Archive for January, 2010

For Your Viewing Pleasure….

January 29, 2010

I’m a starer, always have been.  I’m the one who, when my friends say don’t look, always looks. Sometimes it’s really bad.  Sometimes, I scrunch up my face to make sure what I’m not supposed to be looking at is really there. When I was in college, I was in a meeting with a group of students and a faculty member.  I couldn’t tell you a single thing that was said because the faculty member had a mole and I spent the entire meeting staring at it.  I would catch myself, hope noone saw me staring, and try to refocus.  Inevitably, I would be pulled back in. I’m back at it today and it wasn’t pretty.

While waiting for the elevator, I was joined by two women that work somewhere in the building. Having seen them before, I smiled and said “hello,” and saw it and the staring contest was on.  One of the women’s belly was showing!  At Work!  When I finally looked at her face again, I realized that she is a repeat offender.

I think it is wonderful that women and girls are comfortable in their own skin these days, but that doesn’t mean the rest of us are comfortable in their skin. We are in the workplace and this woman’s stomach is showing.  And while I applaud her for her flat stomach, I don’t really want nor need to see it. 

It’s certainly one way to get people to stop staring at women’s boobs, but I don’t think that was the intended redirection area. And though we work in an environment that allows for some flexibility in the definition of “casual dress,” we’ve strayed from the path a bit.  And there is a time and a place for everything, including belly buttons.

We see it all the time.  Women, young and otherwise, with their arms across their stomachs covering their midsection .  Or yanking on the shirt to pull it down over the exposed belly buttons and butt cracks.  Really???? Stop wearing Underoos that belong to little sisters or daughters.  Get your own shirts!

Nice fitting shirts will show the flat tummies from the not so flat, without peep show.  I was always told that one was supposed to leave SOMETHING to the imagination, not look painted on or show what was eaten for lunch.

There are far better ways to get attention.


Glamour Rayz……

January 27, 2010

Glamour Rayz Cute isn’t she?  Look, but don’t look.  She’ll suck you right in and then, you’re done for. I know she’s only six, but you’ll be handing over money, car keys, cookies, you name it. She’s just so dang cute. Try as Big Daddy and I might to fight the glamour rays that shoot out when she bats her eyelashes, we get zapped all the time. Even her siblings are weak against them.

This is Glamour Rayz, our youngest superhero at the edge of crazy. We thought we were done after Whirling Dervish, but there were other plans in store for us. Needless to say, we’re glad she’s here to complete our team. (Two of our superheros look like Big Daddy, two like me.  We each have a set. Equilibrium at its best.)

Glam is loved by all and works it to her advantage.  I’m surprised the girl can actually do stuff on her own. Her brothers would carry her everywhere if we allowed it.  I had to instruct the nanny that she actually could feed herself and should.  She never cleans her room by herself. Giving her sister and brothers the sad face, they ultimately cave in and help her and end up doing most of the work.  We, at times have to put our foot down and make her do for herself.  We don’t look directly in her eyes, though.  Otherwise, she’ll get us. 

It’s not that she can’t do things for herself.  Actually, she is quite independent when the mood strikes her.  In fact, stubborn to her core, she is often defiant, looking right at you while doing the very thing you have instructed her not to do, smiling all the while. We stand in disbelief, questioning ourselves as to whether we had actually told her not to do something. But then if we admonish her, she gets all sad faced and teary-eyed.  And if we’re not careful, we’ll melt under the power of the rays and actually feel bad for her.  We have to shake it off, regroup, and stand firm, even if we’re feeling terrible inside for the sad-face.   Dumb, she ain’t, that’s for sure.

Don’t be fooled though.  Under that hair are two little pink horns.  Her main target is Whirling Dervish, her older sister.  A Love-Pain-in-my-butt (hate is such a strong word) sisterly relationship, she knows just how to press her sister’s buttons, smashing them in to cause the most chaos. An example; Whirling Dervish walked by Glam’s door one morning dressed for the day. Glam looked at her and said, “You’re not wearing that are you?????” and then gave a little chuckle as if to indicate that Whirling looked totally ridiculous, which she didn’t.  Glam was just messing with her sister’s head. And it worked.

When provoked by some brotherly taunting, she growls and attacks them. Her brothers have nicknamed her “Wolverine” after the comic book hero. She may be small, but she is certainly feisty and won’t take guff from anyone, which I’m not upset about at all.

At times, she’ll seem shy, but it’s a front.  It’s all a front.  She’s just sitting back, taking it all in, assessing the situation and whom she can suck into the her vortex without much effort, which is pretty much everyone. People always say we’ll have to keep an eye on Whirling Dervish as she gets into her teens, that’s she’s going to wreak havoc, but no.  WD is very vocal, lets you know where her head is. But this one, Glamour Rayz, who flies under the radar, blinding everyone with her glaminations (I believe I have just made up a new word. ), is prime hell raising material in the making for sure. 

So, if you see Glamour Rayz around, and find yourself getting sucked in, consider yourself warned. I would say look away, but you can’t really.  So try to stand firm. Or melt like I do.


January 25, 2010

Happy New Year All!  It has been a bit crazy on edge, but I’m back in the saddle.  Running on all cylinders through the holiday season has left me a bit ragged.  There is a bit of  procrastination thrown in for good measure, which I knew would strike at some point, brought on by self-induced pressure to write, but I’m pushing on through.

I also believe I was a bear in another life and really am supposed to be hibernating during the winter months.  So, pretty much when it’s dark outside, I often feel the need to hold the couch down with all my might.  My children, if they were devious enough, could probably color my hair some ghastly color or make me up like a drag queen if they were so inclined. Instead, they tip around the sofa, so as not to disturb Mamma Bear, and eat weird stuff for dinner and watch way more television than they are supposed to.

Thanks to all for the encouragement/nudge that you missed my writing.  I’m putting the coffee pot on to wake the bear and getting going.  I certainly need to introduce the rest of the super heroes living on the edge with me.  Got loads to share, so stay tuned.

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