Thursday, November 5, 2009
“Sure honey.” He smiles widely and claps his hands.
“I can print as many pages as I want? Cool! All I need is some scissors and one dollar bill. Can the printer print on both sides?”
“No just one.”
“Okay, then I’ll need some tape. I’m gonna be rich!”
“You’re big idea is to make your own money?” I ask without laughing.
“Yes! I can’t believe that no one has ever thought of this. It will be so easy! I can print like a hundred dollars!” He says and cackles.
“Um, sweety. Lots of guys have thought of it before. Making your own money is called counterfeiting and it is illegal, that’s why they are all in jail now.” His smile fades and he crosses his arms.
“I knew it was too good to be true. I’ll have to figure out a new way to be rich.”
If my son ever used his creative mind for good, he could seriously change the world. I am so crazy about that little nut.
Okay so she can’t write. But she does yell out, “Momma, I want that.” Every time that there is a toy commercial on. Any toy, baby dolls, race cars, video games, motor bikes, laptops, ipods, dog food, whatever the TV is trying to sell her she is buying it. Rather she is demanding that I buy it. I understand that she doesn’t even know what half of these toys even are. But since her favorite cartoon station has become the Children’s Home Shopping Network the poor thing can’t resist.
Thank goodness that I can. I know that my daughter is expecting a Santa to drive a moving truck filled with toys down our driveway on Christmas morning. Hopefully she and Dylan will survive the modest amount of presents that I am planning to put under the Christmas tree. Until that special day arrives I’ll have to fight one commercial at a time. Only 157000, commercials left until Christmas.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Who knows maybe I never fully recovered from turning 40 in the end of September? Maybe the instability of my husband’s work situation has finally worn me down? Maybe the cancelation of our extended cable package has done more harm than I ever thought possible? The loss of my beloved crap channels like VH1, MTV and Bravo have distressed me more than I can bear. Obviously I cannot be happy without the outlandishly wicked Atlanta Housewives, the brazen Rachel Zoe, the deliciously wretched dating shows, or that absurdly hilarious freak show knows as “Celebreality”.
How can I enjoy my life and truly be happy without my own ridiculous and flagrantly dysfunctional vice. Some people go to the gym to relax and rejuvenate themselves; I watch late night crap TV? What? The shows are ridiculous and flagrantly improper in every way, but watching them makes me happy, laugh out loud happy. Maybe this is the root of this funk?
That’s it. I am throwing away the Halloween candy and going down to the cable company tomorrow and getting my cable box and my smile back.