Archive for ‘Blog bites’

August 16th, 2010

Countdown to Peace and Quiet

by Venomous Kate

We just got back home from meeting my son’s 5th grade teacher. Sheesh, I still can’t type 5th grade without pausing, squinching up my face and thinking “No, that can’t be right. He can’t be that old. I CAN’T BE OLD ENOUGH TO HAVE A FIFTH GRADER!” But the school is convinced otherwise because yes, indeed, his name was on the fifth grade class roster. So now you know why public school kids suck at math: the schools are obviously wrong since I cannot POSSIBLY be old enough to have a fifth grader.

Anyway.

The ‘Meet the Teacher’ day is always a turning point for the Big-Eyed Boy. That’s when he makes up his mind whether the end of summer is a total drag worthy of a major meltdown, or whether he’s actually looking forward to going back to school. The answer always depends on his first impression of his teacher.

If she seems nice and friendly he assumes that means she’ll be an easy teacher and he looks forward to class starting. If she seems aloof and reserved, well, that’s enough to convince him she’s going to make his life a living hell for the next nine months and, naturally, he’ll claims he’s getting “strapped throat” or “typhoonoid” — ailments which, he assures me, will lead to his untimely demise if I actually force him to go back to school this year. Oddly enough, he hasn’t figured out that each and every year his impression of how easy his teacher would be have been 100% wrong.

His no-nonsense 3rd grade teacher? She made the kids popcorn every day in class, turned my book-hating kid into someone who’d at least put up with reading a book once a week, and inspired my kid to increase his math skills by THREE grade levels. By the end of the year, he adored her.

His hip-hugger wearing 4th grade teacher with the multiple earrings and spiky blond highlights? When we visited her class on “Meet the Teacher Day” he didn’t speak a word but blushed furiously the entire time. Afterward, he’d sigh whenever he spoke her name, and it sure seemed like he came up with a lot of reasons to be speaking her name. Then school started and he discovered her fondness for piling on the homework on TOP of a half-hour of assigned reading nightly, even over Christmas and Easter vacations. By the end of the year he’d taken to grumbling whenever her name was spoken.

Today it was a real treat watching him meet his new teacher. See, she’s about my height and about my build. Her hair’s about the same length and color as mine, and we’re maybe 3 years apart in age. So in this year when my son’s hormones are most likely to kick in I can rest easy knowing he’s probably not going to get a distracting crush on his teacher (and if he does I’m afraid I’ll never be able to look him in the eye again). Now, before you go thinking his teacher’s a carbon-copy of me, let me assure you: she seems VERY nice and VERY easy-going. I’m not like that at all.

Halfway to the car my son announced that someone as nice as her couldn’t possibly be a mean teacher, so he’s now looking forward to school. Me? I just chuckled, considering his track-record. Either way that now makes two of us looking forward to the alarm clock going off at 6:30 Wednesday morning.

July 15th, 2010

My Relentless Friend

by Venomous Kate

Long-time Electric Venom reader, and my friend, Jeff has been diagnosed with leukemia. Stop by his blog and show him some love, won’t you?

May 19th, 2010

What To Do With An Ex-Wife’s Wedding Dress?

by Venomous Kate

Poor Kevin is facing a challenge few of us could ever imagine contemplating. But I’ll let him tell you about it in his own words:

My wife of 12 years recently packed up her belongings and moved out of our home. After her car was loaded I couldn’t help but notice that a single item remained in her section of our closet, her wedding dress.

“You forgot something” I told her.

She replied “And what’s that?”.

“Your wedding dress”, I said.

“Yeah, I am not taking that” was her response.

“What do you expect me to do with it?” I asked.

And to that she replied, “Whatever the $%^@# you want”.

So that’s just what he’s doing on his blog: trying to come up with 101 uses for his ex-wife’s wedding dress, and he’d like your suggestions.

My favorite so far? Pasta strainer. Because there’s nothing quite as satisfying as serving up a heaping helping of cold revenge paired with a nice chianti and pasta.

March 3rd, 2010

Newspapers Just Don’t Get Why They Suck.

by Venomous Kate

Considering how internet-centric my life is, it may come as a surprise that I’m still a big fan of dead tree media. Magazines? I can’t get enough of them. Though I absolutely adore my Kindle for reading books, using the joystick button to navigate between headlines and sections of magazines or newspapers is a freaking pain in the neck.

Also, many of my most-loved magazines (National Geographic, Natural History, Smithsonian) have rich, delicious photographs that just don’t translate well on the Kindle. Sure, I could read them online but then there’s no satisfying tha-whick! when I flip pages like there is with the real thing (though I suppose I could just make that noise myself).

Point is: I’m not inherently biased against print media. If anything, I’m still a big fan… provided the publication’s print format offers something pleasurable, something that can’t be replicated online. When it comes to newspapers I just can’t think of one that’s not better enjoyed in its digital format. For one thing, reading a paper online means I don’t have to wash my hands when I’m finished. Also, I can sit down to read it whenever I’m ready, without having to first comb my hair, change out of my bunny slippers and grab a jacket to hide the fact that I’m still in pajamas at 11 a.m. as I shuffle to the driveway to hunt for today’s issue where, invariably, one of my neighbors will see me.

Even with all of that hassle to go through to get my paper, I’d stayed a weekend subscriber until this morning. That’s when, confronted with 6 unread papers still soggy in their plastic bags, I realized I’ve just been wasting money because I’m not reading the things. And the truth is, I hadn’t subscribed to actually read them, anyway: I subscribed so I could get the Sunday coupons, the savings from which easily covered the cost of the paper plus another $12 or so per week.

Until my husband took over the grocery shopping again, that is.

Back when that chore was mine I’d spend a couple of hours or so every Sunday combing the coupons, clipping out the relevant ones, cross-referencing them with the sale flyers from our local grocery stores, compiling a store-by-store shopping list based on where coupons and sales would give us maximum savings, and then I’d spend a full afternoon running from one market to another until I’d picked up everything on our master grocery list for the week.

Yes, it was as much of a pain in the ass as it sounds, but at the end of the day I could shake my wad of receipts in my husband’s face and say, “Look how much money I saved!” Of course, I never managed to have a wad of cash equivalent to our savings to show him because a day like that was invariably capped off by a trip to the liquor store where I spent every penny we’d saved… and then some.

So, today I called the newspaper to cancel my subscription. That, too, was a pain in the ass because, like many businesses’ customer service departments these days, our paper doesn’t get the service part… particularly when you’re about to stop being a customer. The conversation went something like this:

VK: “I’d like to cancel my subscription effective as of today.”

Rep: “I’d be happy to help you do that. May I ask why?”

VK: “I don’t read the paper. I’m not interested in reading the paper. I only subscribed for the coupons, and my husband won’t use them. So it’s a waste of my money.”

Rep: “Well, then, you understand you could be saving (some outrageous amount of money) every week with the Sunday coupons, right?”

VK: “No I can’t. See, you’re assuming I’m going to use every single coupon which, even if I still did the grocery shopping wouldn’t be the case.”

Rep: “Okay, maybe not quite that much but, still, you could still be saving money with coupons each week.”

VK: “Except I don’t do the shopping anymore. My husband does, and he won’t use coupons. Period.”

Rep: “Does he know he could be saving money?”

VK: “Yes, though I sometimes suspect he’s not a very smart man that, at least, is something even he can understand. He just won’t use them. So, cancel my subscription, okay?”

Rep: “So why don’t you do the shopping yourself?”

VK: “It’s none of YOUR business why I don’t do the shopping anymore, okay? Cancel my subscription!”

Rep: “I’m just saying that if you did the shopping and used coupons you could save money every week. With this economy it seems like doing the shopping so you could save money with coupons is a small effort that can really pay off.”

VK: “Do you even realize what you’re saying? Basically, you’re trying to convince me to subscribe to weekly delivery of coupons! Not the paper itself — which I’ve noticed you haven’t mentioned at all — but just the coupons. And on TOP of that you want me to rearrange my life and my household routines so we can use those coupons which, obviously, we aren’t that interested in or we’d be using? Do you have any idea how stupid that sounds?”

Rep: (Pause) “Okay, ma’am. I’ll process this cancellation. Now, would you mind completing a survey about whether you found the coupons in the Sunday paper a good value?”

VK: “AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGH!” (*click*)

December 7th, 2009

Christmas Gifts for Women Who Are Tired Of Bath Sets

by Venomous Kate

On behalf of countless mothers and wives who wake up on Christmas morning to find they’re getting a set of scented soaps and bubble bath (again) because their husbands and/or kids wait until the last minute to do their Christmas shopping OR don’t have a clue what Mom might like OR just don’t give a hoot, I thought I’d share a list of some non-scents gifts to keep the woman in your life from spitting in your Christmas dinner. Every item on this list is something I’ve bought or have been given in the past year, so you can shop confident in your knowledge that you’re buying something with the Venomous Seal of Approval (you know, if there was such a thing).

iCarPlay Got an iPhone (or iPod)-loving Mom on the go? Help her get her groove on while driving with the Monster iCarPlay Wireless Plus FM Transmitter/Charger for iPod ($17.99). Not only will she be able to groove to her favorite iTunes but since the iCarPlay lets her talk on her iPhone hands-free through her mini-van’s car stereo system, she’ll be able to safely flip off all those annoying drivers who forget to use their freaking turn signals.

monitor Okay, I have to admit: I first bought this for the Venomous Hubby’s birthday, but it wasn’t long before I came down with a severe case of monitor envy. I mean, here I’m always worried about crow’s feet and those annoying red spots on the side of my nose that my glasses leave, and HE had a monitor big enough to read email from across the room? We’re now the proud owners of not one but two of these bad boys. So why does the woman in your life need this massive I-Inc Lcd 28″ LCD Monitor (at the comparatively low price of $319)? Why, so you can play Dragon Age: Origins after she’s passed out from all of that hardcore Christmas Day cooking, of course!

flipcam What’s better than a video camera that slips into a purse so it’s handy when Mom wants to record her kid scoring the winning goal or starring in yet another dance recital? A video camera so small she’ll have it available to roll your own homemade pr0n when the two of you are “doing laundry” or whatever it is you’re doing behind that locked door while the kiddies stand there asking “Why does Mommy sound like she’s choking?” With the Flip UltraHD Camcorder, 120 Minutes ($149.99) you can have it all!

keurig Know what sucks more than spending your morning making sure everyone’s awake, fed, dressed and ready to head off to school/work/community service only to find that someone finished off the coffee and didn’t bother to make a fresh pot? Nothing! Keep the household CEO sufficiently caffeinated with this Keurig B40 Elite Gourmet Single-Cup Home-Brewing System($98). It brews a fresh cuppa in a matter of seconds, comes with a nice sampler of coffee and teas to start, and ensures you’ll never have an empty coffee pot come flying at your head because you forgot — again — to make more after topping off your travel mug. (For you frugal-minded folks check out the Keurig My K-Cup Reusable Coffee Filter that lets you use your own (cheap) grind instead of shelling out for new K-Cups. $8.99)

BrotherPTouch Okay, no one likes labels being attached to them. But to their stuff? Well, that’s another matter. Let her indulge her inner control-freak with the Brother PT-80 P-touch Electronic Labeling System ($13.19). It’s perfect for labeling files, spice jars, shelves, keys and just about everything else. Just don’t blame me if you come home to find, as VH once did, that she’s gone a little bat shit crazy and labeled the light switches, too. (Hey, it saves electricity and light bulbs, so how crazy can it be???)

silkrobeIf you’ve already gone ahead and bought her a bath set, don’t worry: there’s still time to redeem yourself. Couple it with this gorgeous 100% Silk Robe ($109.00) and a coupon promising you’ll take the kiddies out so she can soak in the tub without interruption, and you might just get to stuff her “stocking” come Christmas night, too!

So, what’s on your Christmas Wish List this year? Share in the comments if you’re so inclined, and feel free to leave this page conveniently visible on your monitor in the hope your spouse and/or kids see it.

November 10th, 2009

Things That Will Change When I’m Thin #2

by Venomous Kate

Next summer when my thighs are chapped it won’t be from wearing shorts.

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October 26th, 2009

This Is Only A Test

by Venomous Kate

This is a test. This is only a test. If this were an actual blog entry, I’d be telling you to run to the nearest window and look for airborne swine (for those of you in Arkansas, that’s a fancy way of warning you about pigs flying).

If you’re reading this it means I’ve been able to update my blog via my iPhone, and THAT means Facebook and Twitter (see lefthand sidebar) will no longer be getting my best Venom.

So. Can you read me now???

October 9th, 2009

He Cinched The Unicorn Vote

by Venomous Kate

Why Obama really won the Nobel Peace Prize: because unicorns *heart* him.


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