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Recipe Club: Electric Lemonade, Cranberry Sauce, Rice Krispie Scotcheroos, Broccoli Casserole, Black Bean Salad, Just the Recipe, Corn Casserole, Roasted Garlic and more to come…

November 18th, 2007

(I’m updating this same post daily, so I qualify for NoPoMoFoMamaLamaDingDong!!!!!!! Don’t let it confuse you. WM)

(It’s Wednesday, and you know what that means — NO ARGUING WITH ASSCLOWNS ON THE INTERNET DAYNAWACOTID. If you’re in, send me an e or leave a note in comments and I’ll link you. In the spirit of Thanksgiving, maybe we should extend it on into Thursday. And maybe go way out on a limb and say “No arguing with assclowns in real life for the next couple of days.” Whew. I’ll try, but no promises. Love and kisses, WM)

(old post starts… here:)


My kids are off school all week, it’s Thanksgiving, it’s my husband’s birthday, I’m happy, I got to hang out with one of my girlfriends yesterday and none of our kids, life is sweet.

I’m running recipes all week long. I started earlier today with: (more…)

An Ode, Using My Junk Mail

November 17th, 2007

No doctor visits/
Just touching base, Joe/
Check out Bling Bling watches/
Double Your Money in Record Time/
Protect your loved ones/
I couldn’t understand some parts of this article, but it sounds interesting/
No any risk for you, just contact me/
Set your lassie on fire/
Drinking wine/
Ease the pain/
Make your beloved woman worship/
Personalized Letters from Santa Claus!

the end

copyright 2007 WM

(Will this make my junk mail problem worse? I get about 2,000 a day. I counted. Happy Saturday night!)

Saturday Recipe Club: Rice Krispie Scotcheroos

November 17th, 2007

All that Hockey God wants for his birthday is:


1 c. corn syrup
1 c. peanut butter
1 (6 oz.) pkg. chocolate chips
1 c. sugar
6 c. Rice Krispies
1 (6 oz.) pkg. butterscotch chips

In large saucepan, cook corn syrup and sugar over medium heat, stirring frequently, until mixture begins to boil. Remove from heat. Stir in peanut butter. Mix in cereal.

Press in buttered 9 x 13 pan. Melt over hot (not boiling) water chocolate chips and butterscotch chips, stirring constantly until smooth. Spread over cereal mixture. Chill until firm, about 15 minutes.

(Old family recipe.) (HA! HA!)

“Stick a candle in it and call it good.”
— Hockey God

Goooooooooooood morning, Portland

November 17th, 2007

You know that feeling you get, when you’ve fallen asleep at 10 p.m. for a change, instead of midnight or 1 a.m., as usual, and the alarm goes off at 6 a.m. and you’ve gotten a full 8 hours sleep? You’re thinking, “I am ready to face the day. Bring it on, day — dishes, something involving hockey, laundry, hockey gear strewn hither and yon, whimsical children, the media, approximately 1,000 new readers every day who expect… something, what I do not know, the cat puking, the other cat puking, the unmet deadlines, the boxes yet to pack — Bring. It. On.

Then you realize it’s Saturday.

“I’m wide awake/I’m not sleeping.” — U2

PS — NAWACOTID is going well, even on days other than Wednesday. Yesterday I stopped myself four, possibly five times from typing something and hitting “submit.” Today? I’m watching Mrs. Flinger’s video over and over, cuz it’s that sweet.

PSS — I don’t know what these new readers are expecting — more on school politics? An expose of North Portland drug houses? Sex tips? They’re probably not thinking “cat puke and cute babies.” Ha! I know what you guys like to hear about, Usual Suspects.

PPSS — Go read Vixen’s story about her son. It will blow your mind.

My Top Five Favorite Holiday Traditions with Wacky Kid 1 & 2

November 16th, 2007

Hockey God is a good sport about the holidays. Well, not so much, but he tries. He’ll eat Thanksgiving dinner, and has even cooked it upon occasion. He’ll get a tree sometime before Dec. 25. Usually around Dec. 23. He’ll drink hot toddys, purchase and open gifts. As far as lights? Tinsel? Mayhem? The kids and I are on our own.

Our top five destinations, every year:

5) The Grotto’s Festival of Lights (Twenty years this year!)

4) Oregon Zoo Zoolights (Just remember, “Not all of the zoo is open. Only a few animals will be visible.” Yeah, most of them two-legged creatures, bitching because there’s no eggnog, and when is their kid’s band going to play, anyway? Heh heh.)

3) My mom’s house or sister’s house for appetizers, gifts and stockings

2) Winter Wonderland at PIR (Tacky, but fun.) (It’s kinda lame, but I love it.)

1) Peacock Lane (How I adore thee, Peacock Lane. I knew a girl in college whose family owned a home there. She used to throw birthday parties for her dog, wherein we would feed the dog cake, sing to her, and all get drunk. What a life. I have never taken the kids there yet. To Peacock Lane, not the dog party. Swear to God, it’s been raining every time we’ve attempted to go, eight years running now. Wish us luck…)

This year, I promised the kids we’d load up on extra Christmas outings because we’re not decorating the house. That’s right. I’m not packing/unpacking/repacking, etc. Christmas Ship Parade, here we come.

IKEA, what’s up?

November 16th, 2007

Hello, fellow shoppers,

I finally went to the new Portland IKEA.

It was scary. But I did get a new bed and a box of cookies out of the deal, so that’s something. (more…)

Oregon Public Broadcasting is calling…

November 15th, 2007

OPB wants to hear from you, Oregon parents.



My name is Scott Silver and I work for Oregon Public Broadcasting. I’m trying to get ahold of Wacky Mommy. (Ed. to say: Isn’t everyone? WM)

Right now, OPB is doing research into how parents choose which school to send their children to. We’re passing around an email, directing parents (and teachers) to our online question form. (more…)

No Arguing With Assclowns on the Internet Day: A Rousing Success

November 15th, 2007

That’s right. The first NAWACOTID went well, and today? Today I’m back to telling off assclowns. But only if they’re telling me, die, yuppie bitch scum.

People have no imagination nowadays. As of right now, 1:28 p.m., I am back to not arguing. Thank you for your support in my effort to better myself.

Anyway, back to NAWACOTID.

Jack Bog’s in.

MetBlogs are in. (Well, two of ’em, anyway. BETSY and that MetBlogger I sleep with.)

Vixen’s in.

Zip. My Zip is IN.

Qanzas is in, in, in.

Qtpies7? In.

J. Lynne? Has been in for a year and a half! Woot! I had no idea. I think she should get some credit for this idea.

Grand Poobah? IN.

Melissa Lion is in.

Kevin Allman? Yes.


It is a DIVERSE crowd so far. You in? See you next Wednesday.

Thursday Thirteen #119: Thirteen Reasons to Not Argue with Assclowns on the Internet

November 14th, 2007

Why I Declared Wednesdays No Arguing With Assclowns on the Internet Day! Woot!

Thursday 13ers and Usual Suspects,

Do you hate to be wrong? I don’t mind it so much when I am, cuz what’s the point? Sometimes I’m wrong, sometimes I’m right. I’d like to think I usually am not an idiot, that I’m learning from my mistakes, but who knows? I could be wrong. I’ve been wrong before! Sometimes I change my mind. Lose interest. Give up and go out for sushi, where the conversation is usually much more interesting than the one I’ve been engaging in on the Internet. That’s right. I “talk” with people on the Internet. (And in person — I do leave the house, have a life, run around, you know. Things that don’t involve the computer.)

Lately? Lately my husband and I have been doing a lot of political work. By “a lot” I mean, “a lot even for us.” Political work is enough to make your head implode. So along come the trolls:

“What do you know about it? You’re selfish and making things up! My preshus children go 2 a chartr skool and they luv it and are rilly rilly smart! Yer children would be smart, 2, if you wern’t such a selfish beoyotch!” Etc.

Then I feel compelled to say things like, hell no I don’t want my kids at your hippie-dippie little feel-good charter school, they’re fine at their neighborhood school. Yes, they unchain them from their desks sometimes. And it’s open to everyone, their school. It’s not hoity. No, actually, charter schools are exclusive and hoity. That’s why there aren’t any black kids/Mexican kids/poor kids, etc. at your school, see? (This is true of Portland charters, anyway. So please excuse me if your charter has the All-Asian Boys’ Juggling Troupe, and if it wasn’t for your special school, they never would have learned how to juggle! “None of the other skools they went 2 ever let them juggle, Witchie-Poo! You’re mean! What do you have against juggling?”)

But there I go again, see? Arguing. I give up, Internets. I will no longer argue! On Wednesdays! If you have occasionally had an “arguing” problem with “The Internets” and want to participate in this fine venture of mine, please send me an e-mail or leave a comment; I would be happy to give you a cheerful SHOUT-OUT!

My 13 reasons:

1) Why bother? No one wins.

2) Everyone thinks they’re a big expert, especially me, the Witchie-Poo of all-time. I will be an expert without typing out, “I am expert, not you,” and then will have a merry little laugh.

3) Head. Implodes. With too much conflict. Less conflict, more playtime.

4) What works for me might not work for someone else. Who cares?

5) I’m all, you know, zen. Cuz I went for acupuncture today.

6) I think, would my acupuncturist waste his time arguing? No, he would not. He’d throw some needles in them and tell them to quiet down their spleens. And then he’d say, Your chi is all out of whack. Let’s rechannel it. Then he’d light some moxa on their bellies, in their belly buttons, and say, Let’s draw some of that out. Then he’d do that, you know, five or six times, ’til they were goofy-relaxed, and ask, Better? They’d be all, What was I saying?

7) Why argue when you can make love? Go for sushi? Walk in the rain? Watch the Zamboni go ’round and ’round?

“There are three things in life that people like to stare at: a flowing stream, a crackling fire and a Zamboni clearing the ice.”
— Charlie Brown

8) I thought, if I can give up arguing on Wednesdays, eventually I’ll be able to branch out to Thursdays. Possibly Tuesdays. Perhaps (dare I hope for this?) seven days a week? Yes.

“Victory is mine/ Victory is mine/ Victory today is mine/ I told Satan/ Get thee behind/ Victory today is mine… (etc.) Love is mine… Joy is mine… Peace is mine…”


9) Sometimes when people really, really argue with you? And won’t give up? And are determined to make you change your mind? At any cost they just have to or it will kill them… It’s because they’re wrong. They know they’re wrong, and they’ve been wrong for a long time.

10) Nyah. (You can think nyah, but please do not say it out loud.) (The children are listening.)

11) If you argue, even if you’re right, it makes you look defensive. Don’t be defensive — be who you are and stand up for yourself and others, but don’t get defensive. You need to defend yourself if you absolutely have to, though. Like if someone tries to steal your chocolate bar.

12) The Internet gives bullies a safe place to hide and then (virtually) jump out at people. I’m not hiding — I’m right here, every day. Bullies, be gone. Go get your own blogs.

13) Love. Love and compassion and all that. It works.

Don’t be argumentative, friend. Don’t let the Internet assclowns get you down. Life is good.



“Are you upset little friend? Have you been lying awake worrying? Well, don’t worry…I’m here. The flood waters will recede, the famine will end, the sun will shine tomorrow, and I will always be here to take care of you.”
— Charlie Brown to Snoopy”

Hello, Bitches

November 14th, 2007

I’m creating a new blogging holiday. A weekly meme of sorts. I think I’ll make it happen… every Wednesday. It can be a new kind of blogging experience for all of us, and you can incorporate it right into Wordless Wednesday, recipe club, whatever other memes or habits you’ve acquired. I’m calling it… (ready?)… (steady?)… (GO!):

No Arguing with Assclowns on the Internet Day!!!!

You like it? Yeah, it’s a little bulky, I know.

I tried to get it going yesterday, but it didn’t go so well.

I would like to suggest the following ideas:

1) If someone tells you you should be ashamed of yourself, that you’ve brought all these troubles, this “bad cess,” on your own pretty little head, then you say:

You’re right! Why didn’t I see this all along?

2) If someone accuses you of whoring out your children for the Big Blogger Bucks, you say:

You’re right! Why didn’t I see this all along?

3) If someone calls you “self-absorbed,” “petty bitch,” “stupid, dirty hippie,” “liberal socialist whore,” yadda-yadda-blip, you say:

You’re right! Why didn’t I see this all along?

You in?


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