This is my kind of music! One of my main goals with my daughters is to ensure they have a healthy self-esteem and are comfortable in their bodies. Not too comfortable though - I mean I don't want them on the pole shaking what I gave them.
"Lies of the Beautiful People" - which is kind of ironic since Nikki Sixx is GORGEOUS!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N0-mMCFtY4Q
Friday, April 29, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Camping a/k/a Thing I Don't Want to Do
E has her Girl Scout camping trip tomorrow night. I have been dreading this since it was first mentioned several months ago. Listen, I may use all natural cleaning and personal products but that's where the "earth mother" ends. Sleeping outside in a tent, in April, in Texas, is not my idea of a good time.
Hell, for that matter, being a Girl Scout isn't my idea of a good time. I never had an interest in joining that group. I don't even like the cookies. This is one of those instances where I have to let my child be who she is. Just like I'm pretty sure one of them will rebel at some point and wear cowboy boots or vote Republican. E likes the Girl Scouts and all the crap that goes along with it, so I let her be. Yes, they hold meetings after school and the other Neighborhood moms volunteer. This is one of those rare times where I'm happy I work full-time.
Of course, we'll be staying outside one of the mom's parents' lake houses. Bathroom: check.
We get there around 4:00 tomorrow evening and leave around 9:30 Saturday morning. Short trip: check.
I'll be needing a beverage. Beer: check.
If the M didn't have an actual TENT tent, we'd be sleeping in a fucking Barbie tent. Seriously. But that means I have to really put up this tent, with E - which really means I'm putting it up myself. I just hope it doesn't blow away or get swept up in the river or lake or whatever. M says there aren't alligators in this part of Texas. I asked.
I'll post pictures when I get back. I'm taking a swimsuit - bikini - shows my tattoos in all their skull-y glory! I'll be sure and wear it while I'm drinking my beer. If I liked Lone Star or PBR, I'd totally take that. In a can.
Hell, for that matter, being a Girl Scout isn't my idea of a good time. I never had an interest in joining that group. I don't even like the cookies. This is one of those instances where I have to let my child be who she is. Just like I'm pretty sure one of them will rebel at some point and wear cowboy boots or vote Republican. E likes the Girl Scouts and all the crap that goes along with it, so I let her be. Yes, they hold meetings after school and the other Neighborhood moms volunteer. This is one of those rare times where I'm happy I work full-time.
Of course, we'll be staying outside one of the mom's parents' lake houses. Bathroom: check.
We get there around 4:00 tomorrow evening and leave around 9:30 Saturday morning. Short trip: check.
I'll be needing a beverage. Beer: check.
If the M didn't have an actual TENT tent, we'd be sleeping in a fucking Barbie tent. Seriously. But that means I have to really put up this tent, with E - which really means I'm putting it up myself. I just hope it doesn't blow away or get swept up in the river or lake or whatever. M says there aren't alligators in this part of Texas. I asked.
I'll post pictures when I get back. I'm taking a swimsuit - bikini - shows my tattoos in all their skull-y glory! I'll be sure and wear it while I'm drinking my beer. If I liked Lone Star or PBR, I'd totally take that. In a can.
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| Ahhhh memories.... |
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Hey Now!
Welcome to the first post. Let me introduce myself. I thought long and hard about whether I wanted to remain anonymous. I decided that in the interest of my daughters' future, I'll just call myself D. I have two girls, E age 8 and R age 5. I'm married to a Marine known to you as M. We live in a pretty nice part of town - let me rephrase that - we RENT in a pretty nice part of town. Why? The schools are awesome, the location is great, and I have a 10 minute commute to work.
Although I'm pretty sure I am the only mother at my girls' school who works full-time. Other moms that I know of work part-time or stay at home, and the dads apparently make a lot of money doing whatever they do. That's great for them. Really. I just find it interesting how none of the moms actually talk to me - well, one might on occasion if I'm sitting there and she has no one else to talk to, but the majority of the time they are talking amongst themselves while I sit there like a lummox.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not really a Chatty Cathy anyway. I don't feel like I have much in common with these women. And I have attempted to talk with them....until they find out I'm divorced or that I can't join their mid-week yoga class. They tend to act like divorce is shocking - hello 1950's.
However, I find the reactions even more amusing when I wear something sleeveless showing my tattoos. These can range anywhere from a flat-out look of disgust to outright staring. I'll take the staring.
So, these are my experiences living in the Wrong Neighborhood. I like it here. I've found my own little slice of poverty, and I'm making it work! Come with me, won't you?
Although I'm pretty sure I am the only mother at my girls' school who works full-time. Other moms that I know of work part-time or stay at home, and the dads apparently make a lot of money doing whatever they do. That's great for them. Really. I just find it interesting how none of the moms actually talk to me - well, one might on occasion if I'm sitting there and she has no one else to talk to, but the majority of the time they are talking amongst themselves while I sit there like a lummox.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not really a Chatty Cathy anyway. I don't feel like I have much in common with these women. And I have attempted to talk with them....until they find out I'm divorced or that I can't join their mid-week yoga class. They tend to act like divorce is shocking - hello 1950's.
However, I find the reactions even more amusing when I wear something sleeveless showing my tattoos. These can range anywhere from a flat-out look of disgust to outright staring. I'll take the staring.
So, these are my experiences living in the Wrong Neighborhood. I like it here. I've found my own little slice of poverty, and I'm making it work! Come with me, won't you?
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