Modern Movement

        As an observer of life, people, things and such, there are idee fixes that come across my daily path. Now, resist as I may try, some cannot be ignored. Tonight was no exception. As a parent, you must set aside a mini-fortune per month for other children's birthday parties. It's all part of the contract. Although, I never noticed that small print when I claimed my girls from the nursery at the hospital.
      
       I have, no correct that, my daughters have 3 birthday parties this weekend. Their social calendars certainly put mine to shame! One birthday party for young Kaitlyn, is at an art studio for tomorrow afternoon. A few balloons, a cake, a few games and playing ring around the rosie is so 10 years ago! Two birthday parties for Shelby, the legit teen. Of which, one of those birthday parties is for a BOY. 

       We went shopping this evening for 3 presents. Shelby brought shopping reinforcements in the shape of another legit teen friend. We went to a regular old supermarket/superstore. Fred Myers. So remember, this wasn't Fredrick's of Hollywood here. Walking around in the "teen" boy section, looking for a "rocker" tee-shirt, I heard the squeals of laughter.

       This wasn't regular, ha ha, kind of laughter, this was uncontrollable tears rolling kind of stuff. I cruised in the direction of this critical level sound. Standing in the aisle was my daughters friend holding what appeared to be a thong. Yes, underwear. Being female I am perfectly aware of the concept of thong and thats all I'll say there. But alas, this was a Jockey thong for boys/men..........Ok, what the hell?

       You know, I'm all for equality in life. I really am. If that concept is going mainstream, what are us woman going to do next to keep one step ahead? I consider it going mainstream if it's found in your local shopping center, rather then a seedy dive in the dark recesses of one's city. This was just wrong. Now if I could just forget I saw that little slice of modern movement. You would think, we as society, would have learned our lesson with the speedo.
       
       And as the great and clever Forrest Gump wouldsay, "Thats all I have to say about that!"
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       Well, now that I've dazzled with my clearly important observation of modern movement, I find myself perplexed as to what could possibly follow after that. As a parent, sometimes it feels like you are constantly being tossed curve balls. One commercial on the TV can shock everyone into a silent, ummm, who's going to speak first after that one!

       You know, I don't remember this being in the print of the original contract either. I think I signed something along the line's of do you promise to love, cherish, take time, provide food, shelter, clothing and support this child......of which I quickly signed on for. Of course I had the notions of all that tiny print at the bottom. It was so fine you would have needed a high power microscope to see it though. When you have a new baby in your arms, who thinks about fine print?

       It's all good. I'll take the men thongs, commercials for XYZ pill that promises at least 1 hour of fine function, the curve balls and high drives, in exchange for good Motherhood memories. All part of the fun. I know there couldn't be a parent out there that hasn't been shocked speechless at something they knew was just all wrong for their child to see, find, or hear about.

        But we all live through it, and time has a way of adding laughter to those uncomfortable moments.

I have hung my interviewer hat up officially. I don't think I made anyone cry, so I won't be quitting my day job any time soon. It was a wonderful way to ask some questions and get a good peek inside the lives of others.

 Thank you Chris, Inane thoughts and insane ramblings   Carrie, The Way I Came to Be Me   Marti Midlife Musings and last but not least,

Paul, Aurora Walking Vacation who posted his interview late last night. Take a moment to meander over to his journal. His answers were most insightful!