I love Mental Floss!!

 From my favorite magazine, Mental Floss, comes several interesting facts:

Separated into categories for my convenience:
Teeth
*The cotton candy machine was invented by a dentist.

*35% of people are born without wisdom teeth, and as we continue to evolve, scientists believe fewer and fewer humans will be born with wisdom teeth, or appendixes, or little toes.

Caffeine
*The APA's DSM-V handbook classifies caffeine withdrawal as a mental disorder.

*Colgate-Palmolive has a patent on a toothbrush that can administer caffeine.

Music
*Recent neuroscience research shows that your musical preferences are established by the time you turn 14.

*After analyzing Billboard archives, researchers found that songs about love stay on the charts for an average of 9.4 weeks and songs that don't involve love last 11.4 weeks.

Left-handedness
*Left-handed people see better underwater than righties.

*Although left-handed people make up only 10% of the population, 20% of all schizophrenics are left-handed.

Interesting foreign country facts
*In 1879, a Belgian village attempted to train a fleet of 37 official mail cats to deliver letters.

*The most common toilet paper color in France is pink.

*Japan and Russia still haven't signed a treaty to officially end World War 2.

*In 2011, the Bombay High Court ruled that astrology was a "trusted science," putting it on the same level as physics and chemistry.

*Bhutan has never been conquered or governed by an outside power. Their government uses Gross National Happiness as a way to measure quality of life.

*The national animal of Scotland is the unicorn.

Famous People
*Nobel prize winner Niels Bohr was given a perpetual supply of beer piped into his house.

*According to Stephen Hawking, if the world population increases at its current rate, by 2600 we will be standing shoulder to shoulder and we would consume so much energy that the Earth would glow red-hot.

*"Hello" wasn't a common greeting until the invention of the telephone. Thomas Edison convinced the printers of the first phone books to make it the sanctioned greeting. Alexander Graham Bell disagreed, and pushed for "Ahoy!"

*Teddy Roosevelt was famously given his own floor at a Washington hospital- not because he was the president, but because he was snoring so loudly.

*Jackie Chan claims he was in his mother's womb for 12 months.

Marriage
*The best man's original purpose was to serve as an accomplice in case the bride needed to be kidnapped from disapproving parents.

*The bridesmaid tradition started because people believed that dressing everyone in the same clothes would confuse evil spirits.

*In 2006, a Sudanese man made international news when he was forced to marry a goat- her name was Rose.

Random
*The most shoplifted food item in the US is candy, in Europe- cheese, and in Latin America- meat.

*The 1967 Outer Space Treaty forbids any nation from trying to own the moon.

*The Monopoly tokens that have been replaced are: the iron, the lantern, the rocking horse, the elephant, and the purse.

*Women with higher-pitched voices tend to be more fertile.

*Sea otters hold hands when they sleep so they don't drift apart.

*Male caimans dance to impress potential mates.

*Tug-of-war, live pigeon shooting, and painting used to be Olympic events.

*Ancient Romans used an herb called silphium as birth control; it was so popular that the herb went extinct.

*Yawning is so contagious that it can spread to dogs and monkeys.

*In 1726, an Englishwoman named Mary Toft convinced a number of prominent British doctors that she was giving birth to rabbits.

*In the 1960s, the CIA launched Project Acoustic Kitty, a furtive attempt to equip cats with recording devices to spy on Soviet embassies. After $20 million was spent on the project, the prototype feline was hit by a taxicab.


Feel free to renew my subscription, anyone!!!!  Best magazine ever!!!!

Arabic, anyone?

If you had to pick one foreign language that all students were required to learn in school, what would it be?
Well, I live in America where the unofficial language is English.  Below America is Mexico, where they speak Spanish.  Above America is Canada, where they have two official languages- French and English.  I chose to learn French in school, but despite 6 years of French classes, I cannot remember much.  I do like the language, though- it sounds nice and flowy. 

So I just did a google search and came up with a list of the top 10 most spoken languages in the world

1. Mandarin, with more than 1 billion speakers, but very difficult to learn.
2. English, about 508 million speakers, but it's the official language of more countries than any other language.
3. Hindustani, 497 million, language of India. Namaste.
4. Spanish, 392 million speakers. Has influenced English. Hola.
5. Russian, 277 million, and to say “hello” in Russian, say “Zdravstvuite” (ZDRAST-vet-yah).
6. Arabic, 246 million, one of the oldest languages and mostly spoken in the Middle East.
7. Bengali, 211 million, language of Bangladesh.
8. Portuguese, 191 million, spoken in many countries, national language of Brazil.
9. Malay-Indonesian, 159 million.
10. French, 129 million. Spoken in lots of countries and has influenced English.  Bonjour.

It would make sense to me to have American children study the most-spoken language in the world- but it just happens to be Mandarin, and it is way too difficult to be worth the effort.  Learning any second language fluently opens the mind to learn more languages easier, so I would start American students on Spanish and/or French.  My reasoning: a) we are already doing this in most schools, b) these two languages are the closest to our country's borders, and c) they both share many words with English and are easier for kids to pick up.

I also believe we need to put more stress on learning a second language.  Schools should make it mandatory to pick one language and study it every semester until graduation.  No more messing around, no more firing foreign-language teachers, and no more putting this issue on the back burner.  Learning a foreign language helps the brain in the same way learning to read music does.  When the education system has a firm policy on this, perhaps other languages could be offered to those students who are interested and/or extra talented.  I'd like to see Arabic taught in our schools, and maybe some very enterprising students could attempt Mandarin.

I really think America is being very slow and stupid and behind the times.  Our student's test scores are consistently below other countries'.  I look back at some of my junior high and high school classes and think it's a wonder I learned anything at all. And yet I was a mostly-A student.  Something is broken in the system.

ideal sex ed

If you could decide exactly how, when, and where your children would learn sex education, what would you consider to be ideal?

In today's world, they will learn something about it by the time they reach first grade.  I did, and that was back in the 1980s.  But I think I didn't really understand until I asked my mom what a virgin was when I was 10, after watching an episode of 'Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.'  She was put on the spot, and had to explain the basics to me.  That was not an ideal situation.  Also, where I went to school, we had absolutely NO sex ed classes. Ever.  We had a little demonstration and video about menstruation in 5th grade (only the girls), and a kind of large mandatory forum of many schools put into one auditorium to talk about abstinence and STDs- in 11th grade, for one day, and NOT coed. It was clearly a scare tactic, and much too late.  I knew several girls who were already having regular sex with their boyfriends, and even one pregnant classmate.  There was no explaining about sex beyond the basic mechanics, no passing out of condoms or practical advice on how to avoid unwanted sexual encounters.  I know that my friends and I viewed that day as a field trip, or a free get-out-of-school day.  Personally, everything I knew about sex at that time was learned from my grandma's dirty Harlequins.

For my kids, I would like there to be a section in their biology class that focuses on reproduction and takes about a week to get through.  I would like this to happen in middle school.  I would also expect condoms and birth control to be explained and encouraged.  And to drive the point home, I would like them to have to watch several graphic videos of women giving birth, presentations about the realities of STDs as told by real people, and maybe one HIV-positive person.  I do not want the subject of sex to be glossed over or skipped completely.  I would like all the options discussed, including the reality that sexual situations will soon be presenting themselves, if they aren't already.  I want them to know what to do in a situation that they do not want to have sex, and in a situation that they do want to. I do not want them to feel ashamed of their bodies or unprepared. 

In addition, I'd like there to be a mandatory sex ed class in their first year of high school, just to reinforce the information.  And when they start dating, I will provide them condoms- JUST IN CASE.  I will stress that they should not feel pressured to do anything they don't want to do, because I know that girls can be as forceful and horny as boys but also that sometimes the attraction is not mutual.  I don't want them to sexually active so early, but I know that it will happen- so I'll be prepared.  If they have a girl over to "study," the bedroom door will be fully open.  They will have curfews when they go on dates.

customer service stories

So, I may have mentioned this before, but I have worked retail since I was 16- with the exception of a 3 month temp job at Fabricut warehouse (where I located, cut, folded, serged, and shipped out fabric samples) and a doomed one month as an order puller at a Hobby Lobby warehouse (where I worked on a line filling boxes with items such as fake flowers and Valentine candy in December).  Under the umbrella of "retail," I include any job that entails interaction with the public: fast food positions, supermarkets, department stores, door-to-door sales, etc.

I worked at a popular fast food restaurant on a military base for over a year.  This was a very interesting job because a great portion of the customers wore their military uniforms and some carried weapons. I was supposed to call each customer by their rank as it appeared on their uniforms, but I could never remember how many stripes meant which ranks.  I called everyone sir or ma'am to be safe.  John Cena came on base on a day that I was working, and so did Chris Brown.  The lines from the store where the stars were situated stretched all the way outside.  People waited for hours . . . and Chris Brown left after appearing for only one hour, upsetting the people in the long line.

I am currently a greeting card merchandiser.  Recently, I was on my knees reaching under a card cabinet, when an old man (older than 60) stopped next to me.  I looked up at him, and he handed me a dime.  I was surprised but polite, and said, "Thank you! I love dimes!"  To which he replied, "I give a dime to every woman who gets on her knees in front of me."  I was flummoxed, not knowing what to say to that.  So after a pause, I started laughing. 
On a related note, people like to hide items behind my greeting cards.  Empty condom boxes, empty battery packs, used lipstick, empty pregnancy test boxes, etc.  Evidence of stealing.  You get the idea.  The manager at one of my stores told me she regularly finds used condoms in the bathroom.

Of all the Walmarts I've worked at, the longest time spent was at the first one.  This was a place where women were given raises for sleeping with the assistant managers and loaded unpaid-for baskets were allowed to walk out the front door without any form of intervention at night.  There were many nights (from 10 pm to 7 am) when I was left alone to man the cash registers, self-checkouts, and customer service desk.  A common scam teenagers pulled on me was to call the customer service phone so that I would be out of sight of the front door, and keep me on the phone long enough for her friends to walk out the door with a bunch of merchandise.  I also witnessed many many many people cheating the self-checkouts, which I was usually in charge of when I worked the day shift.  These particular self-checkouts had long belts and a long space between the scanner and the bagging area.  That did not stop families from forming a chain of children to furtively pass expensive items down the line and into the bags, and teenagers from trying to buy beer- thinking we didn't check IDs at the self-checkouts.  I had a few foreign people try to confuse me by saying it was legal to drink in their country, and they'd show me passports and IDs in other languages.  I'd have to tell them that they were currently in America where we are uncool, and they'd suddenly pretend to not understand me.  Sigh.

Money savers

How to Save Money in My City

I have done some work for fellow mdub and surrounding area dwellers.  This research is due to my extensive work in retail, tips from my mom, and my own shopping experiences.

1. a) I will start with what I know best- greeting cards.  If you must buy a greeting card, the cheapest places are Dollar Tree (where cards are 50 cents or a dollar) and Dollar General (where the exact same cards are the exact time prices, with the notable addition of sound cards for $2.50- $3.50). However, while some of these cards are of decent quality, I would only recommend them to people who expect them to be thrown away.
b) Big Lots offers better quality cards at 25% off.  These are my personal favorite, because of the creativity and craftsmanship.  They are worth the extra expense, in my opinion, especially if you think the receiver of the card will appreciate it.
c) Select Walmarts offer American Greetings cards at 10% off. The great thing about this is that they always have a 4-foot 47-cent to 97-cent section of decent cards for the cheap-minded.  My favorite section, however, is the 4-foot RPG selection of mostly funny cards that are made of recycled materials.  When a card makes me laugh out loud, that's a keeper.
d) Target offers very nice quality cards for every occasion you can think of.  When I have the extra dough and a good enough reason, I'll always spring for a card from Target.

2. The commissary on base has the best prices on spice packets, canned ravioli and spaghettios, shredded cheese, and reduced price meat, in addition to a clearance corner.

3.  If you are grocery shopping and you can't get into the commissary, go to Crest.  They are much cheaper than Walmart on most items. Soda- of all brands- is usually on sale, bottled water is a steal, they have Watonga cheese curds, the shopping carts can fit two kids in the front, the hamburger patties are the best quality, and they have the biggest selection and best prices on frozen pizza.

4. Walmart- the best deals at Walmart are always the off-brand labels.  Equate, Sam's Choice, etc. Medicine is cheapest here, diapers and off-brand Pediasure are cheapest here.  Clothes, shoes, toys, and electronics are cheapest here, especially if you look in the clearance sections.

5. Books- The Half-Price bookstore is your best bet for the biggest variety of used books and good prices.  Dollar General always has one rack of books that range in price from $1 to $5, and they are all paperbacks, but sometimes you can find a really good book there.

6. One last tip that a surprising number of people don't know: Holiday-themed  items are priced at least 50% off the day after the holiday.  This begins at midnight at 24-hour stores.  I hit Walmart every year the day after Halloween for cool panties and cheap candy.

for my mom

October, 2013.

Dear Mom,

          You are 53 this year.  Congratulations on making it this far without your hair turning gray or having to use a wheelchair!  You have been through so much, and yet you are still ticking.  I had this brilliant idea to make a list of 53 things I love about you, but dang, that’s just too much.  I made it to number 16 and called it quits.  Not because there aren’t 53 things to love about you, but because I wanted them all to be meaningful.  Not that you don’t have 53 meaningful qualities, but anyway . . . I decided to put this in letter format and to add fun stuff at the end.

          First of all, I am ever so grateful you picked my dad as your life-mate.  You gave him a second chance to win your heart, and I am happy you did.  I can’t imagine you being married to anyone else.  I also can’t imagine any other man being as patient, steady, handy, and dependable (with a dash of orneriness) - and that is what you needed.  So thank you for choosing Dad.

          Also, and this must be said, thanks for giving birth to me.  I know you didn’t have to, and I know you had just been through considerable pain and suffering and heartache.  Now that I am a mom myself, I understand how difficult it is to choose to have children when you know they may be born with serious defects.  I feel absolutely certain that I owe not just my existence, but my continued survival to you.  You loved me when you weren’t sure if I would live.  You cared for me after each operation or procedure.  You were always there for me, and without you I would not be here today. 

          Along those lines, thanks for choosing to have another child after me.  I know Greg and I fought most of the time and even hated each other at times, but it was good to have someone to grow up with.  We ended up being friends, and no one gets you as well as a sibling.  No one else has those childhood memories. 

          As for teaching me as I grew up, you did everything.  You taught me about my period, and showed me how to wash my panties in the sink if blood got on them.  You taught me to cook, and that is a valuable life skill.  You taught me how to French braid, how to use a curling iron, paint my nails, put on makeup, etc.  A lot of girls do not have mothers to teach them these things.  Here’s something else: you taught me how to separate groceries on the belt when you’re checking out: meat in one section, dairy in another, frozen over here, produce over there, etc.  You would be surprised how many people do not do that.  It’s such a simple thing, and it makes it easier on the cashier and bagger, and also on the person who unpacks the groceries at home. And hey, you also made me wear a bra even when I didn’t need to- you remember the whole nipple issue.  So thanks for molding me into the woman I am today.

          I don’t remember who introduced me to reading, but I do know that you were the one who encouraged it the most.  You really helped nourish my soul with books.  I do not know what kind of person I would be without my passion for reading.  I don’t know how I could have gotten past some difficult and/or painful ordeals in my life without the escape books offered.

          You gave me my excellent taste in music. First, by putting on 70s records like the Bee Gees and Abba on Saturday house cleaning days when I was little, and later by taking me to my first concert.  You basically created my obsession with the Monkees and my deep appreciation of the Beatles.  To this day, I prefer some good funky 70s music to anything else- I mean, there were A LOT of Saturday house cleaning days while I was growing up.  It’s in my blood now.  You also taught me the electric slide, which remains my favorite dance.  Speaking of dancing, you are a natural.  You pick up steps faster than me, and you look better doing it. 

          I would say that you are my best friend.  My husband is, too, but the mother-daughter relationship we have is different from the spousal relationship.  I believe I can tell you anything if I can just work up the nerve.  You probably know 99% of everything there is to know about me.  I usually love spending time just sitting and talking to you- I say “usually” because there are way too many times when one or both of us is too sick or in pain to enjoy anything.  You are always there for me, and I hope you know that I am always here for you.  I may grumble, but you must know that I truly want to help when I can.

          You are strong.  You are a warrior.  You have been through life obstacles of all sorts, and you always pull through.  You have survived loss of a magnitude that I cannot even fathom as a mother.  You went through heart surgery, kidney stones, and breast reduction as a teenager.  You suffered a wasp caught in your panty hose at school, and getting your period on Halloween.  You made it through these mortifying incidents, and shared them with me so that I could learn.  You had some kind of knee surgery and had to stay lying down, but you still managed to throw me a birthday party from the couch.  You had two aneurisms is your spleen, and it was accidentally discovered by a thorough technician who was checking for something else entirely.  You have back problems and continuing kidney stones and who knows what else.  And yet you still go on living your life.  You can be very happy, and when you are, everyone knows it.  Your laugh is very distinctive and unapologetic, and I love it.  You are an inspiration. 

You are creative when you don’t have to be.  You could so easily slip into empty-nest housewife mode and watch TV, sleep, and drink all day.  Instead, you keep up with the housework while designing and making jewelry and other crafts.  You let your creative side out, and you make money doing it.  On top of that, you are also creative in the kitchen, experimenting with different dishes to try on Dad for supper or new recipes for pies or other dessert items for the holidays.  I honestly do not know how you do it.

You are a wonderful grandma.  You have totally opened your heart to include 3 precious grandchildren.  I entrusted you with the care of my first baby when he was only 4 weeks old and I had to go back to work.  At first it was difficult, but now I know without a doubt that you can take care of my kids. Tyger and Cougar absolutely love you, and they think going to Grandma’s house is the best treat ever.  You give them the attention they need, and you spoil them rotten.  You have even managed to keep up a bond with your granddaughter, even though she moved a few states away.  The kids just adore you.

Well, to make a long story short- I am lucky to have you as my mom.  You are truly the best mom ever, and an inspiration as a woman.  I love you with all my heart, Mom.

I need to let this go

Why is high school on my mind nearly 11 years later?

I find myself thinking about stereotypes, and cliques, and clubs, and dating, and sports, and teachers . . .

Let me begin by bringing up this classic 80s movie about high school:

These high school kids were labeled as the brain, the jock, the basket case, the criminal, and the princess.  I can remember many classmates fitting into some of those neat boxes, but I also remember other classifications that existed at my school.  For example, I had a close friend who was an out and proud lesbian.  I knew a girl who got pregnant in senior year.  There were Goths and there were the cheerleaders.  I, myself, was both a loner and a basket case, with some brain mixed in. I attended every football game from 8^th grade until 11^th grade as a member of the school band.  I was in the band, but never felt like I belonged.  I remember eating lunch while sitting in the hallway reading a book.  It’s really hard to pigeonhole people with only 5 options. 

 

Some teachers stand out in my mind, like my one-legged American History teacher who gave me my first C ever.  And then there’s my French teacher, who taught my French class all through high school.  She was the nicest lady, and made me want to become a French teacher.  That was even the first major I picked in college.  On the difficult side, there was my band instructor, who taught my class 7^th grade through 12^th grade.  He expected perfection from all of the band members, was prone to swearing and throwing things, made many incorrect assumptions about us students, and gave self-righteous speeches on the fly. He played favorites, and through my experiences with him, I learned that I am not an ass-kisser. 

Another large part of my high school experience was dating and mooning over boys.  I had a boyfriend for 5 months in 11^th grade, and I spent so much time talking to him on the phone at night that I hardly ever did my trigonometry homework.  That’s when I received my second (and last) C ever.  The quote I chose for my senior yearbook was “I have had a crush on every single guy in my class.”  That’s really telling; my hormones were out of control, and yet I remained mostly a loner and too shy to approach any of my crushes.

I think my point is that I was pretty miserable in school. Full of angst, hormones, social anxiety, and depression.  I was never invited to a single party and never offered any drugs.  I mostly stayed home and read books when I wasn’t working a part-time job.  I feel like I missed out on a huge chunk of the high school experience, and I can’t help but dwell on it sometimes.

brand reviews

Brand Loyalty

First of all, I would like to state that I use mostly generic brand products because they are cheaper, but also because many times the ingredients are the same as the more popular brands.  Even so, I do have some favorite brands, and I will explain my reasoning for each one.

Apple vs. Microsoft:  I am a Microsoft fan all the way.  I grew up (starting around age 10) with computers my dad built, and they all used the Windows operating system.  I have used all the Windows versions from Windows 3.1 to Windows 8.  I even chose to have a cell phone that uses Windows 7 instead of getting an iPhone.  I have always found Windows easier to operate than Macintosh/Apple systems, and my phone is super easy to work and has all the features I wanted. 

Nintendo vs. Playstation: I much prefer Nintendo systems when I have a chance to game.  I grew up watching my brother play most of the Nintendo systems, and then the Xbox.  I own a Nintendo DS, even though I haven’t had time to play it in a few years.  I have tried playing a couple of Playstation systems, and I find the controllers to be very confusing with all the different shapes on the buttons and such.  I prefer the simplicity and ease of the Nintendo controllers.

Kotex vs. Tampax and all other pad/tampon brands: I have used all the available brands on the market, and I have consistently found that Kotex is the best.  The Kotex tampons are much easier to operate than Tampax because of the shape and grip.  Kotex pads are more reliable than Always pads because you can trust the wings to stay in place.  Generic brands are generally sub-par, but I will use them if I must, and if they are similar to Kotex.

Campbell’s soup: Okay, I only eat one soup, and that is Campbell’s chicken noodle soup.  I’ve tried off-brands, but they do not taste the same.  There is nothing like some good chicken noodle soup when you’re feeling sick.

Chef Boyardee: I love mini ravioli, and I only buy this brand- again, because it tastes the best. 

All brand laundry detergent: I’ve used many brands, but I find All’s frangrance-free liquid detergent to be the best for my family’s needs. It is also not expensive.

Sunbelt granola bars: These granola bars are the best quality for the money.  They taste better than other brands and they are priced reasonably.  I love that they are chewy rather than crunchy.

Ritz crackers: There is just something about the texture of the cracker that tastes soooooo good.  When I buy peanut butter crackers, I always buy this brand. They melt in your mouth, unlike some other brands that are more difficult to swallow.

So I do have loyalty to some brands, but I always buy whatever is cheapest in all other areas: toilet paper, paper towels, trash bags, spaghetti noodles, spices and seasoning mixes, milk, cheese, bread, frozen pizza, magazines, clothes (I shop at Goodwill), tomato sauce, canned and frozen veggies, cookie dough, flour, sugar, cooking oil, batteries, syrup, candy, juice, etc.

raising boys

I just read this article:
America tells boys not to be girly
An excerpt:
"The stereotypes that plague our lives teach that the characteristics of empathetic understanding are feminine: listening, sensitivity, quiet consideration and gentleness.  Empathy is feminized and boys learn quickly that what is feminized is, in a man, the source of disgust. While parents, teachers, coaches, grandparents and others whose ideas shape children aren’t sitting around telling boys, “Don’t be empathetic!” they are saying, in daily micro-aggressive ways, “Don’t be like girls!”  The process of “becoming a man” still often means rejecting almost any activity or preference that smacks of cross-gender expression or sympathy. Expression and empathy are closely related for children. When boys are taught that they can’t “be like girls” it has the threefold effect. First, it alienates them from core aspects of themselves. Second, it portrays what is feminine as undesirable and inferior. Third, it forces boys into a “man box” from which emotions and empathy are excluded."

I have 2 sons, ages 3 and 5.  They do not watch shows about princesses or wear any pink or play with Barbies or other "girly" toys.  However, they are also not encouraged to play with toy guns.  I let my 5-year-old pick out his own clothes, within reason.  He does not gravitate toward girl's clothes.  He likes playing with toy kitchen setups and pretending to cook.  That's fine with me.  When he started pre-k this year, he formed a group of friends on his own which includes one girl.  My goal is to raise my boys to be traditional boys, but I will not discourage their empathetic sides.  I want them to be able to express their feelings in healthy ways.

I grew up with one brother, and we were raised in the same household but quite differently.  I was given girly clothes to wear and he wore boy clothes.  I played with Barbies and makeup, and he played with boy stuff. We both had to do household chores, but only I was taught to cook and do laundry.  My brother played sports; I did not.  In fact, I was encouraged to take ballet; my brother was not.  I cried a lot growing up, over various issues, but I've only seen my brother cry a handful of times.  My brother has much more inherent ambition than I do.  He is doing very well for himself in his chosen career path.  All I thought I wanted to do was get married and have kids, which I did.  

I do not want to raise my boys to be emotionless robots with no feelings for other people, but neither do I want to raise them to be weak.  In this world, men are still traditionally the stronger gender.  Women are slowly becoming more equal, but we cannot fully escape our past and genetic makeup.  Women gathered and men hunted.  Women gave birth and tended the children, and men provided for their families.  The way our bodies are made is inescapable.  Men have evolved to be the hardened protectors that so many are today.

Will I let my boys play sports?  Yes, but only if they show a real interest.  Theater? Yes. Chess club? Yes. Band? Yes.  If they express any kind of interest, I will help them.

appearance matters, believe it or not

Appearance.

This may seem like a trivial topic, but it crops up everywhere.  Most recently in my own life, where I’ve been taking extra care of my own appearance for the first time in years.  I remember growing up, and a memory from 5^th or 6^th grade in the school cafeteria.  I was just sitting eating my lunch (possibly from my New Kids on the Block lunchbox), when a girl (don’t remember who) commented on my hairy legs.  Around the same time, a boy in my class (I remember this one, but will never tell) suggested I needed deodorant.  At the time, around age 12, I was still very much a little girl.  I read books all the time, collected Barbies, and wore outfits such as this:

 I’m the one in the polka dots.  This is actually 4^th grade, but it doesn’t matter.  Times were different back then, or at least my little section of the world was.  Today’s girls of that age are dressing like hoochie mamas. 

Flash to age 13, when my mom allowed me to start shaving my legs and wearing makeup.  I had braces, contacts, and a perm.  I began a ritual in junior high of putting on a little makeup and doing my hair every morning before school.  By age 15, I remember being horrified if I forgot to put on mascara or curl my bangs for school.  I was actually pretty decent-looking in those days:

This is me at age 17. Hair in a ponytail, bangs curled, and mascara applied- all ready for work in my Hastings shirt.

You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone- this is very true.  The very next year, when I was 18, the process that gradually diminished my looks began.  Now, at age 30, I have literally lost my smile and any symmetry I had in my face.  Life sucks, and obscure medical problems really suck.

I believe I wore makeup at least half the time up until I was around age 24, when I started feeling like there was no point.  Deep depression ensued, and it was all about my having bad luck, bad genes, and no more smile.  I went through a brief period of time at ages 25 and 26 where I would sometimes make an effort to apply makeup or do something with my hair.  Then I had kids, and the makeup stopped almost completely.  I also developed an allergy to most mascaras.

At my very first job, I got paid slightly more than the other new hires because the recruiter liked my smile.  I used to smile all the time.  Now I can’t unless I want to look deranged.  Treasure your smiles, people!

Within the last month, I’ve started wearing makeup again and this time around I’m serious about it.  I feel more confident and presentable and attractive when it’s on.  Makeup, plus a little care about overall appearance, can work wonders on a trampled-upon, damaged soul.  For me, it’s a mask for the pain and anxiety and depression I fight constantly.  When I’m not in a moody funk, I will go the extra mile to look better nowadays because it makes me feel better.