i work for this man. sometimes. in a way. i spend a good deal of time with him in the least. he's kind of a whiney baby most of the time and his lack of hair is troubling but his animated dad is kind of cute. is that strange?
i recently remembered that i didn't eat pizza as a kid. i was just not a fan. i rejected the personal pizza's given as prizes for book-it in favor of the oily salad bar. i was not jazzed up about pizza fridays. and at birthday parties, i had my own special meal. i was not a picky eater by any stretch of the imagination - it was only in dealing with pizza. and i almost treated it like a food allergy - i could have technically eaten the pizza but everyone made special arrangements for me to have something else.
'something else' was frequently chicken wings. at my best friend's birthday party in fifth grade (a pool party at the holiday inn) i got a massive plate of wings all to myself, complete with bleu cheese. i was eleven and in sweet-ass tankini, chilling by an indoor pool, taking in the intoxicating scent of chlorine and scarfing down an entire plate of wings. i was beyond caring about the sauce on my face, so i probably looked crazy, but i was in the zone. that was total bliss.
i can't believe i almost forgot about such a perfect moment.
one of the things I would like to do is get Caillou kicked of the air. It demonstrates horrible parenting techniques and models awful behavior for children.
ReplyDeleteBefore I was a mom, I was all "oh, how nice! A show for kids about cancer!" It was quickly banned from my house and I like to sing the theme song as "I'm just a boy who whines, my head's so bald it shines..."