Each Saturday night here at Smarty Pants, Ethbay will be holding tutorial classes for all those wishing to become fluent in Pig Latin. Class size is limited and is offered on a first come-first served basis, so Ignsay Puay Odaytay!
I just found this online on Marie Claire magazine's website.
Just thought that for the voluptuously curvy females who shall remain nameless, but have shared about their own disdain for their more than ample backsides... they would feel so much better after they take a look at this!
"It's the news women everywhere have been waiting to hear - bigger bottoms could be better for our health, new research suggests.
Scientists say that body fat under the skin - especially on the buttocks - could cut the risk of developing type 2 diabetes.
Experts believe that 'subcutaneous' fat could produce hormones known as adipokines, which boost metabolism. After tests on mice, where the subcutaneous fat was moved to the abdominal area, there was a decrease in body weight, fat mass and blood sugar levels. "
So, Katdish, join hands with me, and other self-proclaimed fat bottom heavy girls out there out there as we loudly proclaim our anthem!
*The "anthem" has been deleted and replaced with a new song after a commenter gave me the disturbing lyrics. Sorry and Thank you Michelle.
SO here is another, less disturbing song to embrace. Unless someone has an even less disturbing song to include about woman with large rears.
**Note** This is going to be a rant, due to some text messages my daughter received in the middle of the night about a 'friend' who was at a party that was busted and the parent of a friend came and bailed her out. Yes, I saw the texts, and yes, I know the kids and parents very well who were involved the situation. I am deeply disappointed not just in the kids but in the parents who seem to think this isn't a serious problem and are enabling these kids. I will not use names, so don't ask. But I hope this will be a wake up call for just such parents.
I have an issue with parents who don't parent their kids, but instead want to either live vicariously through them or be a friend. If you do that, you are NOT doing your kid any favors. I will be the first to tell you that I have made many mistakes with my kids and am a less than perfect parent, who at times doesn't come down as hard as I probably should. I know my kids have not been perfect in the past and still aren't. If I knew that my kid was doing drugs or going to partys, I would take away every right they have, except the right to breathe and they know this. Seriously. I tell them 'I may not know at the moment, but I will find out', and that has been the case more times than not. And my kids will tell you that.
I have a big problem with kids doing drugs and alcohol and this is a serious issue that is running rampant amongst our youth. Parents need to quit pretending like their kid doesn't do it, and if they know their kid does they need to quit acting like it's no big deal and start doling out some serious consequences.
As I mentioned, in the middle of the night my daughter received some texts from a girl who is definitely on the wrong path and headed for trouble. I have spent a lot of time with this girl and she is making some very poor choices and hanging out with the wrong people. I have been very upfront with her about this, but my words mean nothing if the authority figures (read: parents and parents of her friends) in her life condone her behavior. These 'authority figures' should be scared out of their minds instead of laughing it off that this kid is doing drugs and hanging out at partys, drinking. What is wrong with parents like this?
The gist of the messages were that 'she' had been at a party that was busted and her friends mom drove 15 miles out of town to bail her out. She wanted my daughter to come pick her up so she could go get her car because it was parked on the street and she didn't want to get a ticket. My first question is why is this parent 'bailing' any kid out? Secondly, why is this parent NOT in touch with the girls parents and getting them involved? (I may not have all of the facts because I only know what I saw in the texts, but from what I read, her parents were not 'in the know'.)
Parents, you need to wake up and know what your kids are doing. You need to get involved and pound into your kids the dangers of drugs and alcohol. You need to quit being their friend and start parenting. You need to fear for your kids life and do whatever it takes to make sure they are safe. You need to pull your head out of the sand and realize that at any moment you may have to identify their body in the morgue because drugs or alcohol were the factor that ended their life. If you think this is overly dramatic, whatever. I know a lot of these kids and this rant stems from my concern for them. You should start being concerned as well.
I am not sure that this is going to be witty, funny, and sarcastic enough for my posse, so you better read quickly, since I give them complete leave to delete it for it's lack of punch. Quicker now! Haven't you ever heard of speed reading? Email me and I'll have my husband send you the link. Hey, it's not my fault, I am typing this just as fast as I can! I bet I am typing faster than you are reading! UH HUH! Okay, friends, I have a question. Does anyone else out there find it easier to be themself in cyber space than on planet earth? Because I do. I reread my blog post and comments and say to myself "dang, that's me!" and am always surprised. See, believe it or not, on planet earth, I find it hard to open up to people. I have had friends who knew me for years say to me, "Helen you and I never laughed like this before, and in the last few months, we do every time we say hi! What happened?" I also have had old friends say to me "Helen, what happened, you used to be so sweet?". Even the people I teach CCD (Sunday school) with, whom I have gone to Church with for a few years point blank tell me I used to be aloof, and now I am joking around like an entirely different person. How did that happen? Well, I can't speak for other bloggers, but I think my comfort in cyber space started because I began like I was talking to myself. I figured I know me, so it would be okay. (I also did not put my last name out there for a while, and still guard it almost as carefully as Nick the Geek does his, except you can find mine easier. Email buddies, you have it right there in my email address. Yep. Didn't I disguise it cleverly? Plus, I can google myself and get my blog, so I could use a few lessons from Nick the Geek if he cares to stop over....) I did get tired of talking to myself, and eventually started babbling. When did I get my first commenter so that I was no longer talking to myself? Let's see....in May a woman (I think) commented about my chain letter post (I was supposed to die if I didn't send it in seven days, and since I have no desire to curse others so I can live, I was preparing my blog for my demise. BTW I did not die. Just so you know). I gave her a shout out, and she never came back. Thankfully, Katdish commented the next day, and the rest will be written in The History of Bloggerdom Volume I. Since then, I have found myself responding candidly to issues that I would second guess talking about at a party with family members. Weird, huh? I think blogging has helped me grow in that I realize if I could honestly answer the question "Are People Inherently Prejudice" (I am going to make you work for it by searching prejudice on Katdish's and my blogs. Good things don't come easy....) and people in cyber space would still know and love me, I don't have to hide my thoughts from my aunt and cousins (Bob and mom know everything I think and feel....sometimes I tend to mutter). These "people in cyber space" have since become friends that I have grown t know and love quickly. Sherri writes a lot about becoming transparent. I suppose that I have not been so on planet earth because I was afraid that people wouldn't like me. I didn't realize except by getting to know them that becoming transparent, or at least more so, gives people an opportunity to like me, too. Amazing!
The Sally Field version would not embed for me, so it was either this, or M.W. Smith's "Friends Are Friends Forever". Much as I personally like that song, your welcome.
That you don't necessarily need an advanced degree or any customer service experience to work for the Snuggie Company.
That a warm bed, a hot meal and a roof over your head is better than living on the streets, even if all those luxuries happen to be at the county jail.
That I really wished when I started reading the bible, someone had taped together all the pages except for Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. I think I would have understood Jesus much better if I had concentrated on his life and ministry before I moved on to the rest of the bible.
That I can read the gospel of Mark in one day, but John is going to take a bit longer.
That, if there was ever any doubt in my mind before, I am completely convinced that not only is Jesus the Savoir of the world and our only true hope, he was also the coolest dude that ever walked the face of the earth - period.
That one, never-ending email can often be more amusing than reading a dozen or so blogs.
That my blog seems to attract musicians, even though I don't play an instrument.
That prayer is a very powerful thing indeed.
That Steph was not, in fact, ever a stripper.
That the creative mind can come up with some pretty impressive diversions when faced with finishing the laundry:
(This package won't take nearly as long to arrive as the Snuggies!)
This video kind of sums up what we blogger buddies mean to each other. Where one is, the others follow and lemme tell ya, we've got each others backs. We are sarcastic, witty, funny, sensitive, creative, caring and we've even got a few alter-egos in the mix. There is one of us that even claims ties to the mob (now, I'm not going to dispute this because if it turns out to be true, well, let's say I like my knees just how they are thank you very much). We come from different backgrounds - we've got Catholic, Baptist, Non-Denom, a little bit Pentecostal and each of us has our own story to tell. With us, it's just a mixed bag.
There's no telling what you're going to find on any given day when you land here - but I'm sure it will be all that is fabulous, funny and maybe even some words of wisdom to boot.
So, happy TGIF, don't over-indulge on Super Bowl Sunday and then drive (because that's stupid) and all that happy jazz.
I created this blog so that we can all post stuff on it. I'm not sure how it works yet, but I at least figured out how to invite ya'll to be contributors. Kewl
