Can’t sleep. Too much caffeine. I will never learn. Or maybe I will, to the pleasant surprise of me. Isn’t it amazing, that day when you can finally stop ripping wiper blades off of people’s cars?
No? Haven’t gotten there yet? Well, back to self-abuse with nasal spray.
Is this for real? I don’t usually call this stuff out, because 1. I don’t usually care and 2. glass houses and all, but this caught my attention. The goofy syntax/grammar, the stagy outrage and maudlinity. I guess I have my radar up to fake and parody blogs since there was that spate of parody blogs last winter.
Okay, you twisted my arm. I’ll summarize. A woman decides that she will not buy her daughter an American Girl doll, but will instead buy a doll from Target that is $30, which is let’s say, 76/48ths of the cost. That was fun saying that, wasn’t it? Did you remember to carry the three???
Anyway, she then takes the Target dolly into the American Girl Place Styling Salon (yes, there is a salon for dolly hair) and expects to have the dolly styled, and is outraged when it refused service. No generics allowed!
Do people really take their store brand dollies into the American Girl Store and try to get their hair styled? Because there’s quicker ways to make your kid cry, and it’s called “serving them ice cream and then knocking the bowl out of their hands into the dirt.” And you can do that at home, no witnesses.
Anyway, when I’m not bogged down in auctionmatown, I am reading this. It’s all about El Buddha. I am only on book two, where he gets all surly youth stylee and freaks out some Brahmans. Which led me to my dumb question of the day. Supposedly the Buddha thought that all people were equal, because everyone suffered and died in the end. It made we wonder how the caste system held on so strongly in India, home of the Whopper. Buddha.
And all of this is making me think, when parents get themselves all horked up into a big bunch about brands, and labels, and status, and how they want to teach their kids to be above all that, I say, “why?” My kids may still just be budding capitalists, but they don’t care about how much things cost. If they like it, they will play with it or wear it. If they don’t, they won’t. It makes me think that, gee, maybe parents are the ones who are so concerned about status.
And you know what? Sometimes you do get what you pay for. For every corny homily I hear that ends, “And Roo-Roo Bear only had one eye and we found him on the side of the road but he was the bestest bear that ever beared,” I see the evidence around me, and it’s telling me it’s worth it to pay more for quality things sometimes.
Oh, and that Target dolly’s just fugly (left). Poor kid. It looks like the distant cousin of an American Girl doll who got forgotten about in the oven for a while. Sorry. Pwned.
In Other News
Tonight I got my hair did. I did my roots and covered my pink hair up with Devilish, because lo, summer approacheth, and summer means red. The senorita perpetrated Baby’s First Blowout, and I have to say I’m currently a fetching cross between Lorelei Gilmore and The Little Mermaid. I didn’t know my hair could be straight. But you could fill books with what I don’t know.
The ritual handling of the pineapple by the birthday child minutes before it is messily disemboweled.
pineapple upside down cake! holy 70s goodness, batman! i’ve never had it with real pineapple, we just had Home Brand Sliced Pineapple in the can :) Yours looks bloody beautiful!
And your hair…. sultry as hell!
i cannae believe the strudel is two already. where does the time go, etc etc. Happy birthdaaaaay!
From what I understand, in India they take the bit about reincarnation very very seriously. If you are a Brahmin, you were really good in a past life, and if you’re a Dalit, well, you were probably a baby raper. Either way, they figure people get the lives they deserve, so ergo, the caste system is shit-tight.
Yes! Pineapple upside down cake. It is CRAZY good with fresh sliced and a good scratch base.
You crack me up. “Knocking it out of their hands and into the dirt,” indeed.
I freely admit that I am mean at heart, and this image made me laugh.
Also, when I can finally get free of this pieceashit office job, I am going to have my hairs did in red. So I can be like YOU!
(Well, that’s not the actual reason, but you gave me the idea. Your hair is badass.)
Holy cats! Did you donate ANY dna to that child? She’s the spitting image of her Daddy! too, too cute. Have fun at your auction tomorrow, the blow out will keep if you don’t get all sweaty working out.
“It looks like the distant cousin of an American Girl doll who got forgotten about in the oven for a while.”
Ouch woman you hurt me. I just did yoga for the first time in a year yesterday.
I loves me some melted dolly.
Love you with the candle hack.
Happy Birthday, Strudel!!!
The cake looks crazy delicious, as do you with your sultry new ‘do.
Your improper fraction compels to inquire as to whether you might be in need of some math tutoring. My rates are very reasonable, and I accept pineapple upside-down cake as payment.
I’m just saying.
british. maybe the blogger is british that is. i never could get british humor probably because it isn’t funny. hopefully she has a following who find her self deprication witty.
gawd…
ooh and hot hair btw. i was blown away. you look like you could save the world with that hair.
Your hair looks great, the cake looks tasty and the kids are always adorable! Happy Birthday Strudel De Doodle!
Oh wow I can’t believe two years has passed already! She looks huge! Happy Birthday Strudel!
Your hair looks so awesome; you are my wild colored hair inspiration if I ever have the guts to do something crazy to my hair.
That pineapple upside down cake look yummy.
Cool, Buddha comi..ahem.. graphic novels. Have you read Siddhartha? It’s a good read, and very fast. I recommend it highly.
I love the Birth-tea candles.
YEH, we ghetto.
It’s not getto, it’s great. I hate gettin’ wax in my cake.