Because I have nothing to write about and it is now about 10:00 pm Sunday evening and I haven't started my blog yet, a blog that happeneds to be due tomorrow, I have decided to tell you what has kept me from doing this blog all weekend. (in list form)
Let's start with Friday
1.) I didn't go to school because I had to go to the chiropractor, get electro therapy, and was very much in pain.
2.) I couldn't do it when I was done with that because then I had to go to the hospital to get needles stuck in me, my blood stolen, and pee in a cup.
3.) After that I HAD to go to "someones" hockey game (*cough* Jacob Nonnweiler *cough*)
4.) When I got home from that at 11:00pm I had to pack and go to my dads house.
5.) I went to bed as soon as I got there.
6.) I slept in a wee bit late (like 9:00ish) because I haven't been sleeping well because of my back.
7.) When I got up I ate breakfast and took a shower, and everybody knows you cant type a blog in the shower.
8.) Then I plugged in my laptop in attempt to do some homework, but conveniently my Internet explorer wasn't working, making blogger and other necessary websites inaccessible.
9.) So I said forget that for the moment and my grandma took us shopping and out to lunch.
10.) By the time we got back from lunch my dad was home and this forty-four year old father of mine with severe arthritis and both of his hips replaced wanted to play twister? What was he thinking? I don't know.
11.) After a half an hour of a memory scaring game of twister consisting of my dad cheating by sitting on the floor and using the chair as a support, my computer was still not working.
12.) I pretty much wasted the rest of my Saturday lounging around doing absolutely nothing productive. In my defence I tried getting the Internet to work several more times even if the motivation of those attempts was to check my facebook.
13.) Sunday morning: I have given up on my computer...the end
14.) Sunday afternoon: I go back to my moms, take a shower (once again, you can not write blogs in the shower) and sit around until diner time, not doing a blog for I have a complete lack of motivation.
15.) Sunday night: I went over to Jake's house, I brought my computer, yet another attempt to do homework. The Internet was still not working... Story of my life.
16.) Went home at about 9.30, took a shower (shower, wet, not good for computers, no blog in shower. Get the picture?) and now sitting here at 10:25 I am still writing this dumb blog.
Not that there is really anything to win here, except completing my blog. But...Since I started this trend.
Case clear, I win. (Kinda)
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Excuse me ma'am your child is a robot.
This weekend when I was supposed to be writing this blog and typing my paper I was wasting away watching television. The show I happened to be watching was called "Toddlers in Tiaras" which for those of you that don't know is a show about beauty pageants for children ages zero to about eight. Anyway, they dress these little girls up like hookers and teach them to flounce around shaking their hips and flipping their hair. These mothers train their little girls these behaviors starting at age two and claim that it's "making their children better people" and "teaching them values". Sure they are learning "values", if you consider teaching them that it's all about looks and that they aren't good enough being themselves something positive. So basically from age two or three they are thinking that they need these "enhancements" like fake hair, fake teeth, make-up and fancy clothes to be beautiful. This my friend is insecurity in the making. These mothers and coaches are "training" the personality right out of the girls turning them into robots. If you are told what to do, how to act, when to smile, you lose your sense of self and with that personality and individuality. Some of the mothers on the show made their five year old practice at lease twice a day for one or two hours. This is just ridiculous. Sure dressing up and putting on make-up may seem fun for little girls, but the competitiveness the moms are programming into them is going to effect them negatively in the long run. They are going to think they are better than every one else because their mothers are feeding them false confidence. Another thing I don't think is right is the fact that the mothers say that as soon as her daughter says she doesn't want to do this anymore they will stop.
For one: how is a two year old suppose to express that clearly?
Two: I don't know what planet these moms grew up on but to me usually crying is a form of discomfort and they should be able to read that sign that the child isn't happy.
Three: Some of the older kids feel like the have to do this for their mothers approval and maybe they are scared to say they don't want to.
Children are adorable without fake plastic smiles, false eyelashes and polished appearances. And telling them they need more than to just be themselves develops self esteem issues. Causing these children to grow up thinking that the only way to earn money is through their bodies, which is not true.
Child Pageant Queen = Future Prostitute
They develop eating disorders to stay "perfect" for the approval of their parents which is just wrong.
Case clear. I win.
For one: how is a two year old suppose to express that clearly?
Two: I don't know what planet these moms grew up on but to me usually crying is a form of discomfort and they should be able to read that sign that the child isn't happy.
Three: Some of the older kids feel like the have to do this for their mothers approval and maybe they are scared to say they don't want to.
Children are adorable without fake plastic smiles, false eyelashes and polished appearances. And telling them they need more than to just be themselves develops self esteem issues. Causing these children to grow up thinking that the only way to earn money is through their bodies, which is not true.
Child Pageant Queen = Future Prostitute
They develop eating disorders to stay "perfect" for the approval of their parents which is just wrong.
Case clear. I win.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Shaped vs. Normal Mac and Cheese
Dear parents of the world, an extreme dilemma has been brought to my attention latelyy.
Problem: My mother just does not understand my macaroni needs as a teenager.
Example A:
Setting: Grocery Store, Macaroni Isle.
Here's how it went down:
Mom: Erin were out of mac and cheese could you go grab a few boxes
Me: Of course my wonderful mother, I always do as you ask.
(I bring back 2 boxes of delightfully shaped (Toy Story and Spongebob) Kraft Macaroni and Cheese)
Mom: Why didn't you just get the regular kind
Me: These taste better
Mom: No blah blah they taste the same blah
The thing is, parents neglect to believe that shapes taste better because they are either class A fun suckers, or they were raised in a separate dimension where things that taste good are a sin. However I believe that they are wrong because there are several solid facts proving that they really are the better choice.
#1: Because they are shaped like Buzz Lightyear or Spongebob (ect. ect.) instead of boring curved tubes they hold the cheese better giving you a more satisfying amount of cheese with every bite.
#2: They are more fun to eat because you can pretend you are a giant eating little tiny people
#3 (parents should like this one) They use more of a whole grain blend to make the noodles which is healthier and helps them hold their shape.
Thus, in conclusion, my mother has either been brainwashed by martians into believing lies that they taste the same, or she is just a fun sucking jerk ball.
However, in recent days since the incident, her attitude towards the subject has improved. I may again be able to accept her as my mother if things continue to move in a positive direction.
Case clear. I win.
Problem: My mother just does not understand my macaroni needs as a teenager.
Example A:
Setting: Grocery Store, Macaroni Isle.
Here's how it went down:
Mom: Erin were out of mac and cheese could you go grab a few boxes
Me: Of course my wonderful mother, I always do as you ask.
(I bring back 2 boxes of delightfully shaped (Toy Story and Spongebob) Kraft Macaroni and Cheese)
Mom: Why didn't you just get the regular kind
Me: These taste better
Mom: No blah blah they taste the same blah
The thing is, parents neglect to believe that shapes taste better because they are either class A fun suckers, or they were raised in a separate dimension where things that taste good are a sin. However I believe that they are wrong because there are several solid facts proving that they really are the better choice.
#1: Because they are shaped like Buzz Lightyear or Spongebob (ect. ect.) instead of boring curved tubes they hold the cheese better giving you a more satisfying amount of cheese with every bite.
#2: They are more fun to eat because you can pretend you are a giant eating little tiny people
#3 (parents should like this one) They use more of a whole grain blend to make the noodles which is healthier and helps them hold their shape.
Thus, in conclusion, my mother has either been brainwashed by martians into believing lies that they taste the same, or she is just a fun sucking jerk ball.
However, in recent days since the incident, her attitude towards the subject has improved. I may again be able to accept her as my mother if things continue to move in a positive direction.
Case clear. I win.
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