Thursday, March 15, 2012

Taco heartbreak on the street of dreams

Wow, comment posse.  I asked, "Is anybody out there?" and you all stood up, waved your arms, and jumped up and down.  As a thank-you for being awesome,  here's a funny picture, courtesy of my Facebook friend, the spanking Santa --

It's the best thing ever to come out of Facebook

We experienced a sad loss recently.  It's the taco bus.  The taco bus is not in its usual spot and has seemingly disappeared into the dark, lonely night.  The neighborhood is abuzz with rumors about why it went away, why it left us all alone.  The most popular rumor is the owners were being pressured by thugs for "protection money" and either got scared or sick of it and left.  I don't believe in negotiating with thug terrorists, but damn... I probably would have offered a few bucks to protect my tacos.

I'll never forget you, sweet little carne asada beauty with extra cilantro and spicy sauce.  I'm sorry the sh*tty people of the world made you leave.  They always ruin the good stuff for everybody else.

Lucien lost his self-manager badge almost immediately at school Monday.  He was not too upset about it because 1.) same-old same-old, and 2) he had a plan B -- when he got home he fetched paper and scissors and made a new self-manager badge.  His plan was to take it to school the next day and say, "What do you mean, I got my badge taken away, Ms. Teacher?  It's right here!  Can't you see it?"

Good plan, Loosh.  No one will suspect a thing.  Now if you could just manage to get it over your head without ripping the paper...

Lucien has also taken to wearing his jacket backwards.  If it's raining, he puts his hood up, which covers his face, so he has to hold onto my arm for the walk home from the bus stop.  He trips a lot on account of not being able to see a damn thing, which sometimes makes us both fall down.  Coco's like, "You guys are freaks," and walks on ahead like she doesn't know the people on the ground.


I cut Coco's hair.  I was going for Mia Farrow in Rosemary's Baby until Alex took the scissors away and said, "Stop that." I guess everyone can't be a fan of the pixie (or haircuts on their baby girls inspired by movies about devil spawn) --

that's "the look" that tells us even though this one is quieter than the other one, we're still totally screwed.


I went out Tuesday night with Seattle Mom and two British guys from "The Street of Dreams" -- that's what Brit One called the street where they all live, which is also the street of The Goddamn House, so I'm going to adopt it as another stupid blog label.

We joined Brit One and Brit Two (neighbors from the Street of Dreams!) at their favorite bar for trivia night.  Our team didn't do so well.  I wish we knew more about Hard Drugs and Anatomy.

I took the following notes that night so I could remember stuff for the blog.  I'm sure these things were hilarious at the time but I'll be damned if I can remember the context for any of them.  Brit One said at one point, "My God, woman, you've got the attention span of a fruit fly," so that might be part of the problem.

Anyway, for what it's worth, these are my notes --  "The English gave us syphilis.   F*cking idiot from Yorkshire, it's always a pleasure.  Daft cow.  Throwing out toys with the pram.  He's got a strap-on."

Whatever the hell all that was about, sounds like a fun night to me!

I drove everyone home.  We were parked in a dark gravel parking lot and I didn't see the railroad tie parking space divider thing in front of the car, so tried to pull forward to leave.  I smacked right into that railroad tie thing, which compelled Brit Two to yell in his strong English accent, "Now MJ, ya don't want to be doing that, now do ya?"  Brit One yelled something like, "STOP GOING FORWARD" and Seattle Mom just kind of yelled in general. 

Sheesh, you'd have thought we were the Titanic and I'd just struck the iceberg with the level of pandemonium in the car.  I was like, "People, chill, I got this, I know how to go backwards, too" but from that point on they didn't trust me and were horrible backseat drivers all the way home.  Next time I'm going to put them all in cabs.

 I'M the menace?  No, YOU'RE the menace!

Goodbye, awesome posse.  See you after the taco candlelight vigil,
MJ

38 comments:

  1. Coco is just too cute. You ARE in trouble, with that look!
    Lucien always cracks me up, you probably could write the whole blog just about him.
    I hope that taco bus comes to my neighborhood, too bad for you guys!

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    1. Thanks, Lou, and yes, so screwed! I could easily write a whole blog about Lucien but I don't want to be one of "those moms" who think everything their kid does is noteworthy. Because it's not. So I just try to stick to the greatest hits.

      If you see the taco bus, give it a hug for me. So, so sad.

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  2. Noooo! Taco bus! Wherefore art thou?

    Just make sure if Lucien falls over that nobody tries to twist his head the right way round.

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    1. Why is it that I'm suddenly hearing that little music from The Exorcist in my head..?

      Dudu dudu dududu du dudu dudu;)

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    2. Oh... and the pugnacious octopus is timeless;)

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    3. Bec, thanks for feeling my pain. Duchesse, I'm hearing it, too.

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  3. I think the backward jacket and hood over the face is a little boy right of passage?! My son did the same thing for awhile.... Maybe Loosh needs one of these( http://www.zumiez.com/volcom-boys-peppers-charcoal-stripe-facezip-hoodie.html) and that way no one would get hurt.

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    1. Marieanne...that thing is the most terrifying piece of children's apparel I've ever seen. Did you get one for your boy? OMG.

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  4. I'd like to observe a minute of silence for the taco truck...

    OK, now that I got that our of my system, Coco looks both incredibly cute and frighteningly evil in that pic;)

    Good move on the badge, Loosh! You're resourceful, I have to give you that!;)

    In two months exactly, I'll be on a plane to Canada! Time sure flies!:) If you hear of a mini earthquake in the Ottawa Valley on the 16th of May, Debs, you'll know what it's about;)

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    1. ALL OF CANADA awaits you your grace....

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    2. Hi Duchesse, thanks for the minute of silence. It's surprising how badly I've taken the whole thing. I love tacos a lot more than I thought I did, apparently.

      Coco is terrifying. In an entirely different way from her bro. We can't grow 'em normal.

      TWO MONTHS! Wow. It's almost over.... and look at that, Debbie's already rolling out the red carpet.

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  5. I look very much forward to the tales of Coco who is clearly planning... something. That look says anything from world domination to knowing what happened to the taco van.

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    1. Jenn. HA. You know, it's not a stretch to say Coco may have had something to do with the disappearance of the taco truck. She's a quiet planner, that one. Maybe she got sick of 'em?

      Bye, Jenn!

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  6. Mme Cokes in the pixy cut ...reminds me of me back in the day..my mother just didn't want to have to deal with my crazy hair ..and let's face it who does?...very cute...very Michelle Williams

    The Loosh with his coat on backwards..is he from another planet maybe?..could be...you are just his hosts.

    "she's got a strap on"...love it...next time start talking about Coronation Street and they will think you're well in...

    have a good weekend..hope the sun is shining...in the mid 70's here...where did I leave those flip flops?

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    1. Debbie! Ooooh... Michelle Williams, good call. I should have sold it to Al as that instead of "demon spawn movie."

      Loosh is likely from another planet. What is with that kid.

      Coronation Street... got it. The sun is kind of shining today. Rained all morning, now beautiful, who knows what it will be doing in five minutes. Love the Pac NW.

      Bye, Debbie!

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  7. MJ, I've been sadly lacking in my comment posting lately, due to working in an actual office a few days a week instead of at my own house. But I wanted to tell ya that your blog is something I look forward to reading every week, when I'm safely working from home again, and I can read whatever the hell I want to without someone looking over my shoulder and asking, "are we paying you to read that blog?" Keep 'em coming, girl, cause, damn, you're funny! :-)

    Cheers from St. Paul! -Jenni

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    1. Jenni B., that's quite all right, come visit when you can, don't get fired or anything. I wish a job existed where people got paid to read blogs. Does that kind of job exist? I'd be pretty good at it.

      Bye, St. Paul Jenni B.!

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  8. The drunk octo - creativity at its finest!!

    And Luicen's wearing his coat backward is a demo in creativity.
    Hopefully, the earlly rumblings of a genius at work.
    Nobody ever got rich thinking conventionally.

    Aiiee carumba!!!!. I feel your pain over the loss of your vehicular taco dispenser. And I'm with you on the extra cilantro. gooood stuff!! Maybe the Smithsonian bought it for museum display.

    Most likely, he was driven out by thugs and extortionists. Goes by the name of 'government'. They have thousands of pages of rules and demand lots of money for lots of licenses, registrations, nspections, zoning compliance and 'miscellaneous' fees. He probably had to submit a hazardous material disposal plan in the event of a burnt taco. He got fed up and just drove away. Now you're not getting fed up.

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    1. Hello there, Bill. If no one ever got rich thinking conventionally, we should have a billionaire on our hands. Kid is out there sometimes, but he's good fun.

      Vehicular taco dispenser? Why didn't I think of that?

      No government red tape at fault, though. The City of Seattle loves its food trucks, and has recently passed rules that make it easier to own and operate them, not harder. Nope, this definitely appears to be the work of local street thugs shaking people down. Like I said before... the C.D. is no rosy suburb....

      Bye, Bill!

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  9. Aw, light a candle for me too at the taco vigil. I always grieve for taco trucks.
    Loving Coco's cute and sinister look.

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    1. I'm grieving, too, Mrs. H. The taco truck was gone way before its time.

      Sinister. Good word.
      Bye!

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  10. Can I be a (late) member of the comment posse too? Love your blog...and your hair-cutting skills!

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    1. You betcha, NRenee. Welcome to the blog motorcycle gang, happy to have you around.

      It takes me a full day to cut Coco's hair. She's a moving target. I get to make three to four cuts at most before she's off running again. Then I have to wait, catch her unaware again an hour later.... would probably be easier to just take her to a salon but meh...

      Welcome aboard again.

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  11. WHAT????? So the other "day that turned into night" when the taco bus left, it left forever? I lived dangerously AND I ate chicken!
    Are you saying I'm never getting my taco?... WHAT????

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    1. Rhonda, can you believe it? You were the last one to see the taco truck standing! I pointed it out on the way to the Street of Dreams, then just a few hours later (and with you still being held captive by us on the crazy train) it was gone. It's unthinkable.

      I'm sorry you never got your taco. I, of course, would have bought you a CHICKEN one. cluck cluck.

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  12. My heart bleeds for the taco truck. I have a friend who owns a taco truck in Indianapolis. I will send him your way if you'll cover the gas.

    I'm totally going to find other drunk octopi and warn people with similar inscriptions and will credit your blog. Think of all the posse members we'll come up with! Remember, rule one of drunk octopi fight club is that nobody talks about drunk octopi fight club. Is that funny? I can't decide. Been a long week. Better have a cocktail.

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    1. Hello Lb-meister. I am in need of a new taco truck, so sure, gimme your Indi friend.

      Bring on the octopus-recruited posse members. Oh, the fun we're all going to have!

      (Cracked up out loud at "is that funny? I can't decide." I know the feeling all too well...)

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    2. Hi MJ,
      I've been a silent but loyal reader for some time now, and am finally coming out of the woodwork to say: you are HYSTERICAL. seriously. I die laughing at every post. without a doubt one of the best blogs on the web. Thanks for entertaining the masses.

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    3. Thank you, Anonymous. You have just been elected President of Awesome. Welcome to the posse.

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  13. Love the Drunk Octopus! And sorry about the tacos. Should we blame Rhonda? She was the last one to see the truck. Someone is to blame, and it certainly can't be you, right MJ? (Sorry Rhonda. I'm kind of a pot stirrer...one of my many faults.)

    I make my own tacos here as I can't seem to find any I really like. (The Parisians have many faults too.) The problem with that? I make them ALL THE TIME. Chipotle needs to hurry up and open so I can go back to being an occasional user.

    Buy Lucien a poncho. That'll really screw him up.

    Hope you are well,
    StayingPositive

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    1. Yep, I'm blaming Rhonda. Chipotle in Paris, seriously? Awesome.

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  14. Shame on you! My mom made me have a pixie cut from the time I was 6 til 12 years old. Everyone thought I was a boy. I have not forgiven her and now I'm 43 and refuse to EVER CUT IT AGAIN.

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    1. I feel no shame. I am an unabashed fan of the pixie. Coco still wears her poofy-ass tutu everywhere she goes, so people either know she's a girl or think she's a boy wearing a tutu. Either way, I don't care and she don't care.

      She does have an ear-sticking-out issue though... so true, once she hits school age, kids will mercilessly go after those things if I don't hide 'em better. Then I'll do a mullet.

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  15. Thanks for the laughs, MJ. If you like that octopus you'll love these. http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2011/10/angry-octopusses-and-other-creatures.html

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    1. Hi Anon. Those were awesome. I'll never look at coat hooks the same way again. Thanks for that!

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  16. I have had the same problem while attempting to pull out of a parking spot. Only, I apparently was a little more zealous in applying the gas, as my car somehow ended up perfectly balanced on a low cement wall, with none of the wheels touching the ground. In broad daylight. A nice man in a large and windowless (although beautifully painted with lush palm trees) van drove over and tried to help by ramming my car with his van in an attempt to move my car. Needless to say, I was stuck waiting for AAA. Glad to hear I'm not the only one. :)

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  17. Holy hilarious. That door hook is OFF the hook. I just tweeted this mother. :)

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  18. Love Cokes new do. Divine. You should consider a second (third? fourth?) career in coiffing children. Just keep the scissors away from Fra. ;-)

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