pampered people Current mood: confused Category: Life
Let me preface this rant by saying: Most people who know me know that i grew up rather "taken care of" while my mother was married to a rich doc in colorado springs. Prior to kindergarten and after 5th grade we were poor.....comodody ration cheese goodwill poor then part of the working class poor while i was in high school. My elementary school was in a very upperclass part of colo springs where all my friends had pretty much gigantic homes and the barbie dream house in the basement. (never got that...damn santa!)
Now............here is the meat and bones of my soapbox..........
I remember it being a virtual blizzard and we were suited up in full ski gear, bibs, scarves, coats and moonboots (one year mine where punky brewster....yeah, i am sure she wore them too? In ny?Whatever) anyway we walked to school. It was bitch ass cold and we did it. Very rarely did you see parents driving kids to school let alone this utter amazing phenomonon i see rampant these days.
Yup, folks here comes the dreaded, very adult sounding....."In my day...." speach we hated out of our own peace loving parents.
I live in a rather afluent part of the country. I live amongst people with new and old money not a day goes by i don't see escalades and hummers whizzing by my comparativly meager suv. On my way to the montessori school i work at, i pass by 3 school zones. I have been behind a school bus a time or twenty. I see the same shit. Kids in warm cars waiting at the bus stop. Yeah, it's cold some mornings but it aint even snowin yet!
These kids are not little either. Theya re in mid school and high school sittin with mom or dad in the heated seat bmw sedan waiting for the bus that undoubtedly is not as the bus system was when i went to jefferson middle school in albuquerque (i wont even go into what Maria Elena Lopez did to me everyday......i lost a lot of hair that year)anyway I gave the parents a little credit the first time i saw it. Maybe the child is a "ditcher" and they are escorting them to make sure. Until the proof was right infront of my eyes.....the suv's car doors opening, i wanna be gheto garb wearing kids exiting, and the parents turning en masse back into the fancy gated comunities with names like Braddock Meadows, Tre Trees, and Lincoln Hill to go back to the 5th McMansion on the left. Heres a hint....ya know that Burberry jacket you paid a second mortgage for? How about letting your kid rough it out rockin the goose down for little over 15 ninutes? Big Babies!
COULD SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN THIS TO ME????I walked a mile to the city bus and got two tranfers every day to get to high school until i was lucky enough to borrow a car then later buy my own. (granted, i was a primadonna and chose a "better" high school out of district so technically it is my fault but still)
as per my elementary experience i luckily lived across the street, up an embankment, over a crick and down a long dirt pass to my school.....have you ever walked in heavy moon boots caked with 5 pounds of fresh redclay and mud because the snow melted upon your walkin on it.....it takes forever and it sucks. now i get why the fuck they are called moonboots.
Middle school bit the big one. if i missed the bus i walked home in anykind of weather. ANYKIND i remember like it was yesterday....and i believe it was 8 miles. luckily, not uphil both ways!
anyone else?
Monday, November 6, 2006
Friday, November 3, 2006
07 HALLOWEEN
Friday, November 03, 2006
hallow-fricken-ween
:( i may offend some people, it is not my intention, my intention is to rant that is all. I am equal opportunity, if i don't piss you off today, i will do it tomorrow)
True story
Chapter 1:
7 out of 20 of my new "neighborhood" kids came to my door with grocery sacks rudely shoved in my face, no manners and NO COSTUME. Did they not get the nationwide multigenerational centuries old memo on this? What f*ckin idiot parents sends their kid out to trick or treat with out at least a hat or deelypop headband on to pass as a costume. Before you get to feel too sorry for these kids, take into account these Demographics of my neighborhood.....NO house is under the 300K mark or at least $2000 per month rental, Most families are dual parent, you can't tell me that at least one of them didn't know about the costume requirement, didn't have enough money to shell out a couple bucks at walgreens for a plastic "bratz" or "batman" costume. I am not stupid, this is slumming candy. My house does not have a "sizzler" sign on it (though i am that flashy....)My HOUSE IS NOT AN ALL YOU CAN EAT BUFFET!!!!!.
Chapter 2:
We had the most amazing weather that night. Frickin 70 degrees, hell, i took kYle around in short sleeves for god's sake. It was perfect for walkin around, spending time with your kid. Why in the world would a parent be so lazy as to follow thier kid around the hood trailing them with the car to EACH house or better yet, i actually saw a couple of parents driving the kid to each house.....saying that our houses are like maybe, at the most 15 feet apart? I live next to a damned gated community......not exactly the dangerous streets of LA! Amazingly enough these are the same kids without a costume.........coincidence? I think not. Lazy lazy people. Seriously, you are encouraging your child to go door to door collecting fattening candy and you are driving them to do it? Can these people even pronounce childhood obesity?
Chapter 3:
three words......no thank yous
Chapter 4:
Left out (as i have many years past) a bowl that begs to take one candy b/c i am myself taking my child trick or treating.....
better described in a movie title "Gone in 60 seconds" my behavior upon finding said empty bowl "Fast and Furious"
my conclusion: rich people starve thier young
Chapter 5:
Keep in mind this is still a true story. My friend Kathy said that two parents came to her door with bags for candy......upon asking them where their costumed children were....they of course replied, "yeah, they really didn't feel like coming out".
I wish i had a spokesperson/maid/personal perveyor of sweattarts and 3 muskateers.
Chapter 6: In farmington New Mexico, people who live in neighborhoods near the reservations were encouraged to stop spending easily $100 an up on candy because of the growing number of cases of diabetes.....upon looking into this more I learned that is is because the whole family comes to the door with bags.........trash bags........Grandma, Granpa, Uncle Mike, ma and the trailing cousins in a truck decend on your lawn and don't leave until they get their loot.
NOT KIDDING!
Can someone please explain this phenomonon to me? For i am confused as all get out!
hallow-fricken-ween
:( i may offend some people, it is not my intention, my intention is to rant that is all. I am equal opportunity, if i don't piss you off today, i will do it tomorrow)
True story
Chapter 1:
7 out of 20 of my new "neighborhood" kids came to my door with grocery sacks rudely shoved in my face, no manners and NO COSTUME. Did they not get the nationwide multigenerational centuries old memo on this? What f*ckin idiot parents sends their kid out to trick or treat with out at least a hat or deelypop headband on to pass as a costume. Before you get to feel too sorry for these kids, take into account these Demographics of my neighborhood.....NO house is under the 300K mark or at least $2000 per month rental, Most families are dual parent, you can't tell me that at least one of them didn't know about the costume requirement, didn't have enough money to shell out a couple bucks at walgreens for a plastic "bratz" or "batman" costume. I am not stupid, this is slumming candy. My house does not have a "sizzler" sign on it (though i am that flashy....)My HOUSE IS NOT AN ALL YOU CAN EAT BUFFET!!!!!.
Chapter 2:
We had the most amazing weather that night. Frickin 70 degrees, hell, i took kYle around in short sleeves for god's sake. It was perfect for walkin around, spending time with your kid. Why in the world would a parent be so lazy as to follow thier kid around the hood trailing them with the car to EACH house or better yet, i actually saw a couple of parents driving the kid to each house.....saying that our houses are like maybe, at the most 15 feet apart? I live next to a damned gated community......not exactly the dangerous streets of LA! Amazingly enough these are the same kids without a costume.........coincidence? I think not. Lazy lazy people. Seriously, you are encouraging your child to go door to door collecting fattening candy and you are driving them to do it? Can these people even pronounce childhood obesity?
Chapter 3:
three words......no thank yous
Chapter 4:
Left out (as i have many years past) a bowl that begs to take one candy b/c i am myself taking my child trick or treating.....
better described in a movie title "Gone in 60 seconds" my behavior upon finding said empty bowl "Fast and Furious"
my conclusion: rich people starve thier young
Chapter 5:
Keep in mind this is still a true story. My friend Kathy said that two parents came to her door with bags for candy......upon asking them where their costumed children were....they of course replied, "yeah, they really didn't feel like coming out".
I wish i had a spokesperson/maid/personal perveyor of sweattarts and 3 muskateers.
Chapter 6: In farmington New Mexico, people who live in neighborhoods near the reservations were encouraged to stop spending easily $100 an up on candy because of the growing number of cases of diabetes.....upon looking into this more I learned that is is because the whole family comes to the door with bags.........trash bags........Grandma, Granpa, Uncle Mike, ma and the trailing cousins in a truck decend on your lawn and don't leave until they get their loot.
NOT KIDDING!
Can someone please explain this phenomonon to me? For i am confused as all get out!
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
am i as fat as they see me
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
biggest loser (bummer blog) Current mood: bitchy
okay so child birth almost 5 years ago did my body in
I am fat.....there i said it. It doesn't really make me feel any better. I have also been trying to get preggo with number two for like 4 yrs. so when you add those two things together moments that I experienced this weekend send me into a tizzy!
I was at a shower and had just walked in. The hostess, whom i hadn't met, asked me what I wanted. Let's see, i was sans the rugrat so i opted for my drink of choice.....white wine. She smiled weirdly. She poured it very lightly stopping much too short. "full glass lady!" I am thinking on the inside and i smile politely and take my meager serving into the other room where the guests are sitting. She then escorts me to a big chair. I say, "oh, no a small chair is fine (motioning for the older guests to sit there). She then tells me, "no, don't be silly, you're going to be a mommy....you sit here. "
dead silence
i sat down and promptly asked for a full glass of wine and some blow
just kidding, i just smiled and chugged my glass. Damnit! I am fat in all the wrong places and apparently I am not dressing to my best advantage.
okay, that's it! this is possibly the 10th one of these scenarios in 5 years. I am never eating again.
really,
now pass me a big piece of bunt cake, b*tch i am starving!.
biggest loser (bummer blog) Current mood: bitchy
okay so child birth almost 5 years ago did my body in
I am fat.....there i said it. It doesn't really make me feel any better. I have also been trying to get preggo with number two for like 4 yrs. so when you add those two things together moments that I experienced this weekend send me into a tizzy!
I was at a shower and had just walked in. The hostess, whom i hadn't met, asked me what I wanted. Let's see, i was sans the rugrat so i opted for my drink of choice.....white wine. She smiled weirdly. She poured it very lightly stopping much too short. "full glass lady!" I am thinking on the inside and i smile politely and take my meager serving into the other room where the guests are sitting. She then escorts me to a big chair. I say, "oh, no a small chair is fine (motioning for the older guests to sit there). She then tells me, "no, don't be silly, you're going to be a mommy....you sit here. "
dead silence
i sat down and promptly asked for a full glass of wine and some blow
just kidding, i just smiled and chugged my glass. Damnit! I am fat in all the wrong places and apparently I am not dressing to my best advantage.
okay, that's it! this is possibly the 10th one of these scenarios in 5 years. I am never eating again.
really,
now pass me a big piece of bunt cake, b*tch i am starving!.
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