Sometime last week Leo and Badger were bored and looking for a way to be destructive. They each took two plastic cereal bowls out of the kitchen and taped them together with scotch tape, creating what you might call a poor mans ball. They then decided to color on them, drawing faces and hair transforming these globes into human heads. Leo briefly filled his with water to simulate blood and brains, but that plan was quickly vetoed by the clean up police…aka, me. But he made it clear to me that if his own beautiful blond bigger-than-average size head ever got removed in a tragic “head-offing accident”, that he wanted it replaced with the plastic bowl head he had just created. The kid seriously watches too much TV.
Badger named his bowl head Anakin (thanks Star Wars) and has been carrying it around with him everywhere. In the car, the store, to the park, and to bed. Anakin is his new best friend. Badger has always had a good crew of imaginary friends. Sometime during his second year of life Shawn, Jake, T-Bone, and Emily started coming to play every day. These guys don’t usually take form, the way Anakin has with his plastic and tape body, which makes them easy to step on and offend yet equally as easy to ignore. Frankly I really enjoy when Badgers friends are over playing because they are quiet and don’t eat all my snacks the way the friends with heartbeats do. Even though occasionally they persuade Badger to cause trouble, especially that Jake, he’s always telling Badger to dump out all his toys or eat candy for breakfast. But Anakin, being a polite plastic bowl head, is a welcome addition to the imaginary crew.
Last night I was sitting at the kitchen table helping Sunny finish up her three hour homework session, and the boys were running around playing swords and enjoying being out of the watchful eye of the clean up police. Suddenly Leo came running into the kitchen, holding a large plastic sword with plastic Anakin rolling at his feet, and Badger trailing closely behind. Leo raised his arm up back behind his head, and in one swift chopping motion he sliced little Anakin, causing the tape to detach and two separate little bowls to go rolling in opposite directions across the tile.
Badger then screamed a scream so loud that every small animal in a five mile radius instantly suffered brain damage. He then yelled “Leo, how could you? YOU JUST KILLED MY FRIEND!”
And Leo, who was very clearly sorry yet confused at the same time, tried to make things right by pointing out the obvious truth, ” It’s just an inanimate object, don’t you know?”
He didn’t know.
In order to celebrate the unofficial one year anniversary of Dirty Dishes I decided to make some changes to the site. I got the new blogger beta thingy and I’m trying that on for size. I’m also going do as my son Badger would and walk up to a giant mirror, turn around, smack my ass, and stick out my tongue.
I don’t really watch very much TV (unless you count Spongebob because I watch a shitload of Spongebob) probably because I don’t really have the time or the brain cells to waste on a lot of insipid crime and medical dramas not to mention what passes for comedy these days. However, while I am by no means a reality TV junkie (not that there is ANYTHING wrong with you if you are) I do enjoy the occasional reality TV show.
For example: I was sick, and I mean sick!, for the first two seasons of American Idol, but somewhere in the middle of Fantasia’s rise to the top I lost interest and have never looked back. I really enjoyed both seasons of The Biggest Loser. And I am now currently in love with the E! Network’s inside look at the lives of Hugh Hefner’s three girlfriends called The Girls Next Door. Why I love this show so much is a little hard for me to explain. While it is true that these girls are not among the most intelligent or even interesting people I have ever watched on TV, I love that they are out there somewhere living their life in the way they want with no apologies, perhaps the way you can only if you live in southern California. I also love the fact that Hef is openly engaging in a widely accepted polyamorous relationship. It gives me hope that some day all relationship models, straight, gay, or multiple people, can be recognized and accepted in this country. Plus the girls are pretty hot.
And for the last three months, like so many teenyboppers the world over, I have been addicted to a little show called Rockstar: Supernova. It’s easy to see why I would love this show so much. It’s rock and roll people! And Dave Navarro. What’s not to love? So for a whole HOUR every Tuesday and Wednesday for these last few months I watched and fell in love with Lukas, Dilana, and Toby (oh, Toby!) and I equally hated Storm and Jill. And don’t even get me started on the human car crash that was Zayra! I was rooting for Toby to win, but when they chose Lukas instead I was happy. But now it’s over. And this is the problem with reality TV everybody, when it’s over it’s really over. Sure next summer there will be another incarnation of Rockstar, but there will be a new band and new contestants and will I like them as much? Can I even hope to? Naturally I’m skeptical.
Today is Tuesday. The first Tuesday with out my Rockstar and I’m trying to face the reality that I have to do something instead of watching Jason Newstead be really cute and dorky. I’m going to be forced to clean my house, help my kids do homework, or do the fucking dishes.
“Mom, did you know that you look like a big sister and not a mom? Dad looks like a dad, but you just look like a big sister. I’m going to call you my big sister from now on.”
-my son Badger
Although I didn’t have any expectations about what Burning Man would be like, except possibly the assurance that I would see more ugly naked people than I could even imagine, I have to say I really enjoyed myself. Where else could I have seen the following:














