So I got called in to work tonight since another unnamed individual likes to turn their two days off into three fairly regularly. Since my husband is currently jobless and we need the money, I am more than willing to come in and help out. Although I am still convinced that I should just have money given to me on account of I am awesome, but I digress. :)
Of course when I get to work, they steal back the cashier they had running the returns desk and I was all alone. And of course when I am alone, it is the busiest Tuesday known to man, at least by Nebraska standards. I had a nice long line, and things were moving smoothly enough that by the time management decided I needed help, my boss only helped one customer before I got the line down. It was busy enough that I couldn't get to the phone right away or even pick up after myself right away.
A dude from another department came up there, which is normal because they drop stuff off for customers to buy or take their returns. I notice after a minute that he is standing behind me. He's not saying a word, making any sort of motion, or doing much of anything, save breathing. I finish up with a customer, turn around to look at him and generally acknowledge his presence, and then turn forward again and call for the next customer. All of a sudden, the dude goes, "I hate customer service workers so much!" and walks away.
So here I am, looking all like ???? and I say to him as he is walking away, "What do you need?" I'm not sure what he needed because his grumblings weren't loud enough as he kept walking away. I still don't know what he wanted. I may have a college degree but I am not psychic! Dude, next time you want something, try saying hi or telling me what you want instead of hovering behind me and then storming away and being rude. Seriously.
-duckyone (who thinks tomorrow will be better!)
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
Addicted to YouTube
Due to the lack of decent summer tv programming, and the bummed out-ness of my husband losing his job last week, I have been watching YouTube videos for entertainment. It's great, because all the videos are short, so I can watch videos when I'm not completely busy with my toddler. Plus, I have an iPod Touch so I can watch these videos wherever I want, including on the toilet should I so please. (No, I don't really want to sit on the toilet and watch videos, but knowing I can is sort of cool.) My favorite stuff to watch is funny stuff, 80s shows, and anime, so if anyone out there has suggestions, my eyes and ears are open to new stuff to watch! Here are a few of my favorites, in no particular order:
1. FAILBlog: short videos of people doing stupid stuff. Usually videos are less than a minute long so they are great for a quick laugh.
2. Smosh: Ok, so I feel like a giant follower since they are like the 5th most subscribed on YouTube or something like that, but there's a reason why people like them. It's funny! Smosh is Ian Hecox and Anthony Padilla, 2 silly guys who like to make videos with dumb humor. If you want to see people having food battles with pink sprinkle donuts and taquitos, then this is the channel for you! If you're not into stupid stuff, then you probably wouldn't find it funny.
3. ShaneDawsonTV: Another very popular channel- 2nd or 3rd most watched I think. Shane Dawson is one funny dude. He does a lot of his characters on his own. He does use a lot of bad language, especially during his skits, but if you watch the beginning and end of his videos, he seems like a funny but sweet guy. He must be doing something right, he just won a Teen Choice Award! If you like him, he has other channels as well- ShaneDawsonTV2 is where he posts answers to viewers questions.
4. Fred: I don't follow "Fred Figgelhorn" (played by Lucas Cruikshank) but I watch his videos now and then. You may have seen him on Nickelodeon or Disney Channel. I saw him on Disney, on Hannah Montana as a guy who did cartoon voices. His character, Fred, is supposed to be a squeaky voiced 6-ish year old with a weird family life. If you can handle a dude who sounds like a deranged chipmunk, you might like it. I can only handle it once in a while.
Those are my current things to watch, but I like to watch different stuff all the time, so I'm open to ideas of what to watch next. I'd like to hear what other people think is funny or entertaining...
-duckyone
1. FAILBlog: short videos of people doing stupid stuff. Usually videos are less than a minute long so they are great for a quick laugh.
2. Smosh: Ok, so I feel like a giant follower since they are like the 5th most subscribed on YouTube or something like that, but there's a reason why people like them. It's funny! Smosh is Ian Hecox and Anthony Padilla, 2 silly guys who like to make videos with dumb humor. If you want to see people having food battles with pink sprinkle donuts and taquitos, then this is the channel for you! If you're not into stupid stuff, then you probably wouldn't find it funny.
3. ShaneDawsonTV: Another very popular channel- 2nd or 3rd most watched I think. Shane Dawson is one funny dude. He does a lot of his characters on his own. He does use a lot of bad language, especially during his skits, but if you watch the beginning and end of his videos, he seems like a funny but sweet guy. He must be doing something right, he just won a Teen Choice Award! If you like him, he has other channels as well- ShaneDawsonTV2 is where he posts answers to viewers questions.
4. Fred: I don't follow "Fred Figgelhorn" (played by Lucas Cruikshank) but I watch his videos now and then. You may have seen him on Nickelodeon or Disney Channel. I saw him on Disney, on Hannah Montana as a guy who did cartoon voices. His character, Fred, is supposed to be a squeaky voiced 6-ish year old with a weird family life. If you can handle a dude who sounds like a deranged chipmunk, you might like it. I can only handle it once in a while.
Those are my current things to watch, but I like to watch different stuff all the time, so I'm open to ideas of what to watch next. I'd like to hear what other people think is funny or entertaining...
-duckyone
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
What should I do when I grow up?
So my husband goes into work today, and they give him a choice- take an over $2 an hour pay cut (plus losing the mandatory overtime, so instead of 48 hours he won't even be guaranteed 40), or get fired. Not sure what we will do yet but needless to say, I will most likely be going back to full time in the near future. But just because I am odd, here is my list of possible different jobs to try out.
1. Land pirate- I'm in Nebraska, meaning I cannot go sailing the seven seas in search of dubloons and treasure and whatnot. So I'm thinking a ship on wheels is more my style, looting and pillaging and shaking down old ladies for their prune juice money and extra peppermints. Yarrr! Then, once I'm established and my treasure chest be full o' booty, I will start merchandising. Peanut Butter Pirate Puffs cereal, anyone? How about a line of juices called Grog (and Grog Light for the nutrition conscious?) Also lime pies. We don't want anyone getting scurvy.
2. Giant ugly foot model- Have you ever seen the episode of King of the Hill where Peggy Hill becomes a foot model? She thinks it is to make big footed people feel beautiful but it turns out to be a foot fetish website? Yeah. I may not have size 16 1/2 feet, but my size 11s are plenty big enough to be laughed at.
3. Start a YouTube channel of videos of Nebraska- 5 minutes of just staring into a corn field and watching corn grow? I'm allllll over that. It could be all about corn! Watching corn, planting corn, cooking corn, eating corn...Oh wait, I'm allergic to corn. That may not be such a good plan. Nothing like wheezing, peeling skin, and terrible stomachaches to make a good day stinky (and literally stinky- the stomach thing means some not-so-pleasant gas).
Anyone have any good ideas for what we should do about the job situation? Serious or silly. I sure could use a laugh tonight!
-duckyone.
1. Land pirate- I'm in Nebraska, meaning I cannot go sailing the seven seas in search of dubloons and treasure and whatnot. So I'm thinking a ship on wheels is more my style, looting and pillaging and shaking down old ladies for their prune juice money and extra peppermints. Yarrr! Then, once I'm established and my treasure chest be full o' booty, I will start merchandising. Peanut Butter Pirate Puffs cereal, anyone? How about a line of juices called Grog (and Grog Light for the nutrition conscious?) Also lime pies. We don't want anyone getting scurvy.
2. Giant ugly foot model- Have you ever seen the episode of King of the Hill where Peggy Hill becomes a foot model? She thinks it is to make big footed people feel beautiful but it turns out to be a foot fetish website? Yeah. I may not have size 16 1/2 feet, but my size 11s are plenty big enough to be laughed at.
3. Start a YouTube channel of videos of Nebraska- 5 minutes of just staring into a corn field and watching corn grow? I'm allllll over that. It could be all about corn! Watching corn, planting corn, cooking corn, eating corn...Oh wait, I'm allergic to corn. That may not be such a good plan. Nothing like wheezing, peeling skin, and terrible stomachaches to make a good day stinky (and literally stinky- the stomach thing means some not-so-pleasant gas).
Anyone have any good ideas for what we should do about the job situation? Serious or silly. I sure could use a laugh tonight!
-duckyone.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Why I work.
A lady went to do a return today, and she had two young boys in the cart with her...
Boy: I have a dime!
Me: That's cool! I don't have any dimes. *holds out empty hand*
Boy: That's because you're poor.
Me: That's right, I'm poor. That's why I have to work.
I wonder if their mom was embarrassed. I was quite amused. And that, folks, is why I have to work.
-duckyone
Boy: I have a dime!
Me: That's cool! I don't have any dimes. *holds out empty hand*
Boy: That's because you're poor.
Me: That's right, I'm poor. That's why I have to work.
I wonder if their mom was embarrassed. I was quite amused. And that, folks, is why I have to work.
-duckyone
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
She says the funniest things!
Curly Girly is learning to talk, and just in the past few months really started to say a lot of different words. Just when I think something she says is totally cute (like "Ewww, gross!" when she takes off her diapers), she manages to top it with something cuter a few days later. Babies and toddlers amaze me because they are constantly learning new things. When they learn something you didn't teach them, it's fascinating.
Anyhow, I got a credit card offer in the mail the other day. I tear them to little bitty bits before I throw them away, but I pull the fake cards out and give them to Curly Girly to play with, because lately she is entertained by cards. (Maybe because she likes to play with Daddy's wallet?) So I hand her the card and she says all excitedly, " 's money??!"
Now I KNOW I didn't teach her that. I don't even have a credit card. Either she watches too much tv, or spends too much time listening to other people at my work. Perhaps both. It's cute at any rate. It also reminds me that it's not too far in the future that I will have to teach her about money and using it responsibly. She's growing up so fast!
-duckyone.
Anyhow, I got a credit card offer in the mail the other day. I tear them to little bitty bits before I throw them away, but I pull the fake cards out and give them to Curly Girly to play with, because lately she is entertained by cards. (Maybe because she likes to play with Daddy's wallet?) So I hand her the card and she says all excitedly, " 's money??!"
Now I KNOW I didn't teach her that. I don't even have a credit card. Either she watches too much tv, or spends too much time listening to other people at my work. Perhaps both. It's cute at any rate. It also reminds me that it's not too far in the future that I will have to teach her about money and using it responsibly. She's growing up so fast!
-duckyone.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Work cracks me up!
I know I've been talking a lot about work when it's my days off, but seriously, that place cracks me up! I take back returns, which, for the most part, is the easiest and funniest job in the store. A lot of people I work with say they would never want my job because that's where the angry customers go. They look at me horrified when I tell them my job is easy. I tell them that maybe 1% of my customers are angry, but they seem suspicious.
Have you ever seen someone flip out because we won't return their junky old item because it's over a year past their 90 day return period? Yeah, I have. It's hilarious. They tell me how it's my fault for selling them low quality merchandise, like I'm the one in the factory that put it together or something. They complain that they didn't know anything about the return policy, even though it's posted in big letters on the wall behind my register, and for some items that are exceptions to the 90 day rule, it is posted in the department by the items, and on their receipt. "You actually expect people to read the receipt?" Can you believe people actually ask me that? And yes, I do expect that people read the receipt, and yes, other people do. I know because people come to me when they get overcharged 5 cents on their grapes or something.
Someone yelling at me because they don't understand the concept of 90 days is amusing to me. If they are particularly unruly, I just call up my boss. This is not because I want someone to give in to them. This is not because I feel intimidated or like crying. It is because they won't listen to me, and because I am usually trying not to laugh in front of them.
The best part of people flipping out about return policies? We take back darn near everything within reason. You sat on your toilet seat and it cracked under you a week after you bought it? Bring it back. You bought a goldfish and it died after 2 months? Stick it in a plastic baggy and bring it on in. You bought underwear, and when you tried it on, it was 3 sizes too small and fit like a thong when it shouldn't have? Come get your refund. You have meat that you bought a few days ago, and when you went to use it, it smelled so bad that Oscar the Grouch would vomit? Take that stenchy mess back into the store! I don't know about you, but I think that is pretty reasonable. If you saw the stuff I take back on a normal day, you'd probably be like, "What?!? Why would you take that back?"
While I'm on the topic of returns, I will tell you the funniest reason I hear about returning stuff....
"I looked at the package and it said it's made in China so I'm bringing it back."
...Wait, what? Are you serious? You should just stop shopping here, because at *insertstorenamehere*, a lot of stuff is made in China or other equally far away countries. The best part of this is that the majority of these people come to me and not my other return worker buddies. They know this and they think it's funny too. I don't get it because 1. I'm not Chinese, 2. I'm not anti-Chinese (or anti-any nationality), and 3. I don't care what country my stuff is made in. It's a big mystery of returns.
The other mystery of returns: the invisible worker. Our counter is rather long, with 4 registers. I use the short, handicap accessible one on the end, because no one else likes it and I don't mind it. Just the other day, I was at the short register, and a coworker was on the far other end of the counter, and no one was at the two in the center. We were both standing there at our registers, and when customers walked up, we were greeting them and asking how we could help them. So where do you think they go? If you guess the two empty registers in the middle, you are correct. (If I were at a middle register, they would go to whichever end is furthest away. It's part of the mystery of the phantom worker.)
I want to know how they can see the invisible cashier, when I don't see anything. Even when I go, "I can help you down here on the end," they still put their return in the middle of the counter, a good 10 feet from where I am. My favorite part is when they ignore me asking them to come to the end, and they watch me walk back and forth from them to my register 3 or 4 times to get the return done. I have found a good solution to this though. They park their stuff in front of an empty register. I start their return and tell them, "I will be right back," and go to process the return. All of a sudden, they are in front of my register! Works like a charm!
Ok, that is my rambling look into the amusing parts of my job! Doesn't it sound like fun? (I suppose you probably shouldn't answer that.)
-duckyone.
Have you ever seen someone flip out because we won't return their junky old item because it's over a year past their 90 day return period? Yeah, I have. It's hilarious. They tell me how it's my fault for selling them low quality merchandise, like I'm the one in the factory that put it together or something. They complain that they didn't know anything about the return policy, even though it's posted in big letters on the wall behind my register, and for some items that are exceptions to the 90 day rule, it is posted in the department by the items, and on their receipt. "You actually expect people to read the receipt?" Can you believe people actually ask me that? And yes, I do expect that people read the receipt, and yes, other people do. I know because people come to me when they get overcharged 5 cents on their grapes or something.
Someone yelling at me because they don't understand the concept of 90 days is amusing to me. If they are particularly unruly, I just call up my boss. This is not because I want someone to give in to them. This is not because I feel intimidated or like crying. It is because they won't listen to me, and because I am usually trying not to laugh in front of them.
The best part of people flipping out about return policies? We take back darn near everything within reason. You sat on your toilet seat and it cracked under you a week after you bought it? Bring it back. You bought a goldfish and it died after 2 months? Stick it in a plastic baggy and bring it on in. You bought underwear, and when you tried it on, it was 3 sizes too small and fit like a thong when it shouldn't have? Come get your refund. You have meat that you bought a few days ago, and when you went to use it, it smelled so bad that Oscar the Grouch would vomit? Take that stenchy mess back into the store! I don't know about you, but I think that is pretty reasonable. If you saw the stuff I take back on a normal day, you'd probably be like, "What?!? Why would you take that back?"
While I'm on the topic of returns, I will tell you the funniest reason I hear about returning stuff....
"I looked at the package and it said it's made in China so I'm bringing it back."
...Wait, what? Are you serious? You should just stop shopping here, because at *insertstorenamehere*, a lot of stuff is made in China or other equally far away countries. The best part of this is that the majority of these people come to me and not my other return worker buddies. They know this and they think it's funny too. I don't get it because 1. I'm not Chinese, 2. I'm not anti-Chinese (or anti-any nationality), and 3. I don't care what country my stuff is made in. It's a big mystery of returns.
The other mystery of returns: the invisible worker. Our counter is rather long, with 4 registers. I use the short, handicap accessible one on the end, because no one else likes it and I don't mind it. Just the other day, I was at the short register, and a coworker was on the far other end of the counter, and no one was at the two in the center. We were both standing there at our registers, and when customers walked up, we were greeting them and asking how we could help them. So where do you think they go? If you guess the two empty registers in the middle, you are correct. (If I were at a middle register, they would go to whichever end is furthest away. It's part of the mystery of the phantom worker.)
I want to know how they can see the invisible cashier, when I don't see anything. Even when I go, "I can help you down here on the end," they still put their return in the middle of the counter, a good 10 feet from where I am. My favorite part is when they ignore me asking them to come to the end, and they watch me walk back and forth from them to my register 3 or 4 times to get the return done. I have found a good solution to this though. They park their stuff in front of an empty register. I start their return and tell them, "I will be right back," and go to process the return. All of a sudden, they are in front of my register! Works like a charm!
Ok, that is my rambling look into the amusing parts of my job! Doesn't it sound like fun? (I suppose you probably shouldn't answer that.)
-duckyone.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Stupid Thieves.
Since I take back returns at *insertstorenamehere*, I have had the opportunity to see a lot of weird things and hear a lot of weird stories. Some are funny, some are good stories, but the majority just leave me either angry, shaking my head in disbelief, or both.
The common misconception about the place I work is that the workers are stupid, poor, and trashy. People say they are boycotting the store because it treats the employees so badly- terrible wages and whatnot. These same people come in wanting to "stick it to the [evil smiley faced] man" and steal a few (ok, maybe more than a few) items from the store.
I just want to let those thieves know-- it's your fault our wages stink and why prices on the items you do buy to make you look like a normal customer when you are stealing a whole purse full of stuff get raised. Honestly, I don't make a ton of money but my wage isn't completely horrible. But it's still not a lot, which is why my coworkers and I look forward to our quarterly bonuses. Thanks directly to people sticking it to *insertstorenamehere* and helping themselves to a five finger discount, my almost 500 coworkers and I won't be getting a bonus. I was hoping for a bonus to make sure we squeaked by on bills for that month, or to make sure I had a little saved for Christmas presents for my family. It's not really "bonus" happy money for most of us- it's something we will notice not getting and something that we could have used.
I suppose if you're a thief that perhaps you don't really care about other people. Plus, you think "Thou Shalt Not Steal" is an optional concept. It's rather unfortunate. But if you really hate my workplace and the way it treats its workers, hows about you stop stealing from us and just stop shopping there, instead of making our problems worse.
Also, maybe next time you're trying to return stolen stuff, don't talk to me like I'm an idiot? I have a college degree, I've been in my job for several years, and I see right through your stupid story about why you have that expensive item but your grandma's uncle's cousin's great-nephew's pet pot-bellied pig has a receipt fetish and you can't pry the receipt out of his snotty snout. I hope you know that I don't believe you. And when you throw a fit to get your own way, I'm not quiet because I'm afraid of you and want to cave. I'm quiet because I'm trying really hard not to laugh at your ridiculous toddler-style tantrum.
That is all.
-duckyone.
The common misconception about the place I work is that the workers are stupid, poor, and trashy. People say they are boycotting the store because it treats the employees so badly- terrible wages and whatnot. These same people come in wanting to "stick it to the [evil smiley faced] man" and steal a few (ok, maybe more than a few) items from the store.
I just want to let those thieves know-- it's your fault our wages stink and why prices on the items you do buy to make you look like a normal customer when you are stealing a whole purse full of stuff get raised. Honestly, I don't make a ton of money but my wage isn't completely horrible. But it's still not a lot, which is why my coworkers and I look forward to our quarterly bonuses. Thanks directly to people sticking it to *insertstorenamehere* and helping themselves to a five finger discount, my almost 500 coworkers and I won't be getting a bonus. I was hoping for a bonus to make sure we squeaked by on bills for that month, or to make sure I had a little saved for Christmas presents for my family. It's not really "bonus" happy money for most of us- it's something we will notice not getting and something that we could have used.
I suppose if you're a thief that perhaps you don't really care about other people. Plus, you think "Thou Shalt Not Steal" is an optional concept. It's rather unfortunate. But if you really hate my workplace and the way it treats its workers, hows about you stop stealing from us and just stop shopping there, instead of making our problems worse.
Also, maybe next time you're trying to return stolen stuff, don't talk to me like I'm an idiot? I have a college degree, I've been in my job for several years, and I see right through your stupid story about why you have that expensive item but your grandma's uncle's cousin's great-nephew's pet pot-bellied pig has a receipt fetish and you can't pry the receipt out of his snotty snout. I hope you know that I don't believe you. And when you throw a fit to get your own way, I'm not quiet because I'm afraid of you and want to cave. I'm quiet because I'm trying really hard not to laugh at your ridiculous toddler-style tantrum.
That is all.
-duckyone.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Muppet Nightmares
I haven't started having Muppet nightmares, but I know it's in my near future at the rate things are going. Curly Girly hands me the remote every day going "Elmooo peeease?" I won't even tell you how many episodes of Sesame Street I watch a day. If that's not scary enough, she's got Elmo books, DVDs, toys, and potty, so I'm not safe in any room of the house.
In fact, the one room that should be a haven, and Elmo-free zone, is the worst, Elmo-iest place in the world. My bedroom has even been infiltrated by that furry red Muppet. You see, I have Curly Girly's birthday preparations in my room to keep safe from grubby 1 year old mitts. That means Elmo party favors and decorations in a big box in my room. And the scariest Elmo of all is in there. We got her a stuffed Elmo with glowing eyes. Darn thing is freaky. Might come get us in our sleep. *shudders*
So if you hear someone screaming from the Midwest in the middle of the night, it's just me, either waking up from the worst and furriest dream of my life, or being attacked by the scariest Elmo doll ever.
-duckyone.
In fact, the one room that should be a haven, and Elmo-free zone, is the worst, Elmo-iest place in the world. My bedroom has even been infiltrated by that furry red Muppet. You see, I have Curly Girly's birthday preparations in my room to keep safe from grubby 1 year old mitts. That means Elmo party favors and decorations in a big box in my room. And the scariest Elmo of all is in there. We got her a stuffed Elmo with glowing eyes. Darn thing is freaky. Might come get us in our sleep. *shudders*
So if you hear someone screaming from the Midwest in the middle of the night, it's just me, either waking up from the worst and furriest dream of my life, or being attacked by the scariest Elmo doll ever.
-duckyone.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
29ishness.
So, I completely forgot to mention earlier this week- my birthday was Tuesday. I turned 29 on the 29th. That is pretty nifty. I have high hopes for my 29-ness. I'm not sure why. I just like being 29. 29 is a cool number. 29 is a good age, where you're still 20s, which is young, but definitely an adult. Maybe this year will be the year when customers stop asking me if I'm old enough to sell them alcohol? I'm not sure what this year will bring, but I'm just happy to be 29. It's good.
(And what did I do to celebrate my birthday, you ask? I made myself a carrot cake. It was good. And being that I live in Nebraska now, I watched people light off fireworks. It's a benefit of being born near the 4th and one of the good things about playing Nebraskan for a while. That's all. I'm a big party animal! Woo!)
-duckyone.
(And what did I do to celebrate my birthday, you ask? I made myself a carrot cake. It was good. And being that I live in Nebraska now, I watched people light off fireworks. It's a benefit of being born near the 4th and one of the good things about playing Nebraskan for a while. That's all. I'm a big party animal! Woo!)
-duckyone.
Potty Time With Elmo!
So the kiddo all of a sudden hates dirty diapers. She even tries to change her own diapers. She used to not mind sitting in a dirty diaper and fussed when we insisted on changing her. Now, she finds her diapers, opens one, sits on it backward, and then takes her dirty diaper off to give to me or her daddy. Sometimes she will hand us the diaper first, with an accompanying "Ewww, gross." Thanks, kid. Really nice.
So Curly Girly aka Elmo Addict has an Elmo potty that we got her for Christmas, and I figured it was as good a time as any to bust it out and see what happens. Now this thing talks in a creepy Elmo voice in French, Spanish, and English. I'm all for equal language opportunity, but honestly, Elmo speaking things I didn't understand was giving me the heebie jeebies, so my husband tinkered with it and figured out how to make it just creepy in one language that I at least understand.
Curly Girly sometimes sits on it, but usually just to press the button and make it talk. She's much more interested in watching me go to the bathroom. Ewww, gross. I'm not one for putting on Ducky's Potty Show, so it's kind of weird to have another person in there watching me go. Although, she is a very nice audience, and even claps when I flush. *bows* Thank you, thank you, I do 3-4 shows a day so be sure to check me out later, kid.
She seems to understand some basic potty concepts. She can say "pee pee," "poo poo," and "potty." She takes off her own diaper to sit on the potty. She even tries to wipe herself and then bugs me to let her wash her hands afterward. It's totally cute! But she just won't go. She's only one so we have plenty of time though. She even said, "Potty, please!" and then shook the gate for me to let her upstairs to her potty, but when she got up there she pushed the Elmo button a few times and then ran naked into the hallway to torture one of the cats.
So I am actually telling you all of this to tell you that we bought the "Elmo's Potty Time" DVD because I thought it might help her out. It's 45 minutes long, and I think MAYBE 1 minute of that is actually showing a potty. They talk on 123 Sesame Street's outside steps about words for urine and feces. Elmo rides his tricycle around the street and talks about what it feels like to have to go. Then Elmo and another Muppet (Telly maybe? I forget) sing about how it's ok to have accidents when you're learning. Baby Bear talks about how his little sister Curly Bear is potty training. Prairie Dawn has a flashback about buying her big girl underpants (with pianos on them!). So where is the actual potty in potty training?
I was hoping that if Curly Girly saw Elmo sitting on a potty, then maybe she'd want to too. But they only show him on a potty for a few seconds that the beginning, while his dad sings a potty song and then goes in search of air freshener because apparently Elmo reeks. But the rest of the episode it all about the concept of the potty and no instructional potty-ness or how to for the kiddies. No offense, Elmo, but poo to that! (har, har)
There were 2 things I liked about the DVD. 1. A kid says the word "dookie." 2. It was brought to you by the letter P and the number 2! HAHAHAHA!
Anyhow, I just wanted to say that potty training is so much more amusing when Elmo is involved.
-duckyone
So Curly Girly aka Elmo Addict has an Elmo potty that we got her for Christmas, and I figured it was as good a time as any to bust it out and see what happens. Now this thing talks in a creepy Elmo voice in French, Spanish, and English. I'm all for equal language opportunity, but honestly, Elmo speaking things I didn't understand was giving me the heebie jeebies, so my husband tinkered with it and figured out how to make it just creepy in one language that I at least understand.
Curly Girly sometimes sits on it, but usually just to press the button and make it talk. She's much more interested in watching me go to the bathroom. Ewww, gross. I'm not one for putting on Ducky's Potty Show, so it's kind of weird to have another person in there watching me go. Although, she is a very nice audience, and even claps when I flush. *bows* Thank you, thank you, I do 3-4 shows a day so be sure to check me out later, kid.
She seems to understand some basic potty concepts. She can say "pee pee," "poo poo," and "potty." She takes off her own diaper to sit on the potty. She even tries to wipe herself and then bugs me to let her wash her hands afterward. It's totally cute! But she just won't go. She's only one so we have plenty of time though. She even said, "Potty, please!" and then shook the gate for me to let her upstairs to her potty, but when she got up there she pushed the Elmo button a few times and then ran naked into the hallway to torture one of the cats.
So I am actually telling you all of this to tell you that we bought the "Elmo's Potty Time" DVD because I thought it might help her out. It's 45 minutes long, and I think MAYBE 1 minute of that is actually showing a potty. They talk on 123 Sesame Street's outside steps about words for urine and feces. Elmo rides his tricycle around the street and talks about what it feels like to have to go. Then Elmo and another Muppet (Telly maybe? I forget) sing about how it's ok to have accidents when you're learning. Baby Bear talks about how his little sister Curly Bear is potty training. Prairie Dawn has a flashback about buying her big girl underpants (with pianos on them!). So where is the actual potty in potty training?
I was hoping that if Curly Girly saw Elmo sitting on a potty, then maybe she'd want to too. But they only show him on a potty for a few seconds that the beginning, while his dad sings a potty song and then goes in search of air freshener because apparently Elmo reeks. But the rest of the episode it all about the concept of the potty and no instructional potty-ness or how to for the kiddies. No offense, Elmo, but poo to that! (har, har)
There were 2 things I liked about the DVD. 1. A kid says the word "dookie." 2. It was brought to you by the letter P and the number 2! HAHAHAHA!
Anyhow, I just wanted to say that potty training is so much more amusing when Elmo is involved.
-duckyone
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