I'll bet they don't have those on Gallifrey

A couple of things you will never hear me say.

1. Big girl panties

First of all, what an interesting thing to say. And by interesting, I mean bless your heart, that sounds ridiculous. I mean, are some of you still wearing your little girl panties with the ruffles on the butt? What gives?

Also, I may be bitter because all my panties are BIG GIRL panties.

P.S. If you know where I can get some big girl panties with the ruffles on the butt, I'd love to hear from you.

2. Happy dance

Honestly? I don't dance when I'm happy. I don't dance when I'm sad. I eat.

Come to think of it, I also eat when I'm bored, waiting to pick kids up from this or that, watching television, going to movies, driving in the car, lonely, horny, frightened and/or wistful. In fact, the only time I don't eat is when I'm hungry and that's because with all that eating, I don't think I'm ever really, truly, physically experiencing hunger.

Maybe I should reconsider this dancing business.

See also: why do you want to make me think of Snoopy anyway?

3. This isn't something said. Instead it's something you'll never see on my vehicles. What is up with those window stickers that show the family? 

Am I the only person who finds them odd? Maybe I'm too old now to appreciate the magic of having a window sticker depicting a nuclear family. I admit to a certain jadedness along with the sexy silver hair and need for bifocals.

I'm not entirely devoid of a soft side, however. I admit I got a chuckle out of the one I spied recently as I drove on I75. It had a Daddy Dalek, a Mommy Dalek,  two little Daleks and K9.

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Grump over. Your turn.

That's what she said

It's not exactly a monologue, but there's plenty of vagina.

That's what she said at PoliTits, a new post at an old blog.

He thought he was the only one

Okay, so maybe I was....

 I had a conversation tonight with a friend I've known since the first grade. We went through twelve years of school together and attended the same college for two years before I transferred to another school.

After we caught up on our families, we talked a little bit about what it was like when we were kids. He shared with me a story that will always stay with me. When we were at the toughest age on the life continuum, another friend of ours said something hurtful. One word. But he got hung up on the one word and it affected him for two long years, framing how he viewed himself, how he felt about his place in the world.

One word. And it may have been said in jest. But when you're thirteen, one word is all it takes to shatter you.

I remember being thirteen and feeling like the whole world was staring at me, that I never measured up, that I was awkward and uncool and a million other things that rhyme with spaz and goon.

I've survived the passage of two of my children through that year and have one more on the precipice of thirteen. It's pretty much a roller coaster through a lightening storm with razor blade raindrops. As a mother who is privy to only a fraction of what happens in the lives of my children, the most I can hope for is to be on the side of good, counteracting whatever mental poison is injected through the barbs of a single word.


What do you remember about being thirteen?