OK, I can't take it anymore. I understand that our youth have their styles, but I am about to lose it. I swear, if I see one more young man's underwear because he sagged his pants below his butt, I am going to pull his pants down to his ankles. And if I see one more young girl with a muffin top, the ones who try to shove their fat behinds into tiny pants and their fat has nowhere to go but up and over the top of their pants, I am going to drag them into the nearest store to buy them a pair of pants that fit.
Instead of spending your entire day pulling your pants up and your tops down to cover what's in between, you just need to find clothes that fit properly. Obviously they have to keep tugging away because they see people staring at them. You would think the snickering they hear, especially my comments that are made loud enough for them to hear, would deter them, but to no avail.
I have no shame in calling you out on it if you have no shame in wearing those ridiculous clothes. I call my son out on it in public and I do the same with his friends. I have asked my son in a public place if he had to go to the bathroom. When he asked why I replied, "Because it looks like you took a crap in your pants and it is weighing them down to your knees." Needless to say, the pants went up faster than he could walk out of the store.
My sister and I have our own fashion police thing going on between us and I guess now would be as good a time as any to make a website about these fashion blunders we see on a daily basis. Of course we would put the black bars across their eyes to protect the innocent....from having to admit that they know these people.
The only underwear I want to see from now on are mine as I am putting them on and the only muffin tops I want to see should be on the muffin I am eating. Suspenders anyone?
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
Aahhh...winter, spring, summer, fall
Childhood is the most beautiful of all life's seasons.
— Anonymous
Have you ever just sat in a park and watched the kids at play? Or what about people watching at Disneyland or somewhere similar? I have and I find it fascinating. Watching the looks of wonder and puzzlement when a small child comes across something new or the smile on their face when they are enjoying something they are doing is great to watch.
Whether you don't have kids or you do, and you can get beyond the crying, screaming, and acting out, childhood is beautiful. I remember when I was younger and how I could turn anything into fun. Whether it was taking a piece of paper and turning it into a fancy folded letter to one of my friends or rolling down a hill of grass and laughing the whole way down, it was a time when I could be whatever I wanted and be free of all responsibilities. OK, I still had to make my bed, but it was nothing compared to the responsibilities adults face today.
There are people out there today who try to take childhood and turn it into something ugly and dirty. Don't let them. For those of you who have children, sit where they can't see you and just watch them for a few minutes. It takes you back to your yesteryear and lets you be a part of your childhood again.
I am going to go down and buy a snow cone machine this weekend and make snow cones again with my son. The price of a snow cone may have gone up from when I sold them as a child, but the memories will always be priceless.
— Anonymous
Have you ever just sat in a park and watched the kids at play? Or what about people watching at Disneyland or somewhere similar? I have and I find it fascinating. Watching the looks of wonder and puzzlement when a small child comes across something new or the smile on their face when they are enjoying something they are doing is great to watch.
Whether you don't have kids or you do, and you can get beyond the crying, screaming, and acting out, childhood is beautiful. I remember when I was younger and how I could turn anything into fun. Whether it was taking a piece of paper and turning it into a fancy folded letter to one of my friends or rolling down a hill of grass and laughing the whole way down, it was a time when I could be whatever I wanted and be free of all responsibilities. OK, I still had to make my bed, but it was nothing compared to the responsibilities adults face today.
There are people out there today who try to take childhood and turn it into something ugly and dirty. Don't let them. For those of you who have children, sit where they can't see you and just watch them for a few minutes. It takes you back to your yesteryear and lets you be a part of your childhood again.
I am going to go down and buy a snow cone machine this weekend and make snow cones again with my son. The price of a snow cone may have gone up from when I sold them as a child, but the memories will always be priceless.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Who throws a wrench in your plans?
My husband did earlier this week. I led a chaotic life as it with three children and a husband. Wait...make that four children. When one of them throws me off, it can throw my whole day off. I was out taking my son to school and thought that I would plan my day smartly and take care of a few of my own errands for once.
I wanted to go in a circle and end up back at my home, like I teach others to do when running their own errand or concierge service. I went up the street and stopped at the dry cleaners. Moved through the parking lot and made a mad dash into the grocery store to pick up items to make two separate dinners. I then ran through the Post Office and went on my way home. Proud at how fast I had accomplished my errands.
I got home and called my husband to come out and grab some of the stuff from the car. He gets to the car and tells me, "Oh, I thought you had stopped by McDonald's to get some breakfast." I wanted to throw the bottle of spaghetti sauce at his head, but thought about the mess I would have to clean up afterwards and how it would throw me off schedule even more, and chose not to. I told him I would go grab some food and then he would have to come back out and empty out the rest of the car.
Although it didn't take long to complete the task of getting breakfast, the fact that it wasn't in my schedule distracted me from what I had planned. Lately, I have tried to stick to a stricter schedule because I have a lot of activities coming up this month, but it just isn't working out like I had planned. Oh heck, until I can get the kids out of the house and whack my husband over the head with my cane each time he pulls a task out of his hat, I guess I will pick up that wrench and put it in my back pocket.
I wanted to go in a circle and end up back at my home, like I teach others to do when running their own errand or concierge service. I went up the street and stopped at the dry cleaners. Moved through the parking lot and made a mad dash into the grocery store to pick up items to make two separate dinners. I then ran through the Post Office and went on my way home. Proud at how fast I had accomplished my errands.
I got home and called my husband to come out and grab some of the stuff from the car. He gets to the car and tells me, "Oh, I thought you had stopped by McDonald's to get some breakfast." I wanted to throw the bottle of spaghetti sauce at his head, but thought about the mess I would have to clean up afterwards and how it would throw me off schedule even more, and chose not to. I told him I would go grab some food and then he would have to come back out and empty out the rest of the car.
Although it didn't take long to complete the task of getting breakfast, the fact that it wasn't in my schedule distracted me from what I had planned. Lately, I have tried to stick to a stricter schedule because I have a lot of activities coming up this month, but it just isn't working out like I had planned. Oh heck, until I can get the kids out of the house and whack my husband over the head with my cane each time he pulls a task out of his hat, I guess I will pick up that wrench and put it in my back pocket.
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