All of us have seen someone walking down the street in completely repulsive clothing and secretly gone "oh heckkk no!" in our head. But nobody truly has the guts to say it; until now.
First off, it's in your best interest to know that plastic shoes with hundreds of holes in them don't look like an inventive pair of sandals, they look like an indecisive shoe going through a mid-life crisis that can't choose between clogs and rubber rain boots. Give those things you call 'Crocs' back to your dog---he misses his chew toy.
Another thing that truly drives us bonkers is that forest of facial fungus that exists on your upper lip. We all know that you have this crazy idea that being a teenager with a mustache will show off your manliness, but in reality, they’re repulsive. Any chance you had of impressing a girl vanished when she saw the jungle on your mouth. So for heaven’s sake, shave the ferret off your face and get back to reality. You're a teenager---not a member of ZZ top.
While we're being honest here, we feel it is important to bring up a controversial fashion subject; the romper. Ladies, we're not three years old any more, it’s time to get rid of the one-sies. Also, if all Miller students bought some ankle socks and pants that exceed the top of your shoes, the world would be a much better place. Just throwing it out there.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Laugh Lines
According to the radio, tv and print ads bombarding me daily, I'm supposed to use expensive anti-aging creams to get rid of 'crows feet' and 'signs of old age' near my eyes. Really? Because every time I see them I thank God. I'm thankful that a) I've lived long enough to have them, and b) I've been blessed with hysterically funny family and friends for 44 years. How lucky am I?
Those laugh lines are from years of just looking at my sister, catching her eye, and bursting out loud. Those lines are gifts from Cath, Em, Carrie, ShariLou, Nancy Beth, Kristen, Tim, Phil, Steve, Dave and, of course, Wal. Those laugh lines are college memories, a power outage with Lisa, late nights with great housemates, and road trips. These lines of joy continued to grow after moves from NY to CA, and increased as I was blessed with new friends in Jane, Michelle, Jayne, Jules, Snad, Nicole, Dirk, Freda, and so many others.
Some of these lines are direct results of funny and creative neighbors, including Woolfs, Laus, and Stauffachers.
And all of these lines were started by my family - Rheins, Douglases, Hurwitzes and Eddins, who continue to make me laugh until I snort. Maybe some day I'll laugh like my mom does when she's overjoyed - a wide smile and no sound (only the angels can hear it). But then my kids will do their best to imitate Nana and reduce Wen and I to tears again.
So no, I won't be buying any anti-aging lotion to reduce fine lines and wrinkles. While there are days I admit to wanting an all weather turtleneck to hide my chocolate chins, I don't think I have 'crows feet.' What I see reflected in the mirror is a lifetime of friends and family, giggling, guffawing, and snorting with love. Thank God.
Those laugh lines are from years of just looking at my sister, catching her eye, and bursting out loud. Those lines are gifts from Cath, Em, Carrie, ShariLou, Nancy Beth, Kristen, Tim, Phil, Steve, Dave and, of course, Wal. Those laugh lines are college memories, a power outage with Lisa, late nights with great housemates, and road trips. These lines of joy continued to grow after moves from NY to CA, and increased as I was blessed with new friends in Jane, Michelle, Jayne, Jules, Snad, Nicole, Dirk, Freda, and so many others.
Some of these lines are direct results of funny and creative neighbors, including Woolfs, Laus, and Stauffachers.
And all of these lines were started by my family - Rheins, Douglases, Hurwitzes and Eddins, who continue to make me laugh until I snort. Maybe some day I'll laugh like my mom does when she's overjoyed - a wide smile and no sound (only the angels can hear it). But then my kids will do their best to imitate Nana and reduce Wen and I to tears again.
So no, I won't be buying any anti-aging lotion to reduce fine lines and wrinkles. While there are days I admit to wanting an all weather turtleneck to hide my chocolate chins, I don't think I have 'crows feet.' What I see reflected in the mirror is a lifetime of friends and family, giggling, guffawing, and snorting with love. Thank God.
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