Archive for ‘Blog bites’

May 24th, 2012

Announcing: My New Blog

by Venomous Kate

You’ve heard about the “softer side of Sears”? Come see the cleaner side of (not-so-Venomous-anymore) Kate at my new blog, Housewife How To’s. It’s just what it sounds like: how to cook, clean, do laundry, get organized and save money… with a sense of humor!

March 10th, 2012

Happy Birthday to my Boy and my Blog!

by Venomous Kate

Twelve years ago today, my beautiful Big-Eyed Boy was born. Weighing 9 lbs and 11 oz, he seemed ginormous at the time. (Hey, I’m a short woman!) And then came his first poop. Oh, how we ooohed and ahhhhed over it. Weird, isn’t it, how new parents can find crap so adorable? I remember grabbing a baby wipe and realizing that, despite how it felt like I’d shot out a watermelon, that wipe was HUGE compared to his little butt.

And now, as we close out his Tween years, I no longer find his poop adorable. In fact, laundry day pretty much squicks me out. But him? Oh, yeah. I still sigh sometimes when I look at him… when he’s not talking… which is, basically, only when he’s asleep. Oh, and the baby wipes? Yeah, I’m the one using them now on my own ass. It’s the circle of life, y’all!

Oh, and it’s also my blog’s 9th birthday. Yes, that’s right: I started Electric Venom on my son’s third birthday, a time when most other mommies would probably lie through their teeth have been doing something all nurturing and stuff. Me? I’d spent the previous six weeks single-parenting a child who would not. shut. up. (Some things never change.)

Here’s hoping that, a year from now, I post another entry celebrating both birthdays again.


September 1st, 2011

Happy Blogiversary!

by Venomous Kate

Happy Sixth Blogiversary to Elizabeth of Table for Five! (Wow, they grow up so quickly, don’t they?)

August 1st, 2011

No More of Those Summer’s Eve Ads!

by Venomous Kate

Good news for people who were as grossed out as I by those horrible “talking vagina” ads: apparently Summer’s Eve realized that grossing out consumers isn’t the way to win their business, and now the ads have been canceled!


June 30th, 2011

Around The Web [Bloggy Goodness]

by Venomous Kate

ThreeFour quick links to get things started for the day:

Grand Old Partisan explains why the Dem’s win in NY-26 is actually a good thing for Republicans.

Wizbang points out how the enviro-weenies demand higher fuel efficiency through more hybrid vehicles, then balk at mining the copper needed in their manufacture!

Oh, and I shared five tips about (not extreme) couponing.

UPDATE: Nearly forgot… looks like Obama ought to get his picture on currency after all!

June 16th, 2011

I Know Why Pirates Say “Argh!”

by Venomous Kate

Yes, I have been naughty about ignoring my blog of late. No, you may not spank me. My ass is already sore, you see, and not for the reason that just came to your filthy mind. Rather, it’s sore because last Wednesday was my birthday and my son took it upon himself to administer all forty-$@#%ing-four birthday spanks. Individually. Throughout the day.

Basically, he’d hide behind the sofa, the kitchen island, wherever, then jump out and yell while swinging his arm in the general vicinity of my ass. Although his aim isn’t that good, my ass is nevertheless large enough to ensure he never once missed. And at the end of the day he added a few extra in — not for good measure, or ones to grow on, mind you, but because he figured out I’d lied to him about spankings hurting the spanker more than the spankee.

Incidentally, this may have been the longest birthday on record. Oh, sure, when I was going on Day Two of labor with my first kid I’d have sworn that was the longest birthday ever (and I’d have ripped your head off for arguing with me at that point). But this last one of mine? Well, let’s just say it lasted a week, and I don’t remember much of it.

Except, I do remember that I no longer drink rum. Demon rum. Kill-devil. Nelson’s blood. Whatever you want to call it — and this is coming from a martini-swiller with what we’ll call an “experienced liver” — that shit is evil. No wonder Captain Jack Sparrow can’t walk a straight line, much less tidy up his eyeliner. It’s a delicious drink, though.

Speaking of delicious… I picked up two gorgeous pineapples at the grocery store the other day. I haven’t had fresh pineapple since we moved back from Hawaii and, like many of the foods there (but not the people), I miss it dearly. When I brought the pair home the other day, VH looked at me like I’d lost my mind. No doubt he thought I was going to hollow them out and sit on the deck sipping rum out of them through a straw like some kitschy 1960s babe. But, no, I’d picked them up with the idea of canning some pineapple salsa. Until I remembered I don’t have the slightest idea how to make that stuff. Turns out, they really DO make pretty little rum cocktail glasses.

While I was at the store, I couldn’t help noticing how damned expensive groceries have become. Yes, I know you’re probably sitting there saying “Well, duh, VK. Everything is damned expensive these days.” But, see, as a retired military family we’re fortunate enough to shop in the Commissary where we’re largely insulated from rising prices. Oh, sure, I’ve noticed milk and bread slowly creeping up but only by a few cents here and there. So when I shopped at our local grocery store the other day, the prices just stunned me. WTF is up with the cost of food?

Crazy thought (which I’ll first preface by saying that I’ve been reading quite a bit of British WWII memoirs and diaries of late, so food rationing has been on my mind). Okay, where was I? That’s right: crazy. Also, this: with Iraq and Afghanistan, the U.S. is in a war on two fronts and Libya looks like it’s about to become a third (though, according to Obama, any military action in Libya isn’t really a war much the way that my ass isn’t really fat, it just LOOKS and FEELS that way). And it’s no big secret that our economy sucks wind right now. So, what if the rising grocery prices were really the result of covert rationing by the government in order to funnel beans and bullets toward the war effort?

I know, I know, it sounds insane. Blame it on the rum.

Still, even with the commissary’s lower prices, we’re finding our budget stretched to the limit, too. Hence why I — along with two million or so other stressed-out women, and a handful of men — have become addicted to TLC’s “Extreme Couponing” show. No, that doesn’t mean I’m dumpster diving (like I could get my ass that high off the ground?), nor does it mean I’ve figured out how to buy $3,000 worth of groceries for 61 cents.

Hell, the very thought of building a stockpile of non-perishables in a corner of my basement makes me cringe. Who wants to dust that shit every week? But I definitely do like the thought of spending a less on groceries so I can spend more on other stuff. (Not on rum. Promise.) So I, too, have been picking up multiple copies of the Sunday paper and spending my evenings printing and clipping coupons, then filing them away in my coupon binder.

What’s that? Oh, yeah. The binder. Well, yes, I did in fact get that into couponing. So now I’ve got this cool binder-on-a-strap that zips open to reveal plastic page upon page of neatly organized coupons tucked into their little slots, nine slots to a page, all obsessively organized into categories which I diligently marked with my label maker. Granted, I still feel like a geek actually carrying that binder with me in the store, but when my receipt shows that I trimmed our grocery bill by an average of 46% each trip, I suddenly don’t give a damn how stupid I look hauling that binder around.

Come to think of it, I hope I have that heavy bastard with me for self defense if I ever run into one of these women who, I suspect, should spend some time watching TLC, too. As in “What Not to Wear”, where Stacy and Clinton can explain to them that no matter how svelte they think they are, if they’re over 30 and wearing leggings like jeans, they just look like skanks. The dumb bitches probably paid retail, too.

March 10th, 2011

Happy Eighth Birthday To My Blog!

by Venomous Kate turns 8 years old today Wow, has it really been EIGHT years already? Eight! Good grief.

Why, it seems like it was just the other day when I sat down and wrote my first blog entry, worrying the entire time that I’d somehow break the internet. But here we are, 6,166 posts and 31,838 comments later. I haven’t broken the internet. I have gone through 3 laptops, five wireless mice, and countless bottles of vodka.

I wouldn’t change a thing.

March 9th, 2011

How To Replace Charlie Sheen With Rob Lowe

by Venomous Kate

Just sayin'

If you’re reading this it means you haven’t yet installed the Charlie Sheen Browser Blocker for Firefox or Chrome. Yeah, I can’t bring myself to use it, either. I do so love me some Schadenfreude.

Besides, as a formerly avid fan of Two And A Half Men , I’ve been waiting for Sheen to see what’s been obvious to everyone but Sheen for quite some time now: regardless of whether he shows up on time, regardless of whether he knows his lines (though I can’t imagine Sheen ever passing up an opportunity to do a line of any kind), regardless of the size of his bank account and the number of grams in the rocks he’s banging, regardless of the number of cars he owns and women he’s simultaneously sleeping with, regardless of how attractive his kids are or how many rooms there are in his mansion, the only difference between him and some Ozark mountain meth-head is that Sheen puts his fake teeth in before going to work.

So today’s news that Rob Lowe is in talks to replace Sheen on the show makes me very, very happy. Sure, John Stamos’ name has been floated, too, but Stamos lacks the true bad boy tint needed to balance Jon Cryer as uber-anal rententive Alan Harper. Yes, I know Stamos played airquote-rocker/bad boy-end airquote Uncle Jessie on Full House, but where’s his sex tape, hmm??? (No, seriously. I’d love to watch it.)

But how should Chuck Lorre write it?

If it was me (and, sadly, it’s not), I’d enjoy having the last laugh by inflicting an (unseen) Charlie Harper with repeated impotence after which he downs so much booze that he topples off of his deck and dies on the beach, where he remains undiscovered for days as Alan, Jake and Bertha enjoy his absence. Follow with a funeral scene similar to the episode in which Sheen’s real-life brother, Emilio Estevez, appeared. Queue the women spitting in Charlie’s casket. (James Earl Jones performing the eulogy in this one, too, would be icing on the cake.) Then, as Alan prematurely celebrates inheriting Charlie’s house, car and money… enter Rob Lowe as an old drinking buddy of Harper’s to whom Charlie left everything… including the responsibility of housing Alan and keeping Bertha employed.

BOOM. You’ve got a (much better looking) new bad boy (who may or may not catch Evelyn’s eye), a reason for Alan and Jake to remain in the beach house, Alan’s continued money envy and the ongoing jokes about his freeloader ways, and a reason to keep Bertha around.

But that’s just what I would do and, folks, if I could write a sitcom I sure as hell wouldn’t be sitting here wearing my pajamas and bunny slippers at 11 o’clock in the morning pounding the keyboard on an outdated computer while wondering just how hard-and-fast that 24-hour time limit on my 24-hour deodorant really is.

Or maybe I would.