As most parents would tell you, I'm sure, being a mom/dad is a job like no other. Sure, it' a wonderous feeling the first time your little darling grabs your finger after they are born, or when they get old enough to hug you tightly and whisper "I love you" in your ear. And while these moments are an amazing thing, I personally think one of the greatest things about having kids is some of the absolutely hilarious stuff they say, you know what they say, "out of the mouths of babes".
As most know, I have two kids, a 14-going-on-25-year-old daughter (mini-me) and a ten-let's-see-how-far-I-can-push-mom's-buttons-today-year-old son (The Boy). Mini-me got up this morning and headed down to the dungeon to do what all 14 year old kids do.....use the computer before their baby brother can. After awhile, The Boy comes alive and heads down too. He's doing his thing, she's doing hers, when she stands up and says "Hey, I'm dressed all in brown (she wore brown leggings and a brown tank to bed last night)! What do I look like?" His reply? YOU LOOK LIKE A GIANT PIECE OF POO!
I'll never ever be able to hear someone say "ya little shit" without a flashback to this moment!
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Judging A Book By Its Cover
So last night hubby and I are sitting down watching some TV and it happens to be a one of those "job" reality shows. The person is talking about why they are in the profession they are in, one which is not liked by people that have to deal with with those in this profession, and how they have all these other qualifications that SHOULD enable them to get something in a different field, but that absolutely no one will hire them.
Now, don't get me wrong, I realize alot of people are out of work in the States (and Canada too) due to the current state of the economy, but do some of these people moaning about not being able to get a job ever walk by a mirror? Now, don't get me wrong, as a "person" I don't think it is right to stereotype a person, but in the working world EVERYONE has got to realize that as an employee YOU are putting a face to a company, YOU represent them. Depending on the job, the "customer" might never see the "Big Boss" but have to stare at you for eight to ten hours a day, so is it crazy that they may have a certain set of standards they want you to have to: A) Get the job and B) Keep it. Remember, the way things are right now, there could very well by hundreds of people who would just LOVE to have your job to feed their familes.
Just as an example, would you want someone with full facial tattoos sitting at your reception desk if you ran a law office? On the opposite end, would you want people with absolutely NO tattoos being all your artists in a tattoo shop? If you were overweight (which I am) would you want to go to a weight support group that had a leader that was some skinny anorexic chick that has never been overweight in their life leading the meeting? If you have to board a plane and the guy making you walk through the metal detector has every square inch of his face covered in body piercings, tell me you aren't scared he would set off the damn alarm, not you, but you have to get hauled aside for a strip/body cavity search (I've been searched - no not strip/cavity-when I boarded a plane in 2000). Sure, the above examples could all be highly qualified and could potentially be the best workers ever had, but companies, in order to MAKE MONEY TO PAY YOU, have to be able to have someone available to the clients they are serving that will make those clients want to use their service.
I'm all for expressing your individuality, I wished I had have had the courage to express that when I was younger and in school (there was a girl in my highschool that dyed her hair pink and I sooooo wanted to do that, but I was a pussy), but you need to realize that your choice of expression could impose limitations on you outside of your social setting. And really, those nipples rings you thought were cool when you were 18, aren't gonna be so cool when you are 85, your boobs are dragging on the ground making the metal studs spark and setting fire to your oxygen machine!
Now, don't get me wrong, I realize alot of people are out of work in the States (and Canada too) due to the current state of the economy, but do some of these people moaning about not being able to get a job ever walk by a mirror? Now, don't get me wrong, as a "person" I don't think it is right to stereotype a person, but in the working world EVERYONE has got to realize that as an employee YOU are putting a face to a company, YOU represent them. Depending on the job, the "customer" might never see the "Big Boss" but have to stare at you for eight to ten hours a day, so is it crazy that they may have a certain set of standards they want you to have to: A) Get the job and B) Keep it. Remember, the way things are right now, there could very well by hundreds of people who would just LOVE to have your job to feed their familes.
Just as an example, would you want someone with full facial tattoos sitting at your reception desk if you ran a law office? On the opposite end, would you want people with absolutely NO tattoos being all your artists in a tattoo shop? If you were overweight (which I am) would you want to go to a weight support group that had a leader that was some skinny anorexic chick that has never been overweight in their life leading the meeting? If you have to board a plane and the guy making you walk through the metal detector has every square inch of his face covered in body piercings, tell me you aren't scared he would set off the damn alarm, not you, but you have to get hauled aside for a strip/body cavity search (I've been searched - no not strip/cavity-when I boarded a plane in 2000). Sure, the above examples could all be highly qualified and could potentially be the best workers ever had, but companies, in order to MAKE MONEY TO PAY YOU, have to be able to have someone available to the clients they are serving that will make those clients want to use their service.
I'm all for expressing your individuality, I wished I had have had the courage to express that when I was younger and in school (there was a girl in my highschool that dyed her hair pink and I sooooo wanted to do that, but I was a pussy), but you need to realize that your choice of expression could impose limitations on you outside of your social setting. And really, those nipples rings you thought were cool when you were 18, aren't gonna be so cool when you are 85, your boobs are dragging on the ground making the metal studs spark and setting fire to your oxygen machine!
Monday, August 16, 2010
Computer, cats and muscles...OH MY!
First off, I want to make it perfectly clear that everyone made it through the weekend alive! How, I'm not sure, but they did.
So as some can probably guess after last week's lesbian cavegirl facebook status message, I was having some computer issues last week. My husband, bless his heart, sometimes forgets he is a carpenter and not a computer technician, something he apparently FINALLY realized when on Friday, he did something that took my barely functioning PC that could still connect to the internet and made it a non-functioning internet computer. Thankfully, despite the fact I am a blonde, I had the presence of mind to get my genealogy stuff off it and on to my flashdrive before I let him sit down at the computer after I got home from the library Friday night. So after refraining from murdering him for two days (I am so proud of myself) I made him go out and talk to the guys where we got our computer and ask them how to use our backup discs to get it back to the way it was when we first got it (he forgot how to do it and I have no interest in knowing, cause if I screw it up, I wouldn't be able to bitch at him hehe). So we are all fixed up, woohooo!
As if severing my lifeline above wasn't enough, last night my beloved "I'm a carpenter but think I'm a comp tech" hubby lost two of my cats. In our kitchen, we have a patio door which my husband has an aversion to locking after he comes in from BBQing. All three of our cats are housecats, but our middle one hubby would bring outdoors with him so she has now gotten the "outdoor itch" and over the past two months has gotten out a few times, only shortly, when he forgets to lock the door. Well last night, it's about 9:50, I'm watching some TV, he is on the phone with our internet provider, and I get up to go to the kitchen, and lo and behold, screen door is open about 5inches. Even though I would be nervous about leaving the middle one out, she has never ventured far on her Houdini escapes so I wasn't overly worried HOWEVER also in on the escape is our antisocial youngest cat who there is NO DAMN WAY IS GONNA LET US TOUCH HER TO CATCH HER cause she doesn't let us touch her now LMAO. She's the one I am most worried about, cause I consider her my baby (shhhhh, don't tell my other cats). She's the cat version of me, an anti-social bitch, 'cept I don't have multiple personality disorder, which I am pretty sure she does. On the rare occasion she lets you pet her, she will purr, then growl at you, then purr. I'm telling ya, this cat is Sybil! Oh what the neighbors must have thought seeing me and my two kids out at ten o'clock at night with flashlights, which REALLY is pointless since both cats ARE BLACK! Catching a cat when they don't wanna be caught isn't easy at the best of times, but catching a cat that is completely black in the dead of night......well, you'd probably have a better chance at findihg a needle in a haystack. We found the cat from hell but she gave me the slip when she ran back around the house where I lost sight of her. Thankfully she was so traumatized by the "OMG HUMANS ARE TRYING TO TOUCH ME experience, that when she ran out back past the opened patio door, she bolted back in the house. Our middle one, my daughter's cat, came back sometime after 11 either when she heard my kid calling her or when she (the cat!!!) was done whoring around. Needless to say, after the fixing of the computer and thr return of the felines, my husband felt MUCH more comfortable (and safer) closing his eyes last night when he crawled into bed beside me!
My cats aren't the only thing that was found yesterday either! I found out I do indeed have muscles in my legs too!! Yesterday we took a drive back up to the Fundy Trail to see how much further they have gotten with. After stopping along the side of the road so "The Boy" could puke (damn kid KNOWS he can not read in a vehicle) we get there, check it out and decide to head back to Fuller Falls. Now, I'm a big girl, and I KNEW better then to try and make it down those damn ladder stairs cause I know the workout it was on me when I was actually small and in shape, but not one to deny my kids something (well, except a bite of my cheesecake) I went down with them. All things considered, I think I did pretty damn good getting down for a girl my size, and the getting up wouldn't have been THAT big of a deal if my husband hadn't have been behind me making jokes which made me laugh. Skinny people, let me tell ya something, having a fatchick climb up a rickety damn stair-ladder up a hill that is likely a twenty or thrity foot drop, makes them winded enough. We do NOT need you behind us doing crap that is gonna make us lose the already short amount of breath we got! But I MADE IT!! Of course now, the day after, when I have discovered muscles in my legs I forgot I had, I am kinda wishing I hadda died!
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