Yes, cupcakes, with Brain Slugs (Futurama anyone? I used to have time to spend on watching those shows before I had a baby). Not real ones, but still.
Oh hell, I'd still eat these cupcakes even if the slugs were real because brain slugs can't possibly do any more damage than the sleep deprivation due to parenting has done on my gray matter.
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A young Canadian boy from Newfoundland drew a picture that became the 'official policy in Antarctica' for a British research facility in the South Pole after the image becoming popular on the web.
This right here is an excellent example of the positive power of internet.
The boy, who is in grade two, and autistic, drew a picture after witnessing an adult clearing away an inflatable penguin with a swift kick to it's inflatable snowballs.
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In my opinion, remakes of popular movies usually suck. I mean, why try to perfect or modernize something already successful?
But there are exceptions and the following remake sounds like one, albeit one that I maybe won't be able to take my kid to:
Tim Burton is rumored to be remaking Disney's Sleeping Beauty.
Holy crap, we're headed into the final stretch of 2009. How did that happen?
Anyway, what this means is... this week is all about one thing: 2009 RETROSPECTIVES FOR THE WIN!
Today I'm talking about movies. Movies I rarely get to see in the optimal format -- the big screen -- because no one will babysit my kid. Or more accurately, I can't afford to pay someone competent to watch my kid AND buy tickets to see a movie at the same time. The Red Cross will only pay so much for my blood yo and competent is the key word in that last sentence because I'm "bad" but not that "bad".
Remember that super-awesometastic weaponized turbo-stroller that we featured the other day? That was a little impractical. I mean, you're not really going to take that kind of thing to the playground, unless you live in a post-apocalyptic dystopia ruled by evil aliens wherein the only playgrounds are littered with grenades and populated by mini-robot-bullies who, let's face it, don't respond to polite reminders to be gentle with their weak human playmates. In that case, sure, you need a stroller with machine-gun capacity. But otherwise, I think that you could make do with this one:
Why is it that when I'm out shopping - or, to be more accurate, shopping online - for gifts for other people I end up finding a thousand cool things for myself?
Stuff that I look at and go, OMG that is so totally me but must resist purchasing because, hello, I'm shopping for other people. The holidays are about giving, right?
Well, I wish that someone would give me this:
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Was there a room or a piece of furniture or an objet d'art in your home growing up that all children were forbidden to even touch without adult blessing and this rule was enforced using threats worse than reform school?
One of my friends had a living room so sacred and so totally not kid-friendly that if we even glanced towards the room that was lined with pristine, white long-hair shag carpet, featuring a white baby grand that showcased a mirrored fireplace, we got the death stare from his parents.
Confession: I'm incredibly disorganized at the holidays, specifically the ones that hit in December. At this point my Christmas and Festivus cards aren't sent (or even purchased), gifts -- even for those who live far away and require one month mailing windows -- haven't been selected, oh hell, I don't even know who I'm buying for this year. CRAP, I suck at this stuff.
Hats off to those who do it all: cards, cookies, home-made gifts that don't suck, personalized wrapping paper, organizing and costuming the local neighbourhood production of Handel's Messiah right down to wrangling the donkey. I don't hate you, I just don't understand you but still, to you I give a hearty round of applause from my couch.
My daughter is obsessed with my tattoo. It's kinda cute how she tries to wash it off my back when we share a bubble bath. It's like she's channeling her grandmother (my mom). I can almost hear the clucking tongue of disapproval.
Anyhow, my daughter doesn't really disapprove of my tattoo (sorry mom), she thinks it's cool and can't wait until she can get one (again: sorry mom).
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Have you ever been burned by a sanctimommy in play group, library, or anywhere that that attracts the particularly vicious alpha variety of mom?
Have you ever received the continuous, harsh stink-eye or had totally passive-aggressive comments directed at you by strangers in customs, airports, passport offices, medical facility, line-up, or [fill in any place that has long waiting periods that make pretty much everyone -- including your kid(s) -- cranky]?
