...The indignant Disney princess said! The orange blinking pumpkin had just been loaded with a bagged assortment of play-dough---something that lit up the eyes of many, and caused pause with a few parents! This princess was having none of it! She wanted CANDY as this was the day of candy!
Never mind that her pumpkin was bulging with sugary goodies. Never mind that she was 4, and did not need all that candy. Never mind that play dough is dentally responsible, does not contribute to childhood obesity, and has play value that far exceeds the momentary sugary high of Halloween candy! To the very pink Disney princess, a piece of bubble gum in the hand was worth 5 containers of playdough in the pumpkin.
Too bad, Dear Princess. The cowboy liked it, and the tiger was thrilled! The ladybug skipped down the walk excitedly yelling, "Hey, I gots playdough!" My guess is that next week, dear princess, you will love the playdough.
That is the thing with being a princess. It is hard to reconcile your expectations with reality!
Random musings of a middle aged knitter.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Better mousetrap
Faint "tik"
"What's that?" She says!
"The TV" He says.
......
SNAP, RATTLE, CLUNK!
"ZZZZZZZ" He says
"The trap!" She says
Light on, look. Little pink feet--rest of mouse in trap.
Cat, soundly sleeping on couch!
Score: Mom 3, Cat 1.
Message to cat: Step up, if you want to keep the Turkey coming! You could learn from the Yankees!!!
"What's that?" She says!
"The TV" He says.
......
SNAP, RATTLE, CLUNK!
"ZZZZZZZ" He says
"The trap!" She says
Light on, look. Little pink feet--rest of mouse in trap.
Cat, soundly sleeping on couch!
Score: Mom 3, Cat 1.
Message to cat: Step up, if you want to keep the Turkey coming! You could learn from the Yankees!!!
Friday, October 20, 2006
Out of the mouth of a High School Senior
"The days are LONG....But the years very short!"
Sums up life in public schools according to one young lady!
Sums up life in public schools according to one young lady!
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Ladies Night Out!
Tonight after work I had a hair appointment--much needed. Due to multiple surgeries (Mr. CP and my stylist, but those are other stories)...I was long overdue. Traffic was usual rush hour stuff as I left the X-way. When I got the the edge of the village there was gridlock!
We live in the middle of almost nowhere--a land of state, county and privately owned recreation areas where people describe their property in number of acres not feet. The "village" is where I found the stylist--two blocks of "cute", visited by people who live in the suburbs and are looking for "cute" little villages. There is never a traffic jam, let alone gridlock!
With patience, I slowly rolled by way to town---20 times longer than the normal trip! Once in the business district, there were no parking spaces--usually you can have your pick of any one of a few hundred! I parked in the residential neighborhood and walked a few blocks....as it turned out it was ladies night out!
This chamber of commerce event encouraged roving gangs of women to descend on the town seeking discounted goods, stamps on the door prize bingo cards, and sipping from punch bowls with liquids with descriptions that ended in "tini" and "rita". There were limo loads--gaggles of red hatted-purple shirted bargain hunters, mobs in the "cute" shops! I haven't seen this much estrogen in one place since I last visited a sewing expo....
They were gaily amassing stamps, empty punch glasses, and a few toted bags of bargains. It was awful!
We went to the bar at the edge of town--another surprise--I got to observe Bar night!!! No wonder no one ever meets anyone in a bar. The lights are low, music blaring, the guys hang with their pack drinking cheap beer. The girls look slutty, with too much makeup. It was weird watching this pathetic mating ritual. Maybe the guys would be more successful if they would take off the baseball hats! E. pointed out that they were probably wearing them due to baldness!!
Ladies night out. Avoid it if you can!
We live in the middle of almost nowhere--a land of state, county and privately owned recreation areas where people describe their property in number of acres not feet. The "village" is where I found the stylist--two blocks of "cute", visited by people who live in the suburbs and are looking for "cute" little villages. There is never a traffic jam, let alone gridlock!
With patience, I slowly rolled by way to town---20 times longer than the normal trip! Once in the business district, there were no parking spaces--usually you can have your pick of any one of a few hundred! I parked in the residential neighborhood and walked a few blocks....as it turned out it was ladies night out!
This chamber of commerce event encouraged roving gangs of women to descend on the town seeking discounted goods, stamps on the door prize bingo cards, and sipping from punch bowls with liquids with descriptions that ended in "tini" and "rita". There were limo loads--gaggles of red hatted-purple shirted bargain hunters, mobs in the "cute" shops! I haven't seen this much estrogen in one place since I last visited a sewing expo....
They were gaily amassing stamps, empty punch glasses, and a few toted bags of bargains. It was awful!
We went to the bar at the edge of town--another surprise--I got to observe Bar night!!! No wonder no one ever meets anyone in a bar. The lights are low, music blaring, the guys hang with their pack drinking cheap beer. The girls look slutty, with too much makeup. It was weird watching this pathetic mating ritual. Maybe the guys would be more successful if they would take off the baseball hats! E. pointed out that they were probably wearing them due to baldness!!
Ladies night out. Avoid it if you can!
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