Saturday, April 11, 2009
Another Adventure
He Must Be Here For Easter
The stress level of the deadline I am working under is nothing compared to the legs of said plastic chair.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Brobile Phone
She is on the phone and mentions going out for more cigs. I think getting cigs is a code for saving the universe. Either that or they eat cigs. Or maybe they are building a Cigarette Palace Playhouse for the kids. Cigarette Jimmy was one of my favorite action-figures as a youngblood; I was especially drawn to his retractible quellazaire (I did not make that word up) and interchangable black lungs. But first Helga has to take out the tobacco and use it to power the television (…like you know how televisions work!).
DWI (Driving While Ignorant)
Our long national nightmare is over as the tan sedan drives down the driveway. Or careens wildly. Your choice.
If I Ran The Circus (I Wouldn't Put It Here)
Some woman is standing there talking to them all woman-y while swinging what seems to be a foxtail (a toy from 1983 – I checked). Now one of the girls is crawling from the the trunk to the top of the car. I can’t imagine a better place for a little girl. If she practices enough, she could ride there on family vacations to Detroit so there could be room inside the car for the important stuff. Like the 9th member of the family: an electric-blue, cardboard cutout of Dale Earnhardt signed on the mustache (you can't really see it too well; it looks like it just says, "iiiillllIIIIlllliiii").
Helga needs a cigarette break from all the inactivity. (Oh, and I didn’t actually check the date of the foxtail, but you believed me anyway).
ALERT
There is now a THIRD girl playing outside with "Doggy"! They're multiplying like pod people or things that routinely multiply. Like Asians.
Typed Whilst Wearing Earmuffs
WTFN Radio
Thursday, April 09, 2009
“Mom, get your butt out here”
Native American Names
Codename Helga would be "Rears Children With Profanity and Tobacco Breath."
Please Take Your Lunch Break Halfway Through Reading That Last Post
"Get out of my car before I get mad!"
Now I'm no psychiatrist, but judging the tone and pitch of her voice, I'd say it's too late. If Helga's decibel level was my high score in Snood, Sally Jenkins would've definitely found a better night than homecoming to wash her hair. I still can't believe she scheduled her hair washing on that day of all days!
When Helga spoke of her precious motor vehicle, there was an emphasis on “my” as though she was reaffirming the fact that it belonged to her and no one else. It might be the first time she’s owned anything. I mean the limited edition Princess Superstar cassette and "Dog" Chapman: Bounty Hunter dinette set are pretty cool, but this was her home for weeks! She’s not even so sure about the kids: she kind of remembers something about a trash can, prom, and few men with billyclubs, but that was during her “peyote years.”
Interrupted Priorities
While reading the amazing gossip blog "What Would Tyler Durden Do" for the 11th time today, I think I hear a rustling next door. Turns out it's only a helicopter, or as we used to call it in Albany a "ghetto bird."
I wonder if that's going to earn her a "whoopin’”, a term that Codename Helga would probably use. Because she’s uncouth.
(In all fairness, it was probably Little Girl #2's homework assignment from "How to Hotwire a Car" class at our local Devry Institute.)
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Icons
As If Teaching Them To Curse Pre-Pubescently Wasn't Enough...
"Get The Fuck Out Here"
Lunchtime Letdown
these infernal children are playing with their pet, appropriately named "Doggy." Outside-the box thinkers, these lasses. One of the girls goes on to exclaim "buh buh buh bump!" It's SO NICE that spring is finally here and open window weather is upon us.
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
F-Bombs
Over/Under: Many
...oh. There's another three F-Bombs as she lights a ciggy.
Wolfgang declares "this is too much excitement for me" and retreats to the kitchen.
Jobs?
Notice To The Public
All Thanks To A Condom Brand Called "None"
A different car from the normal ratty Jeep Cherokee Sport just pulled into the driveway. It looks to be a tan sedan (unintentional rhyme ...or was it?). We just decided that these neighbors of ours need codenames. The woman, who shall remain codename-less (for now) just entered the house with two little girls that we've never seen before. Fuckbeans – they have KIDS. We’re clearly in for it now.
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