Friday, December 22, 2006

The word sweater brings about numerous negative connotations. Like a sauna in which you've overstayed your welcome, or one of those shops in southern California where tons of people are doing work for which they should be getting better pay. So why is it that the sweater is the chosen uniform for winterwear? I mean, the word sweater means something that makes you sweat. So, why would anyone choose to do so? Sweaters are uncomfortable and itchy too, and god forbid you believe that the sweater dress actually looks good on anyone. So, I am saying no... no to sweaters and no to sweating. I am officially launching my anti-sweater campaign starting today. Even if I have to go outside is sub-freezing weather, I will layer t-shirt on top of t-shirt before I put on a sweater.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

What a time to decide that I need to lose weight/get in shape, right? The wintertime is the worst time to start, and stay committed. But, I've realized that if I keep on with the pace that I'm gaining, that there would be no chance for me to run around with Jack this spring once he starts walking. And, I just won't accept that.

Saturday, December 09, 2006

Christmastime brings about a lot of questions in my mind... like, is there really a point to buying your kid any presents for Christmas? I mean really, at 8 months old will he even remember Christmas, let alone, any of the gifts he actually received from us? According to the students I teach, if I don't get him any presents, then I'm inevitably heartless, and a horrible mother. But the way I see it, that leaves me more money to spend on gifts for him in the future -- gifts he actually remember getting, and also may actually keep track of for more than 1 month. I guess if my parents would've had that mentality, our family would've never received any presents at all for Christmas. I remember distinctly that I would play with the toys I got for maybe a month, and then inevitably would lose them, or possibly ruin them -- to the point that they were dangerous for anyone to play with them (except, of course, the only real Cabbage Patch Doll I ever got). So, I guess for this Christmas, I'm going to be wrapping up a lot of boxes so that he can play in them, and with the wrapping paper, but past this point, I'm going to have to deal with what all parents who are consumers deal with in our country -- ungrateful children.