Happy Friday

What did I get for my birthday (besides my Kiva gift certificate and a shirt from the Limited and a wonderful picnic lunch and a card with penguins on it)? A nasty, yucky, disgusting cold. Boo. I’m all stuffy and sneezy and grumpy. Basically I’m all of the seven dwarfs wrapped up into one very congested person.

So, in order to bring out the happy dwarf, here is a music video you’ve probably all seen on that one iPod commercial by Fiest. It makes me smile.

Now you’re going to be singing this song all day, just like me. Also, I think all people should all have a blue, sparkly jumpsuit. The world would be a better place.

Jetlag, Part 2

We got back from Denver last night, later than expected, with one crabby baby and way too much luggage. One of the most annoying things about traveling with a toddler (besides the brusing on your legs from getting stomped on the entire flight) are the people that come up to you with their double strollers and say, “Just wait until you have two.” Why? Just because I have one screaming kid I should thank my lucky stars that I don’t have another? Does it make the throbbing in my head any less painful because I only have one set of little hands poking at my eyes and ears and nose and pulling out my hairclip and dancing all over my lap?! My pain is just as real as yours, even if I’m only pushing one umbrella stroller through a foreign airport waiting for my late flight, damnit.

OK, so I’m a little, teeny, tiny bit grumpy today. Bet you couldn’t tell.

Dear Dove,

Why are you such a big, fat liar? I appreciate all of your wonderful advertisements starring normal women. It’ s a great marketing ploy, getting consumers to buy your products by featuring and empowering all sizes, looks, shapes and races that we can relate to. Really, it’s great. Especially in a world where the 100-pound anorexic automatically gets a full modeling contract and where so-called “celebrities” seem to make more money for each rib they show in their bikinis.

But it doesn’t matter how good your ads make me feel about my cellulite if your products don’t work. And it makes me very pissy when you show examples of the product working on TV which can never be recreated in real life.

Your fancy deoderant is hailed for not only keeping my underarms looking fabulous (because that’s where my husbands looking when he’s hot and heavy, my pits), but also for keeping them dry. You additionally claim this wonder-product won’t show yucky white spots on my dark-colored clothes. In fact, it’s called Dove Invisible Solid. “100% Little Black Dress Approved,” you say.

Bullshit, I say.

Not only does your crappy deoderant NOT keep me dry, in fact, it’s stained several shirts with nasty sweat marks! Shirts that I liked, maybe even loved! In addition, I have NEVER put your product on without getting it all over my dark shirts. On your commercials, you dare women to flip their shirts inside out to prove your deoderant doesn’t cause white marks. Are these women even wearing deoderant? Because every time I take off my shirt at the end of the day it’s covered in nasty, white, powdery smelling gunk!

I have officially switched products and will never use your product again. Too many embarrassing, sweaty meetings and outdoor activites and shirts lost forever for me to forgive you. But thanks for the ego boost with those commercials. That’s still pretty nice.

Sincerely,
Megan

Sometimes Mothers Can Do No Right

“On Tuesday morning, just hours after Lindsay Lohan was arrested on charges of driving with a suspended license, driving under the influence and felony cocaine possession, the typically vituperative posts (also, typically, grammatically challenged and typo-ridden) showed up on celebrity gossip Web sites like TMZ and Us Weekly.

Dina Lohan, Lindsay’s mother, was their target — not her father, who has served time in prison, battled his own addictions and was mostly absent during Lindsay’s childhood. While some people may point fingers at him for her problems, most bloggers and celebrity-gawkers see him as a lost cause, and put the onus on her mother.

Indeed, though statistics show that fathers are now more involved than ever in their children’s lives, the perception remains that mothers are ultimately responsible for their children’s behavior. Not to mention that experts say that since the 1980s, expectations of what a so-called “good mother” should do have grown.”

To read more of this article, click here (via NY Times).

Overheard at My House

“I can’t clean off the high chair, there are too many dishes in the sink and I can’t get it under the faucet. What do you want me to do?!”

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