Tuesday, June 7, 2011

I Want To Be A Crappy Housewife

First I'd like to address how craptastic Blogger is - apparently very few people can actually comment on my blog, and I get e-mails all day from people who are like, "What the hell?  I had something really funny to say and I lost it!" and then I'm all "What the hell?  I want to read some funny comments and Blogger ruined it!" and oddly enough I'm tracing the latest issue with commenting back to when I took off the word verification. 

Then I started noticing the ads for the dating sites and Hot Mormons Who Want to Do You, and I realized that I no longer really control my own damn blog.   I notice that some days I have hundreds of page views, and no comments, which doesn't really add up.  If it's any consolation, there are days I can't comment on my own blog.  I'm looking for a new host site, so I can crash the whole thing and start over with just my mom and her two non-English speaking co-workers reading it.

Before we go any farther here, you really need to see this to make sense of it all:



Oh yes.  This is the kind of thing that just makes my day.
Thank God for Norwegian pop-star-wannabes.

There are so many layers of wrong here, but I'm going to tell you Tonje, from watching that video, I'm thinking your only three career options in life right now are:

1)  Badly kept and bitter mistress.
2)  Customer Service Rep
3)  Crappy Housewife

I can see that instead of being a crappy housewife, you prefer to be a crappy lip-syncher.  I particularly love the two douchebags who get out of the Corvette (when is the last time you saw a Corvette in a music video???) in their work boots and stainless steel chains and Fresh Prince hats, they are mouthing something no one can hear, and then give the worst rap ever recorded on You Tube in front of six of their closest friends.

Before you go getting all judgemental, I have news for you Tonje:

Being a crappy housewife is the
BEST. GIG. IN. THE. WORLD. 

Since long sentences are hard for you, let's bullet this one out:
  • You don't have to show up at a crappy job.
  • You don't have to shower that often.
  • Fuzzy bathrobe and rollers, standard.
  • Scotch on the rocks for breakfast.
  • Dog shit on the floor? Leave it.
  • Chicken pot pie is the best you can do.
  • People EXPECT you to swear.
  • Those dishes might actually wash themselves. 
It's my understanding that the expectation level of a crappy housewife is pretty low, but the rewards are very high.  I'm going to tell you right now that when Breaking Dawn came out, I spent two solid days drinking merlot, ordering pizza and shushing people, and it was among some of the best 48-hour periods of my life.

So Tonje, as your American friend, let me ask you to reconsider.  Being a crappy housewife might be just the ticket.  You are one unplanned pregnancy away from your dream job.


10 comments:

SarcasmInAction said...

WOW. That is just... bad.
Almost makes me embarrassed to be part Norwegian.
And human.
UGH.

NerdGirl said...

That video looks like a sad reject from the SNL digital shorts collection.

lila Check said...

I wanna be one of them too!! hahaha
...Please lets start a club and we can all swap tips about being a crappy housewife!! hahaha
love your post today...if is any consolation,I do have same problem with Blogger... blogger is a master on being a Crappy server.
xoxo
lila

Echo said...

ive been having trouble latley leaving comments for people too, wtf? lol. and yep, im with you, most days im a crappy housewife, but most days im an pretty ok mom, so i guess it all evens out. :)

Padded Cell Princess said...

If she doesn't want to be a crappy housewife then she should look into being a decent go-go dancer (could be her next big hit!). I'm surprised this song didn't make it to Eurovision. Oh, and I thought of another bonus to being a crappy housewife, you can get away with not shaving your legs for a lot longer than you think!

Nicole said...

If you go please, please take me with you. I've invested many a long work day reading your blog from day 1. As for crappy housewives...you are my idol! :o)

Nicole said...

And I've noticed it won't let me post a comment if I try to use my Google Account ID or Blogger ID...???

Craftwhack said...

It's so awesome being a crappy housewife. But. Throwing kids into the mix makes you have to actually work some, so it's great if you can finagle some day care into the whole scenario.

P.S. I'm really happy with Host Gator as my host and Wordpress.org for my site. (It's only been a couple of months, but so far, so good!)

GrandeMocha said...

That video is so bad it is fun!

Christy The Mom said...

I don't know what just happened. I saw a chick with a stellar mullet and then everything else went hazy. For serious... that hair was amazing.

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