Wednesday, March 04, 2009

rassin' frassin'

I need to clean up my act. Especially when I drive, I frequently find myself in a situation where I feel the need to comment about another driver's, in my mind, bad or dangerous decision on the road. I curse. And with a five year-old in the back seat, I then apologize and put out the lame comment that she should never use that word or phrase, and Mommy shouldn't either. A band-aid.

It might be better in the long term to come up with some alternate phrasing. I don't see myself saying "shoot," or "dang," or "freakin'." I need something better than that. What about Muttley? In the cartoon "Wacky Races" from my childhood, there was a dog called Muttley, who was the sidekick to villain Dick Dastardly. He was frequently called upon to implement Dastardly's, well, dastardly plots to foil the other racers and their vehicles. Muttley was put upon by his master and sometimes could be heard to mutter "rassin' frassin' " under his breath to vent his frustrations. I think Yosemite Sam used to say it too. And maybe even the Jetson's Astro - I got sick of trying to translate his "Reorge!"

Maybe this could be my phrase and the kid's as well, because frustration and the need to vent will undoubtedly occur for both of us. A sort of alternative cursing, because I can't see myself not vocally expressing my frustrations. It doesn't have to be as colorful. Or I could just cuss in Italian. Any fun curse alternatives I need to add to my repertoire? Of course there's always authentic frontier gibberish...

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

it's almost over

Soon the snow will be just a memory. Hang in there, daffodils.

Monday, March 02, 2009

still snowing in D.C.

Riding the bus this morning reminded me why most days we drive - should it really take an hour to go downtown? And once a kid is over toddler age, folks are less likely to offer up a seat. After a few deep breaths we made it, and at least the snow, still falling, looks lovely.




It's supposed to be sixty degrees by the weekend.

Sunday, March 01, 2009

it ain't what you do...



...it's the way that you do it.

Today was one of those days where how I thought it would be ended up being something completely different: with getting a new car radio that was supposed to be compatible with the iPhone, that appeared to not actually be compatible, that ended up being OK after some artful complaining...

On the way home my daughter wanted to hear this song on repeat. Yes, I'm passing on my music sins to the next generation. I love Terry Hall, and the video is populated by 80s hair zombies. What more can you ask for?