First and foremost, we have a winner of the gift card from Snapgifts.com - the winner was Sarastani! Sarastani, I have emailed you the code to the email provided in your profile, please let me know if you did not get it.
Yesterday, my mom gave me grief that I had not updated my blog. As I was sitting on her couch. After having spent the entire day with her. I tried to convince her that my vast, far-reaching legions of devoted readers would give their eye teeth (wisdom teeth? appendix?) to be subjected to the excruciating banalities that comprise my life. The very same inane details my mom gets to hear on nearly a daily basis. How lucky is she??
However, my mom remained unconvinced.
And so, here I am.
Attempting to think of something interesting to talk about that my mom may not have already heard yesterday. As I was sitting on her couch. After having spent the entire day with her.
Folks, even the crickets are bored at this point.
And sadly, my mom is not on Facebook so she could not even enjoy the lovely roundtable of comments that were generated by a brief throwaway Tweet my sweaty, hyper-ventilating self furiously tapped out today while doing the rounds on the elliptical machine at the gym.
Apparently, joshing around about Sarah Palin gets the fires a glowin' because my Facebook wall is burnt to a fucking crisp, sans the apple.
And really, that Tweet was a direct, passive-aggressive result of the fact that I am so very sad that I do not get to throw around the word "BeelzeBush" in casual conversation any longer (BeelzeBush! BeelzeBush!) Obviously, Sarah Palin is a natural go-to for pathetic, puerile pundits such as myself.
I love, LOVE watching Palin.
Holy crap. I wish I could generate that sort of conversation on my blog (seriously, if you are my Facebook friend, get theeself to my Wall and read the comments - there is some Good Stuff there. None of which I have the brains enough to cognate. Am duly ashamed. Will make myself a cone of shame. Will sit in a corner. Satisfied now?)
Oh, where was I??
Ah, yes. Mom. I did not forget about you. Here is the video I promised:
Arun the Bakugan
Ignore the dirty carpet or the fact that I actively urge my child into such antics (and yes, the complimentary Silly Dance is something I regularly encourage simply because it MAKES ME LAUGH.)
A bakugan, for those uninititated into this particular phenomenon, is a series of ball-like things that have a button you push so that the ball springs into action with arms and a face. Or something like that. We bought a series of the toys from McDonald's (Total Sidenote: Did you know that you can get toys from McDonald's without purchasing the stupid Happy Meal that is loaded with WAY too much food for ONE child. Like, seriously - who wonders why we have a childhood obseity problem when a Happy Meal meant for a CHILD can feed a small country???? Anyway, the toys are only $1 when purchased separately and are totally worth it. We zip through the drive-thru and just get the toy. Why bother with the food?? The toys are high-quality (usually) and are a steal for $1. Although, sometimes, sometimes! we get a cheeseburger. Or ice cream. Sometimes.)
My mom laughs at me and says that I had the children so that they would entertain me.
Um, hello? Am I the only parent who views her children as mere court jesters? Besides, my boy is not gunning for any sort of sports jock position and I consider it my personal responsibilty as his mother to finetune his skills in comedy in hopes of his attaining the coveted crown of Class Clown.