Saturday Meme & Audience Questions
My newly Brisith friend Hills has tagged me. And because she's the one that got me started on this blogging endeavor, I must oblige.
Accent - Try drama student with a slight NJ accent who then lived overseas then moved to the midwest and then the South.
Booze of choice - Is wine or beer considered booze?
Chore I hate - Ironing. Please, who invented clothes that wrinkle?
Dog or Cat - Dogs. Now Kitchen Only Dogs.
Essential electronics - Computer. Cell phone. My record player (kidding).
Favorite perfume(s)/cologne(s) - I'm allergic to 'real' perfume, but I can sport a body spray with the best of them. I'm wearing the ginger crap from Origins now.
Gold or Silver? - White gold or silver.
Hometown - Medford, NJ
Insomnia? - Not unless I have a fabulous blog idea or I'm thinking about Cool Mom Picks. Otherwise, I sleep like a rock.
Job Title - Co-founder, editor, author, and expert butt wiper (not in any particular order).
Kids? - Two if you count the huz.
Living Arrangement - Large old crappy house that has no central heat or air (we live in Mississippi folks - box a/c can only do so much).
Most admired trait - Reasonably outgoing and funny (although I haven't been able to test this theory will real adult humans in a long time).
Number of Sexual Partners - Are. you. kidding?
Overnight Hospital Stays - Uno. Freshman year finals week. Bizarre stomach flu.
Phobia - Not so keen on heights - I mean, I'll go up a tall building (on the inside) but you won't see me jumping out.
Quote - Can you quote yourself? No. I actually like Mom-101's line - I don't know what I'm doing either.
Religion - Converted Catholic for marriage purposes only.
Siblings - One brother - 5 years younger.
Time I wake up - WAY TOO EARLY thanks to my alarm clock disguised as a cute 20-month old.
Unusual talent/skill - I can say all the books of the bible in order very quickly. Goes over great at the Muslim bar I frequent.
Vegetable I refuse to eat - None. I'm not picky. I wipe a kid's ass - weird veggies are nothing.
Worst habit - Nail biting - started with the breastfeeding to keep me awake.
X-rays - Teeth.
Yummy foods I make - Please. They are all from foodnetwork.com. I take NO credit for any food I make. I can follow directions reasonably well, therefore I can cook a few things.
Zodiac sign - Taurus <-- didn't you know that already?
I am tagging some new folks:
Her Bad Mother, Redneck Mommy, and Chelle
And now for audience questions ~ (Yes, I'm asking YOU)
1) Does playdoh really think that we don't know they are packaging black tar and trying to sell it as fun stuff for kids?
2) Do you have to be a genius to neatly separate the 8 triangles in the Pillsbury crescent roll package and make them into something that looks edible?
3) Is 7:30am with a toddler laying next to you pulling individual hairs out of your head considered sleeping late?
4) Have you heard of a DINK (Double Income No Kids)? I had never heard the term until last night when the huz told me his work friend was having a party that we were not invited to. And then I'm like, are we that annoying? I mean, I honestly only talk about the kid when I'm asked. And let's face it, how much would they bitch if we had a party for us OILKs (One income likes kids) and didn't invite them?
Dude, I don't care if you don't want to procreate - and quite frankly, based on your really annoying personality and really bad 1982 jean jacket, it's probably a good thing.
Discuss.

1. I don't think it's tar. Too salty.
2. We only use those for Taco Casserole, which doesn't entail separating them.
3. Hell yeah.
4. Yes. But did they NOT invite you because you have KIDS? What tools.
Posted by: Julie | March 27, 2006 at 10:15 AM
I have to agree with Redneck Mommy - we don't actually play with Play-Doh here, we eat it. And considering my daughter has an eating disorder of sorts, I am inclined to let her eat it!!
Posted by: Stacy | March 27, 2006 at 09:04 AM
We have the most evil, evil playdoh toy that I swear is going to get lost VERY soon. The little animals grown playdoh hair that can then be cut with scissors. The playdoh goes EVERYWHERE and is impossible to clean out of the little barber shop chair. It's evil and it deserves to die.
I don't get why people think that once we have kids we can't party anymore. Whazzup with that?
I don't like the term DINKS, but this one cracked me up: WOOFS (well-off older folks). My parents are WOOFS. Heh!
Posted by: Nancy | March 25, 2006 at 09:41 PM
Thanks for the tag! I love the comment about the jean jacket. My husband had one of those when we started dating and tried desperately to keep it. We had a ceremony and threw it down the garbage shoot. He was so sad.
Posted by: chelle | March 25, 2006 at 09:40 PM
Redneck and Mrs. F ~
*blush*
Posted by: Kristen | March 25, 2006 at 09:28 PM
Yippee! I have been tagged! You just popped my meme cherry Kristen!
Who plays with playdoh? We over at Redneckmommy's house choose to eat it. Yummy.
Posted by: Redneck mommy | March 25, 2006 at 08:41 PM
I heart you Kristen, that's all I have to say.
Posted by: mrsfortune | March 25, 2006 at 07:44 PM
HA! I guess I don't feel bad - although who wants to be called a DINK?
AND PS - isn't yellow playdoh earwax?
Posted by: Kristen | March 25, 2006 at 07:17 PM
Woo hoo - tagged! I'm giddy like a schoolgirl! Have done my virtual duty, embraced the meme and passed it on...
But with regards to the other questions...
1) Playdoh knows we know, and that we know that they know that we know, and that we STILL BUY IT. Cuz it beats the kids playing with their own ear wax.
2) Yes. But you could always just use it instead of Playdoh.
3) Can I repeat the question, just replacing 'toddler pulling out individual hairs' with 'baby kicking you in boob'?
4) They shun us because they are sad and lonely and jealous and we remind them that their carefree childless lives are really shallow and empty. Right?
Posted by: Her Bad Mother | March 25, 2006 at 06:27 PM
DINKs!!! I have heard that term and I despise it!!!! Becoming a parent does not mean that you should be kept in your house on Friday and Saturday nights to enjoy your black tar and blobs of dough (thats what my crescent rolls end up looking like!). We are people too damn it!!!! Let them have their club.....ours (the parenting one) is just fine without them! :)
Posted by: Jaime | March 25, 2006 at 05:39 PM
We got black Playdoh in a party favor bag. I was like "God...did our gift suck THAT bad?" Suffice it to say, the black Playdoh disappeared under the guise of being "all dried up".
DINK? Yeah, I know what a DINK is. I used to be one and I always thought the term was really funny 'cause it sounded so dumb. "Hi, I'm a DINK"
Right.
The best is when a DINK refers to a parent as a "breeder". Um...yeah. And you came from????
Posted by: Izzy | March 25, 2006 at 05:08 PM
Christina - the "doh" thing? Funny!! Did you write that yourself?
Posted by: Mom101 | March 25, 2006 at 04:55 PM
Well said Tracey :)
And seriously, how much would I want to pay a sitter for a crappy time anyway, right??
Posted by: Kristen | March 25, 2006 at 04:24 PM
my only comment about the DINK thing (i hope i'm allowed to be selective in my response).
first, it cracked me up because I'd never heard it and it struck me funny. then I got a little steamed (because you weren't invited to their stinky party!)and then I thought, "ah what the hell, let 'um have their little acronym." i know a few of the "never want to have kids" and know even more of the "tried to have kids but couldn't" and you know what it comes down to? it's hard to be left out of the parents club whether it's by choice or by happenstance. us breeders are eveywhere and the others are highly outnumbered. although i can discuss tons of non-kid related topics (and can you believe half the time I don't even carry pix of them) I would only get insanely jealous overhearing converstaions about traveling, swanky dinners out, the tennis club and weekly wine-tastings anyway. and even if I were invited, and i wanted to go party with the DINKs, well, chances are there would be no one to babysit.
Posted by: Tracey | March 25, 2006 at 04:07 PM
Hey, I'm a Taurus too...
As to Playdough - Make your own. You can make it smell nice with koolaid and it will keep your child busy fo-eveah. Seriously. This is a professional skill I have.
2. I am befuddled by the pillsbury dough issue. I am, however, the person who screwed up the "supposedly unscrewable" monkey bread dough thing.
3. As long as you are not covered in vomit, it's sleeping late. Also - are the birds awake, cause from the time they wake up it's all fair game
4. DINKS, yeah - I know em. May buckets of pig shit cover their white suede couches.
Posted by: Dawn | March 25, 2006 at 03:24 PM
1) I think Playdough, Crayola, and Kool Aid are all secretly owned by companies that make laundry soap and other household cleaners, and are produced simply to boost the sales of the various cleaning products.
2)I prefer to eat the dough, and say "screw it"....all my rols look like little toasty warm sculptures of female genitalia
3) Only if laying in bed at 8:30 with twin boys using your back as a trampoline is condered 'going to bed early'
and 4)Those DINKS sound like dicks...."No, you have kids so you can't come to my party"....reminds me of grade school when we used to uninvite people to our birthdays when they pulled our hair at recess....
PS I got my shirt, and I look friggin SMOKING....I bragged about you on my blog ;)
Posted by: Emily | March 25, 2006 at 03:20 PM
Re: ironing - I'm personally crusading to make wrinkles fashionable.
Playdoh really is evil. Why do you think it ends with "doh!"
Gotta love DINKs who don't even want to associate with parents. Makes you want to pitch dirty diapers at their house, doesn't it?
Posted by: Christina | March 25, 2006 at 03:08 PM
Oh and as long as your toddler is not scratching your eyelids it is considered sleeping in.
Posted by: bridgermama | March 25, 2006 at 01:37 PM
Fun meme!
Posted by: bridgermama | March 25, 2006 at 01:35 PM
Playdoh really chaps my ass - I mean my kids love it, but they leave the shit EVERYWHERE so that it dries into needle like crustaceans that stab me in the foot when I walk in the basement.
Posted by: Nixie Knox | March 25, 2006 at 12:31 PM
Speaking of not cooking...
My specialty is that pillsbury crescent thing, wrap each one around a half of a babybel cheese and bake. Carbalicious!
And wine and beer had better be considered booze because we're drinking both July 28 in San Jose.
Posted by: Mom101 | March 25, 2006 at 11:46 AM
DINKS??? BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I've always used the term as a polite way to refer to stupid people and when I do stupid stuff I oft reffer to myself as a dink rather than the OTHER swarmy 4 letter words that bubble up first (won't SOMEONE think of the children!).
Those damn tube buscuit bread things practically require a duel PHd in rocket science and mechanical engineering to seperate them all perfectly. There is ALWAYS at least one gimpy one and more often that not the majority of the tube is mangled (yet another reason i bake from scratch).
I went on a kick where i was making my own playdoh, convinced that if my kids are going to eat it, homemade is healthier. Well, ok it might be healthier but it doesn't have the same feel, nor that intoxicating aroma.
7:30 hell yes that's sleeping in!! Yesterday morning I awoke to my two vulters trying to insert a hanger up my nose - you got off lucky!
Posted by: fidget | March 25, 2006 at 11:31 AM