'Tis the Season

I'm almost done with the Christmas shopping. It's amazing how little I've had to do for the kids, now that Husband and I have come to a mutual decision.

What'd we decide? Brace yourselves, this is pretty controversial: we're going to focus more on the birth of Christ than on a ton of gifts.

(It's at this point that I wait for the ACLU to barge in for violating the younglings' civil rights, followed by Childrens Services alledging child abuse.)

Seriously, though, let's face it. These days Christmas is just another holiday; an excuse to take time off from work and school, go to parties and get tanked, and exchange expensive and tacky gifts. What's wrong with focusing more on the reason for the season? My kids sure aren't going to see it in the malls or the public squares.

Maybe I sound self-righteous, but Husband and I both want to give our kids that spiritual grounding. We take them to church, talk with them, read to them. We both want the kids to know more about Christmas than Santa and his reindeer.

We are giving gifts to our kids. Just not so much. And they have to give in order to get. Yep, whether they donate their toys, or brand new ones, they're going to learn that it's just as important to help out the kids that don't have the kind of life they do.

And we say MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Tidbits

"Mommy?! I can't see you!"

A Poltergeist remake? Um, why? The first one still scares the poopy out of me!

MOVING ON...

James Bond is not gay. But, Daniel Craig said "...he is prepared to film a full frontal nude scene..."

If those Internets rumors I've heard are true...look out! Python in the room!

NEXT!

Where were all my ex-boyfriends and "lovahs" when my dad died?

Still, though, my sympathies go out to Mick. It's tough to lose your dad, but he did live to 93. That's pretty good.

AND FINALLY...

"Smells Like Teen Spirit?" Seriously???

(Yes, I know, all this is from Starpulse. I'm too tired to browse right now.)

I Have a Bad Feeling About This

Somehow I can't think my day is going to be all that great when Daughter pees her pants at 6:30 a.m.

The bright side to this is that she wasn't in bed, but playing in her room.

UPDATE: The day turned out worse than I expected. Daughter had a huge, nasty accident this afternoon, and then I got into a fight with Husband.

Not good....

Observations at Wal-Mart

Today Daughter and I went to Wal-Mart, and as we were wheeling around the grocery section (to get a jug of Clorox 2, if you're interested) I heard this mother say "We're not getting any Lunchables today!"

I glanced over to see this rather, um, large child sitting in the large part of the cart. When he was told no he immediately started to scream and thrash. The mother sighed, rolled her eyes, and literally heaved the cart back over to the Lunchables.

"No wonder the kid is so fat," I muttered.

I know, I know, I'm no slim jim myself. What struck me is the way the mother caved in order to avoid a tantrum. It made me take a step back and look at how I am with my kids when we're in the store. It's never as bad as what I saw today, mostly because I tell me kids before we even leave the house that there will be NO BEGGING NO WHINING NO TANTRUMS or we're going to just come back home.

It works.

But I kept hearing that mother telling her son NO several times, mostly around the cookies, chips, what not.

Daughter looked at the kid, in mid-thrash, and said "What's wrong with that fat kid, Mommy?"

Ooops, better keep my mouth shut!

Snort Worthy

A bit late, but this made me giggle.

"...pootie-poot!"

*snort*

I Forgot To Tell You!

Somehow, at Thanksgiving dinner, a comment was made and I spat out "There's your nanny state at work! Damn the Liberals!"

I glanced over at a niece (that I've only met once, and that was on my wedding day, thank you. I was a little preoccupied) and said "I hope you're not a Democrat."

Yes, she is.

"A Liberal Democrat?"

Yes.

(Crap)

Favorite BIL then explained that most of us at the table were of a conservative mind, but that Vic here is pretty far right.

I then looked at niece and said "I'm also one of those crazy Christian conservatives. Amen!"

It was at this point that I was shushed and Husband gave me a nudge. I was told not to talk politics at that point.

Dammit!!!

This niece also said she'd vote for Hillary Rodham Rodham if she ran for President. Thank goodness for Favorite BIL, who sat down and said "The Clintons are liars!"

I piped up with "Yeah!"

Between you and me, I wasn't prepared to talk politics anyway, but still, I hate to be shushed!

But I would have loved to have heard her take on the military, seeing as how her father is retired military, and one of her uncles is in...and soon to get a promotion, thankewverramuch.

Grrrr....

All I Want For Christmas

Last night Husband and I had the yearly conversation about Christmas presents. Specifically presents for the younglings, but he asked what I'd already gotten for him, blahblahblah. I told him that I'm not going to ask for anything this year; I figure the high-speed satellite Internets stuff is enough.

I did remind him that I have a wish list on Amazon, to which he said he knew.

Long story short, I told him I'm not asking for anything, though. If I don't circle several things in a catalog, he has no clue. And it looks like I'll be shopping for the kids' presents alone, again, this year.

Now, I have to take our artificial Christmas trees over to the school this morning. Yes, I volunteered our trees; we don't use them anymore and the school needs them for the Christmas program. The PTO was asking, so I said I'd haul them in. Ungrateful bitches! Well, not my friend NutterButter (her choice of alias). She's glad of the help, but those other catty snots? Not so much.

I Was Born Too Late

John W. Lillpop is a lucky man.

And I was born too late.

There's No Place Like Home!

Yeah, we're home; we actually got back last night (Saturday) and I am not lying when I tell you that I actually sang the praises of being in my own home. Why is it that, despite all my efforts, my family and I always get a damn smoking room? Everything stinks!

The place we stayed was an out-of-the-way Mom n' Pop place, and it was nice, clean, comfortable (it even had a kitchenette), so I'm not complaining about that. I just want to know why we always get a smoking room.

And I'm thanking SIL again for telling me that's where her high school friends went to tryst; I spent every night wondering how many horny teens did the dirtydirty on the bed I was sleeping on.

Favorite BIL said he wanted to see lots of stuff in this here blog about our gathering, and I'm sorry to say that I'm just not going into all of that. It would take up too much space! I'll say that I a) told Lazy SIL to make the damn stuffing (it was Stove-Top after all); b) I didn't get drunk; c) I helped out, although not as much as I should have; d) Daughter only had one accident; e) I told the in-laws a new place to hang mistletoe...on their belts.

And yes, I did get to spend time with my parents as well. Not enough time, but the younglings stayed with my folks for one night, so everyone was happy.

Okay! Got laundry to do!

Almost Ready

It's the day before Thanksgiving, and I'm almost ready to go. How do I look? Absolutely Fabulous!

Anyhoo, I've got to run up and have my hair (read: roots) done, and then I'll be in a flurry of packing, so I probably won't be back for the rest of the day.

And Fiddle Dee Dee will be quiet until, at the earliest, Saturday night.

So to all of you, from all of me, have a safe and happy Thanksgiving! Don't eat too much!

Tragic. Pathetic.

This is an unfortunate and true story.

All emphasis is added.

Parents charged in death

The facial bones jutting from the dead 7-month-old boy's sunken skin, the bed sore on his back, and the "minimal" store of baby food in the house first raised the question with investigators.

Nathan Rosier Jr.'s medical and welfare records, his disheveled home and an autopsy told them the rest of what they needed to know, they said.

State police arrested Nathan's parents, Crystal Peace and Nathan Rosier Sr., Monday on charges they grossly neglected to provide adequate food, living conditions and health care to keep Nathan alive. They were charged with involuntary manslaughter.

Police also accused the couple of endangering the life of Nathan's twin brother, Tyler, who police said was also malnourished.

Had Jake not been removed from the family's Waterford home and placed in Saint Vincent Health Center after his brother's death Oct. 13, he likely would have died within a few days as well, Erie County Forensic Pathologist Dr. Eric Vey said Monday.

The negligent care came at the same time the twins' mother was receiving more than $1,200 a month from the state to pay for their care, police said.

The arrests Monday marked the culmination of an investigation that began with the discovery of Nathan's body in his crib.

Authorities immediately labeled the death "suspicious," but they said they wanted to determine whether neglect or a medical problem caused the child's malnourished condition and death.

Erie County Coroner Lyell Cook ruled the manner of Nathan's death a homicide Monday.

Cook said an autopsy by Vey determined the cause of death was "severe nutritional wasting due to neglect."

Crystal Peace, 19, and her boyfriend, Nathan Rosier Sr., 20, was charged with one count of involuntary manslaughter and two counts of endangering the welfare of a child.

"This baby was not properly fed," District Attorney Brad Foulk said. "Nutritional wasting is when someone starves to death."

Peace, 19, and Nathan Rosier Sr., 20, of 28 Harding Ave., Waterford, are each charged with one count of involuntary manslaughter and two counts of endangering the welfare of a child.

Police also charged Peace's father, Larry Peace, 56, with two counts of endangering the welfare of children because he lived with the couple and their children, Foulk said.

"We are alleging he knew or should have known the children were in danger," Foulk said.

The three were arraigned before District Judge Gerard Alonge, and were in Erie County Prison on Monday night. Crystal Peace and Nathan Rosier Sr. were each being held on $10,000 bond; LarryPeace was being held on $5,000 bond.

The criminal complaint said paramedics found the younger Nathan dead in his crib on Oct. 13, after Crystal Peace discovered he had died and Nathan Rosier Sr. asked a neighbor to call 911.

The twins were born 10 weeks premature on March 16 and remained hospitalized for seven weeks, Vey said. At the time Nathan and Tyler were released from the hospital at 7 weeks old, they weighed 4.2 pounds and 4.6 pounds respectively, the criminal complaint said.

Medical records from doctor visits at 7 weeks, 11 weeks and 18 weeks showed the boys' weight steadily increased, Vey said. But then the records stop after that last visit, in July, when Nathan weighed 7 pounds, 5 ounces and Tyler, 8 pounds, 10 ounces, state police said.

At the time of Nathan's death at 29 weeks, he was almost 23 inches long and weighed just under 6 pounds, about 40 percent below the weight he should have been, Vey said.

No other medical reason for the boys' condition, other than a lack of adequate nutrition, was found, Vey said.

Tyler gained weight in the hospital after his brother's death and weighed 9.6 pounds when he was released. In 21 days of treatment, he gained 1.6 pounds, or 16 percent of his body weight, the criminal complaint said.

The Erie County Office of Children and Youth took custody of Tyler and his 18 month-old brother, Alex, after Nathan's death. It placed Tyler and Alex in foster care and is seeking to retain control over the children in Erie County Family Court.

In the criminal complaint, police said paramedics found Nathan lying in his crib on his back with his head turned to the side. There was blood and body fluids around his mouth and nose and similar material about 6 inches away on his bed, they said.

His skin was extremely pale and gray and he appeared so malnourished his skin sank and conformed to his facial bones, arresting officer Trooper Dale Wimer said in the criminal complaint.

Nathan had an ear infection and an open rash on his buttocks, which were dirty with feces, Vey said.

Records showed that Crystal Peace successfully applied for Women, Infants and Children nutritional benefits, or WIC, in Union City in May, police said. Police said she received benefits in May and June, but failed to show up to receive benefits in July.

Police said she also successfully applied for $603 a month per twin boy in supplemental Social Security Income in April 2006. She received the first check in June, and back payments for April and May were received in July, police said.

"The parents were given available means through the Social Security Administration to provide adequate care, however, they chose to neglect these infant children and put them into the severe poor physical condition," Trooper Wimer wrote in the criminal complaint.

What in the hell were these people doing with all that money????

Source: Erie Times-News

Oh Dry Up!

Scarlett is shooting off her mouth. And it isn't even the Scarlett that I like.

Scarlett Johannson is all pissy with President Bush because of his conservative views on s-e-x. According to Scarlett, she gets tested for HIV twice a year.

Um, yeah, so does Husband. It's called the military. And I've had my share of tests, too. (All negative, thankew.)

Johannson also says:

"We are supposed to be liberated in America but if our President had his way, we wouldn't be educated about sex at all. Every woman would have six children, and we wouldn't be able to have abortions."

I guess Scarlett's mother never sat her down and told her about the facts of life and personal responsibility. And when did the President say he wanted to make birth control illegal? I don't recall that; abortions shouldn't be used as birth control.

Oh wait, I'm one of those conservative Christians who actually takes into account the results of my actions! Stupid me!

Scarlett, I don't care if you were in a movie with Swooner Dreamboat. You're a twit.

Ugh

Good. Now that they're married can we get on with our lives?

And, while I was certainly no virgin when I got married, at least I had the decency to wear off-white.

So Much To Do

Well, it looks like Daughter will make a recovery. I slathered her with Vicks last night, in an attempt to break up the gunk she's trying to cough up. She seems to have slept better, at least.

Just to be on the safe side, though, I'm not taking her anywhere if I don't have to. We're going to get through this Thanksgiving business come hell or high water, even if it means staying at the hotel with her while Husband has dinner with his family.

I just have to figure out where to put Daughter's potty so she can, you know...

But....so now I guess I should get to work on Christmas, huh? Can you believe I haven't started my shopping? Well, to be honest, I have gotten a few things, mostly gift cards, but I haven't started shopping for the younglings yet. I know, I know, but Husband bitches at me every year for getting the kids too much and I'm getting tired of it. I finally told him to get off his arse and shop with me, and he will, but he can't seem to figure out just when he wants to go.

Typical.

Those Christmas cards are sitting on my desk, looking at me and saying "finish us!" Well I would if Husband hadn't disconnected the printer. I'm going to try sending out those trite and sugary family update letters, and how the hell can I print the damn thing if Husband has the stupid thing off the network? (The answer is: get off my arse and carry my laptop to the printer and print that way.)

I showed Husband what I'd written so far, and came to the conclusion that we are a very boring bunch of people.

Anyone who would like an official GroovyVic Eiffel (French last name, remember) Christmas card can e-mail me and I will be happy to share some Christmas joy with you! Don't worry, you won't get a letter...unless you ask for it!

Any and all addresses that you send me will be kept totally confidential!!!

Check Me Out!

Huh. That's a shock, isn't it?

But still...yay me!

Thankew to NSC

Cough, Cough....Sniff!

I hate this time of year for one reason: colds from hell.

It looked like Daughter was getting over the latest round until yesterday, when the cold she was recovering from morphed into something really nasty during a two hour nap.

I think I have reason to worry about this, since it could develop into something worse, and she has to go back in two weeks for her second flu shot. And let's not forget her ears! I can't deal with back-to-back ear infections again; she still has a tube in one of her ears.

So it doesn't look like we're going to church today...again. I don't want to have her around all those other kids, coughing and hacking. I hate that when other kids do it, so it's the Golden Rule, you know?

It's times like this that make me quite an isolationist. I don't want my kids to go anywhere, touch anything, be exposed to anything that might make them sicker than they already are.

Damn the public school system!

Logic tends to take over at times like this, and with a holiday gathering looming just days away, I'm wondering if we should take the younglings into a stew of germs. My kids are going to be around their cousins, and inevitably someone else is hacking and snotting all over the place. And there's that Golden Rule thing; I don't want any of the in-laws bitching about how my kids got their kids sick.

Oh sure, people will be pissed if we don't go, but isn't the health of my children and little more important?

(As I type this, Son is wiping Daughter's nose. Brotherly love is not dead.)

Input is most welcome, as I know if I try to broach the subject of not going up to visit on Thanksgiving, I'll be shot down.

I oughta buy stock in Kleenex.

Did Millions Watch?

Yesterday was the 25th anniversary of the Luke and Laura nuptials. It was also the day they got remarried...although it won't count for much, since Luke is still married to Tracy.

Oh wait, did I give it away?

Anyhoo, I watched yesterday's episode and thought "My gawd, I saw this the first time - 25 years ago - and here I am, crying again!"

Bawling like a fool, because I read Soap Opera Digest, I know what's going to happen (or not happen); I remember so much about the first wedding...and then the two of them danced in that gazebo, to the music they danced to when they were in the department store all those years ago.

I'm a sentimental wuss, okay?

But did millions watch this time? I hate to say it, but I was a little disappointed. Robert Scorpio was in the last row; he got less than five minutes screen time, and there was no interaction with him and Laura!

And that damn Maxie-pad! That little wench! Argh!

And that friggin' Helena! Not Elizabeth Taylor this time, but still.

Ah well. Beggars can't be choosers, I suppose. At any rate, I know what's coming up next week (Jason's life in the balance! Carly and Jax!), so I guess I'll see what happens then.

Watch Your Ears

News that Mike Tyson is going to work for Heidi Fleiss.

I find this disturbing on so many levels.

Gimme Money

This morning, Daughter and I made a Wal-Mart run. No big deal there, except that this morning I saw a car with its lights on, so I stopped at customer service before I did anything to report the license plate number and what not.

Again, nothing earth shaking.

So Daughter and I are checking out, and a lady comes into line behind us, and as she's waiting she starts chatting with Daughter, remarking about how cute Daughter is, how pretty her blonde curls are, stuff like that.

(Yes, thank you, Daughter is quite pretty.)

I think nothing of it until this woman, a complete stranger, asks if she can give Daughter three dollars. Stunned, I had no response, and there Daughter sat with three dollars in her hand.

(Hey, if you're handing out cash, make it more than three bucks, huh?)

A charitable gesture? Maybe that woman thought I was a total skeez alkie because I was buying about a half dozen bottles of wine? (Which are for next week, thankew.) Cosmic repayment for reporting the car with its lights on?

I have no idea, but we're going to give that three bucks to charity.

Adding Fuel to the Fire

So, Val Kilmer is going to play David Lee Roth in an upcoming movie about Motley Crue? Okay, let's do a little comparison, shall we?

DLR, at his hottest:

Val Kilmer, today:

AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!! My eyes, my eyes!

Good LAWD! Bad enough Kilmer ruined Jim Morrison...and then Batman.

I DO NOT want to see this in assless chaps!

LISTEN TO ME!!!

Sorry, just a mood I'm in right now.

Although I do have my laptop back. Yay!

GroovyVic - Bookworm

Thankew to Robbo for the link.

Venison Anyone?

I may be the only person who could honestly say I hit a deer in my own driveway.

I haven't, yet, but it's only a matter of time.

Yesterday, as I was driving down my driveway to wait for the schoolbus, I saw a flash of white behind La Tahoe. I stopped, glanced back, and saw an eight-point buck and a doe running across the driveway.

I mean really! There have been times when I'm ten feet away from those buggers...in my own driveway!

The really fun times are when they stand in front of my picture window and scare the bejeebus out of me.

Hear the Crickets Chirp

I'm going to be pretty scarce today, and maybe the next couple of days.

See, Husband has, once again, rendered my beloved laptop moot; somehow I lost a critical modem for dial-up, and the network is down, so I have to use his laptop to do anything. Local dial-up and no FireFox.

Argh!

So, I'm without all my favorite links and what not, but I may get to some of my favorite blogs today, we'll see. Logging on and all is a pain in the rear.

But anyway, how was your weekend? I spent most of it on my couch watching war movies. Ahhhh, The Longest Day, one of the greats AND a laundry list of stars!

And now where else will you hear the line "...from the crotch to the knee" delivered with such theatrical training. I love Richard Burton!

"Ack ack...over Calais."

Junior Durannie?

So, this morning I turned on VH1 Classic and saw one of my favorite videos from the '80's, The Reflex. (From twenty-two years ago, I might add.)

Anyway, I watched because I admit to still thinking John Taylor was at his hot peak in that video. But the most amusing thing was watching Daughter.

She sat there, in front of the TV, staring and swaying to the music.

Junior Durannie?

Thank a Veteran

Today is, in fact, Veterans Day, and I'm going to hug my husband.

Time To Show 'Em the Real GroovyVic

I wasn't feeling all that groovy yesterday when the school called to tell me that Son had missed the bus. Apparently five kids that ride the same bus missed the bus.

Once I got to the school, I heard one story from the kids and a different one from the school secretary. Long story short, it doesn't sound to me like Son, or any of those other boys, should have missed the bus.

After talking with another mother last night (her son missed the bus too) I got a little fired up. Son looked me in the eye and told me he wasn't running, he was walking to his bus after he heard the announcement, and then he got stopped.

Sounds fishy to me.

Up until now I've kept my mouth shut at the school, because I've still got Daughter that will have to go through there, but this is ri-goddamn-diculous! I've kept my trap shut when Son's teacher gave a little liberal speech, didn't harass the principal when she got bitchy with me...well, the gloves are off now.

There's a PTO meeting this morning that I'm going to attend. Look out, school, there's a pissed off GroovyVic on the way.

UPDATE, LATER THE SAME DAY: Huh. No sooner do I walk in and sign in at the office but the principal apologizes to me, telling me it was partially her fault that Son missed the bus. I told her he's not scarred for life, but the next time this happens I expect her to bring Son home. All the way to my front door!

Mood: A Bit Better

Okay, so I calmed down a bit yesterday. After talking with a friend of mine, actually we both sort of wallowed in our misery, I got on with my life.

Yeah, I have one, albeit not an exciting one. Daughter was very sick yesterday, feverish and with a terrible cough, so I spent most of the day tending to her. She did, however, use the potty for, um, you know, #2, so Husband and I were happy about that.

I know, blogging about my child's toilet training isn't exactly worldnews, but it keeps my mind off of the matters at hand.

Even if the Republicans got what they deserved, I still have feelings of dread about this win by the Democrats. So dealing with poo seems appropriate, no?

This Is It. We're In Hell

As if we needed further proof that the world is sliding down the shit-chute, I read news that Christoper Walken is going to portray Ozzy.

Worse, Val Kilmer to be David Lee Roth!

One look at my comment over at Agent Bedhead should clue you in as to how I feel about that!

Another Bad Mood

Not happy this morning. I just checked the election results for Ohio.

Dammit.

New Shoes

Well, took La Tahoe in to the garage, again, and there's nothing wrong. Except she needs new shoes.

Tires, that is.

Well, hell, I could have told you that; I've been saying I should get new tires for the past couple months, but Husband kept shushing me, said they were just fine!

Yeah, well, who's laughing now, fat boy?

This ties in with today's mood (see the post below); I told Husband that we could save money and just stay home for Thanksgiving...but of course, that idea went over like a lead balloon.

Today's Mood:

Thanks A Lot

I would like to thank all those scuzzy bastards who got busted for having meth labs. Because of you unwashed masses, I now have to take a little card to the pharmacy counter if I want to buy cough medicine or sinus meds.

Today I spent ten minutes waiting for the pharmacist to, I swear, get a criminal check on me because I was trying to purchase children's Ibuprofen cough medicine.

Child's cough syrup!

The worst thing was that the pharmacist took my driver's license, so I couldn't even stomp off in a huff.

So now, because of a few wankers out there, I practically have to give blood and my last three mailing addresses in order to make my kids feel better.

And DO NOT get me started on the fight I had with the U-Check!

Clue Me In

So, yeah, I watched a bit of VH1's "100 Greatest Songs of the 80's" (which named Bon Jovi's "Living on a Prayer" #1. WTF???)

Anyway, "London Calling" made the list, and it was stated that someone was arrested in London for humming the lyrics in a taxi. Yeah, something about terrorism?

Hey, what the piss? Okay, maybe I'm not as cerebral as some and don't see the hidden meaning in the lyrics, but really, terrorism?

Someone clue me in as to why lyrics that are over 20 years old can't be sung now.

"London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared - and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard,you boys and girls
London calling, now don't look to us
Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the reign of that truncheon thing

CHORUS
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
Cause London is burning and I, I live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go at it alone
London calling to the zombies of death
Quit holding out - and draw another breath
London calling - and I don't wanna shout
But while we were talking I saw you nodding out
London calling, see we ain't got no hide
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes

CHORUS x2
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
Cause London is drowning and I, I live by the river

Now get this
London calling, yes, I was there, too
An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
And after all this, won't you give me a smile?
London Calling

I never felt so much alike, like-a, like-a..."

(Lyrics found here.)

Our Day Out

Since Husband had to work today, I took the kids out for lunch and a movie.

We hit Eat n' Barf, then the bookstore, where I dropped $100 on books for me and the kids. Well hell! I can't walk out of a bookstore and not get myself something, now can I?

We'd planned on going to the movies with a friend of mine, who's son is in Son's class, so they're friends too. Friend Of Mine led me into Christopher and Banks, where I slapped down ye olde Visa card on some new clothes for myself.

Poo. I'm sick of buying my clothes at friggin' Wal-Mart. I deserve something nice, don't I?

And then, Friend, her husband, their two kids, and me and my kids all trooped in to see Santa Claus 3.

Eh. I didn't hate it...but the previews interested me more. A movie about the Nativity? You bet I'm going to take the kids to that!

And Charlotte's Web? Yeah, I'll see it, and that will probably make me cry harder than the '70's animated version. This updated version has farting cows...and well, I have a sick sense of humor.

But Dakota Fanning? Hello? Is she the only child actor in Hollyweird?

A good day, but tiring.

Happy Birthday, Man!

Agent Bedhead will enjoy this:

Today is Matthew McConaughey's birthday! Yes, he's 37 today.

All right, all right, all right! L-I-V-I-N, livin'!

Sorry, I can never resisit quoting his lines from one of my favorite movies.

I'm Not Alone

It's nice to know that there are others out there like me.

Ten years ago, a major thing happened in my life: I voted all R's.

Man, it felt good.

John W Lillpop, in the above linked post, seems to have read my mind!

Hot Off the Presses

Could it be that there is finally going to be a Sex and the City bigscreen movie?

Come on, aren't we all curious as to what happens after Big comes back to New York to be with Carrie? Charlotte and Harry adopting a baby? Miranda and Steve in Brooklyn? Samantha and her cancer?

Keep your fingers crossed!

AND...

Janet Jackson finally moves out of her parents' home.

*snort*

Moby says: "I don't know why I'm so loathed."

Well, gee Cueball, could it be because everything that comes out of your mouth is total bullshit?

As a new blog friend, Tony, stated: "That’s how he got his name. It was More Boys, Yo…but he shortened it to Moby."

A Milestone

Daughter stayed dry last night!

Yep, she woke up and her Pull-Up was bone dry.

I know, not the most newsworthy report, but the parents out there will appreciate the meaning.

Daughter is now modeling the latest in Barbie undergarments.

Oh Puh-leeez

Non-partisan....my ass!

Look at the list of bands supporting this. They're not exactly known for their conservative views and love of the current administration.

Or any administration, come to think of it. I would think the Grateful Dead was too looped to know what the hell was going on.

Sheesh.

Open Letter to a Dumbass

Dear Speed Demon,

Thank you for not running over my son and I this morning while I was walking him across the road to get on the bus.

Apparently the big, yellow bus with the flashing red lights and stop sign were invisible to you. I refuse to believe that the sun was in your eyes; anyone could have spotted such a large vehicle STOPPED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD! Not to mention the big, red Tahoe that was sitting at the end of my driveway, that you undoubtedly see every morning as you motor down the road.

After speaking briefly with Son's busdriver, I learned that she was unable to get your license number. Trust me, driver of a purple Dodge Neon, I will get your number.

Son and I were lucky that we were just starting to step off the cross the road; another few steps and we would be mincemeat.

You are an asshole, and I can only hope the Ohio Highway Patrol busts your sorry ass for speeding.

Dumbass!

Sincerely,

GroovyVic
A very pissed-off mother

This Man is On Fire!

Okay, I admit it, I watched Flavor of Love on VH1.

Hello? It was like a horror movie, I couldn't look away!

And yeah, I think New York is a little, um, over the top, to put it mildly.

Deelishis may have won, but Flav is expecting a child with someone else!

Poor Deelishis!

Gift Idea

From the pages of the Sears Wish Book, the "GR8 TaT2 Maker":

A great gift for ages 6-12 Years Open up your very own pretend play tattoo parlor. This easy-to-use tattoo maker kit includes an electronic tattoo pen and funky stencils. Using soft, safe pulsating action, the tattoo pen creates realistic, washable designs with dramatic effects.

Yeah, what child aged 6 and up doesn't want their very own tattoo? And how about those kids in the picture? Hello?

Sheesh.

Duhhhh...uhhhhhh...

As appears on Drudge, and sent to me by a BIL.

Say You're Sorry!

Damn that John F-ing Kerry.

I happen to know someone, a graduate of one of the military academies no less, who may be heading over to Iraq. He's not stupid.

Interesting thing: last night a local kid was interviewed about his desire to join the Marines after he gradutes from high school. He said he was a bright student, and yes he could go to college and play football, but he chooses to enlist instead. Know what the kicker was?

"I'd be proud to die for my country."

God Bless You.

John Kerry, you're the dumbass!

And P.S. - while Husband has not yet gone to Iraq, he has been to the Middle East, and he's pretty damn smart. And the guys he works with are no mental twerps, either.

Resume Wizard

My mother had an interesting suggestion this morning regarding John Kerry's recent foot-in-mouth disease: he should go stuff pickles for Heinz!

Yeah, she was all like "You should write a resume for him to send in to Heinz so he can pack pickles or fill ketchup bottles."

Hmmm....shall we???

(Talk about nepotism!)