Archive for April, 2013
Tags: Cycling, Hill, Joan Crawford, Sports
Tags: Education, Facebook, High school, Middle school
It’s been many years since I uttered the phrase “popular crowd” on a daily basis. You know, I said things like, “she thinks she’s so popular.” “Why do all the popular kids…” “What does it take to become popular?!”
I’ve got to tell you something. In all the years since I left the halls of school I have yet to meet someone who said they were popular. Even when I read articles about authors they all say they weren’t in the popular crowd. (Okay, no offense my fellow writers, but if author, actor or director is your full time gig chances are you weren’t popular in high school. But that’s not my point.)
Where are all the popular kids now that we’ve been out of school more years than we want to admit? Was everyone running around thinking the other cliques were the popular ones? Or was there a group who got together on Friday nights and said, “we are the popular kids and we rule!”
A few years back my friends harassed me into joining Facebook. I finally agreed and kids from high school slid through the cracks in the wood asking to be my friend. Even one girl who never said one word to me in all the years of middle school and high school asked to be my friend. I was a little confused, but hey, no need to hold a grudge. She sent me a message saying, “I can’t believe how many people we went to high school with who never said a word to you now want to be friends on Facebook!” Am I missing something here? Did she think I was one of those people or did she mean she can’t believe anyone would still want to talk to me? Or didn’t she know she was considered one of the popular crowd and ignored those of us sailing in steerage.
Not long after the friend request from Miss Popularity, I got an invitaion via Facebook for an old classmate’s birthday party. I assumed she asked everyone she was friends with on the site. When I mentioned it to another friend she said she wasn’t invited. Confused again. Immediately I called my BFF from high school who still does me the honor of staying my friend and said, “Was I popular in high school and no one told me?!”
So I ask you, were you in the popular crowd? I hope so. I’m dying to meet you.
Tags: E-zines, Family, Home, House (TV series), Mother, Parent, Product Reviews, Smoke detector
My son told me this morning my arm smells like mom. What does that mean? Which I asked of course, and the response? “I don’t know.” Helpful. “Is that a good smell?” I give my arm a healthy sniff. “I don’t know. It just smells like mom.” Smells like Tide to me.
We associate smells with things and events. The smell of burning wood reminds me of my high school Friday night football games. Good smell. The smell of salmon reminds me of when I was pregnant and the smell of just about anything made me nauseaus. Which will the smell of mom be as my son grows into a man? I probably don’t want to know. I can only hope it will remind him of home, warmth, and laughter. Yeah, I know, that’s the writer in me coming out. I smell it a mile away.
Tags: Beverages, Cooking, Emergency department, ER (TV series), Home, Nursing, Orange juice, Pressure