Friday, May 4, 2007

THE NEXT SURVIVOR SERIES

>> This was sent to me by a girlfriend- pretty funny. It is meant in fun as I don't like husband bashing. Mine actually does pretty well when I am gone. I had be away in the Big City for about 6 weeks with a high risk pregnancy and he even rearranged my cupboards for me!


THE NEXT SURVIVOR SERIES>>

Six married men will be dropped on an island with one car and 3
kids each for six weeks.

Each kid will play two sports and either take music or dance.

Each man must take care of his 3 kids; keep his assigned house
clean, correct all homework, complete science projects, cook, do
laundry, and pay a list of "pretend" bills with not enough money.

In addition, each man will have to budget in money for groceries
each week.

Each man must remember the birthdays of all their friends and
relatives, and send cards out on time.

Each man must also take each child to a doctor's appointment, a
dentist appointment and a haircut appointment. He must make one
unscheduled and inconvenient visit per child to the Urgent Care
(weekend, evening, on a holiday or right when they're about to leave for
vacation).

He must also make cookies or cupcakes for a social function.

Each man will be responsible for decorating his own assigned
house, planting flowers outside and keeping it presentable at all times.


The men will only have access to television when the kids are
asleep and all chores are done.

There is only one TV between them, and a remote with dead
batteries.

Each father will be required to know all of the words to every
stupid song that comes on TV and the name of each and every character on
cartoons.

The men must shave their legs, wear makeup daily, which they
will apply to themselves either while driving or making three lunches.

Each man will have to make an Indian hut model with six
toothpicks, a tortilla and one marker; and get a 4 year old to eat a
serving of peas.

Each man must adorn himself with jewelry, wear uncomfortable yet
stylish shoes, keep their nails polished and eyebrows groomed. The men
must try to get through each day without snot, spit-up or barf on their
clothing.

During one of the six weeks, the men will have to endure severe
abdominal cramps, back aches, and have extreme, unexplained mood swings
but never once complain or slow down from other duties. They must try
to explain what a tampon is for when the 6-yr old boy finds it in the
purse.

They must attend weekly school meetings, church, and find time
at least once to spend the afternoon at the park or a similar setting.

He will need to read a book and then pray with the children each
night without falling asleep, and then feed them, dress them, brush
their teeth and comb their hair each morning by 7:00. They must leave
the home with no food on their face or clothes.

A test will be given at the end of the six weeks, and each
father will be required to know all of the following information: each
child's birthday, height, weight, shoe size, clothes size and doctor's
name. Also the child's weight at birth, length, time of birth, and
length of labor, each child's favorite color, middle name, favorite
snack, favorite song, favorite drink, favorite toy, biggest fear and
what they want to be when they grow up.

They must clean up after their sick children at 2:00 a.m. and
then spend the remainder of the day tending to that child and waiting on
them hand and foot until they are better.

They must have a loving, age appropriate reply to, "You're not
the boss of me."

The kids vote them off the island based on performance.

The last man wins only if...he still has enough energy to be
intimate with his spouse at a moment's notice.

If the last man does win, he can play the game over and over and
over again for the next 18-25 years...eventually earning the right to be
called Mother!

3 comments:

Tricia said...

Funny. I'm not sure I have earned the right to be called mother! :o)
I can't remember when each of my children were born! When I was asked by one of my kids, I had to look it up in their Baby book.
They were appalled. How could I forget such an important event?

In my defence, I can't seem to remember my own birthday or how old I am without referring to my drivers licence. Mothering has turned my brain to mush. Or maybe it's homeschooling...

Anonymous said...

That is hilarious!

Anonymous said...

i don't like husband bashing either. however i have been known to vent.. :o)~