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The Week in Review

by Wendi // March 1, 2011

MONDAY
Attend new exercise class taught by a lovely Brazilian woman who repeatedly screams, “WORK YOUR GLUTCHAS, LADIES!” while we do approximately 1,000 squats. She then gives us inflatable purple balls to put between our knees and loudly commands, “NOW SQUEEZE THE PUH-PURL BALLZ BETWEEN YOUR TIGHS! SQUEEZE THEM! SQUEEZE DA PUH-PURL BALLZ LADIES! GOOOOOD!”

Forty minutes later, I leave the class majorly disappointed because 1) I was panting far too heavily to get in even one “That’s what she said!” during the squeeze routine 2) my glutchas are totally killing me and 3) I smell like ball.

TUESDAY
Set aside time to answer the ton of fan emails I receive (ton = one every six months) because even though I am a huge internet star in Latvia, I still need the little people to keep me humble.

To WendiAarons.com,

Pretty helpful the article below. I simply stumbled upon your web page and desired to say that I’ve very favored learning your weblog posts. Any indicates I’ll be subscribing within your feed and I hope you publish after more quickly if you do better endeavors!!!

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Dear Golden-Showers-Info.net,

Thank you so much for your email. Remember, keep reaching for the stars, my friend, and you just might catch a sparkle!

Best,

Wendi

PS: I don’t know what you were doing in that photo you attached, but you probably need antibiotics.

WEDNESDAY
(Note: Wendi does not actually know what she did on this day, but there might have been some Benadryl involved.)

THURSDAY
At lunch, I tell my friend Jennifer that 18-year-old Dickens the Cat has always been happy being an indoor cat. Jennifer says this is because Dickens has “gone all Shawshank and shit and doesn’t know what life’s like on the outside.” I strongly disagree.

However, two days later, Dickens starts scratching at the door and frantically yowling to go out for the first time ever. I’m then shocked to find a jailhouse tat on her belly (“I ♥ Pussy”), a sharpened toothbrush next to her litter box and a clawed-out tunnel that starts in our dining room and ends in a Puerto Vallarta bait shop.

Therefore, because God knows the last thing I need is a feline prison riot on my hands, Dickens is now allowed 10-minutes of supervised time in the yard a day. But no cigs until she stops scratching the good couch.

FRIDAY AND SATURDAY
(See Wednesday.)

SUNDAY
Per our usual Sunday routine, my husband and I spend the morning relaxing, reading the paper and critiquing the local news reporters’ clothing choices. The boys happily play in the front yard.

Suddenly Jack runs inside and we sort of notice that he’s soaking wet. “That waterfall in the front yard is awesome!” he yells. “Glad to hear it,” I mutter, not looking up from the Target circular. “Now go play outside again.”

Ten minutes later, Sam bursts in the front door and he’s also completely wet. “Thanks for the fountain, you guys!” he laughs. “It’s so fun!”

Ten more minutes later, my husband finally says, “Why do people keep honking when they drive by our house? And do you hear water running? Maybe we should go take a look at what’s going on—right after we talk about that horrible safari jacket the weather lady’s trying to pull off. Oh, NO, baby! You look like a demented Girl Scout!”

When we finally do stand up and go outside, what we find is a broken sprinkler head that’s been gushing water 20 feet into the sky for the past 30 minutes. Making our house look like the suburban Bellagio:

With all of the repair and clean up that then ensued, it turned out to be a big pain the Glutchas for me. But it also turned out to be The Best Sunday Ever for the boys.

At least, that’s what I told Dickens before I threw her in The Hole for puking on the warden’s favorite pair of suede boots. She’s never going to make parole and meet Tim Robbins in Mexico with that behavior.

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Comments

  1. George says:
    March 1, 2011 at 11:36 am

    You lady are making me laugh out loud like it’s no big deal.

    Mikelis
    Latvian Embassy
    Colton, CA

  2. Jessie says:
    March 1, 2011 at 12:17 pm

    i think it’s hillarious that your wed was my entire week 🙂

  3. alexandra says:
    March 1, 2011 at 12:32 pm

    Monday and Tuesdays were my favorite of your days.

    And, I may have to take it easy and back off for awhile here, My FunnyLady Crush has now moved to alert level.

    Please, don’t let all the packages that are due to arrive from UPS LOVE FROM ME TO YOU! scare you.

    Just…little tokens. That’s all. Just, little tokens of love, appreciation, awe, esteem, feeling transferance..aaarrggh…I just want to be you, why can’t I be you.

    ahem. Great post, Wendi! LOL!

  4. LuckyLottieLou says:
    March 1, 2011 at 12:44 pm

    Monday made me cackle. Twice.

  5. Fragrant Liar says:
    March 1, 2011 at 12:47 pm

    You had a fun week! I’m rooting for Dickens’ ultimate breakout of Camp Aarons, cuz I think every cat deserves time out for good behavior in the tropics. And really, the pussy events are non-stop down there.

    I’m not without sympathy for your glutchas, though.

  6. hokgardner says:
    March 1, 2011 at 12:56 pm

    The picture of your son is joy in motion. I love it.

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  8. Kristen says:
    March 1, 2011 at 1:06 pm

    I want to come to that new exercise class with you. Despite the fact that, like, we don’t actually know each other, I feel quite certain that we’d somehow be able to just share looks and *know* that’s what she said.

  9. gigi says:
    March 1, 2011 at 1:12 pm

    Suburban Bellagio. Nice!!! I hope you have music, too.

  10. MarathonMom says:
    March 1, 2011 at 2:08 pm

    That woman commutes between your class and my spin class. I also think that Jennifer is yanking your chain…10 minutes a day to supervise an 18 year old cat? That’s a bit excessive.

  11. Tonya says:
    March 1, 2011 at 2:40 pm

    Oh, dear Wendi, where do I start? First off, you know I loves me some prison jokes!!! Almost choked on my cough drop I was laughing so hard (thanks for that, my son would’ve grown up with a fear of pharma). Secondly, I will be nice here and not make any comments that refer to both the ejaculating liquid in your yard and the purple balls you held between your thighs.

  12. Jennifer says:
    March 1, 2011 at 2:44 pm

    I am a bad mother – I was reading this out of the corner of the my eye while my daughter was explaining the tragedy of not having a Dr Seuss costume to wear to school tomorrow. Was I thinking “costume tragedy”? No. I was thinking “suburban Bellagio” and trying not to crack up. My attempts to look serious and concerned while trying not to laugh wound up turning my expression into a half smirk which now has my daughter convinced that I have no sympathy for the trials of her life. Which is true, but I didn’t want her to realize that for another 10 years or so.

    Having talked this through, I can now see that it is All Your Fault, Wendi, and someday I will send my daughter’s therapy bills to you. Please let me know your mailing address, ‘kay?

  13. the mama bird diaries says:
    March 1, 2011 at 8:30 pm

    Please tell me you don’t still smell like ball. You are hilarious lady.

  14. Steph says:
    March 1, 2011 at 9:13 pm

    I so envy your week and am very sorry you didn’t get to use your “that’s what she said” line! and sorry you smelled like . . . you know. Thanks for the laughs, I needed them.
    p.s. Jack is totally rocking his peace shirt.

  15. deborah l quinn says:
    March 1, 2011 at 10:27 pm

    Mamabird clearly doesn’t realize the one of the upsides of having Bellagio fountains in your front yard is how easy it is to rinse off the smell of ball, without any pesky undressing or soap being involved. Really, a fabulous display of efficiency. No Benadryl fog for you, clearly!

  16. Erin I'm Gonna Kill Him says:
    March 1, 2011 at 11:28 pm

    I bet that girl is forming a WA fan club right now. Everyone can have a sparkle.

    Suburban Bellagio, classic.

  17. susie@newdaynewlesson says:
    March 1, 2011 at 11:28 pm

    Just had to say you make me LMAO. Thanks. (didn’t want to read and run and not let you know)

  18. Diane says:
    March 2, 2011 at 6:51 am

    Well, as a local Latvian (my dad and my grandparents came to the US when he was 5), I’ll admit to being your number #1 Fan – that is not a bogus claim. We are having a Black Swan screening at my house this weekend. Care to join us? You bring the popcorn.

  19. Cait says:
    March 2, 2011 at 7:12 am

    Your life is so much funnier than mine. Each time I get the email telling me about a new post I tell myself not to read it. Laughing is still a very painful ordeal. One of these days I’ll learn to listen to myself 🙂 (Or the damn doctors could just get their shit together, operate already and make me better. I’ve resorted to crying randomly to shock them into action. It works.)

  20. Becky says:
    March 2, 2011 at 8:26 am

    OK I just got through Tuesday and I’m laughing out loud.

    Aren’t you glad to have a play by play comment from me?

    I’ll be back after Sunday!

  21. Becky says:
    March 2, 2011 at 8:29 am

    I’m back! “Making our house look like the suburban Bellagio:”

    Brilliant post!

  22. Patty says:
    March 2, 2011 at 9:10 am

    I am struck dumb. “Suburban Bellagio” indeed. I must ask — was there Benadryl on Sunday? When our Weird Neighbor across the street put a post-hole digger through his water main on a Sunday evening (while wearing dress slacks, a white shirt and tie, no less) he stared at the resulting geyser for a full 15 minutes, not moving, until his wife came out and took charge of the situation. He had that Valiumed look, the one so prevalent among overeducated housewives in the 60’s.

  23. Laurie Kreitzer says:
    March 2, 2011 at 9:23 am

    Monday and Tuesday are my favorites!

  24. Krabies says:
    March 2, 2011 at 10:04 am

    You rock!

  25. Jan says:
    March 2, 2011 at 10:20 am

    “I smell like ball.” The best ever!! Love it.

  26. Lisa Rae @ smacksy says:
    March 2, 2011 at 11:16 am

    “I smell like ball.”

    Highest five.

  27. liz says:
    March 2, 2011 at 12:32 pm

    Does your fountain spray to music? You should take song requests and set up a tip jar for your neighbors to throw in.

  28. Nancy Davis Kho says:
    March 2, 2011 at 1:06 pm

    I had to clench my Glutchas so as not to make a Dickensian mess reading this. How did you manage to get a rainbow into your sprinkler show? Nice touch.

  29. The Flying Glutchas says:
    March 2, 2011 at 1:57 pm

    It sure sounds like you had a swell week, Wendi. I had no idea you were so big in Latvia. Hilarious – as usual – and way to work in Tim Robbins at the end. Parfait.

    ps – smelling like ball is the new scent of Miss Dior. Natalie Portman said so.

  30. Former Austinite says:
    March 2, 2011 at 2:39 pm

    Might want to save some of that Benadryl for when you get your water bill. You won’t want to remember paying that! But you did get an awesome picture of your son out of it so it may be worth it after all. Plus, you didn’t have to drive all the way to New Braunfels, pay to get into Schlitterbahn and drive home again just get see the look of pure joy on his face. You got to do it from home. So, maybe the water and repair bills equal out.

  31. Missy @ Wonder, Friend says:
    March 2, 2011 at 2:59 pm

    See if you can get that fountain to reappear at the holidays. You could create a light & water show, set to music, and probably make enough cash off of your Suburban Bellagio to cover your repair costs. And any fines incurred for tampering with the water lines.

    (Glutchas is my new favorite word.)

  32. Liz @ PeaceLoveGuac says:
    March 2, 2011 at 3:54 pm

    Double fist bump. I think you should stick with the Benadryl if it means we get more posts like this!

  33. Suniverse says:
    March 2, 2011 at 7:58 pm

    At least you entertained the neighborhood. You were doing a good deed.

  34. annie says:
    March 2, 2011 at 10:14 pm

    Did you consider standing over your front yard fountain? You could have refreshed your gluthas AND rinsed off the ball smell all at the same time. Plus, you know, it would be fun for your neighbors!

  35. Tammy says:
    March 2, 2011 at 10:38 pm

    Hubby thinks I’m totally nuts as I laugh at your posts. This is the same guy who just now signed up on FB and doesn’t understand the reason why no one is talking to him on his account after I logged off his account and into mine…MEN…totally clueless at times! I wish my kids could have fun like yours again!

  36. fuck yeah, motherhood! says:
    March 2, 2011 at 11:03 pm

    I wish I could tell you that Dickens fought the good fight, and the Aaronses let him be. I wish I could tell you that – but indoors is no fairy-tale world.

  37. Anna Lefler says:
    March 3, 2011 at 7:58 am

    Dude, you need to drag your boombox outside and play some opera while that thing gushes. That’s the only way you’re going to give Bellagio a run for its money.

    😉 A.

  38. Issa says:
    March 3, 2011 at 2:16 pm

    The waterfall. Thanks for the waterfall guys. Hahaha.

  39. Erin I'm Gonna Kill Him says:
    March 4, 2011 at 10:26 am

    I just read this again…and am commenting again.. because that’s how much I love your week.

  40. Stephanie Faris says:
    March 4, 2011 at 2:03 pm

    Hilarious. You have quite a way of telling a story! That waterfall had to have been amazing. In the end, it’s all about the memories the kids will have for the rest of their lives and I have a feeling that’s one of them!

  41. banana freud says:
    March 5, 2011 at 1:16 am

    Hey! Golden-showers is a fan of mine, too! Or, wait. Maybe I’m a fan of hers.

  42. Invader_Stu says:
    March 5, 2011 at 3:45 pm

    You get those emails too?

  43. Becky says:
    March 6, 2011 at 6:42 am

    I’m so jealous. Your life is all about #Winning.

  44. Ann's Rants says:
    March 6, 2011 at 7:42 pm

    So funny.

  45. Kate Coveny Hood says:
    March 7, 2011 at 8:17 am

    Suburban Bellagio should be in the urban dictionary (or suburban dictionary?). I love it.

  46. Karen at French Skinny says:
    March 7, 2011 at 9:42 am

    Yay for broken sprinklers! What a great week.

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