April 19, 2010

The Vintage Frock

My mom passed away from breast cancer when I was in high school so, by default, I inherited the Mother of the Bride role in my siblings' weddings. Next month, my sister Amy is getting married. I've already told her that if I'm going to be the MOB, then I'm going to be a hot one.

"That's entirely unnecessary," she told me.

As I have discovered, finding an appropriate dress for the occasion is not the problem; finding one that meets all of my criteria, however, is. The dress I'm looking for must be skin tight, have sleeves, fall past the knee, and be machine washable. It also must cost less than $30.

"I need to approve anything that you buy," my sister informed me over the phone.

Truth be told, if my sister had it her way, I would not buy a dress at all for her wedding. In an email I received last week, Amy suggested that I instead purchase a "vintage frock."

"Everybody else is doing it," she said, referring to the rest of the wedding party.

"That doesn't make it right," I hissed back. I then felt compelled to remind her that the same group of people watch foreign films on purpose and sometimes forget to shave their armpits.

"Besides," I said, "Wearing another person's clothes kind of creeps me out."

This isn't true, but it served the desired purpose of sending my conservationist sister over the edge.

To prove that my fears are totally unfounded, Amy sent me a photo of a dress currently listed on E-Bay.

"What's wrong with this one?" she asked indignantly.


I rest my case.

April 18, 2010

Sillybandz Word Problem

You have 12 sillybandz. Right away, you snap one of them in half. You accidentally flick another one at your sister and she snatches it and refuses to give it back. You lose yet another at the grocery store. You give three to your friends at school. Two more get confiscated when your mom catches them in your mouth.

Q: How many sillybandz do you have left?


I have one child who is having extreme difficulty accepting that that number is less than 12.

April 17, 2010

Turn off the Screen Week!


Yesterday, my kids brought home this piece of paper from school:



In unrelated news, this morning our school district's teacher's union announced that they will be going on strike next week. School will be canceled for up to five days.

April 14, 2010

Alvin and Friends

Many moons ago, before I had children and freely judged those who did, I vowed that no child of mine would own a portable electronic device until he/she entered high school. Exceptions would be made for children who won the National Spelling Bee or showed exceptional promise in an obscure sport such as archery or badminton.

"There is no reason why a seven-year-old needs an ipod," I have been quoted as saying more than once.

Experience has proven me wrong.


A trio of singing chipmunks will break anybody.

April 13, 2010

The Breakfast Meat Mixer

While I rarely get invited to real life parties, I do receive more than my fair share of invitations to blogger media events. Up until recently, I have always politely declined offers to attend product launch parties and the like on the grounds that such events require two things that I don't have: 1) interest in new products 2) interest in meeting new people.

I have to admit, however, that one invitation that I recently received lingered a little longer in my inbox than normal: a party to be thrown in honor of a new line of microwavable sausages.

The 'Breakfast Meat Mixer' was to be held in a hotel ballroom in the city.

"Don't do it," my husband begged.

"You have to go!" screeched my sister who lives in Iowa.

The promise of a raffle drawing and a free pound of bacon sealed the deal.

The Breakfast Meat Mixer was attended by 15 bloggers (including myself) who live in the mid-Atlantic region. During introductions, I was inspired by how far some women drove to sample sausage: one blogger was from Trenton, New Jersey; another lived in Delaware.

Along one side of the room was a buffet table filled with hearty delicacies: a tower of sausage links, a plate of pigs in a blanket, an unsightly amount of ham. I piled my plate high and sat down at one of the tables.

The blogger sitting to my left filled a napkin with sausage and put it into her purse. The woman to my right was too busy tweeting about the contents of her plate to notice.

While we were eating dinner, we were treated to a riveting educational video about breakfast meat and its importance to the American family. The film was followed by a rousing motivational speech given by a marketing associate.

"Who likes surprises?" he shouted into the microphone.

The crowd erupted in cheers and wild applause. We all sat on the edge of our seats as the man unveiled a large table covered with Styrofoam coolers.

"Oh! Oh!" gasped the audience. The surprise was nothing that anyone had anticipated. The coolers, as it turned out, were full of meat.

The names of the winners of the packaged meat products were pulled from a hat. The winners descended on their prizes like The Price is Right contestants, shrieking and bouncing and hysterical to the point of tears.

"Yes!" yelled the lucky blogger who won a honey baked ham. She raised it over her head for all to see.

We were all green with envy. To add insult to injury, somehow my name didn't make it into the drawing. At the end, I was the only blogger without a cooler.

Feeling strangely relieved by my good fortune, I crept toward the door and made a stealthy exit. I was almost to the hotel lobby when I heard someone shouting my name from behind. I turned around to find the marketing executive running after me, cooler in hand.

"I found some extra bacon in the back!" he said excitedly.

I thanked him for his generosity and told him that his gesture was really and truly unnecessary.

"You could use it for an upcoming giveaway on your blog," the man suggested.

"I'll get back to you if I'm interested," I said and backed away.

We shook hands and parted ways. As I got into my car, I heard the unmistakable squeal of my bacon being raffled off.