Friday, August 28, 2009

Oobi is not my friend.

Have you seen Oobi? If you haven't please take 22 minutes (with the understanding that you will NEVER get these minutes back and may possibly be scarred for life) and watch it. If you don't want to sacrifice your time or your sanity, I will give you a run down. Oobi is a hand. A hand with googly eyes. A hand that speaks incorrectly, and has hand friends and family members that are equally obnoxious.

Between 6:30 and 7 every morning, I let the Diva watch Noggin. This half hour of tv time in the morning helps us both out. At this point, my early riser has had breakfast, and it is crunch time for Mama to get ready for the day. It's hard to get ready for the day when you have someone following you around asking you how blood runs through your body, if God knows how to dance, or if you would like to play "princess shopping" for the millionth time. It's also nice to get dressed without your 3 year old telling you your belly resembles Frosty The Snowman, all the while following you around singing the darn song.

So, now that happy 30 minutes is filled by freakin' Oobi. The Diva loves Oobi. Oobi makes me sick. Literally. I had a migraine the other day and the sound of Oobi's voice literally made me throw up.

This morning, Oobi had a new friend. Frieda. She's a foot! I am totally confused as to how whoever is playing Frieda moves their leg around in that awkward position. Are they walking on their hands? What's up with that? I made some smart remark about Frieda, and The Diva got mad. Really mad. She went on a tirade about Frieda.

"What do you mean, you don't like Frieda? Are you kidding me, Mom? She's a talking foot!!! And she has toes! She's upside down! She has toes! I like her! She's a talking foot! She doesn't have fingers! She's a talking foot!"

So throughout the day, I've just randomly said, "I don't like Frieda." To which the Diva replies, "She's a talking foot!" The Diva's arguement is part of the reason Frieda bothers me so much, she's a talking foot! Come on! The hands were bad enough. Now they've thrown feet into the mix.

For some reason The Diva has become the great Oobi defender. I almost feel bad dissing it to her, since she likes it so much. Almost, but not really. Oobi has got to go. I almost think watching some VH1 reality show would be of more educational value. Almost, but not really. I'll let her keep Oobi, for now.


Shan said...

I think messing with her a little now and then won't hurt... just *do not* try this tactic when it comes to dating!

Mama to a diva said...

I see how the tactic could go horribly wrong when she is a bit older. She's just so animated about everything, sometimes I can't help myself.

WPMomOf2 (jen) said...

omg, I hate that show. It's disturbing and painful, ha.