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Did you ever notice how your husband is like your extra bonus kid? Do you find yourself refereeing fights over the Playstation between your spouse and the kids? Have you ever caught your husband hiding a bag of Oreos or Doritos from the kids? You are rooting through the cupboard, and you find an old Twinkie stuck behind the Robitussin in your medicine cabinet. This is my life. And this effects how and what I write about on a daily basis. We are a loud bunch, but we love each other fiercely. Listening to the hubby and kids squabble is the background music that I write to everyday. They are fourteen, ten (going on thirty-four), and nine, and they sure make a racket! This threesome fights over computer time; they wrestle over the remote, and they even debate the validity of "Sabrina the Teenage Witch" as a television icon. When you walk in the front door you may hear Kelly-- that's my husband-- calling the pop group NSync his little pet name for the group. He has dubbed them Nstink. Or maybe you will overhear a rendition of "Ooops I Farted Again". You just never know what might be going on around here.

My girls (the eight and twelve year olds) are in love with Brittany Spears now, but back when the Spice Girls were in, there was many a debate. Now of course they would never admit to liking them, but at one time they were the biggest spice wannabes that you ever did see. They would break into "Stop right now…" And my husband would immediately begin grumbling some inaudible complaint. They would be dancing around the living room with their makeshift spice gear on, and he would taunt them by making fun of the spice girls in every single way possible. This reminded me of how a slightly (and I mean very slightly) older brother would tease his little sisters. I guess I never imaged that their dad would be a kid just like them.

This is my life. Two little girls into whatever the latest rage is and a husband who just loves to play antagonist to all the fads they go through. The girls' newest fascination is with going to a concert. They keep telling me about how all their friends are going to concerts. They start in on me about "so-n-so" is going, why can't I go? After their whining subsides, I inform them that I have never been to a rock concert in all of my life, and my first concert will NOT be a Brittany Spears concert!

At this, they frown and mutter to themselves as they leave the room to resume their battle with Daddy over the Playstation. I turn to get dinner ready. Reaching into the cupboard, I pull out a moldy HoHo from behind the oatmeal. I shake my head and simply utter, "Why me?"

Why am I telling you this? Well I just think that it will help you understand how and why I write what I do. My column was started as a way to vent on all of the injustices and inequities in the world. Yeah right... It is a gripe column, but I hope one that is very entertaining at times, after all we have The Pet Peeve Patrol® you know! It came into existence out of frustration, but hopefully it ends up making a smile curl upon your lips. Perhaps my words here give you a glimpse into my half-twisted world. I am a Libra. Maybe that is why I hate injustice or maybe its because I was raised by a very opinionated family. No matter... Injustices infuriate me to the very core of my being. In this column I attempt to take things going on in the world that are really shitty and turn it into some really funny shit!

Excerpts of this article were taken from "My Big Hairy Kid", from Kat's Korner of the World.

Copyright Katherine West 2001

 

Read some more of Kat's Humor Articles from Kat's Korner of the World:

 

Did you know that you're affluent?
by Katherine West

Well, you are reading this, so you must be. You see magazine publishers are under the impression that if you read, you are affluent. I came to this conclusion after reading the top 100 list of magazine markets in the Writer's Digest special yearbook 2001 issue. This list rates a periodical on its friendliness to freelancers. Anyhow as I perused the list, something caught my attention. All of these magazines felt that their audience was affluent.

No matter the theme of the publication or the target market audience, the magazines almost all said that they aim at the affluent readers. Now either these publications are delusional or there are more affluent people out there than the last census showed. I must be traveling in the wrong circles or something. I don't know all that many truly affluent people. Do you? I think that they must be using a very broad sense of the word to describe moderately educated individuals who are somewhat interested in what the magazine offers.

Isn't that why we buy a particular magazine? Usually it is. We like a feature story or the magazine has a nice look and feel and articles that interest us. We don't look down our nose at the magazine cover and say, "Oh but this just is not AFFLUENT enough for a person such as me." Puleaze! I think that some of these magazines are a bit full of themselves. During my perusal of this list, I saw so many humorous things. I decided right then and there that I just had to write an article for Kat's Korner about this very topic. I told Kelly, my husband, that I was going to have some fun with this one.

5 funny things that I found out about print publications:

1. I found out that some publishers prefer bad poetry. A rural living type of magazine (I won't name any names) on the list asked for poetry that told a story but that didn't use images. The poetry could be humorous but it had to tell a story. Poetry without images.. Isn't that bad poetry? It is at least flat and unenlightened if you ask me. I guess that this publication felt that poetry that evoked imagery and deep emotion was just beyond their readers. No deep cow paddy poems for this farm/rural living magazine. No Siree! They just want good ol' fashioned ditties about how Clara the cow overcame her fear of bells or some such nonsense.

2. I found out that magazine publishers must not want us non-affluent souls to buy their magazine either. We are not their target audience. The articles on fancy topics would just confuse us poor slobs. No they would rather we keep our money for periodicals such as the rural living digest I mentioned above.

3. The magazines that have the most pretentious and snobby arrogance noticeable in their brief descriptions are the LEAST affluent of all the magazines. Imagine that!

4. The very best periodicals- the ones that have been hailed for their excellence for decades- were the least snotty in their demographics information and writer guidelines. I guess that they don't have anything to prove.

5. The local magazines based in cities like Boston and Baltimore were the pickiest of all. Why doesn't this surprise me? We must keep up East Coast appearances you know, Daaaaaarling.

I hope that you enjoyed my pokes at the publishing world. See you next week! -Kat

Copyright Katherine West 2001

 

Why Men Just Don't "Get" It!

By Katherine West

Note: The author is referring to a conventional husband. You know the ones I mean.. Those lazy couch potatoes that suck on a can of coke and flip the channels with their remote while their wife cooks them supper after they BOTH worked a full day. I am not referring to those men that are jewels- the ones who cook AND clean, even after working. Jewels? Hell, you're saints! (Kat gets on both her knees and bows.)

Who is Mom?

We are the people that remember where your belt is. We are the people who do your laundry and cook your meals. We hug the kids and put Band-Aids on each boo-boo. We are the ones who chauffeur the kids to and from every one of their social and scholastic engagements. We're the people who ALWAYS clean the bathtub. It's us that takes those pesky containers (the empty ones) out of the cupboards and fridge, and tosses them in the trash. We take care of all those little things, and we do all the big things too.

Usually we even pay the bills, do the grocery shopping, and make the doctor's appointments. Us Moms are the ones who do most of the household chores, and there are many statistics to support this! Women generally are responsible for 79-95% of all household responsibilities, depending on the study that you read. Women generally spend in excess of 50 hours per week doing household chores. When you add this to the 40+ hours per week that they work, that's a whopping 90-hour week. Show me a man that works those kind of hours, and I will show you a man that is comatose! How do we find the time for all these hours, especially when we work full-time? We don't! Things get left undone. It is a cruel fact of life; we can't do everything!

I just touched on a few of the things we moms do. We haven't even grazed the iceberg yet. Even though I am a stay-at-home mom, I am also a working mom. How did I manage this elite status? Just lucky I guess. Since I am a writer that works from home, I get to "appear" like a homemaker, but I work full-time. Lucky me, huh? Now, let's tackle the name- stay-at-home-mom? Hmm… This sounds like we are on house arrest. I don't like that term. Let's see… what's that other one? Homemaker? This sounds like we are Martha Stewart wannabes with a buzz saw, and we build houses in our spare time. No... That isn't right either. Housewife- this term was popular prior to circa 1970. This word sounds like it refers to a woman who is married to her house. In some ways I guess it is accurate, but it's just not quite right.

None of these nametags quite fit. Roseanne Barr called herself a domestic goddess. I guess that sounds good, but then I never have seen myself as a goddess. We hardly sit at home eating bonbons and catching up on The Foresters. They are an ultra-chic family on The Bold and the Beautiful (a soap opera) for any of you non-soap watchers out there. No, our lives are not glamorous enough to be called goddesses.

I am the Chief Executive Officer of Social, Medical, Economic, Education, and Transportation Affairs. I must be a psychologist, social worker, chauffeur, mediator, economist, maid, sex therapist, and refuse worker all in one day sometimes! When I am wearing my mom hat, I must be as patient as Mother Theresa (like that would ever happen!) on Prozac. I am Dr. Ruth (six inches taller and 40 years younger of course) with an attitude when I wear my wife hat. We women are diverse creatures that strive to get it all done.

I have often wondered how I stay motivated. We are under-appreciated, underpaid, and often times undersexed. Husbands many times take us stay at home moms for granted, and rarely show us how appreciative they are of just what we do to make their lives easier. We women can be compared to camels, since we are used to going without a drink for a long time. By drink I am referring to a little sip of romance. Us ladies love a good swig every once in awhile, you know! We are who make the world go around- the decision-makers and bed warmers. We are tired and we need a damned drink!

Copyright by Katherine West 2000, 20001

 

 

Hello, Hello.. Is Anyone There?

by Katherine West

Do you remember the good old days when REAL PEOPLE actually answered the phone? No, I am not talking about answering machines or voicemail. I am talking about many, many moons ago. Long ago, in the land of reliable customer service there was a business that actually employed human beings to answer their phones. Far off in the sleepy hamlet of happily ever after, there was once a place that human beings used to answer their very own phones.

Now all we have are automated answering services imploring you to push a button. Can you hear her? Close your eyes and listen to that familiar voice. Ok, no open those eyes. You have to read! Geez, now pay attention. (Kat smiles at you through the monitor and notices in her reflection that there is spinach in her teeth.) Listen carefully..

That insipid little voice is like an old friend almost. You know the one I mean- that unknown voice that whines insistently. The voice that answers the phone no matter where it is you are calling. She mews, "Please press one if you are a current customer." "Press two if you are a former customer," the voice adds coyly. "Please press three if you are a customer who is armed and dangerous," she offers carefully. "Please press five if you are a former customer who is currently pulling the trigger on your automatic weapon," the whiny operator adds with obvious boredom. "Press four if you are brave enough, muhahahahahha.." she cackles maniacally.

Who is this woman? I don't know who she is, but she DEFINITELY gets around. She must talk on the phone all day long! Her life must be filled with stress. All she does is instruct us frustrated consumers. Press this button yadda yadda.. Press that button.. yadda yadda. What kind of life is that? I really think she should go to Disney World. Boy, do they have buttons for her to push there.

If you listen to her, she will trick you. Beware: DON'T PRESS THAT BUTTON! It is a slick ploy. I'm telling you, it is just an attempt to bump you off of the line. You will enter the answering service loop. This is feared by even the most savvy of consumers! You will press one, thinking that you are a current customer. No!!!!! If you are a current customer, they have nailed you already so they could care less about you. If you press the former customer button, they will avoid you like the plague. This is because you are probably just calling to complain about something.

What is my advice? Do NOT press ANYTHING! Pretend that you do not have a touch-tone phone. Yeah, I know.. No one in this day and age has a phone without touch-tone service, but they don't know that. Shhhhhhhhhh! I won't tell if you don't. This is the only sure way to get a human being. Any button that you choose is the button of death. So, remember.. JUST SAY NO!!!!!

Copyright Katherine T. West 2000-2001