Pansy: June 2007 Archives

The vacinity of our home seems to be the hub for most of the pre-adolescent/early adolescent boys of the neighborhood. The current boy trend is playing marbles. Boys who I do not recognize seem to come from miles feet around for the chance to win or lose more marbles of different sizes and colors. The problem is they sort have the game wrong I think. I wouldn't know, this info comes via my husbasnd since the last time marbles was "in" was like in 1961. They make up all kind of new strange names for various marbles, and invent their own rules. Nothing really wrong with that in and of itself.

My husband received a copy of The Dangerous Book for Boys for Father's Day. It seemed the perfect gift for a father of four boys and an Orson Scott Card-obsessed-teeanage girl (we were tickled the Igguldens were familiar with Ender Wiggin). One of the many features was a chapter on how to play marbles. Polo and Posco were thrilled with the prosect of making the game morwe interesting as they found the "true" game was more difficult than they thought (thus making it more challenging and more fun).

Some of the neighborhood boys decided to play the game the New/Old Way except Those Two. You know The Two-they are in every kids movie as the protagonist. They spend lots of time plotting to get good kids to do their dirty work and get them into trouble for who knows what reason. Their the ones that make you wish you could be a teenager for a day so you can punch them in the nose and put and end to their tyranny. Those Two reasoned that the New/Old Way to play was the wrong way because it was the "Gay" and "White People" way to play. Apparently they play the authentic "real way they played in Puerto Rico." (was marbles invented in Puerto Rico?)

This lead me to think of a new way of thinking. I have been chuckling to myself because from now on, when something seems difficult or challenging, I will simply say it is the incorrect to do said task because it is the way people of certain ethnicity that I am not a part of do it. For example, I can run red lights and when someone says "Hey, you ran that red light", I can say "well red lights are the gay and Ukranian way to drive." I am laughing but I shouldn't because I know of someone who's husband was speeding. When he was stopped he hired a lawyer to fight the ticket, and reasoned that traffic rules in Northern California (where they were from) are more suggestions and not traffic rules. They could not believe they were stopped for speeding when they moved to another state.

Seriously though (well not really) "your baby needs a diaper change,"

"Diaper changing is the gay and Ethopian way to take acre of babies,"

I hope my silliness is coming through in this entry...

You Are 80% NYC

You are probably a real New Yorker, though there's a good chance you really live on Long Island.

HT: My brother Alex

since Peony tagged me, I have a moment to post.

Here are the rules: Each player lists 8 facts/habits about themselves. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning before those facts/habits are listed. At the end of the post, the player then tags 8 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.

1. I am pretty talented at a lot of things such as dancing, drawing etc., but I am not really, really good at anything. For example, if I could sing (which I can't), I would probably make it through the first round of cuts on AI but get no further.

2. I spend too much time on the Internet. I have cut back considerably in past months, but not due to discipline on my part-just a lack of time.

3. I love to eat.

4. I love coffee. But it makes me sick. If I have more than one cup a day of real coffee, I get light-headed and jittery and feel drunk. If I don't get my one cup, I am very cranky.

5. I have been taking college classes online for nursing.

6. I suck at housework. I am always cleaning, but I have no knack for how to do it right. I am also very, very OCD about touching gross things like grease, bathroom muck and whatnot, so it impairs my cleaning abilities.

7. I worry constantly that my kids will become useless people. I worry constantly that I will not get this mothering thing right and my kids will become drug addicts or worse, the guy that plays video games and lives in his Mama's basement at age 40.

8. I think my husband would be the guy above except he convinced me to marry him.

9. I secretly have a burning desire to buy this for myself.

10. Shopping for clothes is my favorite frivolous hobby!

Jeanne, L., Dinka, you're up ladies!

Does anyone, or has anyone had a baby that is so darn clingy, that even at the ripe old age of six months, screams bloody murder everytime you put her down to go to the bathroom, or cook, put her in the shopping cart, car seat, or whatever. And she will not go to anyone else, like her father? And insists that you carry her around in the sling while you cook or whatever and weighs 20 pounds? And never takes naps? And doesn't let you put her down while you eat and insists on sticking her fingers in your food?

If this is you, were you institutionalized eventually?

The Soprano's ending sucked!