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Mar15The TeXt Files
Tonya

With Texting, Twitter, and Facebook so essential to our daily lives, it’s hard not to wonder what will become of the English language of today. Certainly, the lexicon I use at present is very different from that used by my teenage self. (I’d like to say there’s less cynicism and reference to Nine Inch Nails Songs but, alas, I do not think this is the case. Also, does anyone drink Funky Cold Medina anymore?)

I don’t know about you but I’m starting to think all of my thoughts in 140 characters or less. This is very apparent as my toddler screams the word “winner” and I immediately confiscate all his dinosaur stuff and search for traces of cocaine or porn. I realize it’s my job as his mom to help him navigate the quagmire of expression. (Sorry, kid, as per last week’s post, you may as well know that your vocab is going to be a majority of swear words; they will be used as everything from adjectives and adverbs to nouns and verbs.)

I was thinking about this as I read Robert Lane Green’s recent article in The New York Times. He writes that language has been devolving, well, frankly, since it began. For example, even Cicero bemoaned its fate in the first century B.C. I’m going to assume, however, that Cicero wasn’t dealing with LOL and OMG. Or was he? It’s quite possible that Julius Caesar was all “ETB Dude!” Instead of saying “Et Tu Brute” all out in a complete sentence, thus allowing him to put more emphasis on the “Dude” (pronounced Dahuuuuuude – a la Spicoli) and its holy-shit-I-totally-can’t-believe-this-is-happening-to-me-right-now-you-fuckers-totally-suck impact.

Mr. Green goes on to say that, while we may be misusing words and punctuation as originally intended (He is totally not talking about me, I only use the Queen’s English. By the way, Queen Elizabeth has quite the filthy mouth. Seriously, she’s worse than Denis Leary.) the thought of 310 million people writing on a daily basis would not have even been believable a century ago. This is amazing! And, really, I hadn’t thought of it that way!

This also made me realize that I’m always over-typing. (Caesar was right, dudes, we should abbreviate!) This will not only help me get the point across much faster but, in addition, cut down on my risk for arthritis.  Win? Win. So I’ve decided to make a list of abridgements for my common thoughts:

MHSLA:   My house smells like ass

TSOMW: There’s shit on my walls

SWMP…AOTDA: Still wearing my pajamas…as of three days ago

SIO: Showering is overrated

CFDA: Cookies for dinner again

SIGTD: Spouse is going to die (implied: he ate my cookies)

HASMP: Has anyone seen my phone?

MPIITT: My phone is in the toilet

CMMDLCA: Changed my mind, don’t like children after all

KFS: Kid for sale

SIPU: Seriously, I pay you.

Have I forgotten any?

 
Mar10Botox Cures Mental Illness, Or It Might Encourage It, Really, It’s Hard To Tell…#stillwinning
Tonya

Recently, I read some current research floating through the etherspace that suggests Botox may be helpful for depression and anger issues! Apparently, it’s the immobilization of the facial muscles, which are used to frown, that stunts the negative emotional response or maybe it’s the cow poison in your blood that gets you so high you forget to be upset, I don’t know, I can’t remember everything. Jesus! The things you people expect from me.  Anyway, moving on, let me get this straight: not only will it make my eyes and forehead look like a shiny new baby’s bottom but it may also make me a much happier person??? Frankly, I’m just amazed my husband hasn’t ruffied me, stuffed me into the car, and dropped me off in front of some plastic surgery clinic or a guy with a garage and a needle hook-up. I’m not too sure he’d do much research but, at least, he would pin a note and a check to my nightgown. And, in case you’re wondering, the note would read:

Dear Dr.,

Please give me Botox. Lots of it! For the love of all things on this earth, my husband needs a damn break!!! Make the check out for whatever amount you want. It’s totally worth it! And only return me once the Botox has taken full effect.

Thank you.

But so far he hasn’t, this leads me assume he’s either clueless to this new research or lazy. I’ll probably go with the latter only because I’m pretty sure there was a new episode of Law & Order SVU on last night and he has a thing for Mariska Hargitay.

So, I’ve decided that before I wake up with a hideous headache, being a poked head-to-toe by Mickey Rourke and his enormous supply of Mexican Moo-tox, I should make a pro/con list.

Pros:  Mommy SHOULD get Botox:

1.  Recent research shows it may be able to reduce anger and depression thus making it possible to avoid those anger management classes recently ordered by judge.

2.  Erase all facial lines that appeared with husband’s inability to ever find wipes or diapers!

3.  Toddler will finally tire of I-am-hiding-but-you-think-something-horrible-has-happened-to-me game because Mommy will no longer look surprised and freaked out.

4.  Will finally be able to make it through a PTA meeting. May even make friends?

5.  Can make extra income playing poker (but not strip poker…no one wants to see that).

6.  May finally be able to stop cursing and thus having to have meetings with preschool teacher about what child repeated during Circle Time.

7.     Possible application to Real Housewives series?

Cons:  Mommy should NOT get Botox

1. When mad at spouse will have to resort to throwing items at his head to get anger across. Police will be called.

2.  Bully at playground won’t respond to facial expression of mild amusement so will have to whisper quietly “I know where you and your family live, you little bastard.” Police will be called.

3.  Lip-syncing to any Eminem or DMX would no longer be possible.

4.  Unable to ride NYC subway system since no longer capable of anger necessary to get on and off and to acquire a seat. Will have to carry a sword instead. Police will be called.

5.  Would spend time knitting instead of writing vitriolic blog posts thus no longer having a career since poorly made, easily unraveled scarves don’t seem to have a market. Yet…

6.  Could no longer keep upstairs neighbors from making too much noise since ruling by fear would no longer be possible. Would have to buy a gun. Police will be called.

7.  Couch will become launching pad/trampoline since “Mom Stare” will no longer be possible and able to force tushy onto chair with one glance!

8.  Will be unable to use curse words with any meaning or emphasis thus cutting off half of usable vocabulary.

9.  Putting Botox into a hypochondriac could result in constant visits and calls to doctor. Going so far as to follow him and wait outside his house in the fear that some crazy side effect may take hold. Police will be called.

I guess, if my math skillz are still in full effect, I’d have to say that the world is slightly safer with me NOT having Botox…for now…

 
Mar3My Hero. I Don’t Know Her Name But We Are Soul Mates.
Tonya

You know how in elementary school, at least once a year, you had to write a paper or make a collage or stand up and give a talk about who your hero was and why. I can’t remember the lucky bunch of folks I picked back then (not to date myself but I’m pretty sure one of them was from BJ and The Bear?). Anyhoo…these days it’s rare for me to contemplate heroes, that is, until today. I want to meet this woman.

She gets me.

On another note, ad hoc MOM has been nominated as a top blog for parenting advice…hey, stop laughing…I can hear you laughing…we give advice, sometimes, well maybe not ‘good’ advice, per se, but certainly ‘how not-to’ advice. So have a heart and be my other hero and click this link to vote for us at Circle of Moms. Thanks! Or you can click on the badge in the upper left hand side.  Or if you’re in Australia, it might be on the right. I don’t really know. Rock the vote!

 
Feb22Fanny or Face Fridays and Other Fine Holidays
Tonya

Yesterday was President’s Day, which got me to thinking: what the hell is President’s Day anyway? A day off, I guess. But then school is also closed and alternate side parking is still in effect. So really, it’s more of a pain-in-the-ass day; one that used to be great but now it’s just a pseudo-vacation that makes you feel bad about yourself because you plan to do things like clean out the closet or reorganize the pantry or paint the kitchen and instead end up trying to keep the kid from jumping off his chest of drawers into a pile of his dirty clothes breaking his leg, or keeping the kid from jumping from the top stair down to the bottom stair, also breaking one of his legs, while, periodically, reminding yourself to move the damn car but then, 2 seconds later, totally forgetting again, thus paying $45 for a shitty Monday parking spot.

I suppose the day is meant to celebrate ‘presidents’ but how exactly am I supposed to do this? Do I send Obama a bouquet? Or does he like chocolates? This is a lot of pressure to get something for the guy who runs everything! Maybe a strip-o-gram? No wait, I’m getting him confused with Charlie Sheen. Also, is this just for the previous and current heads of our country or do we also take a moment to remember the president of the hair club for men, the president of the Motion Picture Association, and the president of the PTA? If this is the case, I should probably rethink my strategy of wearing a foil hat and screaming at my hand during meetings so that I never get chosen to be on the PTA, I mean, think of the power! A whole day dedicated to ME!

While I imagine the great and wonderful things I would do if I had a national day dedicated to me, have a gander at a few holidays I’ve decided to petition Congress to institute:

Aches Awareness:

I didn’t give this a ‘week’ or a ‘month’ since, really, every day at our house is Aches Awareness day and, also, Put A Heating Pad On It day and, even, Take A Damn Valium And Shut The Hell Up day.

Grandparent Appreciation Month:

In this day and age Grandma and Grandpa just don’t get the attention they deserve. I suggest dropping off the kids at their house for a month of together time! Sure, it will be difficult to fill all those empty hours usually taken up by making food, negotiating bed time, diapering, setting the ‘Time Out’ timer….but I think it’s important that we think of the old folks. They need love too. And what better way to say “I Love You” then sharing the joys of your most precious possessions.

Fanny or Face Fridays:

Taking that Catherine Deneuve quote to a national level! Making it so that we can all devour numerous packages of twinkies as the week moves into the weekend, knowing that we are firmly choosing to have beautiful faces and larger fannies! And really this is a public service since we don’t want to be a nation of uggos with tiny hinys! This will cut down on any necessary plastic surgery and, also, on the possibility of becoming zombies like SJP or Taylor from RHOBH or a man like the Material Girl.

NOMNOMNOMNOMNOM…BRAINS…..NOMNOMNOM….

 
Feb17Juicing With Gwyneth
Tonya

All this talk (ok, MY talk and thoughts and dreams and…) of cake has made me start to question (feel guilty about) my recent food choices. I was reading US Weekly the other day (after a healthy dose of Descartes and Nietzsche, of course) and they profiled this juice cleanse by Avenue Organics that actually looks pretty healthy.  As a previous personal trainer, my traditional view of cleanses has been one of disdain and even, disapproval. But, now, as a lay person (by lay person I mean someone – like me – who lays on the couch and consumes large amounts of bread and sugar) I have decided that it might be worth a try. Also, the Jersey Shore guys seem to be doing pretty well and they juice too, right?

Sadly, aside from the amazing ingredients, the delivery option, and the varied choices, there are still 2 major snags:

  1. Gwyneth Paltrow is listed as one of its advocates, this makes me think they might have questionable standards.
  2. Comes with a bit of a price tag: $500 for 5 days! I’m pretty sure I could get a bunch of llamas to lick off the cellulite at that price point!

That being said it’s still quite tempting. I have a credit card and, hell, even ol’ Gwynie looks good even if she’s delusional and pompous (I’m going to assume it wasn’t their product that made her that way). Their program is organic, chock full of vital nutrients, and, most likely the best and simplest way to get off the sugar. Definitely way easier than marrying Tom Cruise, and no longer consuming food (Hey Katie, can I get What! What!) If I was a single gal and didn’t have a kid and a husband who also, annoyingly, have to eat I probably would invest in this.

Alas, I have to think of conserving money for “important” stuff like diapers, healthy food me and my toddler won’t even look at, and periodically, the $500 great-deal-too-awesome-to-pass-up shoes Gwenyth writes about on her blog! So, maybe I’ll invest in a juicer instead and try to make my own meal plan? Or, even better, I have a hammer and some anger issues.

Disclaimer: Can you believe it? I wasn’t paid or given any product for this awesome endorsement, by Gwyneth Paltrow or Avenue Organics.

 
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