Week in Review

by Marinka on March 13, 2009

On Wednesday, I got an email from my friend Braja telling me that she was leaving for the airport in half an hour. On Friday morning, I came across the terrible news that she was in a horrifying car accident on the way to the airport. From the updates, it appears that her prognosis is positive, although she still has to undergo several surgeries, but her husband has more extensive injuries. I’ve been thinking of Braja all day. How lives can change in an instant. How much people that we’ve never met in the flesh mean to us and how fucking fragile life is. It’s almost unbearable. Well, it is unbearable, but I didn’t want to get all cliche on you. Please do whatever it is you do–pray, send good thoughts, have a martini, watch Rock of Love Bus. The latest update is that it will be six days before Braja is out of the ICU. I suppose it’s too much to ask for the hospital to have WiFi.

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Disclaimer: I never know when to start these weeks. On the one hand, I’m doing the post on Saturday, so I should start it on Friday and take it through Saturday. On the other hand, I’m actually writing the post on Friday, so maybe I should do it from last Thursday to today (Friday?) And yet (I refuse to say “on the third hand” for moral and political reasons. Don’t ask. It’s too painful), who can remember what happened last Thursday? So I’ll start on Sunday:

Sunday: I can’t remember that far back.

Monday: Young ladrinka tells me that he had “a really weird dream”. I feign interest and ask him to tell me about it. “It was that my friend Psycho married his butt.” “That doesn’t make any sense,” I break every parenting rule to raising well-nurtured children. “Yeah,” he tells me, “that’s because it’s a dream.”

Tuesday: I pick up my daughter from school and we go bathing suit shopping. For some reason, the bikinis at Old Navy have padded tops. Yes, children’s bikinis. Because what 10 year old doesn’t need cleavage?

Wednesday: Husbandrinka has a sore throat. Will it develop into strep? I’m on edge of seat. Also on window ledge.

Thursday: Papa stays at home with the kids while they have a piano lesson with a new teacher. “It went well,” he told me. “I think the teacher is, well, the same as your friend Sandy.”
“My friend Sandy? You mean the piano teacher is a dermatologist?” “No,” he says and looks over to where the children are a few feet away from us. “I don’t want to say the word, but I think she is like your friend Sandy. And her friend Molly.” He opens his eyes extra wide and suddenly looks a lot like Ramona on Real Housewives of New York. Oh, I get it. He doesn’t want to say “gay” in front of the children! I’m very tempted to keep feigning ignorance to see if I can actually get him to spell it out more without saying “gay”, like “Your friend Sandy and her friend Molly, and how they perform cunnilingus on each other” because that would super fun. And not just for Sandy and Molly.

Friday: I’m writing this post! What, that’s not enough? You need something else to happen on Friday? Ok, selfish. In response to my post about ruffled shirts,this was emailed to me:

So now, apparently I’m unpatriotic and an enemy of the people. I’ll be preparing for my stay at Gitmo.

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Week in Review

by Marinka on December 14, 2008

Monday:  I get a copy of my college Alum Bulletin and read this from one of my former classmates:  “I’m right where I want to be in life, with a great husband, a relaxing view of the Seine from our living room, and intellectual hobbies.”  Panic that I don’t have any intellectual hobbies, that Husbandrinka isn’t as great as her husband, that I have a relaxing view of where the Twin Towers once stood, reminding me of the worst terrorist act in history on  a daily basis.

Tuesday:  See commercial for Sean John’s “I am King” perfume. Be unable to stop laughing.

Wednesday: Oprah announces that she’s 200 pounds and Kelly Ripa says that all of us can relate to Oprah. I make an emergency appointment to get my hearing checked.

Thursday: Argue with Husbandrinka and insist that Sarah Silverman is not “over the top and ridiculous.” Force him to watch an episode of her show. Unfortunately, it’s the week that she decides to marry her dog.

Friday: Feel queasy.

Saturday: Continue feeling queasy and tell John that I hope it’s not morning sickness because I’m not in the mood to get an abortion. John shocks by saying, “I’m against abortion.” He feels that abortions are unfriendly and also says, “I love life, Marinka. Love it. Love everything about it.”

Sunday: Stomach flu seems to be passing, but please not a word to Husbandrinka, because I am still milking it.

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Laura December 14, 2008 at 9:33 am

Oh oh oh..I just saw Sean John’s new commercial yesterday as well. Uh does P Diddy think that we think that he’s in South Beach or the Hamptons all the time wearing his cologne? The camera was on him the entire time! Haha.

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Kirsten / Mama Ginger Tree December 14, 2008 at 9:34 am

Damn. I don’t have any intellectual hobbies either. Unless you count reading blogs and twittering “intellectual”

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Sophie, Inzaburbs December 14, 2008 at 10:51 am

Oh Marinka, my naive young friend. Obviously no practice at reading between the lines:

“I finally found a husband, which is great because I was getting desperate. He got a posting to Paris, and I sometimes see him on weekends. I thought the City of Lights would be glamorous but I haven’t been able to learn the language or make friends, even with other Americans. So I sit all day in my favorite chair reading or daydreaming, while gazing out over traffic jams and beeping mopeds to the dirty stinky river. Still, it is better than that hole over the fire station where I was living before I met him. “

Unless she is French, in which case the view of the Seine is obtained by sticking her head at a 90 degree angle out the living room window.

Feeling better now?

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Frogs in my formula December 14, 2008 at 10:57 am

Kelly Ripa bites. She really does. Can you send me your stomach bug? A) I need to lose weight and b) I seriously need something to milk.

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Vodka Mom December 14, 2008 at 12:39 pm

She married her DOG??? Oh jesus christ I can’t stop laughing!! You are too much.

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Vodka Mom December 14, 2008 at 12:40 pm

intellectual hobbies? Yeah, my hobbies are watching five year olds stick their hands up their nose, down their pants and in their mouths. yeah. (except that it makes GREAT blog material..)

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wfbdoglover December 14, 2008 at 12:41 pm

I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER ABOUT MYSELF, AFTER READING ABOUT YOUR WEEK.

(lol)

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Vodka Mom December 14, 2008 at 12:41 pm

And ANOTHER thing….I want that damn flu, too. I need a jump start on that diet. Now, get your ass over here and kiss me.

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Rachel December 14, 2008 at 12:52 pm

Glad to hear your stomach bug has passed, with no need for abortion.
LOVE Silverman, but (forgive me, I am but a simple midwesterner)… who is Sean John? Please don’t tell me that this is yet *another* name for Puff Daddy. I was still getting used to calling him P Diddy.

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Comedy Goddess December 14, 2008 at 1:11 pm

What a week! Intellectual hobbies? Is that like people who do algebra for fun? I don’t know anyone like that.

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Pearl December 14, 2008 at 1:57 pm

Oh, I love your writing. 🙂

Enjoyed the re-cap of your week and will be back.

Pearl

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mo.stoneskin December 14, 2008 at 2:18 pm

Does husbandrinka read this blog? Or does he know about it and its frequent mentions of him? 😉

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Ann's Rants December 14, 2008 at 2:40 pm

How the hell do you have time to blog? You need an assistant. OMG-I see your reality show now Assistinka (oops now that came out all wrong).

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Marinka December 14, 2008 at 3:25 pm

Laura–I’m so glad that you saw the commercial too! I was starting to get paranoid and worry that they were airing it just for me!

Kirsten–those are super duper intellectual!

Sophie–I think you’re right and I appreciate your guidance.

Frogs–it’s on the way! You’re welcome.

Vodka moms–spoiler alert! I think the wedding didn’t actually go through. I can’t remember because Husbandrinka’s eye rolling became really loud.

Rachel–yes, it is Puff Daddy. OMG, unless it’s not and I now sound like a huge racist.

Comedy Goddess–I think it’s ok to have intellectual hobbies as long as you don’t (a) call them intellectual hobbies and (b) tell people that you have them. Really, it’s easier to watch daytime TV.

Pearl–thanks!

mo–heavy sigh. He doesn’t read this blog, even though I’ve sent him links and asked him to read it. He does know that he is a frequent topic and that everyone who reads it is completely on my side and is totally against him.

Ann–I love ASSISTINKA! That is so brilliant, I will steal it.

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Swistle December 14, 2008 at 5:43 pm

Unfriendly? HA HA HA HA HA!

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MommyTime December 14, 2008 at 6:26 pm

Oooh-la-la, I hav ze tres intellectual ‘obbiez-uh, as well… ahhh… how you say? zey arrre verry verrry interesant and keep ze mind so verry verry occupied while in ze larj soaking tub zat overlook ze Champs Elysees.

I am sorry ef you do not understand ze accent in ma writing. Efer since I move to Paris, ze accent, she just will not go away.

I do not hav experience with ze stomach flu. She is not necessary in Paris, for, as you know, women in Paris are tres chic all ze time.

I hope your husband begin to talk to you soon, cherie. I am so sorry for you and your pitiful little life.

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MommyTime December 14, 2008 at 6:27 pm

Ooops, forgot to add that I LOVED the blog trade from Friday — all three. Hilarious. Thank you.

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Tooj December 14, 2008 at 7:08 pm

What DO intellectual hobbies look like?? Joining groups that sit around and talk about world events? Or can it be reading trashy books? I fit in one category, not in the other….

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Tooj December 14, 2008 at 7:13 pm

I’m shocked to hear you say that it’s not worth it to stay up late! You of all bloggers, I thought you’d be a good stay-up-all-night partner!!! There goes my fantasy of visiting NYC and partying with you. LOL

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Heather December 14, 2008 at 10:30 pm

Sophie, Inzaburbs beat me to it – I was going to do a read between the lines thing but hers is funnier! Mine was ‘a great husband’ – someone I never see because he’s always at work and I don’t have any friends because I have moved over here and have no one to talk to and the only thing I can order is a baguette! Believe me I’ve moved 10,000 miles away from home and I at least spoke the language – well most of the time.

I love Oprah – she is a woman after my own tummy!

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Kylie w Warszawie December 15, 2008 at 3:19 am

I also had the stomach flu this weekend. Really. I’m not just saying it to be cool.

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Deb December 15, 2008 at 4:40 am

If you were to take up my new found craft of transforming tampons into lovely gifts, you too would have an intellectual hobby. And, if you had been pregnant, you would have had a use for your tampons.

Btw- I hear there is a stomach flu that is going around that lasts for WEEKS. Of course, this means your husband will have to wait on you and feel sorry for you for a long time. I am certain you have it. Certain, I say!

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Z December 15, 2008 at 7:21 am

One, your former classmate is totally lying. Your life is ever so much more fabulous!

And for stomach flus, I prescribe AT LEAST one week of being waited on hand-and-foot. AT LEAST 😉 And hell, I’m 1/2 + 1/2 a doctor, so it’s a real prescription. I can even steal my husband’s prescription pad and write it up for ya, if you want! 🙂

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Kimberly December 15, 2008 at 3:11 pm

What is an intellectual hobby? Does it vibrate?

I’m clueless and unintellectual.

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Temple December 15, 2008 at 7:04 pm

Is watching The Soup an intellectual hobby? If so, I’m cool! Oh, and little Ripa needs to be careful about talking about the “O”…she could be mistaken for a snack! (did I just say that out loud?)

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Smart A$$ Mom December 15, 2008 at 7:13 pm

AGreed 1000% about I Am King. Pshaw hahahah!

And can’t pull my shit together after laughing so hard at ‘not in the mood to get an abortion’.

The funniest I have ever heard.

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the mama bird diaries December 15, 2008 at 7:38 pm

Hope you feel better. 🙂

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Heather, Queen of Shake Shake December 16, 2008 at 7:29 am

I’d like to apply for the position of Assistinka. To whom do I email my resume?

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Week in Review

by Marinka on October 18, 2008

Weekend: We are upstate New York, telling each other how beautiful the leaves are and how fresh the air is. I am also casually mentioning how slow the dial up internet connection is and maybe we should return to NYC and high speed internet sooner rather than later.

Monday: We are back in NYC! But oh NO! My daughter needs a Halloween costume because she is going to a Halloween party next weekend. She wants to be a devil. I say something like, “great! That’ll save us money on the costume!” but she doesn’t seem to have my sense of humor. We are unable to buy a devil costume because the costume place in our neighborhood only sells Devil-Whore costumes, made by a company called “Fourplay”.

Tuesday: I settle in to watch a recorded episode of Gossip Girl only to learn that my TiVo failed me. Am in midst of spiritual crisis.

Wednesday: My book group is rescheduled until the following Wednesday because of the debate. This is good news for me because I didn’t finish the book. I am stepping up efforts to have an extra debate scheduled next Wednesday.

Thursday: While walking on Park Avenue, I see not one but two stores with cars in the window. Are they fucking with me? The world is my vagina.

Friday: I have a sore throat. I am planning on milking it all weekend, and send a warning email to Husbandrinka. Instead of dropping everything and rushing over to rescue me from the clutches of work to ensure that I get rest and care, he emails back a “Take some Tylenol.” Doesn’t it sound like something Claus von Bulow would say?

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Kylie w Warszawie October 18, 2008 at 3:34 am

I LOVED the devil costume. We’ve had our own issues with this too. Costumes available for 14 year old daughter are all something-whore costume (pirate-whore, witch-whore, Dorothy-whore).

She’s going as a ninja.

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binks October 18, 2008 at 7:01 am

Thank goodness I don’t have a whore issue.
Do they make man-whore costumes?

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Madge October 18, 2008 at 7:04 am

i’m not sure there is anything more devastating then a TiVo failure….

and i hate the “take some tylenol” line from my husband….

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Mama Ginger Tree October 18, 2008 at 8:29 am

“Doesn’t it sound like something Claus von Bulow would say?”

That was hilarious. Good luck with the sore throat. I hope it gets you lots of naps and someone to make soup for you.

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the mama bird diaries October 18, 2008 at 12:18 pm

Gossip Girl was seriously lame this week. You thankfully missed nothing.

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Heinous October 18, 2008 at 1:54 pm

I don’t know how you survive such abuse. Poor thing. I hope the Tylenol worked.

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Vodka Mom October 18, 2008 at 2:42 pm

any post with the word vagina in it cracks me the hell up! And how the hell DID they get the car in there? Did they give the window an epidural? episiotomy?

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anymommy October 18, 2008 at 5:16 pm

He’s a mean one, that Husbandrinka. The Tivo failure made my heart hurt.

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Frogs in my formula October 18, 2008 at 6:15 pm

I hope he at least signed the email with something mushy or an xoxox. Men–must they be so economical with their words??

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Slick October 18, 2008 at 7:35 pm

Ha, I’m kind of guilty of the same exact thing.

My wife, who is out of town at the moment, complains about her throat every time we’ve talked on the phone the last 2 days.

And they say us men do the whining! :p

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Week In Review

by Marinka on September 6, 2008

A Look Back

Sunday: Marinka is upstate with her husband, kids, and parents. They decide to go play miniature golf. Kids wage WWIII about which miniature golf course they should go to. Halfway through the Battle of the Unfairness, they realize that they both want to go to the same golf course. After momentarily being stunned by their agreement, the kids immediately regroup, change strategy and both want to go to the other golf course, until they finally settle on each one wanting to go to a different one, so that the Conflict of the Century can proceed as scheduled.

Monday: Labor Day. Marinka and family drive back home, using a new route discovered by Marinka’s husband. Husband nearly breaks own arm patting himself on the back for avoiding traffic by taking new alternate route. Marinka accidentally severs own tongue when she bites on it to stop herself from making a marriage ending observation that they also seemed to have avoided NYC, although the tour of the New Jersey bedroom communities has been, indeed, lovely.

Tuesday: Marinka has no memory whatsoever of this day. As a result, an alien abduction cannot be ruled out.

Wednesday: Visiting Day at the kids’ school. An annual tradition where parents wrangle their asses into miniature chairs and tell each other how fast the summer flew by.

Thursday: First day of school. Marinka lovingly asks children how the day went. Son says, “I was at school, how do you think it went?” Daughter presents Marinka with a list of items that she requires for academic success.

After an audit, Marinka questions why her daughter needs both mechanical pencils(designated as “metallic pencil”) and a pencil sharpener. Daughter relents. Marinka puts pencil sharpener on eBay. A politician is born.

Friday: Marinka gets a feeling that something bad will happen and is feeling jumpy. It is a hurricane, somewhere, and her husband is flying back to NYC over the somewhere hurricane. Also, the Starbucks guy gave Marinka a coffee, rather than a decaf, at 4 pm. Marinka is sure of it. Marinka stays up waiting for her husband, and through the art of magical thinking, keeps the plane in the air. Unfortunately, at about 2 am, when the plane is supposed to land, Marinka falls asleep and is unable to land the plane, so her husband’s plane has to circle the airport for a while. Marinka feels guilty but because she is not stupid, she does not tell her husband about it. Marinka must now kill all blog readers so that they don’t tell him about it, either.

Saturday: Marinka realizes that she is now referring to herself in the third person, and wonders what this means. Marinka assumes that it is evidence of mental health and radiating beauty. Marinka also remembers that she spent the morning reading Bossy’s blog and is now copying her style. Marinka promises to stop doing it soon.

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sdl September 6, 2008 at 3:36 pm

Awww, she’s at the hearts-for-dots stage!

I’m sure that week was much funnier to read through than it was to live through, so thanks!

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Wendy September 6, 2008 at 5:02 pm

I can’t believe you have the time to…BE you. And with little ones besides! And miniature golf, my least favorite activity!

I can’t believe you didn’t have one glass of wine during the entire week. What a trooper!

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Melissa September 6, 2008 at 5:55 pm

I heart the hearts, too. It’s nice to be sweet. 🙂

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Heinous September 6, 2008 at 6:04 pm

Make sure those magnets are pretty or else those ‘C’s are on your head.

P.S. Let me hit the insurance agent before you kill me…

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Amy September 6, 2008 at 6:20 pm

That is exhausting work keeping an airplane aloft.

And at least you stuck to third person. I shift from first to third, sometimes in the same sentence.

xoxo, SG

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PsychMamma September 6, 2008 at 6:46 pm

Maybe the third-person speech resulted from Tuesday’s alien abduction…….

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Mama Ginger Tree September 6, 2008 at 8:24 pm

Mama Ginger Tree wonders what the box of pretty magnets is for?

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Insta-mom September 6, 2008 at 11:24 pm

I’d try to say something funny, but I’m still laughing at the pencil sharpener on E-Bay.

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anymommy September 7, 2008 at 11:24 am

I’d try to say something funny, but I’m still laughing hysterically about MGT using the third person. Anymommy thought immediately about Bossy’s blog and wondered if Marinka read it. Bossy even comments in the third person.

End TP. The mini gold war that almost wasn’t a war killed me from the funnies! Also, your comment on five star friday was the hilarious!!!

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wfbdoglover September 7, 2008 at 11:48 am

LMAO – I loved the mini golf course that turned out to be the same place… That’s something that would happen between me and my mom.

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MomMega September 7, 2008 at 2:42 pm

Tuesday had to be my favorite! Hilarious as always!!

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Marinka September 7, 2008 at 3:49 pm

SDL–you mean you’re no longer at the heart for dots stage? I am myself am entering a Tears for Fears stage! Wouldn’t it be cool it we could heart dot on line?

Wendy–oh, yeah, wine. In the future, unless stated to contrary, please assume that I am drinking nonstop. And if it’s stated to the contrary, don’t believe it.

Melissa-We are all Heart fans here!

Heinous–Thank you for understanding the pressure I’m under with the magnets! Insurance? What, are you trying to get me into insurance fraud now, with the premeditated murder and everything? Because that’s the last thing that I need right now.

Amy–it IS totally exhausting, and no one appreciates it. You’d think that the aviation people would send me weekly paychecks or something.

Psychomomma–You are totally on to something. And by “you”, I mean the formal you/plural that they have in the Romance languages. Like “usted”.

MGT-lol! It’s for my daughter’s locker. I was going to write a post about it, but now I think it deserves its own blog or website or something. This is the first year that she has a locker and it’s like the new locker is a member of our family or something. A favorite member of our family. That must be decorated extensively and expensively.

Insta-mom– 😉

Anymommy–Marinka forgot to comment in the third person and now Marinka is fuming because she is too lazy to change all the previous responses. Marinka thinks that maybe Anymommy could have made this suggestion earlier.

WFB–lol, kids and parents, right?

mommega–thanks. Although you seem to be insensitive to my potential abduction.

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Kylie w Warszawie September 8, 2008 at 4:16 am

I’m not reading this, so don’t kill me.

So I have no witty comment, since I didn’t read it.

(Suppose I gave it away when I said, “Don’t kill me.”)

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Z September 8, 2008 at 5:06 am

I love your week in review(s)… And I personally think I’m abducted by aliens every Tuesday, since I never remember them. Or, perhaps, are Tuesdays just a figment of our collective imagination? Hmmm…

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Kristine September 8, 2008 at 10:09 am

I love Bossy’s blog and often catch myself thinking in the third person when beginning a blog post…I’m not brave enough to attempt it though.

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ms. changes pants while driving September 8, 2008 at 2:16 pm

i would have given her everything that included a heart dotted i. i hate flying and insist on sitting near the wings so i can will them to stay on. the bloody marys before and on the flight, coupled with the dramamine makes it hard to stay awake, but i do it.

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Week In Review

by Marinka on July 25, 2008

Disclaimer: Ok, I am new to the blogging world, and I live in constant terror of stealing someone’s idea/post/husband. So, let me just say upfront that today’s post was inspired by Wendi Aarons’ hysterical Highlights of Last Week post. She doesn’t know that I’m linking her, so I’ll keep you posted (get it? POSTed? oh, don’t tell me other bloggers have made this joke!) if there is any litigation. But I mean how could there be, she starts her week on a Monday and I start mine on Saturday. Like the Chosen.

Saturday:

I come to terms with the fact that my husband and I are televisionally incompatible when after watching America’s Most Wanted he falls into a peaceful sleep and I stay up for the rest of the night counting the children, quadruple checking that all the doors/windows are locked and contemplating calling the hotline to report various neighbors with reward-fetching feature$.

Sunday:

Visit my husband’s 200 year old aunt in the nursing home. Immediately upon returning home, I update my Living Will.

Monday:

Vacationing -with- us -for-July inlaws leave to go back home. Mother-in-law tells me that she made meatballs and told the kids that she was freezing a few and that if “mommy ever makes dinner that you don’t like, you can request the meatballs.” She tells me that she thinks it will be “fun” to see how long it will take them to ask for the meatballs. Apparently it takes twelve minutes as the kids announce their preference for dinner while having breakfast.

Tuesday

I have physical therapy for my TMJ. It’s basically massage therapy, but saying “physical therapy” makes it sound more medicinal and necessary. The scented oils and soothing music are also strictly prescribed by the Surgeon General.

Wednesday

It is entirely possible that I have read too many BlogHer’08 recaps.

Thursday

Wake up to thunder, lightening and locust. Rejoice in the fact that it’s husband’s turn to take kids to camp in the inclement weather. As part of the rejoicing festivities, forget my umbrella and sport the Drowned Rat Look all day at work.

Friday

Plan to bring a dozen Dunkin’ Donuts to the office as a way of apologizing to co-workers for my unpleasant personality throughout the week. Wonder if I will get the same donut lady who sold me the dozen last Friday and asked me whether the twelve donuts were “to stay or do go?”. Fume that one week later, I still do not have a good retort. Vow to come back every week until I have a good comeback to that. Devote life to coming up with comeback.

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Madge July 25, 2008 at 4:09 am

Monday was my favorite. and Friday. and Saturday..

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MomMega July 25, 2008 at 8:17 am

Ahhh Mother-in-Laws…don’t you just love em? At least your’s gets to go home somewhere further than five minutes away from you.

And um, the donut lady? She seriously asks if your order is for here or to go? Wow. I can’t wait to hear a comeback!

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Mama Ginger Tree July 25, 2008 at 8:37 am

Mother-in-laws are fantastic. Mine gave my husband a binder full of potential brides right before we got engaged. True story. She wasn’t exactly thrilled about me marrying her son.

Nine years later it’s all good though.

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Jack July 25, 2008 at 8:37 am

So it looks like I’ll be interviewing you for the Great Interview experiment.

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Alice July 25, 2008 at 10:00 am

You just wrote my potential nightmare – “Vacationing -with- us -for-July inlaws”. ARGGHHHH. Would. Have. To. Die.

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Z July 25, 2008 at 5:26 pm

I used to have a prescription for similar PT – yeah, an hour long massage of my lower back is always gonna be OK by me!

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anymommy July 25, 2008 at 9:00 pm

I’ve got nada for the donut lady. That defies retorts.

But, for the kids, if they ask for the meatballs, tell them they’re getting them with gnocchi.

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heartatpreschool July 25, 2008 at 10:06 pm

Thanks for checking out my new blog! It was exciting to get a comment from someone whose blog I love – like you are a celebrity or something.

That quote on my site is anonymous as far as I know, but maybe I should search the web to see if I should be crediting it to Lisa Kudrow.

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lily August 3, 2008 at 12:21 pm

My neighbor came over to my house and yelled at me over my dog!

I have a dog that I can’t keep in my yard. I have tried everything and she always finds a way out. Anyway, this lady comes to my home, knocks on my door and when i open the door she points her finger at me and yells obscenities at me. Apparently my dog was in HER neighbors garbage and then pooped on HER NEIGHBORS LAWN! Why didn’t she come and talk to me like a civil human being? Why was she a vicious monster attacking me at my door? I calmly went over to HER NEIGHBORS house where the garbage was and picked up every piece, and the dog poop. I agree that I have that responsibility to clean up after my dog. The one thing I don’t agree upon is someone coming to my house and screaming in my face about something I didn’t know about. Is anyone out there been blessed with a psyco-neighbor?
I don’t think anyone remembers the golden rule…Do unto others as you would want done unto you!
I sent them a lovely card from this site I found…www.URAJerk.com

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