Showing posts with label children. Show all posts
Showing posts with label children. Show all posts

Monday, July 13, 2015

Seriously? You're writing about this stuff?


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Usually when people say, "Seriously?" they're being a little sarcastic.

As in, "I can't believe s/he really said that."

Or, the person is surprised, shocked, taken aback, etc. and thinking, "OMG, I never KNEW that!"

Whether you are feeling sarcastic or stunned, welcome to "Seriously?"

I say that about a lot of things, lately.

Most recently, I say "Seriously?" about senior pictures.  I have a senior in high school this year.

School pictures totally suck, but senior pictures have those beat ten times over.

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If you're having these taken professionally, be prepared to pay through the nose. It's totally an investment, getting your child's senior photos done.

Prices in my area range from (the least expensive, smallest photo package) about $500 to (the most expensive) $1800.

Now, I realize that prices have gone up since I was in school back in the dinosaur age. However, senior photos shouldn't cost as much as my first used car and I shouldn't have to take out a personal loan in order to have my child's face memorialized on photo paper. Or canvas. Or tin. Or whatever other trendy thing is in for pictures to be printed upon.

I had considered staging a small-scale rebellion and encouraging everyone, via social media, to take their seniors to a studio such as Sears or JC Penney or WalMart for senior photos, but didn't think it would gain much ground.  I kind of wish it could happen though, but there are just too many parents who are willing to indulge their princesses (and princes - the photo packages/options for the boys are just as nauseating as the girls) and are willing to pay those prices.

Some people are handy with digital cameras and take beautiful photos. They don't require the services of a professional photographer. I am not one of those lucky people. If digital cameras had actual film, I would be the one exposing it.  Or taking the photo with my finger over the lens.

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I am aghast at the cost of senior photos.  They're beautiful pictures, quality work. But I don't really think my child needs a photo shoot like she's a runway model or something. What the hell, anyway?  Apparently, it is now a terrible thing to just have one pose for senior portraits, and one outfit and one hairstyle for said photo. One must now have a multitude of clothing changes, different scenes - live and local as well as studio locations, and include such props as golf clubs, french horns, horses, wiener dogs, and kayaks.

We are lucky enough to know someone who is willing to do us a huge favor by applying their professional skills to this task of senior photos. I'll be forever indebted to this kind person for easing the pain of the costly photo shoot.

Now - I'm trying to convince my daughter to wrangle the family cat for her portraits. Or maybe the lawn mower, or that pile of dirty laundry . . .

Seriously.



Slurpees are . . . nutritious?

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Our local 7-11  - or, "Sleven," in localese - has a self-serve Slurpee set-up in the back of the store. 

This is a wondrous thing.

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Remember the days of waiting at the counter, ten people deep, for your Slurpee to be handed over?  Now, you can serve yourself, and not confuse the clerks over putting banana flavor on the bottom, followed by root beer, then orange, and topped off by a dollop of Mountain Dew.

So as  I was getting my Slurpee today, I notice a new sign taped up on the machines.  It reads something along the lines of: 1.  "If you're using an EBT card to pay for Slurpees, you must - something something something . . ." and then, 2. "Do not insert straw into Slurpee until you have paid and are out of the store."

 I was momentarily confused. I figured maybe the store was tired of people drinking half their Slurpees before they'd gotten to the counter to pay, so I asked the clerk, "What's an EBT card?"
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Clerk:  That's the food stamp card in this state.

me:  Oh, ok. So - the straw thing? We're a little confused.

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Clerk: (tight lipped, looking put out) People on food stamps can now buy Slurpees with their foodstamp card.  If they put the straw in it before they pay and leave the store, then it's considered a 'to be consumed immediately' item and we can tax it.  If they use their EBT card and then put the straw in the Slurpee as soon as they're out the door, then it's not considered a 'to be consumed' food item, and it cannot be taxed.

me: Huh.  So - those banana-flavored Slurpees are really nutritious and necessary food items, like bread and milk and real bananas.

Clerk:  (nodding) You got it. And, you and I get to pay for people on food stamps to get their Slurpees.

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me:  Interesting.  So - who on earth decided that Slurpees should be covered by food stamp money?

Clerk:  No idea, but let me tell you, it's just wrong.

me: (preparing to leave) Wow.  Well, thanks for the explanation.

So, what do you think? Is it wrong to spend food stamp money on Slurpees, which have absolutely no nutritional value - much like some sugar-coated cereals I won't name - or is it acceptable?  Should people on food stamps be denied a simple pleasure in life like a Slurpee on a hot day simply because they're on food stamps and don't have any ready cash?



Halloween 2006: Throwing out the Trash

Ok, so it wasn't just me being a prude as I watched the kids file by in the hallway of my child's elementary school yesterday afternoon.

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The children were dressed in typical Halloween fare (ghosts, Jedi knights, Darth Vader, witches, princesses, Ninjas (including the Teenage Mutant Turtle variety), a few grim reapers were on hand, baseball and other sports heroes).

The adults and their high school aides were dressed in orange and black or in a simple Halloween costume.

But one costume wearer couldn't help but catch everyone's eye as she marched down the hall next to the youngsters.
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Thankfully, the wearer of "Dorothy the Tramp from Oz" costume**, as I dubbed it, declined to wear her thigh-high stockings to an elementary school, but little else was left to the imagination.

And that was just the front view of the costume. Not only was the cup about to overfloweth from the neckline of the adult Dorothy outfit, but there was a tattoo snaking up from the breast of the wearer, which drew even more attention to the cleavage revealed from the skimpy neckline of the blouse.

The back view revealed a lacy hemline that barely skimmed the buttocks of the wearer--perhaps it extended an inch or two below the butt--

BUT I was hoping, as was one male observer nearby(though I expect it really would have been an answer to his prayers), that the wind wouldn't catch that skirt as she exited the building. I was hoping she wouldn't have to bend down to tie any shoelaces because I really didn't want to see if she was wearing the standard granny-white underwear or a thong or perhaps nothing.

Not that I wanted to look, but it was getting increasingly difficult to tear my eyes away as my mind was contemplating all of the appalling possibilities.

Other parents mentioned to the school secretary the tastelessness of the Dorothy from Oz costume. I can rest assured it wasn't just me thinking there was something amiss. The secretary cringed and told me that the wearer of the costume was a PARENT who had come in to help with the Halloween party.

Yikes.

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I think had that been my child's class I'd have asked the parent to go put on some clothes.

In true child form though, the kids were more entranced with Dorothy's huge shoes (see photo, below, and at right) than they were with any other part of the costume. ("Mama! That lady's not wearing a seat belt!" said the child, of the naked woman zooming by in her automobile. . . .)

While this particular Dorothy may have been welcome to tread the yellow brick road to any number of homes to trick or treat, it is my opinion that this particular Dorothy really didn't belong at school in that get-up.

And I also think it's kind of scary that a parent chose to wear that outfit to an elementary school Halloween party. Save it for the bedroom, honey, or for your no-kids allowed Halloween parties. I think, aside from a handful of fanaticists, this is one reason why schools ban Halloween costumes and resort to having "autumn parties" instead of "Halloween parties."

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I don't know. I'm sure the woman thought she looked quite nice, and thought the outfit really cute. And, it's a character from a children's story after all, so that makes it all right. But, let's examine the reality, here.

Here is the Adult Dorothy (bright blue, at right). The only differences from the "Teen" Dorothy  is that the adult Dorothy has a fitted waist line/bodice and thigh-high stockings.


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The Teen Dorothy has a looser bodice and waistline and (presumably) one-piece white tights, and a less-fitted skirt. Are the one-piece tights a bow to virginity, vs. the thigh-high stockings?

Otherwise, there isn't much to distinguish the "adult" costume from the "teen" costume. Which is rather shameful, unless you don't   mind your teen daughter looking like a stripper in training for an Over the Rainbow strip club.
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It has been in the news recently that Halloween garb is getting a bit more. . . risque, and it doesn't seem that it's limited just to the adult set. As you can see from the outfits pictured here, the "teen" costumes are getting to be a bit skimpy as well. My sister remarked that a third-grade child at her school was dressed as a Geisha - with skimpy skirt and extremely high-heeled shoes. "Cute idea," she remarked, "but the costume was definitely too adult-looking for a kid that age."  The costume wasn't nearly as modest as the one pictured, here.

vintage 1970s devil at
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Does anybody remember when Halloween costumes were composed of whatever you had lying about the house? We used to feel sorry for the kids who had store-bought costumes -especially the ones that were like plastic bags and had the character and name of the character you were supposed to be dressed as, performing some heroic deed. Picture Spider Man in all his red and blue glory, splashed across the front of something equivalent to a kid-size white garbage bag, with his logo in big letters, scaling the side of a building while rescuing a kitten stranded on the rooftop. You get the idea. They really looked bad, bad, bad. Tsk.

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Halloween merchandise is a really big deal now, though, and people spend just as much on Halloween as they do on Christmas. Decorations, light and yard displays, and so of course, costumes must keep up with the Joneses as well. I have no complaint over the improvements made to store-bought costumes. But home-made ones can be just as nice, with a little bit of effort.

Maybe dressing as a hobo isn't  all the rage anymore -  our popular culture and the times have changed and hobos aren't  aound so much as homeless people, who I guess would be their counterparts in this day and age. Witches are still in vogue, as are princesses, grim reapers, and licensed characters such as Mickey Mouse and Super Man.

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As a kid back home, admittedly reaching the dark ages now, our Halloween costumes consisted of a few basic pieces: black skirt, cape, dad's  old coveralls, old flowered fabric that often doubled as a cape for a gypsy, red kerchiefs pilfered from dad. Accessories were then added. Witch? Get a black hat and stripey socks. Hobo or bum? Smudge some dirt on that face and wear the coveralls and an old flannel shirt. Clown? Coveralls worked again, with colorful ruffles around ankles and wrists.

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I recall being a robot one year - tin foil and a box, and a mask were just fine. 

Ok, we weren't top-notch stage costume experts, perhaps, but we still had a lot of fun. And the majority of the kids who tricked & treated at our house were dressed in similar fashion.

I don't  object to an "upgrade" in costuming, I  just wish, much like the daily clothing that is considered in style these days, that kids could still be kids and not have to select a costume from something that is inappropriate for their ages. Certainly some of the costumes available are looking a little too sexual, and that really sends a mixed message when an adult purchases a costume that is too adult in looks and tone for their elementary aged daughter (or son).

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There are those who object greatly to the dressing up of children in any costume be it scary or not, and asking for candy door-to-door. So let's  give them more ammunition to just outright cancel the day, shall we? Let's  continue to cave in to marketing and purchase sleazy costuming.

My son's preschool (about four years ago) was an entirely costume-free zone on Halloween. None of the kids minded,  they understood that  costumes were an after-school thing, and they were happy to have their party all the same. They indulged in the usual party games that school children do - they just do it without the costume.

After witnessing a few get-ups at my daughter's school, I'm thinking that costume-free Halloween school days are not a bad idea. Especially if the adults don't have enough sense to wear something appropriate.
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Ok, my mind and eyes are done reeling from the assault they suffered that Halloween afternoon. But if you're not attending your kids' Halloween parades at school, you just have no idea what on earth you're missing! And if the trend toward risque costuming continues, I suspect attendance at elementary school Halloween parades won't be the only thing going up next year.




**May I add that the commentary here is just that. COMMENTARY. I do not know the person who wore this particular costume, and have no idea of what kind of morals and standards the costume wearer follows or possesses. The costume wearer may be the most moral and upright citizen for all I know. The commentary here is strictly my own OPINION and is not meant as an attack on any individual or group of individuals, tattooed or not. Tattoos can be beautiful expressions of individuality. I have no issue with tattoos. My "issue" is with appropriate dress, as regular readers of this space may already know.


Thank God nobody showed up like this, however:
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Kids: Life's Great Paradox

More accurately, the title should read, "Kids: Our attitude toward them is paradoxical." Is paradoxical even a word?

    
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  • We can't wait to have children.  Then, we have them.  To paraphrase Shrek,  "They poop and they cry and they cry when they poop and they eat and they cry and they cry when they eat and then they poop some more. . ." and we say, "Man, I can't wait until this kid is potty trained and sleeps through the night." 
  • When the kids were potty trained, it was like getting a pay raise.  When they slept through the night, we still woke up at 3 a.m. and would tiptoe into the bedroom and make sure they were still breathing.
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  • We love holding the babies.  They're small, cherubic, warm, snuggly.  And we say, "Holy cow, I can't wait until this kid is old enough to walk because my back is killing me from carrying him/her all over, wherever we go."  Then, the kid learns to walk and we wish for a way to corral him so he stays out of mischeif.
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  • At first, we're so thrilled to see and own every piece of baby paraphernelia known to mankind.  Then, as baby grows, we say, "This crap is expensive! What do we need that for?" And you buy it anyway.  You say, "I can't wait until they outgrow this stuff and we don't have to buy it anymore."
  • Then, we discover by around age sixteen, the price of the kid's toys has gone up considerably.
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  • Our kids drive us crazy, we think, and we say we can't wait until the move out of the house.  No more waiting up nights, wondering if they're all right while they're out with their friends.  No more hollering, "Turn down that music!" or "Take out the trash!" or "Did you do your homework?"  Then, the kids are off to college, or moving out "for good," and suddenly we wish they were home, again.
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  • We say, "Just wait until you have kids of your own," because we feel we are superior in our knowledge that our own kids will be driven absolutely crazy like we were.  We say, "I hope you have a kid just. . . like. . . yourself." And we mean it, for every time our kids were sullen, snotty, sweet, caring, kind, wise. . ." And then, our kids have kids and suddenly we feel old - because we're grandparents, and in holding that grandchild, we suddenly remember what it was like to hold our own for the very first time - and how we were so thrilled to have that new life.  And then we remember that it's time for the 3 a.m. feeding and we say, "They poop and they cry and they cry when the poop. . ."
As my daughter said to me the other day, "What is it with grown ups? One day they want us to be babies, and the next day they want us to be grown up."

I said, "Just wait until you have kids of your own."

School pictures suck

If today were Friday, I'd call this post The Friday Fumbles.

As it stands, it's only Thursday - and Thursday morning, at that.

My mind is empty of any rational thought.

Instead, there are a jillion things roaming around my brain, colliding and trying to make some sort of sense.  I'm sure all of us have days like that, and it's not just me.

All I can think of right now are school pictures.  That's a bad thing.

School pictures have got to be one of the worst forms of torture known to mankind.  Our school photos have been sent home within the last day or two, and I must say, they are truly horrific.  Being employed at a school, I am required to have a photo identification card.


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I dutifully wait in line for my turn at the camera.  Gone are the days when you'd sit on the stool with your head turned one way, torso another, and from the waist down pointing yet another direction.  Now, there are paper feet to stand on - remniscent of those old "Learn to dance" cut-out feet.

And, the head&shoulders pose is now passe. Along with the new, cut-out feet, we are subjected to the 3/4 body shot. From about waist up, hands folded demurely, this pose shows every bulge and clothing wrinkle you possess.


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No one can possibly be more adept at making your 4th grader look stoned, the most attractive person look like they got hit by a Mack truck, the least attractive person look even more unattractive, find the wimpiest poses, the most age-inappropriate poses - capturing into infinity the way we weren't back in "dickety-two" (as Grandpa Simpson would say).

Here are some yearbook photo gems to help us tip our hats to the School Photographer.

 Let no child be left behind from the pain of school photos.


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Looks like something from
the set of "Saved by the Bell."

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Mug shot, mayhap? Well, at
least he looks happy.

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Mirror, Mirror, in my hand
This is the weirdest pose in the land.


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No, wait. THIS is the weirdest
pose in the land.
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Reminds me of "Meathead" from All in the Family.






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Meathead, All in the Family




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Don't mess with her - not only can she bake that
cherry pie, Billy Boy, she can whup your ass, too.



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Yep. Another photo of some innocent
girl looking stoned out of her mind.

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What the hell?



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The web site title says it all.




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I loved the 1980s, and would have (possibly) killed
to have hair that looked like this every day.


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Huffington Post dubbed this photo "Eat my Shorts." Seems
appropriate.  I feel kind of bad for the guy, though, being immortalized
this way because nobody insisted he go to picture re-take day.
Oh. Maybe this IS the retake.

 
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He doesn't just *look* stoned, he probably is.

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I like a guy who knows how to dress up.
I'm betting it was the photographer who
was stoned during this take, though.




Thursday Miscellany

    • When your kids are sick, are you the sympathetic mom who hovers just the right amount, always there to soothe a fevered brow, receiving thankful looks and wan smiles from your little patient?  Or do you turn into drill sergeant mom, who barks orders at the sick child to "DRINK THAT, OR ELSE!" and "WAKE UP! IT'S TIME FOR YOUR MEDICINE!"  Which mom are you, and why?

    • You must remember the special supplies you used in school - those things that were only hauled out when you were learning a new skill that required a ruler, or a compass? Think of the things you'd do with that ruler.  Helicopters. Swords. All-purpose whacking sticks.  Markers were fun, too - who didn't stack them end-to-end to see if it would stand up in a sword fight before teacher turned around? Remember the big, pink erasers? They served better as pencil holders than erasers:  Dig that pencil tip into the eraser - there! You can always find your pencil, now.  What is the goofiest thing you ever used your school supplies for? The following comes to you courtesy of GraphJam:


    • Mental Floss contains a host of articles to keep you procrastinating researching busy for a few hours.  Since Halloween is coming up, here are a few costumes from the article "Halloween Costumes to Inflict upon the Innocent."   What is your favorite Halloween costume from childhood?

    
    Baby lobster: Who could resist?
    


    
    
    Come on, we all know you blame your own farts
    on the baby.
    
    • Just in case you thought YOUR workplace was the only truly bizarre place to be, check this out:

    "Meet Chuck, the Dark Lord of data entry."  Picture Itookatwork.com
    And you thought YOU had the co-worker from hell?  P.S.  When your religious education director asks you what you like the kids to call you, "Spawn of Satan" is probably not the best answer.  Did you ever work with someone who truly gave you the willies?

    • A final nod to Halloween, courtesy of GraphJam. How do you rate your Halloween candy? Or, rather, your kids' Halloween candy?  I know the chocolate always ranked first, and the Slo Pokes toward the bottom of the list, along with the ubiquitous hard lumps of Bazooka Gum, which was only closely preceded by DumDum Suckers.  Just in case your brain is still on sugar overload from last year's Halloween intake, here's a handy-dandy chart to help you organize which treats to pilfer from the children:
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