Friday night into Saturday morning we had a snowfall that amount 6-8 inches of the wet white stuff on the ground, roads, porches, decks, cars, and everywhere you looked. Many people like snow. This is obvious by the winter sports available like snowboarding, skiing, bobsledding, ice skating, and other Olympic events to be held in about a week that snow is just loved by many.
As a kid my mom would dress us in winter coats, hats, gloves, boots and out we were forced to go to build snowmen, forts, or just to trudge around the yard in the freshly fallen snow. I HATED IT. She would then get all dressed up and come outside and show us how to build her required snowpeople. Like how difficult was it to remember to make a big snowball and roll it around in the snow until it got really big and then repeat another 2 times to make a 3 snowball snowman?
I hated every minute of being out in the cold and wet and pretending to enjoy this type of play. So to make my mom feel guilty I would often stand at the door with my face pressed up to the glass looking in. The very reason why she would come outside.
My daughter, like my mom, loves the snow. It is fun to get all the clothes on, the big coat, the princess snow boots, the gloves (when they can be found) and the greatest hat ever made and go outside to run, roll and play until red faced and running nose brings us inside to warm back up.
We've just had a good snowfall. The type where the temperature hovers around 32 degrees and while it was a lot of snow, the roads were able to be scraped, salted, and mostly cleared for any and all travel.
Just one little glitch. More is due to arrive again on Tuesday. Weather reporters are not yet saying how many inches are expected. Probably don't want to scare people after the recent 6-8 inches of the stuff. They know the snow flu is coming.
Snow flu is when you have had enough snow for the winter season and just can't take it anymore without having serious depression and having to call off from work for days before the roads are cleared again and you can go outside without seeing all that dirty white snow laying around in parking lots, along roadways, in your driveway. Snow flu causes severe headaches, tension, joint pains, and that's before cleaning the crap off your car. Sometimes doors freeze shut and there is a lot of beating on the door to break the ice causing hand pain before returning to the house to make that call to work that you will be late or a no show.
Some counties even grade the degree of snowfall. Level 1 is to alert drivers to be cautious. Level 2 to inform that drivers should only be out in an emergency. Level 3 is for essential drivers only. Seems to indicate a grading system designed for the slow witted. While most of us can determine our ability to drive and get about on icy or snow covered roads, there are always the few who think they can handle any conditions when in fact they are barely able to maneuver in the best of weather thereby the grading system.
This snowfall could not have hit at a worse time for us. The peanut has an upper respiratory infection and couldn't go outside to play. She tried. She pretended to put on a coat, her gloves (okay she had a pair of thick socks on her hands), her lovely hat, and her snow boots. But the sneezing and coughing prevented her from running in the yard, falling down to make snow angels, riding on the back of a snow shovel.
I didn't miss it at all. I enjoyed staying inside doing laundry, housework, and wiping a never ending discharge from her nose.
Snow flu may be hitting another wave on Wednesday of this week.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
WHAT THE .....?
Of recent weeks there has been something not quite right with me. Not any real sickness other then a severe upper respiratory infection and ear infection so bad that my ear had bled, but something that was of concern.
Of course my doctor, who will be referred to as the almost practitioner, decided he did not need to see me and said this would have to run its own course while making a diagnosis over the phone through his office help. After a trip to the hospital and the symptoms not abating the almost practitioner agreed to schedule an appointment. A new antibiotic was required to clear the infections.
One afternoon my body decided it had other things still in store for me and began by allowing me to have a seizure. Since this episode was graphic enough the details will be spared. But it was obviously eventful enough to make me decide that the almost practitioner needs to see me and check out just what has caused this to occur. And again.. no he will not schedule an appointment to see me.
What he does is write and order for me to have a glucose tolerance test. Fine. Since the almost practitioner has become too busy to see a sick and needy patient it is time for the patient to seek, investigate, and find another doctor.
In the meantime go have the GTT and get the results prior to the scheduled appointment (what a novelty to call and be scheduled to see a practicing physician without having to make 4 or 5 phone calls to be diagnosed over the phone through office assistants). The results will be available today and I am scheduled to see the new physician on Monday.
Is our health care broken? I think some of our doctors are broken. They have become almost like idols placed on high without questioning. They, like so many politicians, have become enamored of their good looks, knowledge, and think sick people are calling out of desire to be with them when what they want is to be cured of their current illness.
The almost practitioner has his office in a smaller upper middle income community. He has chosen to diagnosis over the phone without ever talking to the patient. He has refused to schedule an appointment after his patient has had a seizure. He will be replaced. What the almost practitioner has on his plate is none of my business, but my health is of concern since I am the only parent to a young child.
Of course my doctor, who will be referred to as the almost practitioner, decided he did not need to see me and said this would have to run its own course while making a diagnosis over the phone through his office help. After a trip to the hospital and the symptoms not abating the almost practitioner agreed to schedule an appointment. A new antibiotic was required to clear the infections.
One afternoon my body decided it had other things still in store for me and began by allowing me to have a seizure. Since this episode was graphic enough the details will be spared. But it was obviously eventful enough to make me decide that the almost practitioner needs to see me and check out just what has caused this to occur. And again.. no he will not schedule an appointment to see me.
What he does is write and order for me to have a glucose tolerance test. Fine. Since the almost practitioner has become too busy to see a sick and needy patient it is time for the patient to seek, investigate, and find another doctor.
In the meantime go have the GTT and get the results prior to the scheduled appointment (what a novelty to call and be scheduled to see a practicing physician without having to make 4 or 5 phone calls to be diagnosed over the phone through office assistants). The results will be available today and I am scheduled to see the new physician on Monday.
Is our health care broken? I think some of our doctors are broken. They have become almost like idols placed on high without questioning. They, like so many politicians, have become enamored of their good looks, knowledge, and think sick people are calling out of desire to be with them when what they want is to be cured of their current illness.
The almost practitioner has his office in a smaller upper middle income community. He has chosen to diagnosis over the phone without ever talking to the patient. He has refused to schedule an appointment after his patient has had a seizure. He will be replaced. What the almost practitioner has on his plate is none of my business, but my health is of concern since I am the only parent to a young child.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
GENIUS IQ
To be considered a genius a person must be very intelligent.
Over 140 - genius or near genius
120-140 - Very superior intelligence
110-119 - Superior
90-109 - Normal or average
80-89 - Dullness
and then intelligence just falls away to less then intelligent.
Einstein was considered to have an IQ of about 161.
Bobby Fischer - 187
Charles Darwin -165
Wolfgang Amadeus Motzart - 165
Leonardo da Vinci - 205
But many people on the genius list are not to be envied or emulated because they were known for being miserable human beings. Many had or have tragic personal relationships. Some are known for being dirty and smelly.
I bring up the misery suffered by so many of the people with the tag of genius IQ to demonstrate my complete satisfaction with my daughters seemingly lack of star mental abilities.
Oserina is a happy child. She is usually very even tempered (other then her temper tantrums which she manage to have when she doesn't get her way on certain things) and is a joy.
She is learning to use the potty and will even voice her need to go to the potty occasionally. She can pull her own socks off to expose her free toeys. She can pull up a princess play dress and walk to us to put her arms into the sleeves. She can ask to watch cartoons and tell us to push the remote buttons until she gets the tv channel of choice.
Her toys are described by just what they are, train, car, piano, Handy Manny, stool, chair, table, baby, bottle, Wonder Pets, puzzle, blocks and on and on. Until we get to her view master. her view master has several different discs, some Dora, princesses, Diego, Backyardigans, and others. She knows which is which by the picture on the disc.
When she asks where her view master is she says where is my knocker wonkers? Knocker wonkers. Maybe this comes from binoculars? When questioned she repeats knocker wonkers and never tries to say binoculars.
A Zhu Zhu hamster seems easy to say. Zoo Zoo. Easy peasy. Nope. It is called a squeaker party. Yes they do make sounds that sound like a squeak. But they also purr, hum, and whistle. There is a variety of noises coming from these little mechanical pets. Like knocker wonkers what determined the name squeaker party?
Let's just admit that this little girl is not in the upper reaches of the IQ levels. Does this upset me? Absolutely not. Having a brother with a really high IQ and realizing many of the down sides that come with that makes me very happy to have a Baby Huey in my life. Not dull, not even less then dull.
Social. Reaching out to make a new friend where ever she goes. Laughing at being silly. Beginning to have a sense of humor. Having an imagination. Loving. Friendly. Happy. These seem so much more important then being potty trained, writing her name, reading the newspaper, coloring in the lines like my brother did before the age of three.
We all wish to have a brilliant child who can be successful at any career. We all hope to have a happy, well adjusted child who finds success at their choice of jobs. I'll root for the second choice any day. Happy beats genius any day.
Over 140 - genius or near genius
120-140 - Very superior intelligence
110-119 - Superior
90-109 - Normal or average
80-89 - Dullness
and then intelligence just falls away to less then intelligent.
Einstein was considered to have an IQ of about 161.
Bobby Fischer - 187
Charles Darwin -165
Wolfgang Amadeus Motzart - 165
Leonardo da Vinci - 205
But many people on the genius list are not to be envied or emulated because they were known for being miserable human beings. Many had or have tragic personal relationships. Some are known for being dirty and smelly.
I bring up the misery suffered by so many of the people with the tag of genius IQ to demonstrate my complete satisfaction with my daughters seemingly lack of star mental abilities.
Oserina is a happy child. She is usually very even tempered (other then her temper tantrums which she manage to have when she doesn't get her way on certain things) and is a joy.
She is learning to use the potty and will even voice her need to go to the potty occasionally. She can pull her own socks off to expose her free toeys. She can pull up a princess play dress and walk to us to put her arms into the sleeves. She can ask to watch cartoons and tell us to push the remote buttons until she gets the tv channel of choice.
Her toys are described by just what they are, train, car, piano, Handy Manny, stool, chair, table, baby, bottle, Wonder Pets, puzzle, blocks and on and on. Until we get to her view master. her view master has several different discs, some Dora, princesses, Diego, Backyardigans, and others. She knows which is which by the picture on the disc.
When she asks where her view master is she says where is my knocker wonkers? Knocker wonkers. Maybe this comes from binoculars? When questioned she repeats knocker wonkers and never tries to say binoculars.
A Zhu Zhu hamster seems easy to say. Zoo Zoo. Easy peasy. Nope. It is called a squeaker party. Yes they do make sounds that sound like a squeak. But they also purr, hum, and whistle. There is a variety of noises coming from these little mechanical pets. Like knocker wonkers what determined the name squeaker party?
Let's just admit that this little girl is not in the upper reaches of the IQ levels. Does this upset me? Absolutely not. Having a brother with a really high IQ and realizing many of the down sides that come with that makes me very happy to have a Baby Huey in my life. Not dull, not even less then dull.
Social. Reaching out to make a new friend where ever she goes. Laughing at being silly. Beginning to have a sense of humor. Having an imagination. Loving. Friendly. Happy. These seem so much more important then being potty trained, writing her name, reading the newspaper, coloring in the lines like my brother did before the age of three.
We all wish to have a brilliant child who can be successful at any career. We all hope to have a happy, well adjusted child who finds success at their choice of jobs. I'll root for the second choice any day. Happy beats genius any day.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
THE LAST DAYS
This is not a tale about global warming and how the earth will cease to exist as we know it, it is a woeful tale of friends.
I have a friend who was married to an idiot. Both worked at their jobs and made a good livable income until he got even dumber and committed suicide. This friend was loyal to him and loved him. The teenaged step children that she had brought into her home and assisted in rearing turned against her. They left her home before the funeral. Just to add more guilt to her grieving process.
Another friend also was married to an idiot. A drunken, wife abusing jerk. They ended in divorce but not before the birth of 3 children. Her second husband was almost an icon in the community where they lived. He adopted the children who were proud to be his children. His death left her a widow at 50 years old. I have never attended a larger funeral, he had touched so many lives and they all turned out to celebrate his life by the hundreds maybe even in the thousands.
This friend was happy in her second marriage and was left well provided for. Recently she has met a man, who she has called her friend. Well as an adult, calling him her boyfriend would be a bit juvenile. A third friend has shared that she had a "friend" for years before finally marrying him.
The friend with the new man in her life has adult children now. One of the children has taken exception to his mom having a relationship with any man. He has chosen to exclude her from his life and that of his children.
My friend is an adult and can decide just how she wants to handle this. But I just wonder, does stupidity just happen or is there a just cause?
The first friend is a hard worker who has worked to provide for her family. She was loyal to her husband even though there were underlying signs that not all was going as well as was presented to friends. The second friend has always been willing to sacrifice her joys in order to assist in the betterment of her family. Both are not complainers, whiners, nor are they people who would allow just anyone to know of their problems. They are strong self sufficient women who have had the wind kicked out of them, picked themselves back up, and challenged the world. Yet, their step children/children have tried to push them down and feel less then good about themselves.
In raising my daughter I worry about how our lives will be in the future. Will she resent me because she is Vietnamese and I am not? Will she respect me for having to work when she would have liked me at home? Will she understand that as a single mom there is no one else to rely on? Will she crave a father? What issues will we have to overcome?
There are many good relationship examples to draw on, but the troublesome ones seem to need the most attention in my job as a mother. It seems more important to look to these as life events to avoid in some way.
But, the only conclusion I have is that somewhere along the way there is just a large amount of ignorance to overcome by certain people. More to consider as we tread along in the great mommy world. Could that stupidity happen to me or to my child?
I have a friend who was married to an idiot. Both worked at their jobs and made a good livable income until he got even dumber and committed suicide. This friend was loyal to him and loved him. The teenaged step children that she had brought into her home and assisted in rearing turned against her. They left her home before the funeral. Just to add more guilt to her grieving process.
Another friend also was married to an idiot. A drunken, wife abusing jerk. They ended in divorce but not before the birth of 3 children. Her second husband was almost an icon in the community where they lived. He adopted the children who were proud to be his children. His death left her a widow at 50 years old. I have never attended a larger funeral, he had touched so many lives and they all turned out to celebrate his life by the hundreds maybe even in the thousands.
This friend was happy in her second marriage and was left well provided for. Recently she has met a man, who she has called her friend. Well as an adult, calling him her boyfriend would be a bit juvenile. A third friend has shared that she had a "friend" for years before finally marrying him.
The friend with the new man in her life has adult children now. One of the children has taken exception to his mom having a relationship with any man. He has chosen to exclude her from his life and that of his children.
My friend is an adult and can decide just how she wants to handle this. But I just wonder, does stupidity just happen or is there a just cause?
The first friend is a hard worker who has worked to provide for her family. She was loyal to her husband even though there were underlying signs that not all was going as well as was presented to friends. The second friend has always been willing to sacrifice her joys in order to assist in the betterment of her family. Both are not complainers, whiners, nor are they people who would allow just anyone to know of their problems. They are strong self sufficient women who have had the wind kicked out of them, picked themselves back up, and challenged the world. Yet, their step children/children have tried to push them down and feel less then good about themselves.
In raising my daughter I worry about how our lives will be in the future. Will she resent me because she is Vietnamese and I am not? Will she respect me for having to work when she would have liked me at home? Will she understand that as a single mom there is no one else to rely on? Will she crave a father? What issues will we have to overcome?
There are many good relationship examples to draw on, but the troublesome ones seem to need the most attention in my job as a mother. It seems more important to look to these as life events to avoid in some way.
But, the only conclusion I have is that somewhere along the way there is just a large amount of ignorance to overcome by certain people. More to consider as we tread along in the great mommy world. Could that stupidity happen to me or to my child?
Saturday, January 23, 2010
JUST WHO IS IN CHARGE?
Why do 2 year olds think they are in total charge of everything? My daughter has discovered the joy of staying up late, playing with her toys way after bedtime hours, saying no to everything I suggest, and in general taking control.
It all began very innocently. Last Friday, while being treated for a severe ear infection, upper respiratory infection, and laryngitis at the local hospital (that's a whole other story about my family doctor) until about midnight. The grandmother really tried many different ways to get the kiddo into bed, but the babe had her own ideas about just how her bedtime is supposed to go. She finally went to sleep about 11 pm.
Fast forward to Saturday night, it was just after 11 pm when she finally conked out for the night. Sunday, a repeat of Friday and Saturday. While Friday had been an exception it seems she was able to form a habit in just the one out of the ordinary late night. While Saturday had been late no one had to get up early on Sunday and was acceptable. But Sunday was a different story, work resumed on Monday and that meant me getting out of bed at 4:30 am. After the sweetpea went to sleep and the unwinding process completed it was well after midnight. Throw in coughing and nose blowing and the sleep time was reduced to... well...just about NONE.
Off to work went a groggy, sleepy eyed, coughing, sniffing employee whose condition worsened through the day. Monday night the little dumpling was put to bed at 8:30 pm. Oh yea. That worked just like she was on some caffeine high. There was screeching, wailing, tears, and a pop up head that didn't stop until 11 pm rolled around. At which time. She just fell over and was fast asleep. Me? Again about midnight. Except the sickness is getting worse instead of better despite the antibiotics. Up at 4:30 am, off to work. Call the doctor and get in this time.
Tuesday night is a complete repeat of the past 4 nights. This is one little girl who is fighting to have a much later bedtime then her poor old mom can stand. New medication is kind of knocking me out. What To Do With This Self Willed Child?
In talking to a friend about this and hearing my mom's suggestions it is decided early on Wednesday that there will be a early wake up time for the love of my life on Thursday morning and a shorter nap then usual. Wednesday night she is put down for her night night at 8:30 pm. She fights it, she tosses, she turns, she moans, she groans, she cries, she falls asleep around 9:30. A good night of sleep for us all.
Thursday arrives. Dumpling is awakened earlier then is normal. Her nap is shortened by 1/2 hour. She is put to bed at 8 pm. She is tired from her day of play. She is cranky from her lack of adequate sleep. She fights going to bed. She can scream like an injured animal. She can gasp, hold her breath, and roll her eyes to the back of her head. Other then causing my ear to vibrate with a loud whistle this behavior is expected and allowed.
Asleep? Oh no. She pretended to go to sleep only to raise her head and give me the evil eye until almost 10:30 pm.
Friday arrived with the same plans. To bed at 8 pm after having been awakened one hour earlier then normal and having a shortened nap time. Same as the past two days. Same result again last night. 10:30 pm.
Today is Saturday. We went to dance class where she ran and played and did a couple of dance steps. We went to lunch, we went shopping. She fell asleep in the car on the way home. She had a good nap. Soon it will be bedtime. What struggle will she put up tonight? We've talked about how we have to go to bed at a certain time each night. We've talked about how we are not going to cry and scream. She says she understands, she agrees she will go to bed without a fuss, she says she is a good girl.
Tonight the treatment will be a bit harsher. She will be put to bed, any behavior on her part will result in my just laying her back down. First time with firm words of lay down and go to sleep. Second time the words will change to I am not talking anymore, lay down now. The remainder of the evening will be given over to not talking with words but by laying her back down with a frown on my face.
While she may have been in charge for a few days. She is not the parent. She needs her sleep and I need my sleep. She is no different then so many other toddlers who decide they are in charge of their bedtime. Some are able to take control, others are given control, and some parents are able to take back the control. This is a process and does not happen overnight. This parent will win. I know I can. I know I can. I know I can.
I'm so glad tomorrow is Sunday and there is no early up and at 'em for me, but the strugle needs to end this weekend so that next week a bright eyed employee shows up for work with an ability to THINK.
It all began very innocently. Last Friday, while being treated for a severe ear infection, upper respiratory infection, and laryngitis at the local hospital (that's a whole other story about my family doctor) until about midnight. The grandmother really tried many different ways to get the kiddo into bed, but the babe had her own ideas about just how her bedtime is supposed to go. She finally went to sleep about 11 pm.
Fast forward to Saturday night, it was just after 11 pm when she finally conked out for the night. Sunday, a repeat of Friday and Saturday. While Friday had been an exception it seems she was able to form a habit in just the one out of the ordinary late night. While Saturday had been late no one had to get up early on Sunday and was acceptable. But Sunday was a different story, work resumed on Monday and that meant me getting out of bed at 4:30 am. After the sweetpea went to sleep and the unwinding process completed it was well after midnight. Throw in coughing and nose blowing and the sleep time was reduced to... well...just about NONE.
Off to work went a groggy, sleepy eyed, coughing, sniffing employee whose condition worsened through the day. Monday night the little dumpling was put to bed at 8:30 pm. Oh yea. That worked just like she was on some caffeine high. There was screeching, wailing, tears, and a pop up head that didn't stop until 11 pm rolled around. At which time. She just fell over and was fast asleep. Me? Again about midnight. Except the sickness is getting worse instead of better despite the antibiotics. Up at 4:30 am, off to work. Call the doctor and get in this time.
Tuesday night is a complete repeat of the past 4 nights. This is one little girl who is fighting to have a much later bedtime then her poor old mom can stand. New medication is kind of knocking me out. What To Do With This Self Willed Child?
In talking to a friend about this and hearing my mom's suggestions it is decided early on Wednesday that there will be a early wake up time for the love of my life on Thursday morning and a shorter nap then usual. Wednesday night she is put down for her night night at 8:30 pm. She fights it, she tosses, she turns, she moans, she groans, she cries, she falls asleep around 9:30. A good night of sleep for us all.
Thursday arrives. Dumpling is awakened earlier then is normal. Her nap is shortened by 1/2 hour. She is put to bed at 8 pm. She is tired from her day of play. She is cranky from her lack of adequate sleep. She fights going to bed. She can scream like an injured animal. She can gasp, hold her breath, and roll her eyes to the back of her head. Other then causing my ear to vibrate with a loud whistle this behavior is expected and allowed.
Asleep? Oh no. She pretended to go to sleep only to raise her head and give me the evil eye until almost 10:30 pm.
Friday arrived with the same plans. To bed at 8 pm after having been awakened one hour earlier then normal and having a shortened nap time. Same as the past two days. Same result again last night. 10:30 pm.
Today is Saturday. We went to dance class where she ran and played and did a couple of dance steps. We went to lunch, we went shopping. She fell asleep in the car on the way home. She had a good nap. Soon it will be bedtime. What struggle will she put up tonight? We've talked about how we have to go to bed at a certain time each night. We've talked about how we are not going to cry and scream. She says she understands, she agrees she will go to bed without a fuss, she says she is a good girl.
Tonight the treatment will be a bit harsher. She will be put to bed, any behavior on her part will result in my just laying her back down. First time with firm words of lay down and go to sleep. Second time the words will change to I am not talking anymore, lay down now. The remainder of the evening will be given over to not talking with words but by laying her back down with a frown on my face.
While she may have been in charge for a few days. She is not the parent. She needs her sleep and I need my sleep. She is no different then so many other toddlers who decide they are in charge of their bedtime. Some are able to take control, others are given control, and some parents are able to take back the control. This is a process and does not happen overnight. This parent will win. I know I can. I know I can. I know I can.
I'm so glad tomorrow is Sunday and there is no early up and at 'em for me, but the strugle needs to end this weekend so that next week a bright eyed employee shows up for work with an ability to THINK.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
GIRLS GONE WILD
Sometimes in our lives we just need a chance to be wild. Maybe we choose to hook up with the wrong guy, or drink a bit too much, or wear a see through skirt and act as though we didn't know it was so thin and gauzy, or take a sick day at work to go shopping.
Maybe we have a brief torrid love affair with a bad boy. And I wasn't thinking of Tiger Woods at this precise moment.
When in New Orleans at Mardi Gras many will bear their boobs to get more beads thrown to them from floats. Driving down the road a naked butt may outshine a full moon.
As a teenager many of these behaviors are excused as rebellion or acting out because of parental restrictions. As a young adult these actions can be described as a part of the maturing process. After age 25 there is less tolerance for these types of actions and the participant may receive more disapproving sentiments then just a lecture or slap on the wrist.
Recently the production company of Girls Gone Wild drove their bus into a nearby town to stage one of their filming events. The town's newspaper has been little more then a gossip sheet for many years. So of course, it is one of my favorite things to read in order to fulfill my need for off beat stories.
In this newspaper were stories of how Girls Gone Wild would drive in at a certain time, start the show at a specific time, how the owner of the bar wanted to keep the entire EVENT under total control even though 18 year old girls would be allowed in but the guys must be 21 years old.
I seriously considered going into this town just to participate in the filming of this show. I know this would have been something enjoyable. There would be police to prevent it from getting out of control (as stated in the paper) and the street would be partially blocked so traffic would not be an issue.
Obviously being just a tad over 18 would not hinder my performance. What real talent does it take to stand with a beer in my hand pouring it over my t-shirt that is already 2 sizes too small? Unlike a friend or two, my boobs are not overly large in size, and my admission in an earlier writing that they are about the size of 2 fried eggs would certainly not stop this Girl Gone Wild from participating.
Just think, in several years when these young women strike out on a career these video recordings will still be available and may be viewed by the very person who is scheduled to do an interview for that most desired job. That wonderful time had on that one night when a wet overly tight shirt was raised to bare a chest might prevent a job offer.
In just a few more years, a young teen is sitting watching this video when he (or she) spies a shot of mom's face when she was young and there it is a full view of mom's perky breasts before the child birth years and age turned the girls from out and firm to down and saggy.
Oh, what a time I could have had if only......
Maybe we have a brief torrid love affair with a bad boy. And I wasn't thinking of Tiger Woods at this precise moment.
When in New Orleans at Mardi Gras many will bear their boobs to get more beads thrown to them from floats. Driving down the road a naked butt may outshine a full moon.
As a teenager many of these behaviors are excused as rebellion or acting out because of parental restrictions. As a young adult these actions can be described as a part of the maturing process. After age 25 there is less tolerance for these types of actions and the participant may receive more disapproving sentiments then just a lecture or slap on the wrist.
Recently the production company of Girls Gone Wild drove their bus into a nearby town to stage one of their filming events. The town's newspaper has been little more then a gossip sheet for many years. So of course, it is one of my favorite things to read in order to fulfill my need for off beat stories.
In this newspaper were stories of how Girls Gone Wild would drive in at a certain time, start the show at a specific time, how the owner of the bar wanted to keep the entire EVENT under total control even though 18 year old girls would be allowed in but the guys must be 21 years old.
I seriously considered going into this town just to participate in the filming of this show. I know this would have been something enjoyable. There would be police to prevent it from getting out of control (as stated in the paper) and the street would be partially blocked so traffic would not be an issue.
Obviously being just a tad over 18 would not hinder my performance. What real talent does it take to stand with a beer in my hand pouring it over my t-shirt that is already 2 sizes too small? Unlike a friend or two, my boobs are not overly large in size, and my admission in an earlier writing that they are about the size of 2 fried eggs would certainly not stop this Girl Gone Wild from participating.
Just think, in several years when these young women strike out on a career these video recordings will still be available and may be viewed by the very person who is scheduled to do an interview for that most desired job. That wonderful time had on that one night when a wet overly tight shirt was raised to bare a chest might prevent a job offer.
In just a few more years, a young teen is sitting watching this video when he (or she) spies a shot of mom's face when she was young and there it is a full view of mom's perky breasts before the child birth years and age turned the girls from out and firm to down and saggy.
Oh, what a time I could have had if only......
Monday, January 11, 2010
YOU CAN'T GET SHOT WHILE NAKED
Odd quirky stories are of great interest to me. These tales are sometimes very sad, very tragic, very odd, and sometimes they are outrageously funny.
Today's interesting saga comes from a police report in a local newspaper. The police receive a phone call about these naked men running around a yard with guns. While the police are on their way to the stated address the dispatcher is able to contact the resident at the home where the naked men have been sited running in the yard with guns.
We are in the middle of a very cold spell. The reported temperature on the evening in question is 8 degrees above zero. Pretty bone chilling to be running around with no clothes on.
After the homeowner is contacted the conversation takes a turn to the hilarious. The lady of the house tells the police dispatcher that the "men" running around outside the house are her sons who are playing nerf ball. The dispatcher says that the police officer is on the way and in the meantime the police officer says to tell the kids that the rules say you can't get shot while naked.
A report is still pending regarding the outcome of this call.
Area readers wrote comments about this incident. Some were very nasty about where the family should be living. Others hoped the boys had on boots and hats (in 8 degree weather hats and boots should be joined by underwear and other clothing). But one person nailed it when they wrote asking just how old these naked kids were since they were reported to be men?
I also wonder what their mom was doing when she didn't stop them and at least offer a coat as they ran through the door.
Oh, boys will be boys. And teenagers will be teenagers. Glad they don't live next door to me. Oh yea, I've got the vampires across the street. Maybe the naked boys would be an improvement.
Today's interesting saga comes from a police report in a local newspaper. The police receive a phone call about these naked men running around a yard with guns. While the police are on their way to the stated address the dispatcher is able to contact the resident at the home where the naked men have been sited running in the yard with guns.
We are in the middle of a very cold spell. The reported temperature on the evening in question is 8 degrees above zero. Pretty bone chilling to be running around with no clothes on.
After the homeowner is contacted the conversation takes a turn to the hilarious. The lady of the house tells the police dispatcher that the "men" running around outside the house are her sons who are playing nerf ball. The dispatcher says that the police officer is on the way and in the meantime the police officer says to tell the kids that the rules say you can't get shot while naked.
A report is still pending regarding the outcome of this call.
Area readers wrote comments about this incident. Some were very nasty about where the family should be living. Others hoped the boys had on boots and hats (in 8 degree weather hats and boots should be joined by underwear and other clothing). But one person nailed it when they wrote asking just how old these naked kids were since they were reported to be men?
I also wonder what their mom was doing when she didn't stop them and at least offer a coat as they ran through the door.
Oh, boys will be boys. And teenagers will be teenagers. Glad they don't live next door to me. Oh yea, I've got the vampires across the street. Maybe the naked boys would be an improvement.
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