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Tuesday, February 24, 2004

Oddities & Observations

You know that school has changed when the teacher tells you that your 8-year-old needs to work on his word-processing skills.

When you see a bumper sticker that says "I'd rather be Carp," what does that mean???? (And yes, it was the whole sticker - not just a torn off piece that might suggest fishing or another fanciful occupation).

There's a commercial for our local famous brewery that talks about 'mr.-way-too-much-cologne-wearer.' And I've met him. But what about 'ms.-way-too-much-perfume-wearer?' She walks by, her desensitized olfactory nerve flapping in the wind. Wearing enough perfume to gas a WWII veteran out of his easy chair. Yikes, woman! Didn't your mama tell you how to put on perfume?? Dot the pulse points, or spray once & walk through. Don't pour it on yourself like a bad Jean Naté commercial (I may be dating myself with THAT statement). Ick. Ptooey. Very unattractive.

Is it just me as I get older, or do all women notice that there is a significant population of moderately attractive, yet completely insipid men out there? I can handle - easily - a guy who isn't GQ material on the outside. But he should have something going on under the surface. And not get his pickup lines from Penthouse Forum. Gimme a break, already.

Pregnant women are beautiful. In fact, I'd have to say that I think many women are more beautiful when they are pregnant than at any other time in their lives. Not beautiful in a "gee i'd like to get you in the sack" kind of way, but in a truer, deeper form. Woman in all her manifest glory. I am woman. I am a creatrix.

And finally, science fairs. Oy vey. This was 'our' first. Kiddo made a model of what a city on Mars might look like. We talked through the questions, and I typed up the answers. Hypothesis-schmypothesis--I'm impressed he can spell the word, much less come up with one! Thank goodness for the teacher store, and the $10 pre-fab science project cardboard setup. I remember having to cut a banana box to bits in order to create my science projects. And I had to be very careful not to let my anal-retentive-perfect-presentation self come out during the process. Science Fair Stage Mom - do they exist?? I'll bet they do. I'll bet their kids are like Anthony Michael Hall in The Breakfast Club - "I can't get an F - it'll bring down my whole GPA!" Don't DO that - Don't be that mom!

That's all for me today, folks. More random moments of clarity tomorrow. :)

Divaliciously Yours,

Vi

 

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