Wendy! It’s NOT TOO LATE! We missed the dinner category entries…but we can still jump on the dessert band wagon! Yes, yes, we will gain weight. And yeah, the kids will get tired of eating Crescent Rolls bent into weird shapes and slathered in Timtella (Trademark Pending) Sauce. But WE CAN’T QUIT NOW! We have too many years (not to mention the thousands we have spent) into this project. We just need to tweak a few ingredients…and the million dollar prize is ours! Unless the following is true…?
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It’s Pillsbury season! I smell a million dollars!
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Most Powerful Women?
Excuuuuuuse me? This is the list of the most powerful women in the world? Hello? Wendy? Where were we? How could they neglect to mention the Queen and Crown Princess of the United States of Marriage, Motherhood and Menopause? I ask you, what could they do all day that is any more harrowing than teaching their exceedingly blond daughter how to drive when they are suffering from Menopause Symptom number 16 (see bowel/bladder control problems)?
Don’t say complex political issues and difficult paperwork, because I’m not impressed. Do they have to deal with the ENDLESS RED TAPE associated with choosing which soccer photos to order—the deluxe pro-trading cards with 2 5×7, 1 8×10 4 wallet in a pear tree or the completely useless mini-mouse pad and bobble-head coffee mug combo—when they are simultaneously trying to recall the structure of a 5 paragraph essay, WHICH WAS DUE YESTERDAY, DEAR, while under the influence of a hot flash? I think not.
Here’s a snippet on these supposed “Power-Women”, from Fortune 500 magazine: There’s been plenty of turmoil atop Fortune’s annual Most Powerful Women list. Meg Whitman crashed the party, coming in at No. 9 when she became CEO of Hewlett-Packard. (As CEO of eBay, she was on the list from 1999 to 2007.)
What party? And why didn’t we crash it, Wendy? It would have been a perfect opportunity to take George Clooney with us and show him what he’s missing by dating kindergarteners! Let’s not let that happen again, okay? Plus, this Meg Whitman actually left eBay, the shopping-palooza event of the century to go work for HP? Gack.
While Oprah Winfrey fell 10 spots to No. 16, her power and influence in flux without the platform of her eponymous syndicated talk show. [sic]
Cry me a river. And okay, what does eponymous mean, anyway? I’m sure if we had to, we could totally be eponymous.
Perhaps the biggest change of all? Kraft CEO Irene Rosenfeld takes the No. 1 position from PepsiCo chief Indra Nooyi, who topped the list for five years. This ranking is all about power, and while Nooyi runs the bigger company, Rosenfeld’s decision to split Kraft into two entities shows she has it and knows how to use it.
It???
Try splitting an order of fries that nobody fights over, girls, now that takes skill. Here at Toohotmamas, we have it and we know how to use it, too. We just have to find ‘it’. And then… of course, use ‘it’.
So. Next year, Wendy, we’re gonna be on that list. Fortune 500, Schmortune Shmive-hundred! That’s right. Stand back, Irene. You. Me. My kid driving my minivan. On the freeway. Then we’ll see who can really hack it.
Carolyn
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Michael and Me…THIS Is It
Carolyn, my friend, partner in menopause, outer Lucy to my inner Ethel–
Thanks for yet another opportunity to claim my fifteen minutes of fame. Alas, I may be able to squeeze only sixty seconds out of this one.
True, I went to school with the Jacksons back in 1974…75? 76? Somewhere in there. However, dear Carolyn, I fear your excitement may have colored a few of the less salient facts, albeit ever-so-slightly. First of all, the Jacksons and my family did reside in the same county, but not in the same neighborhood. Nooo, that would be like saying Secretariat and Penny Chenery lived in the same house. (Secretariat=barn; Ms. Chenery=rambling country estate, if you get my drift).
Neither is it wholly accurate to suggest I hung out at Michael’s house, because…well, I didn’t. Never saw the place. My brother did, though. Once. Michael wasn’t there, but knowing my brother loved pinball machines, he invited Matthew to play in the Jackson’s home arcade. Continue reading
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THE GIRL WITH THE DEAD TATTOO
I just finished reading The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo by Steig Larsson. Have you heard of this book? If not, you live under a rock.
Anyway, I’m always a day late and a dollar short with my plots, it seems, for I could not believe my eyes. I just wrote a book exactly like it! Well, okay, there were some variations. My hero was a cat. And I didn’t do that whole computer hacking subplot, although there was some hairball hacking at one pivotal point. Another difference is how my cat didn’t, you know, cat around with the astounding frequency and variety of Stieg’s randy characters.
But come on! Why 27 bazillion books in print? Why #1 on the best seller list? Why not us, WENDY? I’ll tell you why! We’re ALIVE, that’s why. (That, and I’m just returning to my writing career after a rather protracted maternity leave, but that’s beside the point). Apparently, now days, it really helps to hit the lists and get those movie deals if you’re dead. Yeah. I’m talking about you, J.R.R. Tolkien.
Sadly, Stieg Larsson died of heart failure at the tender young age of 50, before he ever had a chance to enjoy his amazing success. Or…did he? Hmmm. Let’s see. What would be his cut of 100 gogillion dollars be? Even if it was only 6 %, we’re talking 6 gogillion dollars, give or take. Certainly enough to retire on.
So Wendy, I’m seriously thinking about staging my death in an effort to give my career a much-needed boost. (Don’t worry. I’ll still help with the blog). Others have successfully done it. Remember D.B. Cooper? I’d never heard of him before he “died”. And how many of you out there have seen Elvis at Wal-Mart? Yes? I thought so. I’m not certain yet, how I want to “go”. I’m sure my hubby would cheerfully help. My teenagers, too. I see the dollar signs in their eyes when I’m particularly menopausal.
I’ll keep you posted from the ‘great-beyond’ at Wal-Mart.
Carolyn
Open Letter to John Lilly, head of Pillsbury North America…or We’re not bitter, part II
Dear Mr. Lilly:
Today I received yet another in a recent onslaught of emails from Pillsbury offering me “fabulous” recipes and coupons for your products so that I might effectively execute said recipes. I believe I can speak for my friend Carolyn when I say that we are more likely to eat the goopy stuff that collects in the corner of dogs’ eyes than to slam back one more poppin’ fresh anything.
It cannot have escaped your notice that in all fifty states and parts of Canada people have been ingesting dangerous amounts of your dough boy in an effort to better their circumstances. The Pillsbury Bake-Off gave us all hope. Hope, sir, that even in the face of our husband’s laughter, our children’s tummy aches, unstable blood sugar and alarming increases in dental caries we might win a new refrigerator or perhaps a trip to the Magic Kingdom. For months we fell asleep dreaming of new uses for crescent rolls then awoke like children on Christmas morning, eager as all get out to see if we had e-mail. Did Pillsbury like the Money Bunz? we wondered. Did the Cookie Fries make them smile?? (And by the way, I have never seen anyone work with more single-minded focus than Carolyn Zane did when she perfected Cookie Catsup. Her kids weren’t allowed to eat anything else for days.)
But we heard nothing–not a word, not a peep, not a giggle from the dough boy–to acknowledge our hard work and self-sacrifice in making your contest a success.
Yeah, I know you’re busy; we’re all busy. Carolyn and I should have been writing books last spring, but did we? Nooo. We put the 65th annual Pillsbury Bake-Off first. We would appreciate a little acknowledgment, not another e-mail about Topsy Turvy Apple Pie and Chicken Nugget casserole or whatever that last one was. Yuck. (Did you even taste our tofu quiche? Oprah would have loved it.)
All right, look, here’s the deal: We’ve got your dough boy. If you want him back in one yeasty piece, cease and desist all further emails unless it’s to say THANK YOU, LADIES from the bottom of your heart. I mean it. We will eat that little dough man bit by bit, starting with his puffy white fingers (where are his fingers, anyway?) for every self-promoting e-mail you send.
With all due respect, take your head out, John: No one who has spent a hundred gazillion hours and most of their children’s college fund entering your Bake-Off wants to try last year’s recipe for Maple-glazed Green Giant Spinach crescent rolls. I’m just saying.
Best,
Wendy
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