And now after explaining all of that in such detail, I realize just how extreamly ghetto my little set up is. But it's comfortable. Lol, and practicality/functionality > feung swei or however you spell that crap.
I also realize I have not posted in weeks. Well, you know WHAT?! Sorry. Lol. It really has just been writer's block and a bad case of being way to tired and busy and lazy. If all those things together make sense... <_<;
In my last entry, I talked about my car. I ended up getting a different, but much loved van. It's a 2004 Kia Sedona. I love it. To death. I've had to get it fixed twice now because of the check engine light coming on all the time, but for some reason, it doesn't bother me like it would've in my shitty Saturn. Or my..."Shiturn" if you will. Haha...ahem. "Shaturn"? Whatever.
It's big, but not by minivan standards. Good Lord, I looked at a 2010 Odyssey, who on EARTH would need a car like that? it's not a Van, it's a friggin' bus. A BUS, PEOPLE. I could charge all the bikers in my neighbore hood a buck seventy five each way and make some money with a car that big.
I'm a small person, it was daunting.
I have graced my new possession with an awesome name "The Stallion", and have also decorated The Stallion's backside with many a precious sticker. Well, okay. 3 so far. But 3 and COUNTING!
There are a few random topics I'd like to get to in this entry. I was just thinking and musing (which apparently are the same thing) the other day while I drove The Stallion.
I had been told by a stranger at the store I was just at that my 2 2/3 month old son looks exactly like me. Exactly like me? I pondered. Weird. Because everyone up until that point had said he either A: Looks like his Uncle (my little brother) or B: Looks like Dave (my oriental boyfriend and baby daddy). and in my own opinion, my child looks NOTHING like me. He has my facial xpressions, with all the stupid ways he contorts his eyebrows and lips, but his actual features are nothing like mine. My daughter looks like me, in fact, she looks EXACTLY like me when I was her age. But she has most definently Dave's facial expressions and spazzy attitude. And she does look very mixed, (white and viet) where as Vinh (my son) looks more on the white side, but then his eyes are very almond shaped. Chinky.Yeah, that's right, I used the word chinky. I'm practically married to an asian, so sue me.
(no seriously, don't sue me. I'm poor as heeeeeeyll)
But anyway. You know how we comppliment anyone on anything we can think of at the time, just to try to be nice? You dont want to say nothing, because thats just awkward, but you don't want to make an actual opinion about something to someone you're just talking lightly too and hardly know, because what if that opinion is offensive?
Like asking a woman when her baby is due and then finding out that she's just horribly and oddly shaped.
I think, automatically, people tell me my children look like me because A: I am the mom. And B: I usually am the one with them in public, not their father. No one, hardly ever tells the Dad that the baby looks like him. You know why? Because Mom sat there for 10 freaking months, bloated to the size of a hot air balloon, and then squeezed something the equivalent to a watermellon out of her doughnut hole. To say that all that hard work and effort and motherly tenderness they have to display to this spawn, didn't pay off and they look like their dad, whether or not he's a handsome son of a bitch, seems unfair and just not doable. Maybe she finds it offensive. "How dare you say my daughter looks like a MAN." You have to take into consideration whether or not the parent at hand is ugly. If the mom is a fugly troll, then it's safe to say feelings will be hurt because of low self esteem, not just gratification for going through such drastic bodily changes.
But at the same time, you will say it. "Wow, you're baby looks just like you!" Why? Because you don't have the other parent to compare, and it's fair to say that if Mom is a sensetive type, you will get spat on. or cursed out. You will lie. Simply to please a total stranger and to keep your awkward conmversation from getting more awkward. Kind of like complimenting your grandmother on her Bill Cosby sweater. Normally this false praise is a reaction towards someone else's compliment. "I love your haircut. I had mine like that once." You don't want to be a cocky son of a bitch and just say "Really? Thanks." you want to say somethign nice back, naturally. You look for an opening... "Your baby looks just like you."
Here's the bad part. I find this false praise offensive more than someone telling me that my kids don't look like me. Don't tell me my kids look like me. What if I personally think my kid looks kinda derpy? I know it's BS. Know why? They're half Vietnamese. I would never say anything against them though, after all, it's better than someone saying "Wow, you're baby is uuuugly! He looks just like you!" They are just trying to make light conversation by stating poorly assessed observations.
At times like that, I always think to myself about how hilarious it would be to give this person such a hard time.
"What do you mean he looks like me? He's a boy."
"What do you mean he looks like me? This kid is ugly as hell!"
"What do you mean he looks like me? He's half asian. Are you saying I look ASIAN!?"
"What do you mean he looks like me? He's adopted, dumbass."
haha. Insanity would follow! All hell would break loose! That pimply faced, crackling voiced teenager who was just trying to be lazy in conversation only trying to make my day more bright wouldn't know what to do with himself! I would give him crazy, angry acusing looks as he stumbled over his words to come up with an excuse or an indirect form of apology for his misjudgement.
That whole story and thought process I just finished typing out seems WAY longer put on "paper", so to speak, as it did in my head. And it's already 4 am!!
Time for bed. Seeing on how I'm a stay at home mom now (which does anything except allows me to stay at home) I have responsibilties to attend to tomorrow. Er.. later today. Later this morning, to be precise.
I'll start posting more often again, don't worry. And remember, think very carefully before you comment on someone's derpy baby looking like them.
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