Good Point, But Go Suck It: The Jet Lag Edition

I was so scarred from my first edition of I’m Right, You’re Wrong that it instantly became my last edition.  But what’s a girl to do when she has a disagreement on her hands and no where to vet the validity of each side in an argument?

Answer: rename the game and cue the first edition of “good point, but go suck it.”  In an effort to be nice I’m going to say that each side has a good point.  However, one perspective is clearly better and thus the other side gets the *wanh-wah* parting prize chant: “good point, but go suck it!”

Without further ado, let me set the scene.  Two days after we arrive home from a week in California, little Chloe has her 21-month check-up at 9am.  Since I love my doctor and fear the Upper East Side medical establishment (that’s another story), we never changed pediatricians after moving.  This means we will have to leave the house no later than 8:10 to get to the appointment on time.  Given that both my kids have slept until 10am (7am PT) each day since we have been back, this causes me great anxiety.  I need to pack breakfast, snacks, milk and juice.  Outfits are picked out the night before, but the kids still need to go to the bathroom/diaper change and get dressed.  And for the love of all things holy, I will NOT forget that stinking yellow medical card…again.

Ian, my wonderfully supportive husband, senses my anxiety and offers to help get us out the door early.  The next morning, true to his word, he gets out of bed first and tends to the kids, getting to work in the kitchen while I get ready.  As I wipe my mouth of freshly brushed teeth I think how lucky I am that I will walk out of the bathroom and everything will be ready to walk out the door (or close to it).

When I come out, however, the kids are in pajamas watching TV while Ian unloads the dishwasher.  The clock reads 8:03am.

Side 1: “I changed Chloe’s diaper and offered them milk, which they rejected and thus means they don’t want it.   It didn’t occur to me to put together the food because you usually do that.  Finding other ways to be useful, I unloaded the dishwasher.”

Side 2: “The dishes?  ARE YOU F@^&%KING KIDDING ME?!?!?!?!”

So you decide:  who has a tiny, trivial, theoretically good point but should really go suck it and who is the person entitled to be yelling like a raging lunatic?

I’m Right, You’re Wrong (the Mulligan edition)

Many of you have expressed you couldn’t get past the shock of my fake pregnancy announcement in my last post.  Many of you have mentioned that you were unable to read and/or digest the rest of my content because of said shock. 

Well I don’t want you to miss out on this hilarity because of my foolish idea of a good joke.  So I’m calling a Mulligan:

Welcome to my very first edition second posting of “I’m Right, You’re Wrong” a game I learned from one of my favorite bloggers, Marinka.

Here are the quick rules: I am Right, You are Wrong.

In today’s example, the part of “You” will be played by my otherwise awesome brother (yes, I have two.  Bonus points to the friends and family who correctly identify which one).

Behold the following dialogue*:

Me:  I know you have been faithfully reading my blog, dear brother.  Your support means the world to me.

You:  Hey, I think I inspired** one of your recent posts.  When I sent you that article about kid music?

Me: That’s right, you did!

You: Way to rip-off** my idea.

*This dialogue may be generally exaggerated.

**with the exception of these words, which were the EXACT words he used.

From the name of the game, we already know my position on who is right and who is wrong, but I want to hear from you too.

Position #1:  It is ludicrous to claim sending an article as “your idea” and rude to call someone a “rip-off”.

Position #2:  It is perfectly acceptable to ask someone if you inspired them and then when they answer in the affirmative, call them a RIP-OFF.   You are like a thought-stealing detective, pre-crime division.

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An announcement AND a game! (I’m such a giver)

First off, the big news.

I’M PREGNANT!!!!

Me at 35 weeks (thanks Mom for the excellent genes!!!)

Just kidding.  Seriously.  I mean seriously I’m just kidding.

(pick your jaw up off the ground, it’s not a good look)

Come on, that’s what everyone thinks when a married woman of child-bearing years says she has an announcement.  I had to go for the easy target.

The real announcement is WE MOVED! Only in NYC can you move 3.6 miles and have it feel like a different country.

We’ve discussed this before, but just to recap:  my husband hates change and I love it.  I’m like fast paced, always present, cheap thrill-seeking Twitter while he is ever-mourning, we-had-it-so-good-for-awhile, why-did-you-have-to-go-and-find-something-better? MySpace.

I think of moving like an adventure: every new playground, restaurant and street vendor has the potential excitement of Christmas morning.

He thinks of it as a chapter ending: tearful goodbyes, never agains and remember whens.

To be fair, moving isn’t all fun and roses.  We can both agree on these ten tortures.

Top 10 Worst Things About Moving:

1.  Packing

2.  Unpacking

3.  Getting lost in your own neighborhood

4.  Nearly dying from starvation because you don’t know where to find the good restaurants

5.  Brushing your teeth with your finger because you can’t find your toothbrush

6. Brushing your hair with your fingers because you can’t find your hairbrush

7. Putting your 3-year-old to bed in your daughter’s size 3 diaper because you can’t find his pull-ups

8.  Vowing to wash every single glass and plate before you eat because who knows what those packing boxes and paper are made of or where they came from

9.  The failure of giving up said project after 4 dishes because you can’t find the Cascade.  And the guilt of abandoning something you really believed in

10.  The reason I had no internet for TWO WHOLE days (yes, I survived, and yes, please send chocolate to soothe the pain).

Need I say more?

 

Alas, I promised you an announcement and a game.  Because that’s just the kind of value gal I am – giving you more in your blog reading experiences.

Without further ado, welcome to my very first edition of “I’m Right, You’re Wrong” inspired by one of my favorite bloggers, Marinka.

Here are the quick rules: I’m Right, You are Wrong.

In today’s example the part of “You” will be played by my otherwise awesome brother (yes, I have two.  Bonus points to the friends and family who correctly identify which one).

Behold the following dialogue*:

Me:  I know you have been faithfully reading my blog, dear brother.  Your support means the world to me.

You:  Hey, I think I inspired** one of your recent posts.  When I sent you that article about kid music?

Me: That’s right, you did!

You: Way to rip-off** my idea.

*This dialogue may be generally exaggerated.

**with the exception of these words, which were the EXACT words he used.

From the name of the game, we already know my position on who is right and who is wrong, but I want to hear from you too.

Position #1:  It is ludicrous to claim sending an article as “your idea” and rude to call someone a “rip-off”.

Position #2:  It is perfectly acceptable to ask someone if you inspired them and then when they answer in the affirmative, call them a RIP-OFF.   You are like a thought-stealing detective, pre-crime division.

What do you think???

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