How Not To Leave a Comment Part 2

Filed under Advice, Blogging, Dumb Shit I Do by on August 23, 2010 at 8:58 am {37 comments}

Last week Kathy, from the Junk Drawer, got all kinds of media attention for her post about the loud Sun Chips bag. She made a video, months ago, about the bag and posted it on her site and YouTube.  After a little self promotion the story was picked up by The Wall Street Journal, CNN and The Today Show.  All the links are in the article on Tribal Blogs Kathy wrote today so I am not going to link to them here.

Being the smart woman she is, Kathy decided to strike while the iron was hot and submitted her story to The Daily Show with Jon Stewart. She told a few people and asked if we could support her efforts by commenting on her submission to The Daily Show.

I was stoked to find that I was the first one over there to leave a comment.

Kathy should have asked me to wait until some other people had left comments.

I pulled a Tuscan/Tucson on Kathy and spelled Jon Stewart wrong. I spelled it John Stewert.

Thankfully I learned from my mistake over at Nannygoatsinpanties and found the edit button right away and fixed it before anyone noticed.

However, I didn’t notice the mistake until after sending an email to Kathy with a quote of what I said.

This is what I wrote:

“I would love to see The Bag Lady interviewed by John Stewert. She doesn’t just know about Sun Chip bags she also has a bag stuck in a tree which she named, blogs about and throws birthday parties. This bag lady knows her bags.”

I can’t believe I spelled his name wrong! Fuck. Kathy I am so sorry.

Followed by:

Ha! There was an edit button. All is not lost.

Kathy responded with this:

You are so awesome. Thanks for that!!! They don’t seem to get a lot of comments there, so that’s gotta help. I wouldn’t know how to spell his name right either.

Kathy doesn’t show it but I know I have just given her a heart attack. I had only noticed that I spelled Stewart incorrectly, I hadn’t noticed that I also spelled Jon wrong. I couldn’t let it go, I had to comment on it.

OMFG I spelled Jon wrong too. I spelled it John. I fixed it but now it’s like the post at Margaret’s all over again. I feel like I must explain myself, make excuses for my inability to spell properly and I don’t have any excuses, both kids are out of the house (though one of Alex’s friends is still here). I could use the fire in the microwave but then I would have to explain that and we’d be here all night.

To which Kathy responded:

Oh you’re cracking me the hell up. Yes, it is like Margaret all over again. LMAO. Stop it!

So, before you go leaving comments all over the internet for your friend whom you are trying to help, make sure you proofread.


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What Women Want

Filed under Advice by on May 12, 2010 at 10:55 am {112 comments}

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What do women want?

Since time began men have been pulling their hair out trying to answer this question. If men could just figure out what women want their lives would be so much easier and peaceful. Unfortunately most men try to find the answer to this question by asking their buddies, usually single buddies. They never go to the source to find the answer to this question. Which is really not surprising given how men are unwilling to ask for directions. So listen up men, because I love you guys, and because I am a giving kind of person, I am here to answer that age old question of what women really want. Thank you.

1. Women want to be treated just like men.

Currently women are making 75.5 cents for every dollar men earn. If we perform the job just as well as men we ought to be paid the same as men. Unless that job involves killing hairy spiders or cleaning out septic tanks, then we’re okay with the whole inequality thing because there is no way we want to kill the spiders and suck out the sludge. We’ll stand there and hold the shovel.

2. Women do not want to be objectified

When you talk to us we would really appreciate it if you would look at our eyes. Unless, of course, we just spent $75 on a really great push up bra, in which case we want you to notice our perky breasts, but only for a few seconds.

3. Women want foreplay

Real foreplay, not a 15 second back rub the minute we sit down after a day of working 10 hours at our 75.5 cent to your dollar job and then helping with homework, cooking, cleaning and all things mom. If you want to get us in the mood then run a load of laundry from start to finish and don’t ask us to praise you for it. Just do it.

4. Women don’t want to be asked stupid questions

Kathy from The Junk Drawer summed this up nicely:

There is no question from my husband I hate more in the world than “Are these dishes clean?”
O. M. F. G. Can’t you just LOOK and SEE if they’re clean????? If there are not chunks of breakfast, lunch or dinner on anything inside, then go ahead and assume they are clean. And while you’re at it, EMPTY IT!

5. Women want to be understood

We really want you to understand what it means when we say fine. It means that no matter what you say we have won the argument and you would be best off apologizing if you want to make the fight go away. We want you to know that there are a few days each month when we are a little crabby, maybe weepy and we NEED chocolate. Stop eating our stash.

It’s pretty simple.

Pay us the same, kill the spiders, do some laundry, stop eating our chocolate.

Oh, and pick up your wet towels and dirty socks.

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Everybody Pees

Filed under Events by on April 29, 2010 at 3:52 pm {58 comments}

That isn’t quite as revolutionary as “Everybody Poops” but still, it is true.

There isn’t anything to be ashamed about when it comes to peeing, except if you call it urinating and then it’s just weird.

The reason I mention the whole pee thing is that the other day I was peeing.

Let me back track for a second. My bathroom is above the water pipes. Duh, I know, seems obvious right? Okay, but the pipes aren’t insulated so if the water is running somewhere else in the house I can hear it in the bathroom.

Not horribly loud but loud enough that if I am peeing I can’t tell when I am finished. The other day, when I was peeing, I sat there an extra five minutes because the sprinkler was on and I didn’t know if the sound was from me or the water running through the pipes. I didn’t even have anything to read.

Who can’t tell when they are finished peeing? Who needs sound cues, or the lack of sound, to know that they have emptied their bladder.

Apparently I do.

This morning I woke up early because I had to pee. I hate when that happens because I only had about 45 minutes before my alarm went off and I had to get up. If I got up to pee it was a sure bet I was not going to be able to get back to sleep for those 43 minutes.

I tried to ignore it and go back to sleep but it wasn’t happening. If your bladder is all “Hey, wake up, you’re going to be sleeping in the wet spot soon”, you need to listen.  So I got up and peed.

But, I didn’t flush. I know, some people think that’s gross but I didn’t want to wake anyone up. The morning is the only time when it is quiet. The phone isn’t ringing yet, I haven’t woken my computer so I don’t see all the emails I need to respond to and it’s just usually the best part of the day.

So after I peed I got up and made myself a cup of coffee which will of course make me need to pee again.

Today is officially Tinkle Thursday (#tinklethursday).  Look for it on Twitter and join in.

A big,  huge Thank You to Kathy from The Junk Drawer, JD from I Do Things, and Margaret from Nanny Goats in Panties. I haven’t laughed so hard that I peed in a long, long time.

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