RTT: Where a dime is worth more than a dollar.

I recently stopped into a McDonald's with Sprite after a hot afternoon of birthday parties and ordered her a nugget McMeal complete with fruit dippers and free floor obstacle toy. Ice Age was running their promo and we scored a Bipolar dinosaur with changeable expressions. Sprite immediately took to this figurine and proudly carried it for a while.
"Dimosaur! RAWR!"
"Honey, it's a DINO-saur."
"Dimosaur. RAWR!"
"Sure, kid."
John caught on to her verbal faux pas and also adopted Dimosaur so I simply stopped trying to correct the two of them and made my peace with it with one last parting shot:
"At least it's a dimosaur. I'd hate to see the size of a dollarsaur."
...John didn't think it was funny either.

I have been un-friended on Facebook by someone. I don't know why. She's an old friend from high school days and our chats really didn't reach farther than the occasional status comments and what not, but she just decided to delete my name from her contacts with nary a word about it until one day I realized I hadn't seen any status updates from her in a while when she would frequently say something. So I checked my friends list and she wasn't there. I looked her up on a mutual friend's profile and when I clicked her name, the icon advised she would need to approve my friendship. Um, no. If you don't have the guts to tell me why you're dumping me on the Internet, then I really don't want to pursue those phony pony rides with you. (It's probably because I didn't send her enough "hugs" or "cocktails" or "How well do you know Jen?" quizzes.)

Now, I had never un-friended someone before, even though my list of friends is highly varied from the blog connections to the real life they-know-things-about-me-I-wouldn't-like-to-remember category, and I very recently learned about how I had been wronged by one of my Facebook friends. Badly. So badly this person's very name makes my blood boil with frustration and unrequited justice. So, I un-friended this person. Without warning. But, my reasons may not be the same as being un-friended by my high school friend. This bad seed that I tossed out of my links list knows exactly what they did. I may not get my justice, but damn straight, I made the decision to end the connection, not them. And you know what? It felt AMAZING.

While my parents were over for the weekend, we were discussing possible places to go for dinner on Saturday night. Tossing the suggestions around, John offered a Greek place he had been to before with his friend Trevor and raved about it.
"Sounds good, but what about Sprite? Would they have a kids meal for her?"
"I'm sure they'll have something she can eat, Jen."
"Maybe a peppy cartoon character named Kalamata?" I responded.
"Like the Greek version of a Happy Meal," my dad added.
"A Happy Hummus Meal!" I crowed.
John watched my father and I lose it and shook his head. "The two of you just egg each other on."
He's right. If my father and I are in the right mood, we get stupid over word play.
(Although I have to wonder what kind of toy they would offer in the kiddie meal, a child friendly olive pitter?)

My gym is now changing the sign up schedule for classes since there have been a number of no show's and cancellations which apparently screw up the class size and turn away potential victimsstudents. Things came to a head a few Saturdays ago when I arrived for Spin Class and the gym was still closed. As the number of students grew, waiting for the doors to be unlocked, I counted heads and arrived at a number well over the maximum ten. Sensing trouble, when the doors finally opened at 8:05 AM, already a late start, I booked it for a bike and staked my claim quickly. Of course, the remaining cycles were also claimed which left some people without a pedal to stand on. While women stood around and bickered back and forth about three obvious crashers, one of the crashers shot back that since they had shown up for the 7AM Boot Camp only to wait for a no show instructor, they were owed the spots in the class. Voices were raised, heads were counted, tempers were pushed. Finally, the Spin teacher, who was late herself, took attendance of the mostly women between 25-45 years old, and did her best to calm the class so we could finally get things started. At 8:20 AM.
Normally, I would let something like this go without thinking of the possible ways I could write it up, but yesterday, I watched my daughter's teacher manage to quiet a room full of chaotic 2-3 year olds in the span of 30 seconds with only her low voice and a gentle rhyme about listening.
Just goes to show you that sometimes toddlers are better behaved than adults.
Maybe I should teach the Spin instructor the rhyme?

Has anyone tried the Total Money Makeover? Some of the people in my office are raving about it. Any opinions would be appreciated.

You know what would also be appreciated? One million small, unmarked bills for me to stumble upon, preferably a good distance away from my home to deter unwanted attention, so I wouldn't need to look into the Total Money Makeover. It would definitely save me some reading time..

John got me a handheld 20X magnified mirror so I could keep up the clean up on my eyebrows. (If they call it manscaping for men, what do they call it for women? You know, besides SOMETHING THAT WE'VE BEEN DOING FOR YEARS IF ONLY TO AVOID BEING THE OBJECT OF RIDICULE? Just wondering.) I cannot get over this thing. When I checked my features, once I got over the immediate eye strain, I was fascinated to learn that I had hairs that I never even knew about. I am obsessed with it! Every day, I must check the upper region of my face to see what else I may have missed. And I thought that I had done a pretty good job taming the over-eye tresses. The mirror says no. Not only does it judge, it backs itself up with evidence. Note to self, carry tweezers PERMANENTLY. (I'm not even going to get started on my nose. I thought my complexion was actually pretty good. "Oh, you mean, those aren't freckles?" Do they still sell those nose stickers???)

Hey, Sprite? When you call out that you've hurt your head, foot, knee, elbow, eyes, nose, hair (Seriously? Hair?), please make sure I am not watching as you take your slow face plant. You may think that I have eyes in the back of my head, but you obviously don't. That's right, baby cakes, I see you. And save the call out for after the fall out. Yelling that you've hurt yourself BEFORE you take the header only makes me watch the supposed oopsie and hold back the required love fest to stop your (fake) tears.

And also, child of mine? Kisses are meant to soothe boo boos, chocolate candies do not contain any ow ie reducing balm. They give A's for effort, not M's. Nice try though.

Now, why don't you head on over to Keely'sfor a closer inspection of those Randomizers that are currently sweeping the Blogosphere clear of errant thoughts and errants hairs? I'll be right behind you! Just need to check my reflection one more time...

Comments

[K]

Happy random Tuesday.

Sucks about the classes at the gym. I hope they get the situation sorted out.

[Casey]

That gym sounds brutal, I think I'll steer my bike free of the spin classes for awhile longer.

I've been unfriended by two people on FB and I had a similar reaction since they're both people who friended me in the first place. One of them was Jamie's ex so that wasn't a big deal but still... what's the deal?!? I unfriended some folks and it felt nice, like you said.

[carrie]

I was unfriended as well and it felt like high school all over again. So, i turned the tables, did it is a few and felt much better...... just like high school.

[Robin]

Oh my gah, that mirror would be the end of me. No need to see these wrinkles up close. I repeat, NO NEED!
PS- The whole FB random friending/unfriending is a lot like high school, dontcha think?

[Jan]

The two people who've found me from high school on Facebook wouldn't bother me a bit if they un-unfriended me (or whatever it's called). All the rest of my friends are people I interact with on a daily basis, so I know how to track them down and ask them what the hell is going on.

So, did Sprite like the Greek restaurant?

[Mama Badger]

Eh, FB friends come and go. I was unfriended by a few people who said they had "quit" FB when it changed it's rules, only to come back when they changed their minds again. Whatever.

FYI, Dave Ramsey is to finance what Dr. Phil is to healthy living. Both give good (if somewhat obvious) advice, mostly. Like any kind of fad diet, it works if you stick to his strict rules. If you can't, no good. It's not a real long term solution unless you're really ready to change all your spending and saving habits (much like a diet won't work unless you're really ready to change your eating and excersizing habits PERMANENTLY).

[Elle]

The whole FB thing is like high school. I was friended by someone from high school and I'm not sure why I accepted. She's one of those compliment/putdown people. You know, You look great. Not everyone can wear clothes like that. She also stalked me over to twitter. I've been waffling about blocking her and unfriending her but haven't done it yet. I liked your dollarsaur joke.

[GiGi @ Incrementum]

Very nice elaborate random blog you have going on here my friend.

I too get dumped online often for lack of attention to those time monopolizing games since I have my time monopolized by other things like my new obsession with technology (which will soon fry my brain) and Sprite singing Itsy Bitsy Spider.

[mrsbear]

Facebook messes with my head for some reason. Like I don't have enough neurosis to deal with, now I have to agonize over why someone I haven't seen or spoken to in more than a decade hasn't approved my friend request but did approve the people I suggested she befriend. Ugh.

I don't use the supermagnified mirror, although I did put my daughter's Eye-Clops up to my face once, only to discover tree like stalks of hair growing out of my follicles in wide-screen format. 100x face magnification shouldn't be experienced by anyone.

[Snooker]

Dollarsaur was cute. Sorry the gang didn't appreciate it.

And oh, the un-friending, don't let it get you down. We are SO beyond high school.

[Kingsmom]

I've missed you. Happy Tuesday.

[Casey]

Hah, you miss HASAY? Pretty soon you'll be knocked up again (if you're not already and withholding information) and you'll have to join TABAY.

Well discuss HASAY extensively when we meet up in August. Over food, of course.

[Kirsty]

My sister just untwittered and unfacebooked our SIL, because she was entertaining gossip about her. Shame really since my sis is the one who tries to keep her and my brother part of the family. See, everyone else has pretty much been burned one to many times by her and have given up trying. Ach well, chalk it up as a good thing, drama you don't need.

Awww are you and Casey meeting up in August? Jealous! lol We should do a local get together, bet it would be lots fun!

[jenni]

i'm kind of curious about the total money make over myself.

and oscar pulls the same stunt with the "falling" and crying hurt whatever. and at bedtie, he points to old scabs and starts saying, "Hurt boo boo! hurt boo-boo!" like that week old scab still hurts.

[Sam]

Rye calls a monster "nosser". I'm going to miss that. Sigh.
You're going to have to break up with me, because I would NEVAH unfriend you. Just sayin'.
PS I am DYING to know who pissed you off. SPILL.

[Krystal]

I am with you on teaching the instructor the little rhyme - it would be fun to see that happen! LOL

[Pseudo]

So far, I have only friended people I want to get in touch with/stay in touch with.

So...what did Sprite eat? Hummus and pita?

[Maureen at IslandRoar]

Just wait a few years till you need the mirror to put on eye makeup. Yes, sad but true.
That "un-friending" deal sucks.

[Kyooty]

hahaha heehhehe the purposeful face plant, and the purposed unfacebook! ugh! so many people so little time and they all want on the bikes!

[Captain Dumbass]

I think I'd like to unfriend everybody I actually went to school with. I talk to fellow blogger more than anyone else I know. Ok, I hardly talk to anybody because I don't really like FB, but you know what I mean.

[blueviolet]

I think the only people I'm connected to on facebook are bloggers. I'd probably ignore requests from anybody I "really" know. =:o

[ren]

really enjoyed your post. ah - just one more reason that i don't facebook. personally, i don't get it, like i don't have enough going on in my life to worry about that petty sh*$. if i want to stay in touch with people, i'll use phone or email.

[Lisa (jonnysmommy)]

I unfriended someone and then added her again. We never spoke of it again and she didn't ask why I'd asked to be her friend again. It really had nothing to do with not liking her, I was just sick of listening to her complain about her job all the time. LIstening? I meant reading about it...but you know...whatever. It's late and I'm busy doing 'nothing' on vacation! Yawwwwn!

[Jenn]

Sooo, you want to teach me that magical rhyme? I teach 1-2 year olds and we NEED a rhyme. Badly. A LOT.
*ahem*
Not that I'm desperate or anything...

[Rachel]

Wow, I have all kinds of comments!

We have two (naturally) of those two headed dinosaurs. Which means that we have to listen to both the "happy" growl and the "cranky" growl, a horrific amount. blech.

I got unfriended too! And even though I have no idea when it happened, it could have been months ago for all I noticed, I'm surprised at how much it bothered me. I think his wife was behind it, there's some history there, but I had not closuuuuuuuuuuure.

I have also noticed that a group of adults can behave much worse than a group of kids could ever. And you can't put anyone in time out.

I stay away from those mirrors, for the lone reason that I also get obsessed. And I already carry tweezers every where with me, so things could only get unhealthier if I had regualr access to one.