because <singing> it’s summer time, it’s summer time, and I love summer time! Now you sing it! The slide is swirly because it doesn’t go straight down because when you start going you go left, right, left, right, left, right, and at the end you’re in water. Right now come to the swimming pool! <singing> Boom boom, boom boom, boom boom. Bye bye!

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It’s not Disorder, it’s De Rigeur

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I was cleaning up a little bit last night and when I was done, I took some pictures of what I didn’t clean up. It occurred to me that I do not consider Several Piles of Books Scattered all Through the House something that needs to be cleaned up. I didn’t clean up the kids’ bedding on the basement floor, either. Apparently, on the scale of child-rearing necessities, Scattered Reading Material ranks just as high as Comfy Slumber Party Sleeping Arrangements. What did I clean up? I did the dishes and mopped and vacuumed the floors. Then I put the books and bedding back down on the just mopped or vacuumed floors.

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You Should Not Get a Perm

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I just checked out the keyword searches that cause some poor suckers to stumble across my blog when they’re actually looking for information on the internet, and I just want to say that there are way too many people googling “perm 2009″ or “2009 perms” or “should I get a perm” or something like that. FYI, a 2009 perm is the same as a 1989 perm. Maybe you don’t carry a pick around with you in your back pocket, but it’s still the same damn thing. Please don’t get a perm. Just because skinny jeans and, apparently, harem pants are back in (thanks for that tip, kjames), does not mean you should get a perm.

I was a little bit offended that google sent somebody here when they searched for “my sister-in-law drinks too much.” I don’t drink too much, google! But then I noticed that it didn’t really bring them to my whole blog, it just brought them to all of the posts that I tagged with “Tracy.” Haha, Tracy, the internet knows you drink too much.

I’m sad for the people (person?) who searched for “c0ck stretchy pants” and “advantages of gay s3x.” You must be very disappointed in google right now. I think there might not be any advantage unless you’re gay and then, well, the advantage is the gay s3x. That’s just my opinion, but I think it would be pretty advantageous for a gay person to have gay s3x. Maybe one of my gay-er readers could clear that up. As for the c0ck, well, I’m very sorry you wasted your time here. To my knowledge, there is nary a c0ck to be found on this site. Defnitely not one clothed in stretchy pants, but you might like this site that my friend emailed to me yesterday. I’m not going to call her out on it because she might be embarrassed. And rightly so. It’s called Awkward B0ners. Go ahead, click it. You’ll love it because many of the awkward b0ners are in stretchy pants. You’re welcome. Oh, um, that site is NSFW and NSFC. It’s true. The site with the word “b0ners” in the title is not the least bit safe for work or children. I thought I might better spell that out for some of you.

Last, but not least, everybody is googling those stupid effing 0ne-a-day teen v1tamins. And they find them on my blog. I still get comments from dumb teens on that post. “Um, like, it’s not sexist, if, like, I totally want clear skin. Muscles are for boys. Clear skin is for girls. That’s not sexism, that’s, like, the truth.” The fact that the post clearly says that even my ten year olds can see the sexism does not give these teens pause when they leave their comments. I have  no hope for the future.

On a related note, who the hell googles, “can adults take 0ne-a-day teen v1tamins?” and “if I am not a teen can I still take teen vitamins?” You should be slapped. You are like a vitamin cougar. Act your age and get some grown-up acne or muscle medicine you sick, sick vitaped0phile.

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