Wednesday 30 November 2011

Cartoons getting older.

Well, we turned on the TV this morning to KidZone on channel 7. After that finished at 8 am (thanks a lot TVNZ), we switched over to FOUR, because that usually has cartoons on.

Now, before I go too far, I wish to apologise in advance to anyone who may get offended by this post, it is not meant to offend, but I know that its going to upset at least one person. And to you, whoever you are, I'm sorry.

So once FOUR gets its crap organised, a cartoon pops up. Nothing unusual, I hear you say. No, you're quite right, it's not. But I noticed that the characters name are familiar.

Oh hey, its the Rugrats kids. But they're all grown up. Well, they're now teenagers.

While I realise that many of you will be like 'well duh, that has been out since like 2003', we don't have Sky. Hence no Nickelodeon channel. So we've never seen it before.

So I'm watching the opening credits, and whether it was inattention, or I had turned around to say something to one of the (3) kids I seem to have in my house, I didn't see the credits for Tommys younger brother, Dil Pickles.

(Yes, you just read that correctly, and no, its not the aim of this post.)

I turned to Richard, and said to him that I wondered what happened to Tommys little brother.

"Cot death?" Was the reply I received.

Tuesday 29 November 2011

So we're at BK tonight...

I've got a part time job working with the election. I'm not doing anything exciting, but hey, the pay is good.

This is the first time that I've actually worked in over 3 years. I haven't worked since I went on maternity leave with Lochlan. So I'm feeling great, earning a bit of 'pin money', getting out and about, having actual adult conversations.

But, I'm also buggered. And I can't be bothered cooking the moment I walk in the door either. Richard has been fantastic, looking after both the boys so that I am able to do this, and he even got dinner cooked for me last night too. (Too bad I was too sick to eat it, but that's a story for another day). So I suggested that we go and get something completely unhealthy cooked for us, as a treat. Of course, it took Richard all of 3 milliseconds to decide, which was a resounding 'why not?'.

So after we picked up Lochlan from preschool, I asked Lochlan what he wanted for dinner. He said what nearly every child I know of would reply with when presented with that option.

"A burger, and chips, and sauce AND A NEW TOY!"

So after explaining to Richard that I had not instructed Lochlan in anyway to say that (I hadn't!), we had the usual argument. I like McDonalds, Richard doesn't. Wendys in Tauranga is nothing like the ones in Auckland, so that's out. KFC is waaaaaaaay too greasy for me (no gallbladder - greasy food and I are no longer friends), there is no Burger Wisconsin in Tauranga (sob!), so that left us with one option.

Burger King.

Now, I don't mind BK, but sometimes I find it... gross. I've got to be in the mood for it. I wasn't tonight, but in the interests of familial harmony, I just went along with it.

So we're there, eating our burgers. Lochlan, being a typical 3 year old, picks up his drink. Which he then drops.

Of course, I was too slow to catch it, due to having chips in one hand, and a burger in the other at the time. It bounced off his chair the right way up, to land on its side, on the ground.

Coke Zero everywhere.

So Richard gets up, grabs one of the 'bots', and asks for the manager. The manager comes over, sees the mess on the floor, and you see her eyes bug out and her face drop. You all know the look, the 'which god did I annoy to get this punishment today?' look.

Richard being Richard says:

"Hi, as you can see, my child has happened to your store."

The look on the managers face was priceless.

So... what is this blog about?

Well, this blog is actually the idea of several of my friends. My husband has Aspergers Syndrome, which is part of the Autism Spectrum. Because of the way that he is, he quite often comes out with real gems of wit, and plenty of people have said that I should collect them, so others can enjoy it.

Well, some will enjoy it. Others may feel the same as me, as in "Did I just hear (or read, as the case may be) that correctly?"

Some comments may seem inflammatory. Chances are, he probably said them to see if he could get a rise out of someone. Please don't get offended by them, they are not aimed at you, specifically. If they were, you would have already had the (mis)fortune of hearing them.

I aim to get one comment a day on here, sometimes more, sometimes I may not get on for a few days.

You'll just have to keep checking back.

Enjoy!