And now, it's time for a laugh

Poker Chick continues to scour the blogosphere. This post admonishing frivolous lawsuits made her laugh out loud so maybe it will do the same for you. We're beginning to fantasize now...Poker Chick v. mean old bus lady....

How do you kiss your kids goodnight?

Note: This post is intended to be a clean and honest discussion about a common but odd parenting question. Any perverts out there that think otherwise need not respond.

All you parents out there (hopefully) kiss your kids. Where you may differ is how. Poker Chick, for example, aside from not being especially touchy-feely, is also not a mouth kisser. Cheek. Forehead. Nose. Bellybutton. All fine. But not mouth. It just feels odd to her and her parents weren't like that. As such, you peeps best not be kissing the mini on her mouth either.

With your kid, however, you can do whatever the heck you want. Some close friends of Poker Chick's do exactly that. They kiss both their boy and girl on the mouth and don't think anything of it. Now, before you pass judgement you should know these are rational, educated people and also great parents with great kids. They were raised that way and they both seem to have come out all right. If that's how they roll, who are we to judge?

Poker Chick was together with these friends the other day and it came out that they did not realize there were people out there that did not kiss their kids on the lips. Similarly, other friends in this discussion had a theory that they were also the only people they knew that did, in fact, do the kissing on the mouth thing.

Poker Chick believes that both schools exist in droves. So, peeps, speak! Take the anonymous survey (right) and let the world know!  

People understand life with allergies?

Believe it or not, one of the ways to make Poker Chick ecstatic is to put her in the company of those that "get" living with food allergies. Want to send her over the edge? Offer her an allergy-friendly restaurant in NYC the mini can actually eat in. With great joy, we present this blog, that we just stumbled upon. Here's hoping it creates euphoria for someone else too.

It's gonna be a bad, bad, non-shiny day

There are some days where as soon as they start you know they're not headed anyplace good. Certain things happen and you just get that feeling where you know the sooner you can get through the day, the better. You know where we're going with this.

Today was one of those days.

It started with a shaving cut. Not a regular one either. Like, you're in the shower, then the door opens and you get distracted, and the next thing you know the weapon you're holding in your hand just cut out a nice chunk of skin on your leg. Men out there might be rolling your eyes. But when you cut your face, you don't have to rinse off soap and shampoo into the wound. Try doing that without screaming. I dare you.

30 minutes later the bleeding finally stopped long enough to get a bandage on it. The rest of the morning was somewhat routine, until the am commute. I rode the bus to use the time to return a phone call to another mommy. Ordinarily, this would make for a good day. I was actually returning a call. Organizing. Things were good.

So leave it to the old lady in the seat in front of her to turn around and say in a nasty tone "You know, that's so annoying.".

Are you f*cking kidding me? It's not like I'm talking about my big score last night or anything. I'm a working mother. This is the only time I have. Buzz off, lady.

Somehow, without giving it a second thought, I replied immediately (and loudly enough for the whole bus to hear), "Too bad. I'm not here to entertain you."

Oh no she di'int.

Oh yeah she did. Who cared? I was pissed and the bitch deserved it. Still, it meant I walked into work having already had a lousy morning.

Back to back meetings later (with a 2pm break for a PB&J sandwich that took an hour to eat as she could only take bites here and there during conference calls) and the rest of the day predictably sucked. And here I am at 9:12 pm taking a break from work to eat dinner before working again. Except I can't eat my dinner because despite ordering a HAMburger the stupid peeps brought me a CHEESEburger. Do they sound like the same thing? No. But here I sit, waiting for them to half cook a new one, spit in it, and run it on over over the course of an hour or so.

Dear g-d, please let this be as bad as it gets today.

Crap. Turns out it does, in fact, get worse.

Bed.....soon. Tomorrow can't come fast enough.

Search Me

Today the founders of Wikipedia launched a new search engine. Play around with user-generated search, peeps! Go ahead and search for Poker Chick. We dare you to edit any of the search results.