My WM Living Will is as follows:
A “Do Not Resuscitate” order is a fine idea, but damn, if I get hit by a bus or something and am unconscious in the street, get me to the hospital, please. “Sorry! She said she didn’t want heroic measures.” “Yeah, we should respect her wishes, she’d want us to…”
And now for the Friday Advice Column for Neurotic Mothers and Others:
Dear Wacky Mommy,
Please help me with this interesting dilemma. My son who is almost 10 has started to feel very comfortable lounging around in his underwear . . . way too comfortable. Neither my husband or myself has done anything to instigate this behavior. We remain fully clad while we are awake and have NEVER just laid around the house in our undies. Both of us will suggest that he get some additional clothing on ie: pajamas or a shirt, but he tunes us out and conveniently forgets what we suggested. I had a friend while growing up whose dad felt very comfortable in this attire and it really grossed me out. I would like to nip this behavior in the bud, before my young man starts wistfully asking for “beeeer” just like Homer J. Simpson. Please help me!
Signed,
Homie’s Mom
The Winterhawks lost tonight, 3-2 against the Everett Silvertips, in case anyone was wondering. It is a dark, bleak evening over here at Wacky Hockey House.
“I can feel for her because, although I have never been an Alaskan prostitute dancing on the bar in a spangled dress, I still got very bored with washing and ironing and dishwashing and cooking day after relentless day.”
— Betty MacDonald, 1945
Friday Advice Column for Neurotic Mothers and Others:
Today it’s Wacky Mommy’s turn to ask for advice:
How do I find inner peace and tranquility, or at the very least keep up with the laundry?
The sex offender who lives across the street from my beloved Wacky Sister got his sorry ass hauled off to jail this week!!!!!!
Let’s hope he never comes back. Thank you for your Wacky Mama-ness that helped make this possible. (I believe in the power of positive thinking. And he positively needed to go back to jail.)
Yes, Wacky Girl refers to “The Star-Spangled Banner” as “that song the girl sings at the hockey game.” This fractures me, as my Granny would say.
My dear friend A went back to school today, working on her pre-reqs in hopes of getting her nursing degree. SHE IS SO COOL! I am absolutely extremely proud of her and you should be, too. She works full-time, has three rowdyass sons (one of whom is my daughter’s Booty Dancing buddy), plus a rowdyass husband, and a household to run, family and community responsibilities, pets to feed, flower beds to weed and yadda-yadda and SHE WENT BACK TO SCHOOL!
I’m grooving on all of this:
Friday Advice Column for Neurotic Mothers and Others
(This column is not meant to substitute for regular medical care and was not written by a medical professional, savvy?)
Q: One of the kids that I take to school (carpool) had a URI (upper
respitory infection, cough, congestion, hacking up a lung, etc) for a
good 2 months and his parents never took him to a doctor. Not only did
I feel for the poor kid, I really didn’t want him hacking all over my
son and giving it to him. Of course we all caught it. I never said
anything to his parents, though I wanted to. Do you think I suck for
being a chicken? What should I have said? His mom is a very sweet lady
that I value as a friend.
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