Showing posts with label parenting by the seat of my pants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parenting by the seat of my pants. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
rice
i was thinking. i know, i know… who has time for that?? but i was. and what i was thinking was this: that those 5lb. bags of flour they gave us in high school to 'simulate' having a baby perpetuated LIES. no really, it should have been a 15lb. bag of rice. with a small explosive set to explode said bag of rice at random intervals; mostly when you are trying to be on time for something. and you'd have to carry around spare bags and a dustpan and sweep it all up and get it all in a new bag before you got to where you were going. you'd be late. a lot. and you would sleep, fitfully, on rice. it would be in your ears and bra... it would itch. and at the end of the 4 years of high school if you still had at least 14.5lbs. then, maybe then you passed that part of sex ed. maybe. if they didn't randomly give you another 15lb. bag after 2 years.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
arrow in my foot
news from the kingdom:
the new set came. sports outfits, yahoo!!! a swimmer complete with goggles, soccer, tennis, baseball, with balls (ha!) and gear AND (deep breath) a cheerleader. a dark green (her favorite color) cheerleader outfit with pom poms. damn, i didn't see that coming. i got the pom poms out and said the green was another tennis outfit. then big bro, in a very loud voice, was like "look at the picture, it's a cheerleader, there's pom poms" i was all shhhhh. quick, get him out, try and explain that while cheerleading, an honest sport, has trouble in the area of very little girls who are not doing flips and handstands and how do you explain cliques and fitting in and looking beautiful to a 5 year old boy?? and how encouraging sports she can do and already likes is a good idea, like soccer... double damn. but i think it's ok, she loves the athletic gear that shows what they DO. so one small step? i try.
in other news: handed knight's arrow back after mowing my first lawn ever. by myself. with an old school reel mower. it felt really freakin good.
one of my favorite songs, especially when i'm in this kind of mood...
"What It feels Like For A Girl" -Madonna from the album "Music"
[Spoken:]
Girls can wear jeans
And cut their hair short
Wear shirts and boots
'Cause it's OK to be a boy
But for a boy to look like a girl is degrading
'Cause you think that being a girl is degrading
But secretly you'd love to know what it's like
Wouldn't you
What it feels like for a girl
Silky smooth
Lips as sweet as candy, baby
Tight blue jeans
Skin that shows in patches
Strong inside but you don't know it
Good little girls they never show it
When you open up your mouth to speak
Could you be a little weak
Do you know what it feels like for a girl
Do you know what it feels like in this world
For a girl
Hair that twirls on finger tips so gently, baby
Hands that rest on jutting hips repenting
Hurt that's not supposed to show
And tears that fall when no one knows
When you're trying hard to be your best
Could you be a little less
Do you know what it feels like for a girl
Do you know what it feels like in this world
What it feels like for a girl
Strong inside but you don't know it
Good little girls they never show it
When you open up your mouth to speak
Could you be a little weak
Do you know what it feels like for a girl
Do you know what it feels like in this world
For a girl
In this world
Do you know
Do you know
Do you know what it feels like for a girl
What it feels like in this world
the new set came. sports outfits, yahoo!!! a swimmer complete with goggles, soccer, tennis, baseball, with balls (ha!) and gear AND (deep breath) a cheerleader. a dark green (her favorite color) cheerleader outfit with pom poms. damn, i didn't see that coming. i got the pom poms out and said the green was another tennis outfit. then big bro, in a very loud voice, was like "look at the picture, it's a cheerleader, there's pom poms" i was all shhhhh. quick, get him out, try and explain that while cheerleading, an honest sport, has trouble in the area of very little girls who are not doing flips and handstands and how do you explain cliques and fitting in and looking beautiful to a 5 year old boy?? and how encouraging sports she can do and already likes is a good idea, like soccer... double damn. but i think it's ok, she loves the athletic gear that shows what they DO. so one small step? i try.
in other news: handed knight's arrow back after mowing my first lawn ever. by myself. with an old school reel mower. it felt really freakin good.
one of my favorite songs, especially when i'm in this kind of mood...
"What It feels Like For A Girl" -Madonna from the album "Music"
[Spoken:]
Girls can wear jeans
And cut their hair short
Wear shirts and boots
'Cause it's OK to be a boy
But for a boy to look like a girl is degrading
'Cause you think that being a girl is degrading
But secretly you'd love to know what it's like
Wouldn't you
What it feels like for a girl
Silky smooth
Lips as sweet as candy, baby
Tight blue jeans
Skin that shows in patches
Strong inside but you don't know it
Good little girls they never show it
When you open up your mouth to speak
Could you be a little weak
Do you know what it feels like for a girl
Do you know what it feels like in this world
For a girl
Hair that twirls on finger tips so gently, baby
Hands that rest on jutting hips repenting
Hurt that's not supposed to show
And tears that fall when no one knows
When you're trying hard to be your best
Could you be a little less
Do you know what it feels like for a girl
Do you know what it feels like in this world
What it feels like for a girl
Strong inside but you don't know it
Good little girls they never show it
When you open up your mouth to speak
Could you be a little weak
Do you know what it feels like for a girl
Do you know what it feels like in this world
For a girl
In this world
Do you know
Do you know
Do you know what it feels like for a girl
What it feels like in this world
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