Showing posts with label Random shit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Random shit. Show all posts

Friday, May 01, 2009

Seeing Quadruple

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In 1965, the Supreme Court declared the right to use birth control a constitutional right. Personally, I'm still celebrating. Nearly forty-five years later, 28 percent of women ages 40 to 44 had three or more children, 4 percent had five or more and just 0.5 percent had seven or more. You could never tell that the number is so small from all the hype out there surrounding ‘multiples' these days.

I'm going to let you in on a little story. I was in Belize this summer and got proposed to at a Rotary meeting by a man who unabashedly and rather unceremoniously announced to me that he was looking for a third wife. Of course, the statement was so preposterous that I laughed hard and loud right in his face. I thought he was joking. The blank stare and furrowed brow I got in return told me otherwise.

Those of you who know me know that I don't have a good poker face at the best of times. My jaw dropped, and I will admit to you fair readers: I judged and mocked him openly. I'm not often at a loss for words, but the man was seriously waiting for an answer. The two of us stood there awkwardly with our post-meeting refreshments and cookies in hand. It was Rotary Gone Wrong, I tell you.

He already had 12 kids-7 from his first wife and 5 from his second and was looking for a third to meet his personal goal of having twenty children. "I want enough for a baseball team." He actually said that to me. Then he gave me his phone number. Like I was going to phone him up and be like, um. ‘Hey.'

Once I got over the shock of being his walking uterus, I explained to him that I was single and childless by choice. I got a similar blank stare and furrowed brow. What I realized is that me saying I was single and childless by choice was as preposterous to him as his two wives and twelve children were to me. It was two completely different worlds colliding.

It would have been easy to have dismissed him under the ‘Crazy Religious Zealot" category (which he was) except that he also happened to be well-educated, spoke several different languages and was gainfully employed as an entomologist at the town's only hospital.

My point is that he was just an example of the trend of the increasing number of well-educated and affluent people whose families are growing exponentially. I mean my goodness, compound interest doesn't grow that fast.

Between 1980 and 2004, the number of twin births increased by 70% in the United States and the number of births involving three or more babies has quadrupled.

But you don't need to look at the statistics to know that. All you have to do is turn on the TV.


There's John & Kate Plus 8, the Duggers (18 Kids and Counting) and now there's a new show, Table for 12. Recently Oprah had expectant parents of quadruplets on the show (now fashionably shortened to ‘quad.') Brad and Angelina have 8 kids. People say that the celebrities are glamorizing the lifestyle. Really? ‘Cause there is personally NO WAY you could glamorize snot, puke, and diapers to me, especially multiplied by 8, 12 or 18. It's just too much money and too much poo.

But it begs the question: are they the new "normal"...or is this just a fad which will disappear along with the Snuggie blanket with arms?

Friday, December 12, 2008

I overheard the following conversation at work:

The five year-old son of a lady I work with forgot his lunch at home and she charged him $5.00 to replace the money she had to pay to buy his lunch. She thinks this is the only way he will learn not to forget his lunch again.

Wow.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Getting Hosed

I recently went to a Christmas party and I needed to buy some pantyhose. I'm pretty sure I vowed several years ago to never again be subjected to such dire torture. Since I bought the hooker boots a couple years back, I just wear knee-high socks. (That's really not as bad as it sounds.) In summer, I wear some kick-ass wedge sandals; in winter I tend to avoid skirts and dresses at all costs. However, I was going to a house party and felt like dolling it up, but was instructed not to wear heels as to avoid damage to the hardwood floors. Not wanting to go barefoot, pantyhose seemed the only option.

I may as well have been buying spark plugs.

I'm serious. I was totally lost. Any idea how many different types of pantyhose there are?! And different shades? And every package of pantyhose has a map on the back so you can figure out how fat you are/what size you need. There are thigh-high stockings, pantyhose, anklets, knee-highs, and tights; there are control top, low-rise, sheer to waist, seamless and reinforced toe.

And colours? Well, there is black, nearly-black and night shade. ??? There is nude, taupe, sheer, opaque, beige and neutral. Really?

And let's not even get into how this product combines two of the worst words in the English language.

And look what I found: For all those men out there dying to wear hose, there are mannyhose.

You're welcome.

And just as a little, rather LARGE P.S.: One of the Board of Directors at yet a different Christmas party (in which I also wore hose--see how I worked that in?) left his credit card at the bar and picked up the entire tab. For about fifty people. That is something I would like to be able to do just once in my life. Just once.

Friday, October 31, 2008

We couldn’t afford a Miele

Visitors to our home will be happy to note that a stop chez Casa Rowe will no longer entail picking up dead leaves and sock lint from our carpet: the vacuum saga has finally come to a triumphant end. After more than a year dealing with broken/partially functioning/cheap vacuums and general inadequacy, we have finally bucked up the cash for a new vacuum. Yes, you know you’re getting old when this constitutes blog-worthy news. Between my sister’s asthma and her arthritis (no bulky uprights please) and our long hair which clogs powerheads and the condo’s thick shag carpet, we thought our quest for the perfect vacuum would be never-ending. Throw in our poor communication skills and varying degrees of financial willingness and ability and you have a year of frustration and unnecessarily High Vacuum Hostility (or HVH.) In fact, when we actually got right down to it, it took us twenty minutes. We went to an actual vacuum store, we said this is what we need and this is our budget and voila! We got the Panasonic canister vacuum. What do you know? Knowing what you want and being able to ask for it actually results in getting your needs met. Humpf. Lesson learned.

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Friday, October 10, 2008

People Who Shouldn't Wear Hats


Princess Caroline of Monaco


Hell's Angels Biker Chick a.k.a: J-Lo


The gang from highschool Musical


Justin Timberlake, pop star or cancer patient?


James Taylor, backwards hats won't win you a younger or hipper demographic


Kiera Knightly, the hat won't make you a better or less annoying actress.


I didn't think it was possible to make Keith Richards look any more ridiculous. Clearly, I was wrong.
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Tuesday, September 02, 2008

You *Knew* I Would Get Around to it Eventually...

Look what I found:

The Top 14 Movies About Necrophilia

14. Driving Miss Pushing Up Daisies

13. Some Like It Cold

12. Peggy Sue Got Buried

11. People to Do in Denver Who are Dead

10. Sex, Flies and Videotape

9. Lifeless in Seattle

8. The Right Stiff

7. Dr. Jekyll and Miss Formaldehyde

6. How Stella Got Her Grave Back

5. Four Beddings at a Funeral

4. The Corpse Whisperer

3. CASketball

2. Waiting to Exhume

and Top5's Number 1 Movie About Necrophilia...

1. Blue Vulva