Well to continue the non-saga of the Sexy Neighbor I have a new twist to the running story. It has now become apparent that DQ has a crush on the neighbor's middle son. He is in first grade too but in a different classroom. Her feelings seem to be returned. Over the year I've found little love notes. At Valentines there was a note from Middle Son. It read something like this: Roses are red, violets are blue, your really sweet and I love you. Love Middle Son. I've also found notes that DQ has written to Middle Son.
Now DQ feels more secure and has confided in me that Middle Son and she are often confused for boyfriend and girl friend. DQ tells me that the other kids say that "they are going together". I do not encourage my children to get involved in these early attachments nor do I think that this is cute and should be giggled about by adults. Okay, it's cute but I'm not going to encourage it. I work very hard at raising feminists. I want my daughters to be self sufficient. I promote the idea of education, and that they better be ready to raise their children because I'm not raising grandchildren. I figure the earlier they hear the message the sooner it will seep into their brains.
On the other hand, I have a very active imagination of my own. Here is the scenario that I see happening about 18 to 20 years from now. DQ and MS (Middle Son) will come home to announce their engagement to each other. I will then have to plan a wedding with my neighbors down the street. Over the years I've been to many weddings. One thing I've noticed in this cultural event are the mothers of the bride and groom. One of the mothers is svelt, and sexy while the other is a motherly matron.
So here I am realizing that I don't have a chance to be the svelt mother. Sexy Neighbor will out shine me in the mother of category. She will wear the slinky sequin dress and the sexy strappy sandles. I, on the other hand, will wear a flowing dress that doesn't get caught on my curves and my shoes will be very conservative.
I fear that the engagement party will be held at our neighborhood clubhouse. Sexy Neighbor will wear a striking bikini around the pool, and I won't even attempt to wear any swim wear at the bequest of my distressed daughter. I will have to wear long pants and a large flowing top that will cover my by then extremely large bum.
Of course I don't know if the above scenario will happen. I don't know who my children will marry but this proves I do have an active imagination.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Out of the mouth's of babes
Miss Independence has struck again! Sunday we had a large family gathering to celebrate a couple of birthdays. This is an important ritual and no one is allowed to beg off. I know... I've tried!
Anyway near the end of the evening my niece who is pregnant got up to leave because she was tired. This prompted MI to jump off the lap she had been sitting on for several minutes and announce in a loud voice that "Babies come from your privates." This pronouncement sent several adults into fits of giggles.
Then as though MI wasn't pleased with the response of the embarassed adults. MI runs to her cousin and starts stroking her swollen belly. This is a belly where the belly button has started to "pop". I made the mistake of telling MI that that wasn't my niece's privates.
Now for the final embarrassing situation. MI reaches down and grabs my niece's privates. My niece's husband, young man that he is, had already turned red with the early episode now he was a brillant red. I just put down my head and shook it.
When will I learn to keep my mouth shut? Passionfruit wanted me to chronicle this event. I had the hardest time wanting to put this down. Yes. It is amusing but I'm also slightly embarassed by the impulsiveness of my child.
Anyway near the end of the evening my niece who is pregnant got up to leave because she was tired. This prompted MI to jump off the lap she had been sitting on for several minutes and announce in a loud voice that "Babies come from your privates." This pronouncement sent several adults into fits of giggles.
Then as though MI wasn't pleased with the response of the embarassed adults. MI runs to her cousin and starts stroking her swollen belly. This is a belly where the belly button has started to "pop". I made the mistake of telling MI that that wasn't my niece's privates.
Now for the final embarrassing situation. MI reaches down and grabs my niece's privates. My niece's husband, young man that he is, had already turned red with the early episode now he was a brillant red. I just put down my head and shook it.
When will I learn to keep my mouth shut? Passionfruit wanted me to chronicle this event. I had the hardest time wanting to put this down. Yes. It is amusing but I'm also slightly embarassed by the impulsiveness of my child.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
A hairy situation
Saturday, Passionfruit and I got a rare treat! We got to go out to dinner and a contra dance! I was so excited for week and a half. Really my whole weekend was great. It started with lunch with Adj. Queen. It was fun swapping stories of our families.
Saturday was busy. I was up before my normal time to get my hair-cut. I wanted to look nice for my date with my honey. Then I went home and did the laundry. Later as the time for the date approached I started to prepare for my evening. Earlier in the day I had bought this really hip halter tunic. It has beads and polished stones as the straps instead of cloth. I called DQ into my bedroom to see the new piece of clothing. Next thing I know all 3 of them are in my room giving me a fashion consultation. They had so much fun. And honestly I did to.
Now for the real reason of this entry. As some of you may remember I have a certain feeling about the world we live in, and its expectations it places on women. So after donning the high heeled suede pumps to finish the outfit constructed by my daughters, DQ pipes up with, "Mom, your legs don't look right. They don't look like other moms' legs. Can't you do something?"
So here is my dilemma. Should I go ahead and shave my legs? Legs that haven't seen a razor in 20 years so I don't embarass my daughters? Or do I take a stand and quietly demostrate to my daughters that being different from the crowd takes courage and strength?
Oh, I asked the girls questions. I asked the girls whether they thought it was okay for me to have these hairy legs of mine. I questioned them whether to shave my legs just to fit in with other mothers would be the best choice for me. Of course, Miss Independence really didn't have a clue as to what the issue was. And I really don't think that Storyteller felt much embarassment. But it is DQ that is all into the way one looks.
It's actually quite remarkable. DQ is as shallow as I was when I was a young girl. It's rather funny because having her as a daughter I am reminded of all the shallow, self-absorbed thoughts and behavior I had. It even makes me realize that I still tend to be self-absorbed. Luckily I'm not quite as shallow as I once was. I thank God for that.
Saturday was busy. I was up before my normal time to get my hair-cut. I wanted to look nice for my date with my honey. Then I went home and did the laundry. Later as the time for the date approached I started to prepare for my evening. Earlier in the day I had bought this really hip halter tunic. It has beads and polished stones as the straps instead of cloth. I called DQ into my bedroom to see the new piece of clothing. Next thing I know all 3 of them are in my room giving me a fashion consultation. They had so much fun. And honestly I did to.
Now for the real reason of this entry. As some of you may remember I have a certain feeling about the world we live in, and its expectations it places on women. So after donning the high heeled suede pumps to finish the outfit constructed by my daughters, DQ pipes up with, "Mom, your legs don't look right. They don't look like other moms' legs. Can't you do something?"
So here is my dilemma. Should I go ahead and shave my legs? Legs that haven't seen a razor in 20 years so I don't embarass my daughters? Or do I take a stand and quietly demostrate to my daughters that being different from the crowd takes courage and strength?
Oh, I asked the girls questions. I asked the girls whether they thought it was okay for me to have these hairy legs of mine. I questioned them whether to shave my legs just to fit in with other mothers would be the best choice for me. Of course, Miss Independence really didn't have a clue as to what the issue was. And I really don't think that Storyteller felt much embarassment. But it is DQ that is all into the way one looks.
It's actually quite remarkable. DQ is as shallow as I was when I was a young girl. It's rather funny because having her as a daughter I am reminded of all the shallow, self-absorbed thoughts and behavior I had. It even makes me realize that I still tend to be self-absorbed. Luckily I'm not quite as shallow as I once was. I thank God for that.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
And along came a spider... or was that librarian?
Took off early yesterday so I could take my two older daughters to their school's bookfair. I got them out of their classes and we walked in wonderful Spring weather to the building where the fair was being held.
Each girl was allowed to choose 2 paperback books. Then I realized that that would be unfair to Miss Independence since she wasn't there to choose. So I picked out 2 for her. One about Spiderman (which she adores) and the other was Miss Spider's Wedding. I only now realized that there seems to be a theme going here.
When I handed the books to the PTA mothers supervising the store. One grabbed Miss Spider's wedding and paged through it quickly. She said, "READ THAT PAGE... To yourself." I asked was there something wrong with the book, and she said that another mother had pointed out that page, and I really needed to read it myself. So I read the book (to myself) and read again. I read it one more time. I'm still unsure what was so offensive about the page. The author used the word cad but I don't see how that could be offensive. The mean spider talked about grinding his rival into dust. Really, I'm usually much better at seeing the offensive stuff. As many know my mind resides frequently in the gutter.
Well deciding that if that was the most offensive page in the book I was going to take it. I handed the book back to the woman and told her, "I'm going to take it." Her reaction was quite comical for she gave me permission to buy the book! Her remark was, "It's okay to buy the book. I wanted you to know about that section." Inside I laughed thinking this woman felt like she needed to tell me or was it herself that it was okay to buy the book. I don't know. But I did tell the woman that I am a librarian. So I suppose she went home and told her husband about that liberal librarian who bought the off colored book.
Later last night I showed the book to Passionfruit. He looked through the book and didn't see anything risque. He did read me the little poem that was quoted at the beginning page before the story, that talked of love and had the word penetrates in it. Now that, I could see might be offensive if one lived in the gutter and had a dirty mind. Passionfruit thought the story was kinda scarry but felt that it was a wonderful precautionary tale.
I'm really not worried about what this chick feels about me. I'm rather proud that I stood my ground in front of my children. I think I showed them that it is okay to differ with people, and you don't have to be rude about it either. So as librarians not only do we fight the censors professionally but we must fight in our personal lives as well. So rock on librarians, we're here for each other.
Each girl was allowed to choose 2 paperback books. Then I realized that that would be unfair to Miss Independence since she wasn't there to choose. So I picked out 2 for her. One about Spiderman (which she adores) and the other was Miss Spider's Wedding. I only now realized that there seems to be a theme going here.
When I handed the books to the PTA mothers supervising the store. One grabbed Miss Spider's wedding and paged through it quickly. She said, "READ THAT PAGE... To yourself." I asked was there something wrong with the book, and she said that another mother had pointed out that page, and I really needed to read it myself. So I read the book (to myself) and read again. I read it one more time. I'm still unsure what was so offensive about the page. The author used the word cad but I don't see how that could be offensive. The mean spider talked about grinding his rival into dust. Really, I'm usually much better at seeing the offensive stuff. As many know my mind resides frequently in the gutter.
Well deciding that if that was the most offensive page in the book I was going to take it. I handed the book back to the woman and told her, "I'm going to take it." Her reaction was quite comical for she gave me permission to buy the book! Her remark was, "It's okay to buy the book. I wanted you to know about that section." Inside I laughed thinking this woman felt like she needed to tell me or was it herself that it was okay to buy the book. I don't know. But I did tell the woman that I am a librarian. So I suppose she went home and told her husband about that liberal librarian who bought the off colored book.
Later last night I showed the book to Passionfruit. He looked through the book and didn't see anything risque. He did read me the little poem that was quoted at the beginning page before the story, that talked of love and had the word penetrates in it. Now that, I could see might be offensive if one lived in the gutter and had a dirty mind. Passionfruit thought the story was kinda scarry but felt that it was a wonderful precautionary tale.
I'm really not worried about what this chick feels about me. I'm rather proud that I stood my ground in front of my children. I think I showed them that it is okay to differ with people, and you don't have to be rude about it either. So as librarians not only do we fight the censors professionally but we must fight in our personal lives as well. So rock on librarians, we're here for each other.
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