Snail's pace
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la_rainetteI was joking, for God's sake! I was joking! I am not Really Old. I know that I am not Really Old.
Was it really necessary to prove your point by growing a enormous teenagerish zit on my chin? Now, really. Not fun, World. Not fun.
Interesting week-end without Husband stuck At Bloody Work. A question to all my Baseball loving friends: Patty, Alyssa, Fox, Skye (even if you hardly qualify as baseball loving, as you spend your time with your nose in a book ;o) ) have you ever had the feeling that baseball is essentially a man's best friend, and women aren't really expected to take any place in it? I went to have the T-ball team photo taken, and the little guy who was distributing the T-ball schedules (because we have now been having games for 2 weeks without a schedule, eveybody keeps counting points but no-one knows for which team) passed me without a second glance and I had to run after him to get one. He was apologetic but clearly surprised, because he had automatically assumed I was there with A Husband and A Boy (as it were, I was with an unfriendly Tadpole - she was giving me hell because the "I spleam" car wasn't on the parking lot where it bloody well should be each time we go there, and a bouncing Froglet in Baseball outfit.) With it came a nice pamphlet explaining how fun Baseball was for A Dad and His Son. Well. Half the boys in the team are actually girls. So I'm kind of surprised.
Also, schedule is all Greek to me. Have tried looking at it upside down, or right to left. Huh. Should have learned Greek instead of English.
Snail time at the Myleses: Myles wanted to show the girls his snail, but the bugger had escaped.
Myles: Mom! The snail ran away!
Paul (Myles' dad): Imagine the snail sprinting in the yard.
Joan (Myles' mom): Nikki! Nikki, can you come over and show the kids your snails plese?
Nikki is the 9-year-old neighbour. She came over with a box containing 7 snails, and put one snail on my hand, and another one on Joan's. Joan's started going about. Mine extended a lazy eye and took a brief look around, then curled up inside its shell and promptly fell asleep. Huh. I do that to babies, too.
Nikki: it's very lazy. It sleeps a lot. But these (pointing to the remaining snails in the box) are the laziest. They sleep all the time
I kindly refrained from pointing out that they were probably the deadest, too.
la rainette: Go on! Go on! Move, snail! Nope, he's asleep.
Joan: look at mine! It's really fast.
Paul. Yeah sure. Give it another 10-12 hours, it'll be off you altogether.
la rainette: Do snails dream?
Paul: What would a snail's nightmare be like?
la rainette: Would they dream of, say, lettuce?
Paul: Or other snails?
Joan: Do snails have wet dreams?
Nikki: What's a wet dream?
Paul: A dream with a lot of rain in it.
We laughed so hard Froglet took off in a huff, persuaded we were making fun of her. I swear, this kid has cat blood, though I have no idea where it comes from.
The we went to a birhday party with live animals! Petting zoo style! Complete with rabbit, chinchilla, sugar gliders (stinky buggers), toad and salamander, hamster, hedgehog and tarantula. I kid you not. Tadpole, my little zoo fan, the extra-shy baby, was the happiest kid on earth, and really, really loved it. She touched all the animals. She followed them around the circle of kids.
Kid: What is that, on the hedgehog's belly? Ew.
Animal Lady: Er. That's because the hedgehog is a boy. That's the little boy's parts.
Chorus of kids (mostly girls): EWWWWW!
Beaming Tadpole: Ew! Look mommy! Ew!
*g* Whatever's "Ewww!" is always the best.
Was it really necessary to prove your point by growing a enormous teenagerish zit on my chin? Now, really. Not fun, World. Not fun.
Interesting week-end without Husband stuck At Bloody Work. A question to all my Baseball loving friends: Patty, Alyssa, Fox, Skye (even if you hardly qualify as baseball loving, as you spend your time with your nose in a book ;o) ) have you ever had the feeling that baseball is essentially a man's best friend, and women aren't really expected to take any place in it? I went to have the T-ball team photo taken, and the little guy who was distributing the T-ball schedules (because we have now been having games for 2 weeks without a schedule, eveybody keeps counting points but no-one knows for which team) passed me without a second glance and I had to run after him to get one. He was apologetic but clearly surprised, because he had automatically assumed I was there with A Husband and A Boy (as it were, I was with an unfriendly Tadpole - she was giving me hell because the "I spleam" car wasn't on the parking lot where it bloody well should be each time we go there, and a bouncing Froglet in Baseball outfit.) With it came a nice pamphlet explaining how fun Baseball was for A Dad and His Son. Well. Half the boys in the team are actually girls. So I'm kind of surprised.
Also, schedule is all Greek to me. Have tried looking at it upside down, or right to left. Huh. Should have learned Greek instead of English.
Snail time at the Myleses: Myles wanted to show the girls his snail, but the bugger had escaped.
Myles: Mom! The snail ran away!
Paul (Myles' dad): Imagine the snail sprinting in the yard.
Joan (Myles' mom): Nikki! Nikki, can you come over and show the kids your snails plese?
Nikki is the 9-year-old neighbour. She came over with a box containing 7 snails, and put one snail on my hand, and another one on Joan's. Joan's started going about. Mine extended a lazy eye and took a brief look around, then curled up inside its shell and promptly fell asleep. Huh. I do that to babies, too.
Nikki: it's very lazy. It sleeps a lot. But these (pointing to the remaining snails in the box) are the laziest. They sleep all the time
I kindly refrained from pointing out that they were probably the deadest, too.
la rainette: Go on! Go on! Move, snail! Nope, he's asleep.
Joan: look at mine! It's really fast.
Paul. Yeah sure. Give it another 10-12 hours, it'll be off you altogether.
la rainette: Do snails dream?
Paul: What would a snail's nightmare be like?
la rainette: Would they dream of, say, lettuce?
Paul: Or other snails?
Joan: Do snails have wet dreams?
Nikki: What's a wet dream?
Paul: A dream with a lot of rain in it.
We laughed so hard Froglet took off in a huff, persuaded we were making fun of her. I swear, this kid has cat blood, though I have no idea where it comes from.
The we went to a birhday party with live animals! Petting zoo style! Complete with rabbit, chinchilla, sugar gliders (stinky buggers), toad and salamander, hamster, hedgehog and tarantula. I kid you not. Tadpole, my little zoo fan, the extra-shy baby, was the happiest kid on earth, and really, really loved it. She touched all the animals. She followed them around the circle of kids.
Kid: What is that, on the hedgehog's belly? Ew.
Animal Lady: Er. That's because the hedgehog is a boy. That's the little boy's parts.
Chorus of kids (mostly girls): EWWWWW!
Beaming Tadpole: Ew! Look mommy! Ew!
*g* Whatever's "Ewww!" is always the best.
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Date: 2004-06-01 04:48 pm (UTC)Oh my, yes the world has a sense of humor. Or it's karma, because you complained. And animals are fascinating, especially the ewwww parts. Until, suddenly, they aren't (when they pee on your foot, for instance).
But I must say, chauvinism is alive and well the whole world over -- so sad for them, that these (predominantly) men cannot see past their expectations to reality (hello, half are girls!?!).
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Date: 2004-06-02 12:00 am (UTC)Thanks for the head up on baseball and sexism. Has also been confirmed by the Myleses (drama class, so dinner with them tonight). Ah well.