Friday, May 29, 2009

My Boyfriend's Back



This was a fine way to wake up.

My boyfriend's back and you're gonna be in trouble
(Hey-la-day-la my boyfriend's back)

You see him comin' better cut out on the double
(Hey-la-day-la my boyfriend's back)

He's been gone for such a long time
(Hey-la-day-la my boyfriend's back)

Now he's back and things'll be fine
(Hey-la-day-la my boyfriend's back)

You're gonna be sorry you were ever born
(Hey-la-day-la my boyfriend's back)

Cause he's kinda big and he's awful strong
(Hey-la-day-la my boyfriend's back)


All is forgiven.
Safe to say I have a one track mind.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Twisted Mommy Meme

It is a well documented fact that I am not a big fan of the blogger, "meme". Having said that, there are only a few reasons for me to comply with being tagged, one of which is a genuine fondness for the blogger doing the tagging.


Such is the case with The Dental Maven, who tagged me for the Motherhood Meme. In the short time since we have connected, Maven, or Mave, as I call her, has fast become a staple in my blogging routine. Her blog, "Know Your Teeth" is not only genius, but as unique and hilarious as The Maven herself. The topics range from pop culture to daily hygiene issues and always revolve around oral health. It is a certainty that The Dental Maven will make you think as well as make you laugh and her blog is worth a peek, as she has created her own unique spin on niche blogging.

So to comply with this Mommy Meme, I must list 5 things I love about motherhood and tag 5 bloggers to do the same. Since this is The Daily Dandy and I ruin everything by showing no respect for that which is sacred, I decided to instead list five things, tongue in cheek, that I love about being a mother. I know The Mave will forgive me, for I am nothing if not a loose cannon who marches to the beat of my own ipod. So here goes:


1. I love the fact that I can swear like a truck driver at my teens, but the second they utter even a somewhat mild form of profanity, I feign shock and horror at them, immediately punish them, and question the "hoodlums" that they spend their time with.


2. I love that my kids are afraid of me, but at the same time they have no problem crapping all over everything I have taught them. They damn well should be afraid, and if they think for one minute that I am just going to lay down and let them walk all over me, they would be right. I'm too freakin tired.


3. I love the fact that my being their personal ATM is, at times, a two-way street. That's right bloggers, I sometimes jack the kids wallets when I need some cash for the pizza guy or I'm just too lazy to go to the bank that day. And because my kids are always extorting money from me and My Guy, the little cherubs are LOADED; flush with a cash hoard and I know exactly where they hide it. Unfortunately for me I have a screw missing in the "it all comes out in the wash" department and I always fret about returning the cash, so I do. I hope to get over that sooner rather than later.


4. I love that I can read their personal text messages and then expertly LIE to their faces about it. I figure it is my duty as a parent and although we talk a lot about the sanctity of someone's privacy, all bets are off when it comes to teens. I NEED to make sure they are ok and if I break that rule while they are at a vulnerable age, I'm hoping good old St. Peter still may see it in his heart to give me a free pass on that one. "What are you the text police?" is my favorite response. And for some reason they can always tell when I have done it.


5. I love that "Because I said so," is a valid and binding response to any inquiry. "Why can't I have 5 friends sleep over?" Response: "Because I said so."
"Why do I have to finish my homework before I go to the mall?" Again, "Because I said so."
The four most perfect words uttered together in the English language. Of course if it were that easy, I would have them tattooed across my ass and flash them every time they inquired in a whiney tone about one thing or another. Truth is they really mean nothing. In today's world everything is a long, drawn out, emotional negotiation which I usually end up losing anyway.


And I don't think I would have it any other way.


You know the rest people, run like the Dickens with this meme if it suits your fancy.
Many thanks to The Dental Maven for bestowing upon me the Mommy Meme honor, although I twisted it around to suit me.

Sometimes I just a deviant little mother.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Sometimes I Feel Like Doing Just That

Once in a while you get a day that makes you just feel like there is not enough time to do what needs to be done.

Today is just one of those days. Old Bailey has the right idea.

If you ask me, the dogs a genius.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

DETOX


I am never eating again.


What is it about holiday's and long weekends that make us think we can just indulge in every food offering that is presented to us? And who in the HELL do I think I am, Twiggy???


Today I am all strung out on cheeseburgers, hot dogs, potato salad, chips, salsa and dip. It's like crack with calories. And the leftovers??? Holy temptation. I can't stand to look at it. I've been on a weekend bender.

No, no, no, I wanna make myself go to rehab.

Chicken, sausages, cookies, dips with veggies and crackers, these are my drugs of choice and they're going to kill me and all the hard work I've been doing getting ready for summer. The smell of the grill triggers my taste buds and suddenly I'm thinking; what's one little hot dog among friends?


But it's never one little hot dog, is it? One little cracker with cheese turns into ten. "Oh you have to try my homemade guacamole." Then the guacamole finds it's way onto my cheeseburger. Dirty smack pushers, all of 'em.

I can feel my body craving more and more and then I begin to sweat and shake all over. The pressure to conform is killing me. Look, everyone else it doing it. It's no biggie. Friendly summer cook-outs are a rite of passage, a time to bond with family and friends sharing good times and good food. It's all a big fat lie.

The truth is, it's good for nothing but a lifetime on the hips.

I'm a junkie. I was born into the addition and I'm a highly functional, as I always bring something to the table. Check out my addition to the barbecue. PURE EVIL.


With all this food leftover, what do I do? Pawn it off on my children, so they can end up with a $50 a day habit. Their innocent little faces asking for more. I have hit rock bottom.

Just say no to crack.

Friday, May 22, 2009

NSFW Friday...Therapy

Today's installment of NSFW Friday is certainly not safe for work at all, so don't even attempt it if you are at the office.

Since I have had, quite possibly, one of the worst weeks of my young life, I have decided to get it all out of my system and purge myself of all the negativity. Who better to help me make my statement than the late, great George Carlin and his famous, "The Seven Dirty Words you can't say on Television".

This one holds a special memory for me because I will never forget the first time I heard it. I was about six years-old when my 17 year-old brother came home drunk, late one night. He put the record, (remember those-LP's?) on the turntable, cranked the volume up to ridiculous and proceeded to pass out on the living room floor. I awoke at about 2am, in the sanctity of my little girl bed, to the sound of a strange man's voice spewing profanities and was absolutely PETRIFIED! I don't know what possessed me, but I got up and did what I thought was the death march downstairs, to find my drunken big brother passed out on the floor in front of the stereo with this baby playing on the record player. In all of my six year-old maturity, I shut the stereo to off and went back to bed.

We lost George Carlin a few years back, and it is certainly safe to say that we lost a true legend. This monologue is now a part of pop culture history. As we enter into a long holiday weekend, I invite you to view it as a release of any negativity, a reminder not to take life's little detours too seriously.

Have a great Memorial Day Weekend everyone! May we all come back on Tuesday refreshed and renewed.

PEACE! Happy kick off to Summer!


Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Queen Beeyoch



The ladies over at Scandalous Housewife have bestowed upon me a most distinct honor; that of Queen Bitch.


Hell Yeah! It's nice to be recognized for all your hard work and dedication. Thank you my bishes!


Scandalous Housewife is the home to three lovely ladies-Team Cougar-Scandy-the smokin hot Scandalous Housewife herself, Lush-Ess, her sexy, MILF counter part and Suburbia Steph, the deliciously naughty suburban house wife extraordinaire. Please check them out, one click over there and you will be hooked! (Heff, these lovelies are right up your alley) Oh the trouble and mischief we could conjure up if we lived near each other. One can only dream.....LOVE THEM!


Anyway, enough of the Scandalous love fest! So with this prestigious award I must adhere to the following:

With this award,the Queen duties include:
1. List 7 things that make you awe-summm.
2. Pass the award onto 7 bloggers that we love.
3. Tag those bloggers to let them know they are now Queens, too (and link back to the Queen who tagged you).

Ok bishes, you ask and you shall recieve.
I decided that since the Scandalous Ones inspired this post, I would list 7 things that the bishes would approve of that make me awe-summmmm.

Warning: This could get a little racy.


1. I have no gag reflex. Nuff said.



2. I was a dancer and I still occasionally take ballet class to stay fit. Let's just say that FLEXIBILITY is my strong suit.


3. After my ex-asshole and I broke up, one of the first things I did was hook up with a hot, young, strapping, hottie that had a thing for me in grad school. Since I was married at the time we met, we became good friends until that evening....revenge sex ROCKS!


4. My breasts are real and still perky-after forty. My cleavage is a weapon I use wisely.


5. I practice a very disciplined form of exercise daily called Kegels.


6. My Guy says that I am insatiable. Like this is a problem?


7. I shop regularly at La Perla. Nuff said.


So because I love all you bitches and I couldn't choose between you, I invite you to take this award and run with it!
Thanks to Scandy and the crew for providing the inspiration for today's fun. Now if you'll excuse me, some of us may need a cold shower.


Peace Bishes!