Crumbs Under the Mini-Van Seat

This photo–of someone elses’s trashy mini-van–is one of the few things that makes me feel better about my own.

Our mini-van is a pit, littered with popcorn, Goldfish crackers, granola bar wrappers, toys, and books. It’s a random place that, I fear, may never feel organized or tidy. The second that it does, we’ll know it’s time to move on, time to shed the catch-all vehicle and ease into a more adult vehicle (Toyota’s new XXX, perhaps?), something littered only with lip tints, incense, and throw pillows.

At any rate, my thoughts today are random, like the crap under the seat of the mini-van. My brain is a jumbled mash of odds and ends:

1) At National Night Out a few weeks ago, we had a big block party. Customarily, police officers and firefighters stop by—part of the whole community-building vibe and all. During the visits, I totally appreciated that my kids actively avoided all officers of the law, refusing to come over for high fives or badge stickers. Such avoidance tactics will serve them well in 8 years, when the keggers they’re at are being busted.

2) I’m sitting and watching Paco’s karate class as I type this. Straight ahead of me is the father of a kid in the class. Every time I look up, I think, “I’ll bet you were pretty attractive in your younger years, Pappy, but right now, you just look bloated and like you drink too much.”

3) Oh, hell. Turns out I was looking at myself in the mirrors that line the wall of the karate studio.

4) Joking. There really is a bloated dad here. If it sounds kinder, I can qualify: he’s only bloated in the face, which looks like it’s still detoxifying last night’s 12-pack.

5) Funny how all the beer went to his face.

6) But he is wearing nice flip-flops, and that’s something.

7) Plus, he is here, watching his kid’s karate class, so that’s something else.

8) I just hope he doesn’t yack. He seems to be fighting the urge.

9) Seriously, he’s gone into the please-don’t-let-me-hurl-in-public zone…you know, the one where you sit up a little bit too straight and pull your chin in towards your neck? My kids will know it well in 8 years, the day after they’ve run away from the cops at a kegger. And I’ll recognize it then, too, and make a pungent scallop stew for breakfast that I ladle out with a dried ox tongue and serve over a bed of ear wax. That should really get them pulling their chins in towards their necks.

10) As long as I’m rambling about kids’ activities, let me trip across the subject of Girl’s soccer coaches this year. I totally think the two doctors-by-day/coaches-by-night guys are to be admired for offering up their time and buying a clipboard and all; however, they both seem very nervous around a herd of 16 nine-year-old girls, to the point that they avoid interacting with the girls the same way my kids avoid interacting with officers of the law. For example, these coaches, several weeks into the season, still don’t know any of the girls’ names except their own daughters’. This REALLY bothers me. Also, they ask the girls to arrive to games half an hour early, yet they themselves arrive a fair bit after that and, without ever acknowledging the crowd of girls standing there in full gear, they have a huddle with each other that lasts until the start of the game.

I’m giving them a couple more nights before I go all Enthusiastic Parent Volunteer on their asses and jump right in, as they huddle importantly in doctors-with-clipboards fashion; while they murmur to each other, “I dunno what our goalie’s name is. You ask her. No, YOU ask her. You ask her. Oh, all right: Let’s just refer to her as Curly Hair Girl when we confab like this and, er, during a game, to pull her off the field, we’ll gesture wildly and yell, ‘Red Team Goalie: Come IN!’; in the meantime, my enthusiastic volunteer parent self will get the girls warming up together—maybe making a circle and kicking the ball around while playing The Name Game, so they at least know the names of their teammates. Of course, once I do that, it’ll be a short step from pairing them to do dribbling and stopping drills, having them practice passes, working with them on scoring goals, to becoming a doctor with a clipboard one day myself.

11) Classes start next week at the college. My lack of enthusiasm for this indicates, if any doubt remained, that I was actually born to be a Manhattan trophy wife who fills her days with Botox injections, hiring and firing the help, and “charity work.” It astounds me how easily I can fill a day with non-workish activities, and the hours fly. But in the face of teaching 175 students (my all-time high, speaking of how lower student/teacher ratios improve the quality of education), I am limp and full of dread, as though I’m about to head into the theatre to watch a buddy comedy called BRAIN TRUST starring Jennifer Lopez and Mariah Carey as former cabinet members (clearly from the Bush administration) who, at professional loose ends, decide to open a detective agency aimed at solving pet-related crimes; this film also features a cameo by Jessica Simpson emerging from the waves in both slow motion and a bikini. Indeed, even before the opening titles of the semester, I’m sitting all slumpy and waiting for the final credits to roll.

12) Okay, the hungover dad just left the studio and is now pacing in circles out in the parking lot, a little too near to my mini-van, if you ask me. On the flip side, the van is so filthy, I wouldn’t actually notice the addition of a puddle of spew.





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21 responses to “Crumbs Under the Mini-Van Seat”

  1. Shania Avatar

    Frankly, I feel a bit violated that you used a picture of my car without permission. How rude. 😉

  2. kmkat Avatar

    Thank you! Once more you have brightened my day. (And reminded me that I should vacuum my car.)

  3. chelle Avatar

    You must always blog at practice ok!?! hehehehe

  4. Yo is Me Avatar
    Yo is Me

    3) you're hilarious and i believed you!!

    9) you're evil and i love it and i'm totally going to use that.

    10) you have to play the name game! and get your own clipboard. and be the coach.

    11) we should do lunch and swap maids and buy vases.

  5. Becky Cazares Avatar
    Becky Cazares

    Please don't EVER learn those doctor's names. Just refer to them as Dr. A and Dr. B, unless their clipboards are different colors, in which case they would be Dr. Fuschia, and Dr. Puke Green (not a reference to bloated dad). And don't address them directly – the way they do on their "rounds" when they pick up a chart and ask how "we" are doing today.

    I think on the first day of class when you get a glimpse of those darling Mindy-faced youngsters, you'll find your groove again. Remember, at least one of them really WILL have her (his?) own reality show and you'll be so proud as they misuse their they're there in some fashion and you'll see them visibly twinge with that small part of their brain that recalls your class.

  6. Jazz Avatar

    That's not really the floor of your car is it? Not really!

    Maybe it wasn't a 12 pack and he has food poisoning.

  7. Pearl Avatar

    I laughed aloud at your noting your children's police-avoidance instincts.

  8. Jenn @ Juggling Life Avatar
    Jenn @ Juggling Life

    2 and 3 made me laugh out loud. I may or may not have had a similar experience once.

  9. yinyang Avatar

    Jumbled thoughts? Hardly. Maybe your thoughts wandered around a bit, but you're very talented at coming full circle. (But, I imagine you already knew that.)

    Which makes me think about Survivor, and the way that Jeff Probst "tallies" (arranges) the votes…

  10. flutter Avatar

    that picture looks like my kitchen floor. be afraid.

  11. Sid Avatar

    I'm glad I'm not the only one who has bitchy thoughts about random strangers' weight =)

  12. Say It Avatar
    Say It

    giggling – too funny.

  13. secret agent woman Avatar
    secret agent woman

    Oh my Lord at the van floor!

    The stuff aboutthe bloated, possibly hung-over Dad cracked me up. And pretty pathetc behavior on the soccer coahes' parts – why are they even the coaches?

  14. Trenches of Mommyhood Avatar
    Trenches of Mommyhood

    Found you @ the Women's Colony. Now you are on my blogroll – I love the way you think (and write)!

  15. heartinsanfrancisco Avatar

    Sorry to be contradictory, although it's my nature, but you would notice vomitus on your car. I state this without a glimmer of doubt.

    I snickered at the doctors cum coaches keeping the kids waiting. They're DOCTORS. Making people wait is deeply ingrained. Why don't you have the police officers your kids avoid arrest the doctors for grand larceny as they stole time from those little girls which they will never in their lives get back? (GLT.) Malpractice insurance (isn't it soccer practice?) would handily pay for all their college costs.

  16. Lisa @ Boondock Ramblings Avatar
    Lisa @ Boondock Ramblings

    Wouldn't you feel like crap if that dude had cancer and was suffering through chemo treatments.


    (I highly doubt it and would be more on the beer, but you know…I'm good at the guilt trip stuff. My mom taught me well. 🙂

  17. Midlife Jobhunter Avatar
    Midlife Jobhunter

    I used to put my dog in my minivan every now and then to snack on my three boy's remains. Always came out satisfied. With dogs, who needs a vacuum?

  18. Michelle Grant Avatar
    Michelle Grant

    Thanks for finding me so I could find you! Hisss-terical blog! And hey, I see we have the same favorite book, Wallace Stegner's Angle of Repose. It's actually a toss-up between that and Big Rock Candy Mountain, which I am currently re-reading. No one can touch WS!

  19. Green Girl in Wisconsin Avatar
    Green Girl in Wisconsin

    Your van looks like mine–except I've got a huge blue gatorade stain down the center aisle.
    I bet the dad would totally agree with your assessment of him!
    What's with coaches who don't go near their team?
    I have to convince my kids to go near cops, too–I always worry that other people think they look suspiciously suspicious when they stand back from the fuzz…

  20. phd in yogurtry Avatar
    phd in yogurtry

    I was laughing so hard that I had to share with my husband, your #3 … but I couldn't get it out, too many tears rolling down my cheeks. He thinks I'm losing it. He may be right.

  21. used minivan Avatar
    used minivan

    Hi, nice post. I have been pondering this topic,so thanks for writing. I will probably be coming back to your site. Keep up great writing.

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