Wednesday, November 26, 2008
You Tell Me
I've been told I'm not blogging enough lately. It seems, actually, that many are not blogging right now. What is it? A change in the weather? The busy holiday season? School? Who knows. Either way, I'm feeling pressure to blog, but have nothing that is blog worthy. So I'm opening up the floor to you. Instead of posting a generic questionnaire, now is your chance! Leave questions in the comments that you want me to answer and I'll get to blogging! Bring it on... I'm hoping your literary poking and prodding will reignite my creative flair... or at least my brain.
Monday, November 10, 2008
... A Case of the Mondays
If you're feeling like me this rainy Monday is inducing a horribly strong case of the Monday's! If you're in need of a chuckle this video is just what the doctor ordered. Keep in mind this is a REAL music video put together by the Hoff and it's all the rage in Germany. Oh, how it makes me grin.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Spumoni
Spumoni is a splendid little ice cream treat made up of three flavors (chocolate, cherry, and pistachio) that swirl together to create heaven in a cup. In my current line of work I get to serve spumoni all day and all night. Add the heavenly taste to the fact that the ice cream comes free with their meal and people are somewhat ga-ga over their Spumoni. (capitalized to show respect...)
Last night I was serving Spumoni to a family that had four young children. After I placed the hand-dished dessert on the table I was about to banally recite my robotic "enjoy dessert" (insert smile) when I was interrupted by a wail. This was a whale of wail.
"Their ice cream is bigger than mine", sobbed one of the kids. His siblings were already started on their desserts, but it was true. Their ice cream was bigger than his, and he was not standing for it. His parents tried to hush him by showing him how much he had; by telling him to be grateful that he had gotten any ice cream at all. Least effective was their threat to altogether take it away from him if he didn't shut up about it. But he didn't shut up. The next series of wails began: "But it's not fair!!!!!!"
There is an unwritten law in childhood that fairness is the number one factor of importance in decision making. Let it be good, or let it be bad- it doesn't matter as long as it's fair. Every kid wants the equal piece of cake, the equal dish of ice cream, the equal punishment, the equal amount of chores. This law is sacred to kids and they take it very seriously.
I hurried back to the kitchen and brought out a small scoop of Spumoni, after all we have plenty of it in the store and it didn't hurt to bring out another dollup in the name of equality. The aggregate of his now two scoops equaled what his siblings' portions originally were so he was happy. Things were fair.
I wonder if we as adults shouldn't try to take a few notes from the laws of childhood? The tenets are few, but simple: Play nice. Forgive each other. Don't be afraid to get your hands dirty. Share. Be fair. Isn't that what it all comes down to anyway? Everyone just wants an equal-sized dish of heaven.
Last night I was serving Spumoni to a family that had four young children. After I placed the hand-dished dessert on the table I was about to banally recite my robotic "enjoy dessert" (insert smile) when I was interrupted by a wail. This was a whale of wail.
"Their ice cream is bigger than mine", sobbed one of the kids. His siblings were already started on their desserts, but it was true. Their ice cream was bigger than his, and he was not standing for it. His parents tried to hush him by showing him how much he had; by telling him to be grateful that he had gotten any ice cream at all. Least effective was their threat to altogether take it away from him if he didn't shut up about it. But he didn't shut up. The next series of wails began: "But it's not fair!!!!!!"
There is an unwritten law in childhood that fairness is the number one factor of importance in decision making. Let it be good, or let it be bad- it doesn't matter as long as it's fair. Every kid wants the equal piece of cake, the equal dish of ice cream, the equal punishment, the equal amount of chores. This law is sacred to kids and they take it very seriously.
I hurried back to the kitchen and brought out a small scoop of Spumoni, after all we have plenty of it in the store and it didn't hurt to bring out another dollup in the name of equality. The aggregate of his now two scoops equaled what his siblings' portions originally were so he was happy. Things were fair.
I wonder if we as adults shouldn't try to take a few notes from the laws of childhood? The tenets are few, but simple: Play nice. Forgive each other. Don't be afraid to get your hands dirty. Share. Be fair. Isn't that what it all comes down to anyway? Everyone just wants an equal-sized dish of heaven.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Decision 2008
This week I was forced to exercise my judgment in order to choose between two options; both of which are less than desirable... and I'm not even talking about the election! I'm talking about the OTHER democratic process where people make choices that define their behavior and highlight their identities. It's a process that comes around every year and I always wait until the last minute to decide.
Decision 2008: What do I want to be for Halloween?
It's the one day of the year where we can be anything. Anyone. The options should be endless, but alas, I'm discovering a trend. Halloween for women means two options: sexy person or sexy animal. In the person category you will find the tired choices: nurse, school girl, teacher, nun. Yawn. The animal category holds the same character's we were when we were younger, but significantly cuts down on costs due to the fact that it requires HALF of the amount of fabric. So here you'll find the bunnies, the ducks, the kitties, the devils. All this really means, however, is that you're in your underwear and high heels with a tail pinned to your butt.
Alas: how can I choose between two such options? Both the sexy person and the sexy animal categories are equal parts cliche and boring, as well as degrading and... well, naked. (Let's be honest, if I had the bod I would go as Eve. Hand over the fig leaf and the apple and call it good!)
In the end the choice for me was simple: I am not doing either of them. Decision 2008 political style collided with my Decision 2008 Halloween style. I was Joe the Plumber. And damn was I sexy!
Decision 2008: What do I want to be for Halloween?
It's the one day of the year where we can be anything. Anyone. The options should be endless, but alas, I'm discovering a trend. Halloween for women means two options: sexy person or sexy animal. In the person category you will find the tired choices: nurse, school girl, teacher, nun. Yawn. The animal category holds the same character's we were when we were younger, but significantly cuts down on costs due to the fact that it requires HALF of the amount of fabric. So here you'll find the bunnies, the ducks, the kitties, the devils. All this really means, however, is that you're in your underwear and high heels with a tail pinned to your butt.
Alas: how can I choose between two such options? Both the sexy person and the sexy animal categories are equal parts cliche and boring, as well as degrading and... well, naked. (Let's be honest, if I had the bod I would go as Eve. Hand over the fig leaf and the apple and call it good!)
In the end the choice for me was simple: I am not doing either of them. Decision 2008 political style collided with my Decision 2008 Halloween style. I was Joe the Plumber. And damn was I sexy!
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