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I grew up in Small Town, Nebraska, feeling sheltered by the 'safety' of it all. When I moved to Big City, Nebraska, I felt like the world was my oyster. However, I soon felt like there was much more for me Out There... I moved to Chicago, thinking I was done with this 'little' state. It took living in a true big city to realize that Lincoln is just an oversized small town... and it's where I belong! I'm blessed to have a wonderful husband who understands me and all my oddities. My kids are young enough to still think I'm cool. Beyond that, who cares, right?

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Best "fun quote" yet!

I found this one on AOL today--my only question is, who's going to sign my paycheck? You'd better believe I'll be quitting my part-time gig! If stay-at-home moms were paid for all the tasks they do around the home, they'd earn an average of more than $134,121 per year. By comparison, working moms would need an extra $85,876 in addition to their "day jobs."

They said THAT?!?

What is it, these days, that makes people think it's okay to say whatever pops into their heads? I mean, it used to be people were conscientious about others' feelings and simply didn't want to look rude. (It's pretty clear, if you have gone out in public at all in the past year or two, that people are caring less and less about how they look--physically as well as metaphorically.) A few examples.... My best friend (we'll call her 'A') had a baby about a year and a half ago, and I had the pleasure of witnessing some of the things people said to my friend about her baby (this baby, by the way, is just about the cutest, most perfect baby ever born). One lady commented on what a huge head the baby had (it's actually perfectly proportioned to the rest of the body), while adding what a loud-mouth the baby's older sister is. The lady actually said this to A! A few days later, A's sister-in-law was cooing at the baby and talking baby talk to her, and she said "Don't let anyone tell you that you look like a boy! No, you don't look like a boy! No you don't!" A and I looked at each other like, where did that come from? The baby was dressed in pink, she was wearing one of those cute little headbands, and she has long eyelashes and other decidedly girlish features. Luckily, A has a good amount of self-esteem, and we were able to joke about her big-headed boy-looking baby who has a loud-mouthed sister. About a year, maybe a year and a half ago, I had lost about 30-35 pounds by eating healthy (Weight Watchers) and exercise (Jazzercise). One of the managers at the grocery store where I work noticed my weight loss, and he commented on it... frequently. (To the point where I was uncomfortable with it... the man is scurvy, to say the least, but even if he'd have been a hotty, I'd have been uncomfortable with the comments.) The other night, I saw this manager at work, and he said "You're looking lovely this evening." (I pretty much disregard anything he says anymore.) I said, "Thank you. Actually, I've been putting on weight again, and I'm not really happy about it." The manager says, "Well, I wasn't going to say...." Apparently, to this old fart, this was his idea of being polite. Translation: I did notice your ass and thighs were spreading, but I didn't want to be the first one to say something about it--since you mentioned it first, it's okay for me to let you know I've noticed. Ewwwwww! What an asshole, first of all, and second, why the heck is he paying so much attention? Ick! I EXPECT people to make comments about a little weight gain or whatever behind my back, but I can't believe people have the nerve to say stuff directly to my face!