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Yuck Ptooey Bleh
December 24, 2005

Tricking during the holidays brings out a whole new kind of crazy. It's like when David Banner gets all kinds of ticked off and his eyes start to roll and his body starts to turn green and expand and rip the clothes right off his back. And then The Hulk starts running the streets all freaked out and throwing cars.
That's what my life feels like right about now. Only instead of the customers behaving like The Hulk, it's me.
First of all, nothing ticks me off more than when things aren't what they are supposed to be. I was running late this morning and in a mad dash through the store grabbed a Baker's Breakfast Cookie (which I normally love) for some sustinance to start my day. I was in the mood for something chocolate with my coffee so I opted for the Double Chocolate Chunk - so delicious.

But when I got to my car and ripped open the cookie and took a bite when... YUCK PTOOEY BLEH. It was Double Chocolate Chunk Cherry. I HATE chocolate and cherries together. Cherries belong in a Hostess Pie. They belong in a big bowl to be popped in your mouth for the Annual Whore Family Pit Spitting Contest. I DO NOT WANT THEM CHOPPED UP IN A CHOCOLATE COOKIE.

YUCK PTOOEY BLEH!
Seriously, I was so ticked about it I called The Husband just to bitch. He's got his entire support speech down. "Uh huh. I know. I know. I agree. I know. It will be ok. Ok? Ok."

Poor bastard.

But you know, I've become this cherry-raving lunatic (even more so than normal, I mean) because The Clients of this season have totally lost their freaking minds. Every last one of them. But the Brides - The Brides are THE worst!
First of all, while I find it very romantic that you want to get married by the twinkle of a Christmas Tree - have a damn clue about the reality of it all. The Holidays are packed with normal Holiday stuff - company parties, family parties, retail madness and an overall atmosphere of mayhem. So planning a wedding in the middle of all that is just crazy talk. It causes your family to freak out, it causes you to freak out, it causes your wedding coordinator to freak out, and because you're all freaked out you call your caterer 10 TIMES A DAY FOR A WEEK SOLID, and it causes your caterer to go ballistic over things like cherries in her chocolate chunk cookie. No I don't know where the DJ should plug his stuff in and no I don't know what the weather will be doing at the very moment you say "I do" and yes of course we cook the food (oh my God I can't believe you freaked out enough to ask me that) and yes of course we clean up the kitchen and yes for the love of God of course we wash the dishes.

I have beat my head against my steering whell more times than I can count this week.
So here's a tip - either get married in Aspen or get married in the spring.

JUST STOP CALLING ME.

Posted by Foodwhore at December 24, 2005 10:21 AM

lol...Who marries these people??
Great post!

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Posted by: teDDi at December 24, 2005 12:16 PM

Wit AND karmic payback... that story was worth waiting for. Get some rest during the holiday season, you've more than earned it. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

Posted by: Peggy at December 24, 2005 12:28 PM

Thank goodness Mom was a standup lady. At least it's over. The caterer's life. I only did it part time, but boy, I almost never miss it. Have a great holiday, hope you're getting some time off.

Posted by: B'gina at December 24, 2005 02:17 PM

May the new year bring you at least one decent client who treats you like you deserve.

Much love to you on Christmas.

Posted by: veg4me at December 24, 2005 02:37 PM

Oh my.......

She only got a dollar for the dance!? Do not tell me there is no God........ :-o


Happy Holidays Food Whore!


And get some rest already!


Cheryl (and I am not the cheap one)

Posted by: Cheryl at December 24, 2005 04:09 PM

You are a true pro. Much admiration from me to you.
I hope that in the New Year all your tricks are reasonable, honest people. At least the MOB was not going to try to stiff you for the extra guests, and I fervently hope that the extra food went to good use.

Your friend in food,
Ben

PS: I hope Cheap Cheryl gets food poisoning from her cheap caterer.

Posted by: ben at December 24, 2005 04:31 PM

If I knew what you look like, I'd track you down and buy you a lemon drop. A big one. Like, four liters.

Posted by: Jo at December 24, 2005 06:26 PM

oh my gahd. I can't believe her own mother said that. Kinda sad, even though it sounds dead on.

Posted by: carly at December 24, 2005 07:34 PM

You know, when your own mother says that your life is about to get gritty - and on your wedding day, no less - then you know it's going to be bad.

You were a trooper, keep up the wonderful posts.

Posted by: kdg at December 25, 2005 06:33 PM

Thanks for the completion of the Bridezilla story! I just have to laugh...BZ's mother predicted 350 guests and you said the final count was 332. Mom was almost exactly right! Someday I hope Bridezilla apologizes to her mother. But...I doubt it will ever happen.

Posted by: Robin in Ohio at December 25, 2005 09:39 PM

I visit yr blog for quite some time now and lol reading it, thank you for sharing. I have to applaud mom, twice, once for the classy act and once again for having such insight. Makes me sad too, imagine you have to say that on yr daughters wedding day...brrr. Only 1 dollar? whoaah!
Wishing you Happy Holidays (and some peace and quiet fun times from Holland)

Posted by: Baking Soda at December 25, 2005 10:42 PM

What comes around goes around. You saw it happen with your buttery cellphone, and the mom saw it in her poorly-raised daughter. The daughter will see it eventually, when she's not sheltered by those who have protected her up until this point. Maybe she caught a glimpse at the dollar-dance? But it's karma, through and through. The vibe you put out is the vibe you get back. I've it bite me in the ass enough times to make me cautious: Karmic payback is a bitch.

Posted by: JoAnna at December 25, 2005 11:46 PM

Good gracious, you have to wonder about the sap that married Bridezilla, don't you? It's a wonder he went through with it. Gotta give her mother credit though, she certainly showed some class. Too bad her daughter didn't inherit that from her.

Posted by: Mrs. Bluebird at December 26, 2005 08:12 AM

Stories like this remind me again why I married with only 20 close friends and family around.

Posted by: DrJ at December 26, 2005 10:19 PM

unbelievable.
well, no, actually, believable.
As I said before, I sew for these "insects"...but you have to cook for them.

I hope you don't take Cheap Cheryl's trick even if she coughs for a deposit. Those kind who finally pay what you ask, just slam you the whole time so they're not worth it.

Thanks for sharing the story though.
Loved it.
Glad her momma has her figured out.

Posted by: speckledpup at December 27, 2005 08:02 AM

Dollar dance... talk about a no-win "tradition" Either it's prostitution, or... well, I never heard of something like that happening. Embarassing.

The really sad thing is that there's a guy out there now who has to live with this woman. Every day. And night. Bet he's looking for a job with lots of travel opportunities about now.

Posted by: Ahistoricality at December 27, 2005 08:21 PM

I have always thought the dollar dance was tacky.

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