Have you noticed how TV’s standards for nudity and general raunchiness are being relaxed in the worst sorts of ways?
For instance, ads for the “Girls Gone Wild” videos show sexually explicit acts with computer-graphic “modesty” squares over the crucial spots—the promise being that your purchased copy will have the same scenes but without those annoying squares.
The commercials themselves are still fairly titillating, as the tiny modesty graphics provide about as much coverage as the trampiest of bikinis.
…back in time to one of my older posts. This was one of my faves because I love ranting and raving. Plain and simple.
I’m dragging this one out from under the dust bunnies in the archives because I am out of town probably having an excruciatingly bad time trying to wrangle three children on a “vacation.”
What a wonderful opportunity to be lazy once again. Yay! So, just know, if I don’t reply to your comments as quickly as I usually do, it’s because I’m not actually here. Duh. So, thank you in advance.
OK. Now, I can kinda understand (though it makes me crazy) my 3 and 4 year old’s saying “yes maam” when they’re asked to do something and then completely ignoring me and doing something else.
On the other hand, I CANNOT get a handle on grown people doing the exact same thing. When you are on medication of any kind it is usually crucial to have some on hand.
I took quick advantage of having a car again yesterday and took Caitlin to the mall to go to the play area.
We’d never done this because of the fact that we’ve only gone to the mall on Saturday and Sunday nights and it was always filled with children who definitely exceed the 42″ maximum height and looked like they would eat her for breakfast along with their cocoa puffs.
So we’ve always passed it up, while she stared longingly at the large foam tree and listened to the screeching laughter of the other monsters children. Guilt has always eaten me alive by this.
I made plans to take her there yesterday and after getting the three of us cleaned and ready, off we went, just us. Just me. And two kids. Under two.
In the spirit of Taking a Breather From the Hellish Land of Statistics Assignment and Study, here are two names I am loving at the moment.
This name is gaining some popularity; birth announcements occasionally surprise me. However, the most frequent comments made by people who wouldn’t use the name is “It sounds too literary”/”It sounds pretentious” or some combination of the two.
Most people who did high school English are aware of where this probably stems from: Atticus Finch, one of the characters in Harper Lee’s Too Kill A Mockingbird.
According to Wiki:
It’s a tradition that on the day before Halloween, we turn a regular ole pumpkin into a Jack O’Lantern.
It was Petie’s turn this year. He wanted to do something different he said, so our Mom went out and bought some magazines for him to get ideas from.
Well, he looked and he looked and he looked and, finally, he found just what he wanted to do.
He was a bit nervous doing this himself, so Tricia and I said we would be there to help (though Tricia stayed in the background, because she didn’t want to get covered in pumpkin goop when it was time to take out the insides).