The Catfish Show, September FotM

I make a guest appearance on the Catfish Show!

Have a listen at:

http://www.podtrac.com/pts/redirect.mp3?http://www.catfishshow.com/casts/CAT-2006-10-02.mp3

Or just go to www.catfishshow.com, show number 112. Don't add the word "the" or you end up at some NASCAR blog!

I think this counts towards my 15 minutes of fame.

Dumb things I've done that I blame on my children..

The discussion on TBP podcast blog has turned to the dumb things we do because our children have drained all of our brain power. http://danklass.com/pill/?p=326#comment-2851

In addition to leaving cash in the ATM machine...

There was was the time I drove 55 in a 35 zone right past the nice police officer... Baby boy was strapped in the back, and I was fighting VERY hard to stay awake, because Baby boy had kept me up all night for the past couple of nights. (An extremely scary feeling, by the way) I wanted nothing more than to pull over and just sleep for a while, but I was trying to get home before the school bus dropped off Daughter and the clock was ticking. So I was in a blurring cloud when I zipped by. The deputy asked what was up and I couldn't think, so I just told the truth. "This little guy's been has been keeping me up and I'm fighting to stay awake."

"Normally I start writing tickets when someone's driving 12 miles per hour above the limit." I waited, knowing that I deserved this ticket. And he let me off with a warning and told me to go get some sleep! Wow, what luck!

Recently, I was rifling through the fridge to get something in the back. I pulled out the orange juice and handed it to my now toddler son so I could manuever stuff around. "Here, hold this." A pause and then a very bright, appreciative "THANK YOU!" from my boy.

Uh oh. What was I thinking? And he was so happy too. Mommy had given him a full carton of OJ to play with! He quickly unscrewed the cap and sat down to play with his new toy. Oh boy, Mom is the best! I scrambled quickly and wrestled it away from him (He's VERY strong.) Big tears! "Mine, mine" he sobbed. I felt cruel and moronic all at the same time.

I've also put away my credit card and left behind the object I've just purchased. I've lost objects that I know I had in my hand not less than a minute ago. I've had detailed conversations with my husband and the next day could not recall the discussion. I've put the milk in the freezer and the ice cream in the fridge. I never did these things before I had kids and I prefer to blame them than to think I have early onset dementia. It's easier.

Love is like a Concert T

I clutter up the Hollywood Podcast blog with my blathering.

I'm a Spacecow, Boy! I bet you weren't ready for that.

Ok, I made this weird Freudian slip in my recent post to the Cush: TIS podcast blog...

Too much B&J, perhaps...

http://www.cushrocks.com/tis/?p=53

Advice for Birthday Blues

My favorite podcaster, Cush, of Things I Say fame (www.cushrocks.com/tis), was talking about his approaching birthday and bemoaning getting older.

I pointed him to Lance Anderson's Verge of the Fringe, episode #30, http://www.lanceanderson.com/verge/VF2005_10_11.mp3
If you've got the "I'm gettin' older" birthday blues, I urge you to go have a listen.

Working Mom

I'm inventing a new TLA today. It's GEM. I am a GEM. AKA a gainfully employed mother. This is the opposite of a SAHM. Since calling me a working mother doesn't differentiate (all mothers are working mothers, right? Except those really rich ones who aren't gainfully employed but still have a full time nanny to help out... but I digress.)

SAHMs say I don't know what it's like, but I do, since I am a SAHM every evening and weekend. And I have to squeeze in all the stuff that the SAHM can spread throughout the week in that weekend. But hey, being a GEM, at least I can afford to pay the bills.

B.