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Thursday, May 7, 2009
Show us your mom tattoo, or are you chicken?
I get about 10 e-mails a day from marketing people trying to grab a little free press for their companies, beseeching me to mention their “revolutionary” products or services on the mommy blog.
I mostly just delete them. I mean, how relevant would this blog be to average everyday moms like me if I flooded the space with notions on “how to dress your baby like the celebrities,” “spoil yourself with a 10-day ranch getaway,” or “own THE stretch-mark eliminator — for only $89.99!”
I’m more of a “how not to spend your every last dime on Christmas presents” kind of gal.
But … hold the phone … this Mother’s Day promotion from KFC caught my attention. I just had to share.
Are you ready?
“Show us your ‘mom’ tattoo and win free chicken for a year!”
I am not kidding — how could I make that up?
KFC says it wants to “salute those showcasing their love for their mothers 365 days a year by sporting a mom-themed tattoo.”
“If you’re communicating your love for mom in a permanent and visible way, KFC wants to reward you and your mom!”
And they’re asking entrants to send a photo proving that they wear their heart on their sleeve.
While the premise for this kooky sweepstakes is a bit unsavory for my tastes, the prizes are impressive: daily $10 gift check giveaways, a motorcycle, a family vacation, and yes, free chicken for a year.
“Consumers without a mom-themed tattoo can download a KFC-themed tattoo cutout paying tribute to their mom.”
Huh?
First it was Oprah’s ‘grilled’ chicken, now this?
I’ve got to give KFC credit — this promotion is truly an original recipe.
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What’s so relaxing about going out to eat?
Mother’s Day is just another day.
Another day of “sleeping in” until 7:30. Another day of finding something decent to wear that doesn’t make me look fat by sorting through the pile of dirty, wrinkled laundry on the floor.
Another day of tripping over toys blanketing my living-room floor at least 10 times, setting off rounds of the world’s most irritating, migraine-inducing noises.
Another day of playing Chutes and Ladders five times in a row, followed by Candy Land, then “Memory” and lastly by Hi Ho Cherry-O. Oh wait, and Candy Land “just one more time, I promise.”
Yep, just another day.
The one thing that’s different about today is — drum roll please — we’ll celebrate by going out to eat.
Well, I have one question for whomever started this whole eating out on Mother’s Day tradition: What’s so relaxing about going out to eat?
After all, isn’t that the point of Mother’s Day?
I’ll go out on a limb and say going out to eat is way more stressful than cooking dinner and eating at home.
At least that’s the case with my kids.
Let me give you a few highlights of the dining-out experience with my daughter, 4, and son, 20 months.
“But Mommy, I don’t wanna go there. I wanna go to … Old McDonald’s, 3W3s, Flickers or the Chinese Store (hey, the names are close enough).” Basically, my daughter wants to go anywhere but the place I’ve picked.
“Mommy, I’m weally, weally starving.” Yes, just two minutes into that 45-minute wait, my daughter — who by the way wasn’t at all hungry when we left the house — is suddenly starving and just can’t wait any longer for food. Oh, yes, and we’ll hear this sentence at least 15 more times in the waiting area, each time a little whinier and by minute 40 including crossed arms and a pouty lip.
“Oops.” Yes, this simple little word can have many meanings. Sometimes it’s the I-just-spilled-my-drink-all-over-the-table-and-all-over-my-pants “oops.” Sometimes it’s the I-just-dropped-the-sugar-packet-holder-on-the-floor-and-now-it’s-broke “oops.”
“Mommy, I weally have to go to the bathroom.” I hear this one at least three times every time we eat out. Nothing like spending half your mealtime in a tiny bathroom stall, and listening to people chuckle as your child very loudly says, “Mommy, the poop won’t come out.”
“Mommy, I smell something stinky.” Yes, and so do I. Little brother just filled his diaper. In fact, it’s now overflowing, and we’re in a crowded restaurant, the bathroom is all the way across the room and I left the extra clothes in the car. Aughhh! My children have impeccable timing.
This is just a sampling of the Fong restaurant experience. I forgot to mention that three-quarters of every restaurant meal ends up on the floor. If it’s any consolation, we tip very well.
As you can see, I’m clearly that mom who gets all the dirty looks in the restaurant — and I can’t say I blame all those diners. I just wish they’d give me a sympathetic glance from time to time instead of a scathing one, but that’s life, I guess.
Maybe we should just stay home this Mother’s Day.
After all, Mother’s Day is just another day — and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
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Photo of the Week: Buckeye Boys
Being an OSU alumni, I can’t help but encourage my boys to be Buckeyes too. Over the weekend we decided to take a jaunt over to my college stompin’ grounds for a stroll down memory lane.
Already fans of Ohio State football, to my heart’s delight - Noah and Nick proudly posed with Brutus Buckeye.
During basketball season, Daddy, is thrilled the boys enjoy watching the Kansas Jayhawks as much as he does.
I however, believe I have the advantage as we already live in Ohio, thus OSU will be cheaper. In-state tuition, right?
Of course, should we be lucky enough to raise kids who are offered a scholarship, we will support them at whatever higher education institution they attend - even if it is that school up North.
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