Thursday, June 4, 2009

Who's Cool Now?

This guest post was brought to you by LOML's Hawaii BFF (or Pseudo for those of you in the know) over at a blog known as Pseudonymous High School Teacher. I'd love to really, really, really dislike her based on the fact that she lives in Hawaii, but I can't. She's too awesome for that. So, sit back, sip a Mai Tai and enjoy her post. Oh, and don't worry, Pseudo, Max will come back, I promise. Especially if you promise to rub his belly and give him cookies out of the snack bucket.

What was Mama Dog thinking?? Asking me to guest post. I barely know what I’m doing over at my own place. But I am LOML’s BFF in Hawaii. Well, I am probably the only person she knows in Hawaii, but I’ll still take the honor.

I love being an Auntie.

You can spoil the holy crap out of the kid and then give the kid back to the parent when things go south. But Mama took LOML with her, so I guess I’ll go play with Max. He is really cute.

OK. I’m back. I think I lost Max, but he’ll probably wander back soon…

You are probably wondering WTF Mama was thinking asking me to guest blog, so I better get on it.

In honor of LOML, this post is on being an auntie.

My first experience of being an auntie I was only 16 years old. My sister is four years older than me and she had my nephew when she was 20. I loved that kid (still do) like nobody’s business and wanted so much to be the “cool aunt.”

When he was six I took him to Disneyland. Just the two of us. He wanted to ride nothing but the Autopia. Being cool, I did what I thought no parent would do. I rode the Autopia 45 times in a row. The last 35 times were his “just one more time PLEASE times.”

Finally I said, “Enough. I need to show you what fun really is.”

But he screamed his bloody head off in all the storybook rides. During Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride I thought he would claw his way under my skin.

He refused to ride anything resembling a roller coaster. Absofuckinglutely refused. What kind of kid was this?

I distracted him in Frontier Land with the shooting galleries. He was all boy there. He wanted me to buy him one of those wooden rifles.

I bribed him. Told him I would buy him one if he would go on a ride of my choosing, meaning something fast and fun.

He agreed thinking I would not hold him to it.

In my defense I did not pick the Matterhorn or Space Mountain (my two favorite rides). I selected Rolling Thunder Mountain.

While we moved up in line he asked me 167 times, “You’re not REALLY going to make me get on this if I tell you I’m too scared? Right?”

Who did he think he was dealing with? Of course I did. In my roller coaster loving mind I just knew once he had a taste he would be crying MORE! MORE! MORE ROLLER COASTERS PLEASE AUNTIE!

I was so wrong.

But at least he did not throw up on me.

I also took the kid skiing one winter and paid for his lesson. I laughed so hard I peed my snow suit when he could not snow plow and slammed into the back of the knees of a huge, overweight man and sent that man smack into the First Aid Shack.

Another time I took him to the Miniature Golf Castle and let him play video games after golf and eat so much junk food that the next day my sister took him to urgent care with a stomach ache that turned out to be him being constipated.

There was the time I took him out for dinner and we ate in the bar because I had a crush on the drummer of the band that was playing there. For years the kid thought he went to a rock concert.

One of the coolest things I did was take him to a Friday night shooting of Happy Days. I had a slutty friend who was dating Ralph Mouth and we could get in any Friday we wanted. My nephew got to hang out on the stage afterwards and meet all the cast.

And the topper. When he was 12 I talked everyone in the family into pitching in for a plane ticket for him to come to Hawaii and visit me. I was 28 and cocktailing my way through college. Mr. Pseudo and I had recently moved in together and were living in sin. What a wonderful collision of worlds that was. We took him to Chinatown and let him buy all kinds of illegal martial arts crap. In my defense we called his parents and his dad said it was OK, only that the kid could not mess with (touch) the stuff until he got home and was with his dad. I thought I had packed the weapons away but when we took him sightseeing he magically had a flying star of some kind… Let’s just say I momentarily lost my cool. And we all almost got arrested.

Fast forward 20 years and it is me and my family visiting him in LA. He’s a thirty something year old hipster and has a job where he works with a lot of rich and famous people and my kids think he is the coolest relative on the family food chain.

He takes us to a store where all the hipsters shop. The kind of store the paparazzi hang out in front of when celebrities are inside. The first thing I do is embarrass him by busting out my camera and taking a picture of my kids trying on shoes in the store. The security guard came up and told me no cameras or pictures or they would ask me to leave. My nephew pretended not to know me and ditched me for the opposite side of the store. But I followed him, because that is what irritating, visiting, embarrassing relatives do.

He headed into the half of the store that features jeans. Not the Old Navy curvy hips and thighs jeans his middle age auntie that used to be hot wears. Designer jeans. Hipster jeans. Jeans STARTING at $200.

So I browse. My first order of business was to see just how expensive these jeans could be. The answer, according to my perusing, is $598. Imagine that.

Next, I decide that for $200-$600 they must all be magic jeans. Therefore I must try some on.

But how to choose?

I’m trying to select a few pair when an adorable young sales girl that has the body of a 12 year old who has not started puberty comes up and asks if I need help. Indeed I do.

I’d like to try on some of your jeans. Cost is no option.

(I do not mention that this is because I will not actually buy anything I try on).

What brands and styles would best suit my body type?

The sweet young thing furrows her brow and carefully picks out three pair.

These would all be good choices. The waistband is a little higher than the really low ones, and the way the material doubles up it will hold you in and help camouflage your muffin top.

Yes she did.

My nephew was a couple aisles away. I don’t think he heard her. I wouldn’t want him to know his cool auntie is not so cool anymore. She is a muffin top laden middle age hunk of lump.

23 really cool people who give a rat's patootie:

Gaston Studio

I love this story about you being a young aunt and that you and said nephew are adult friends.

But I can't believe a salesgirl actually said those words to a potential buyer, especially in an obviously high end store!

Well done guest blogging, Pseudo!!

Bobby G

I HATE rollercoasters too! No vomit, but I hate the lines and the quickness of the rides. SO FUNNY!

sassy stephanie

You are so my kinda peeps. I have a fun uncle just like you. Ever since I can remember, he would totally spoil me, take me to do super fun things and eat tons of junk food with me. I still adore him. Now, he does it to my kiddos!

And, I am loving the whole thinking he went to a rock concert. Too funny.

Jess

LOL! I love it! What a joy it would have been to be on ANY of those adventures with you!!!

Pseudonymous High School Teacher

Hi everyone! I love it here at Mama's. Max is back and were wrestling in her living room.

only a movie

Oh no she didn't!! I had that happen once when I was dress shopping in Nicole Miller. The bitch said that she didn't think they carried anything in my size (an enormous 8 at the time).

Love this post, Pseudo. I love trying to be the cool auntie.

darsden

tooo funny and haaaay neighbor

creative kerfuffle

great post! i love all the different ways you tried to be the cool aunt : ) the happy days taping? who in the HELL would date ralph mouth??? eww. too funny about eating at the bar and him thinking he'd been to a rock concert! rofl.
and the jeans/muffin top? oooo, i hate sales clerks like that!

Kylie w Warszawie

Loved it! I've heard way worse here in Poland though. I think Poles are kind of jackassish and blame it on not being native speakers of English.

lisa

A++ - super post

Joanna Jenkins

I think you win the Auntie Mame award! But roller coasters-- That would have been the end of it for me-- at ANY age.

Very fun post!

Kat

She said you had a muffin top?!?! I would have melted into the floor.

Sprite's Keeper

You definitely are the awesome aunt! I gave up a long time ago trying to be my nephew's cool aunt, but his other two aunts are in college, so I'm around the most therefore win by default. Ha!

Cairo Typ0

Excellent story, Pseudo! Now i feel like a slacker auntie. I obviously have to have my nephew come visit so i can traumatize him more to catch up to yoru great skills! :p

Captain Dumbass

You'll always be the cool auntie.

Heather

You are such a cool aunt!!! But how did you like the jeans? I'm going to admit this publicly...I'm a total jean snob. I've never paid 200, but I come close. I love them. I collect them like Gollum with his "precious".

Pseudonymous High School Teacher

Ah. The jeans. I tried on five pair and none of them made me wish I had $300 to spare. They all made me feel like I needed to work out.

The muffin top comment made me feel a tad bummed, since I may not be LA skinny, I'm not so bad for 50. I did wonder where they train their help.

My nephew? Well, I am not allowed to talk about him on the internet, but this was mostly about me and I don't think he'd venture in Mama's yard. come to think of it, I really don't think he ever even reads mine. But this was safer.

Midlife Jobhunter

I think he still thinks you are pretty cool aunt. Who do you think helped him have such an interesting life? Fun post.

Kristan

LOL: "There was the time I took him out for dinner and we ate in the bar because I had a crush on the drummer of the band that was playing there. For years the kid thought he went to a rock concert."

AND OMG: "Let’s just say I momentarily lost my cool. And we all almost got arrested."

I was an aunt at age 7 (my half sisters are MUCH older) but I never got a chance to be a cool aunt like this. Now I'm sad/jealous.

pseudo's daughter

hahaha mom, laughing so hard! we're all at work laughing in the office! :)

shaunna

i am still laughing... even though i already knew the stories. wiping my eyes laughing. good stuff, put together just right.

♥ Braja

OK Pseudo, so when's the book comin' out? :))

Oz Girl

Awesome guest post, Pseudo!! :) But c'mon... did she REALLY say that to you??!!!

Right now, I would NOT want to go jeans shopping. Maybe if I manage to lose about 25 lbs, then and only then, will I look for some new jeans.

My niece lives in northern CA, so I don't have the opp to be a really cool aunt. But I sure would strive to be an uber-cool aunt, if I lived there. My brother is prob very happy that I'm in KS. LOL.

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