Aug 21, 2013
Damn You Fake Cheesemakers
I accidentally bought two pounds of fake cheese. I'm pretty pissed off about it. It was in the cheese aisle and it said "SHREDDED imitation MONTEREY JACK" Then I was at home preparing a home made pizza with insane mounts or vegetables on it and I grabbed handfuls of this stuff and thought "that doesn't feel right." After spreading it, I tasted it and went back to the label to read that it's great for salads but doesn't melt. I had to throw the whole uncooked pizza in the garbage. I just couldn't see a way to scrape handfuls of shredded imitation cheese off an uncooked pizza. I was so mad, I resolved to return the rest of the bag t the store and chew someone out for even selling the junk. Can you imagine how crazy I'm going to sound? But damnit someone must pay. With the amount of ingredients in it, I can't understand how this stuff is easier to make than cheese and it still has whey in it so it's not even like it's good if you have a milk allergy. Again I say Damn you fake cheese makers and seller - you suck!
Aug 1, 2013
Accidental Waxing AKA Things I Shouldn't Post But*...
So whenever my three year old get's water in his eyes, or a bit of a runny nose he get's all OCD and has to wipe it off immediately. This makes his top lip my top worry when he has a cold. I have to follow him around trying to sneak coco butter onto his face when he's not paying attention. Ever try to sneak something onto someone elses face? Usually you have to wait until they pass out... only instead of drawing funny moustaches or putting shaving cream in his hand, I'm trying to just moisturize his chapped lip.
Anyway this OCD of face wiping also makes me nervous as hell while swimming. Why?... What's the nearest piece of fabric for him to wipe his water splashed face with in the pool? The front of MY swim trunks. Let me tell you he's not dainty about it. He grabs a big hand full of nylon swimming suit and yanks it towards his watery eye. Packed into that hand full of swim suit is all the normal short curly things hidden behind an adult's swim trunks. Yeaaah... so he's got this hand full and he yanks it towards his eye and I try real hard not to scream. The first time it happened we were swimming at the lake and it was soo fast I yelled "WTF!" only not the letters, the whole schlemiel. This only made people turn around and look to see if I was getting eaten by a shark, or losing part of my swim suit; which are the only two reasons anyone yells at the beach (and in fact, the later was happening to me.)
So, I learned very quickly not to draw attention to myself when the kid is trying his best to yank everything between my bare skin and the sunshine off in public. Now, every time some little snot from the YMCA day camp yells "Cannonball!" and takes a flying leap, I have to either have to throw my body in the path of the splash destined for my toddler's eye, or dunk down low enough to ensure my tankini top gets clawed off instead of an impromptu crotch waxing in the shallow end. Go ahead and add this to the list of things things you can't put in the baby book.
*A lot of times I don't post stories about the kids because I know, eventually, they'll be fifteen and not want their stories out floating around the interwebs, but when one of them repeatedly makes my eyes water with pain like that, it's no longer about them. It becomes my story to tell. (Sorry kid.)
Anyway this OCD of face wiping also makes me nervous as hell while swimming. Why?... What's the nearest piece of fabric for him to wipe his water splashed face with in the pool? The front of MY swim trunks. Let me tell you he's not dainty about it. He grabs a big hand full of nylon swimming suit and yanks it towards his watery eye. Packed into that hand full of swim suit is all the normal short curly things hidden behind an adult's swim trunks. Yeaaah... so he's got this hand full and he yanks it towards his eye and I try real hard not to scream. The first time it happened we were swimming at the lake and it was soo fast I yelled "WTF!" only not the letters, the whole schlemiel. This only made people turn around and look to see if I was getting eaten by a shark, or losing part of my swim suit; which are the only two reasons anyone yells at the beach (and in fact, the later was happening to me.)
So, I learned very quickly not to draw attention to myself when the kid is trying his best to yank everything between my bare skin and the sunshine off in public. Now, every time some little snot from the YMCA day camp yells "Cannonball!" and takes a flying leap, I have to either have to throw my body in the path of the splash destined for my toddler's eye, or dunk down low enough to ensure my tankini top gets clawed off instead of an impromptu crotch waxing in the shallow end. Go ahead and add this to the list of things things you can't put in the baby book.
*A lot of times I don't post stories about the kids because I know, eventually, they'll be fifteen and not want their stories out floating around the interwebs, but when one of them repeatedly makes my eyes water with pain like that, it's no longer about them. It becomes my story to tell. (Sorry kid.)
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