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April 3rd, 2006

Oh, Internet, I have so much to tell you and so little time in which to do it. Let’s just say this much — my in-laws arrive tomorrow, and for me to remember to clean out the car and get it washed before they get here? Really, this is such a coup for me. All before 10 a.m. on a Monday morning. Also remembered to buy tonic for the gin, and planned out menus for the week. What a little domestic goddess.


PS — Took the kids to the Shriners’ circus this weekend. Have decided that Wacky Dee needs to strive for Shrinerhood, and wear one of those funny hats. And ride a four-wheeler around before the circus, waving to the kids. I will be a “Shriner Lady.” Lady Wacky Mommy. Ta-ta for now.


  1. Himself says

    Well, Wacky Dee Himself here, to voice some regret for having gone to that rinky-dink circus, with “all the happy animals.”

    The Shriners contract with touring circuses. Ours was Circus Gatti, based in California, with a somewhat shameful record of animal treatment:


    The Shriners hold these events not to raise money for their hospitals, but to pay for their own activities.


    The “free tickets” for kids end up costing a fair amount. We paid $36 to get in to this lackluster show. Wacky Boy was ready to go before the intermission (in which the carnies sold elephant and pony rides and photos with an albino burmese python).

    This show left a really, really bad taste in my mouth.

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  2. wacky cousin says

    When I was a kid, I figured Grandma would have to be in the circus, or one of those little cars in a parade. I just thought if she worked at the hospital, she couldn’t escape the hats.

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  3. HH says

    I hate the circus.

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  4. Wacky Mommy says

    Re: Wacky Cousin’s note — our Wacky Granny worked for Shriners, so I grew up thinking that the men in funny hats did surgeries on crippled kids. It confused me. Also she used to swipe tons of toys and games from the kids and bring them home with her, telling us grandkids, “They have plenty, so they shared these!” OMG. Re: Circus Gatti — maybe the lady handing out animal torture coloring books outside the gates should have been a clue? Re: HH — are you scared of clowns? That’s why my Wacky Sister hates this kind of crap. The Shriner clowns are particularly frightening. OK no more circuses. And there go my dreams of Wacky Dee in a fez.

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  5. HH says

    I’m okay with clowns. Never understood the common fear of clowns.
    I ain’t chicken (just kidding– this is a real phobia not to be mocked). Just hate people pushin’ grossness ($8 plastic cups, pink cotton candy, etc. etc.), the whole animal abuse thing is kind of a bummer, and oh, I have a hard time in crowds. Wanna bolt every time I’m in ’em. That about sums it up. But hey– every kid has a right to go to at least one circus, right?! Children do seem to enjoy them. So, I have sat through my mandatory one with my kids and yes, I smiled and looked happy and did not let my adult and cynical side poison it all. Is that a good mom or what?!

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  6. Wacky Mommy says

    That is good mommy love.

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  7. Ruth says

    Hey I was at the circus too. And those cups were $10 and they FLASHED with strobe lights. My child did not get one. But she did enjoy the circus and I too, smiled and sat thru.

    The shriner part was bizarre, I am pissed to learn the $$$$ does not support their hospitals and that the animals are mistreated. Ack. And what the f was up with them taking only CASH for admission? This mommy never has cash. Rose Garden has one, very slow, ATM.

    But I do like blue cotton candy.

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  8. Wacky Mommy says

    See, that’s the thing about circuses, hockey games, anything at an arena. I do not like cotton candy or hot dogs. Or Budweiser (which they did not serve at the circus — “family event”? Give me a break. Like we don’t drink at every “family event” at Wacky House? Bring me a damn beer so I can enjoy these poodles). But when i’m at the Coliseum or Rose Garden all of the sudden I’m like, “I need a bag of cotton candy! Need! Now! Get over here, concessions guy!” It’s something they blast into the air, I swear.

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  9. Himself says

    You don’t like hot dogs?

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