Can you believe it has been 25 years since the Cosby Show premiered? It was in September of 1984 that the Huxtables showed up on NBC. I was junior in high school, but rarely missed a show with my family on Thursday nights, followed by Cheers, I think. In the old days, we had to actually get off the sofa to turn the channel, so we lovingly refer to my youngest brother as our remote. Good times.
I caught a clip of CNN the other night and it featured a designer, Sheina Matheiken, and her quest to wear the same dress for 365 days. I was intrigued by the bizarre idea so I watched the interview. Her idea was to wear a dress that she had designed with her friend Eliza Starbuck (what a great name!) and accessorize it in a different way every day, taking pictures along the way. Her dress was made so it could be worn forwards, backwards, as a coat, layered, etc.. and was a ubiquitous black, of course. This designer wasn’t doing this as a dare or on Project Runway, but rather as a web cause to raise money for education!
Yes, I know, but I had to watch it. Cougartown is the new Courtney Cox show on ABC about being a cougar, as in (and I quote): “A woman aged 40 years or old who preys on younger men. During a hunt, she can often be spotted by her leopard print outfit, which makes her feel and look younger.” Yikes! Now as I have told you before, my son was supposed to go to a high school where their team was the cougars. I just couldn’t bring myself to wear the shirt emblazoned with cougar mom across my chest. That isn’t the reason why he ended up going to another school, but I was secretly relieved. But back to the point, the show.
It was a day yesterday. You know the kind that doesn’t end until you collapse into bed after what feels like 30 hours???? Yeah, that kind of day. We are in the middle of state testing at work, so my schedule was all wonky, then I unexpectedly had to drive to Alabama south Cobb during rush hour, come back, throw poor Eric back in the car 3 hours later, dash to football pratice and then get pulled over on the way home for not coming to a complete stop at a stop sign in Windward. I, of course, had a friend of my son’s with us to drop off (for the first time no less) and I was sure his mom will not be taking me up on my offer to carpool after he shares my COPS moment with her! She was actually very gracious when I called to explain what happened, but I am certain her son will forever associate me with flashing blue lights. The high point of the day was coming home to clean up after my dog who apparently had “significant gastric issues”, upstairs and down…..ugh.
Religion and church are both hot button topics of conversation. Everyone can think of an incident where religion was used as a bully pulpit (paging the crusades?), as a cover-up for money embezzling, sex scandals and power plays, or just as the heavy hand of guilt. I grew up in church with my family but as I was going through my divorce, it just didn’t seem relevant to my changing world. Where was God when I need the calvary? He was there, waiting for me to figure things out. It took me a while (oh about 30 years) to understand the difference between religion and faith. It took me a few more years to figure out that God is not On-Star, prayer doesn’t work that way. I eventually found my way to the church I belong to now. My parents were slightly alarmed when they heard that it regularly holds 5,000 people per service (x3 per day, and with 2 new campuses currently) so they came to Atlanta to check it out and make sure I wasn’t drinking the kool-aid.
I came across a funny site that entails all sorts of fail blogs, you know like the parentfail I talked about last week and englishfail (or engwrsh fal as it is posted). I smiled as I thought about starting a datefail blog, although I am sure someone has beaten me to the punch on the world wide web. The blog would have to be written information only because whipping out the camera phone during dinner or coffee might make your date nervous…and suspicious (unless they were a complete narcissist). This idea occurred to me after my last round of dating (ding ding, let the fun begin). Let’s just say same guy, different pants, shall we?
When I get home from work, the first thing I do is change my clothes. A day of being coughed upon, and decorated with various bodily fluids (ewwww) is more than enough reason, but comfort has something to do with it. There is nothing better than putting on your most comfortable pair of sweats and an old soft shirt to chill out for the rest of the night in. The only thing better is wearing your pjs all day, but that is frowned upon in most work environments. I don’t wear my comfy clothes outside of the house. Images of Clinton and Stacey taking guerilla footage of me in Publix for “What Not To Wear” serve as a warning against it. However, the more people I talk to, the more common the concept of comfy clothes has become.
“Rudeness is the weak man’s imitation of strength” Eric Hoffer.
Serena, Rep. Wilson, Kanye…I am talking to you. You should be ashamed of yourselves. But not only you, but all the famewhoring celebrity “reality” shows where profanity laced screaming fits (more bleeps than actual words are uttered), fill the hours, provoked by no more than a wrong look. Hair pulling, cat fighting Atlanta Housewives, you are called on the carpet as well. Guy in the red truck flipping off the driver who isn’t going fast enough for you? I am talking to you sir. Woman yakking on the cell phone while the cashier at Barnes and Noble is trying to provide customer service and you glare at her because you can’t stop talking? We need to have a chat. It is time to stop the madness and the rudeness, ladies and gentlemen.
My little brother sent me a link to a website, Parentfail. I wasn’t sure if I should be offended by this subtle prod or not, but I logged on to the site to have a look. I almost fell off of my chair at the first picture (see above) of a little girl dressed as a mermaid, her dad cluelessly carrying her long tail down the street in some sort of parade (I hope) with her little smiling face just above a fake set of large, nekkid naked boobies. ACK!! I find it curious that many of the pictures are dad related as far as safety and the “what the hell were they thinking” factors, but I digress. I scrolled through the pages, most hilarious, some disturbing. but all resulted in the same effect. I felt like the BEST MOM IN THE WHOLE WORLD!! I may have my moments of dumb choices, poorly thought out consequences and blonde moments, but NOTHING like these. I at least had the common sense not to take pictures of what I had done. But lucky for you, they didn’t, so enjoy!
I was flipping through the channels the other night, not really looking for anything in particular to watch. The movie “Parenthood” was about half way done, but I have always loved that movie, so I settled into my pillows to watch the rest. The movie was filmed partly in Orlando where I was living at the time, and came out in the late 80s. NBC is actually making the movie premise into a new series coming out this Fall, but without Steve Martin and Diane Wiest who played siblings in a large, dysfunctional family. It was one of the first movies I can remember that portrayed the good, the bad and the ugly about parenthood, a frontier I wouldn’t enter into, blissfully unaware, until the birth of my first son in 1991.