Middle Finger Monday is Baaaaaccckkk...

Okay, people, I'm feeling a bit better today, so MFM is back. Pardon the interruption in services, but I was a little under the weather for a time. Shit happens; what can I say? Here goes:

* Carissa---Although this season of The Amazing Race is a watered-down family version, I will do my best to not miss an episode, if for no other reason than to be there to cheer when Carissa's family is eliminated. For those that haven't blessed themselves with and episode this season, Carissa is a 7-year old of the Gaghan family and she is THE most annoying child. I thought kids were supposed to be all cute and stuff, but this kid needs slapped. Also the parents encourage this behavior.
She says, "I can outrun any adult!" and "Adults can't trick me!"
And you can just hear the parents in the background, going, "That's right, honey!"
Uh, I don't think so, people. You are leading this child down a path of downfalls. I'm all for lifting your children up and instilling confidence in them, but she has just got to go. Sorry, Carissa, middle finger to you, 7-year old or not.

*Old Hag--- Tammy, Brit, and I all went out to lunch at the Three Sails Cafe on Friday in North East. There was some ambiance, although they could've lit the oil lamp at the table for a heat source; it was a bit chilly that day. Anyway, the food was orgasmic and Brit was the Belle of the Ball, but all of a sudden, they seated this family of four. A pre-school-aged child, his Dad, his Grandma, and another elderly person, perhaps his Grampa. Well, Grandma, a.k.a. The Hag was crazy, to say the least. I think she had restless leg syndrome or something because she was like a fart in a hot skillet. (Sorry, Tam)
She was all over the restaurant and I have no idea why, but then she decided that the boy needed to walk with her so Dad could talk to Grampa or some shit. Now, most of us know that when it comes to outings, kids don't care to sit in their seats, especially given the chance to walk around with Grandma. However, this kid was not having it, no sir. That spoke volumes to me. It was like some kid getting grabbed by a stranger, he did not want to go. So, she went again without him. Plus, she was so loud! The office upstairs could hear her, I'm sure. On her way back to the table, she was kind enough to make a pit stop at our table to discuss the baby and let us know that when they "get to his age", it's no picnic. Obviously a lover of children. (This is coming from someone who just gave a 7 yr. old the bird.) They finally came around to her table with a bottle of wine and some glasses and the wait staff asked how she was and she said, "I'll be better in a minute." Again, thanks for sharing. Then, in her loudest voice, she asked the waitress how long the owner had been bottling sherry. Who cares? The waitress was very sweet about trying to explain that she wasn't sure exactly, but that it had only been very recently, like in the past 6 months. The Hag kept going on and on about it, like she wanted an exact date , but kept acting like she knew the owner personally and was referring to him by his first name. Well, honey, if you knew him so well, then you'd know when he started bottling sherry, eh? Now, get up and get your white gloves back on and go inspect the restrooms, damnit!