Ok, two things,
1) My life is not all events and social gatherings, in fact being around people all week, I kind of like my weekend mornings to myself, unless I wake up next to her and then that just kind of writes itself. But back on track, I choose to spend them at Panera, eating a scone, having a bagel, and drinking about 5 or 6 really large cups of coffee, and pilfering there free Wi-Fi setup. Thus I can watch the early morning crowd of runner, cyclists, and churchgoers(dpending on which weekend day it is) in relative comfort. However on today's momentous occasion, I saw a family sit down near me and begin to tear into their bagels and breakfast sandwhiches and what not. Whereas this usually does not illicit any type of comment from me, there was a practice that I watched the mother do for her son, which usual doesn't bother me. She was spreading cream cheese upon his bagel. There is nothing wrong with a parent doing this for their child, I akin it to cutting up something into chewable pieces. However this "child" I want to say is possibly 12-14 years old and weighs more than myself. I want everyone to understand I am not poking fun at the child, however I am questioning the parenting practices of the mother. I am not a parent, therefore my opinions more than likely will not carry any signifigant weight with any parents out there, but watching this woman spread cream chees for her pre teen child who out weighed me by at least 50 pounds begs me to ask soo many parenting specific questions, I would need a roll's worth of toilet paper to get them on. One other observation I made that whilst she was preparing the bagel for her offsprings consumption, he was busy stuffing his face with a Panera size Brownie. A brownie that we all know could be shared by any two individuals, but as it is being a brownie, we all know we wouldn't want to share. Now that I think about it though, the manner in which the child engaged the brownie was of note. When he bit into it, he managed to get frosting and other bits of brownie morsel on his cheeks, not on his lips, but on his cheek at least on and one half inches from the lip/digestive track entry area, give or take one half inches. This leads me to surmise that either this child is not very mannerful in the way that he consumes his meals or that he is not in fact a pre teen but rather much younger. Thus his weight issues clouding my age observatory skills. He was a big kid folks, I just gotta say, and I felt bad for him because I think half the kids problem is not a pituatary condition or asthma or anything else accept unnecessary mothering. I dunno, I just dunno.........
2) I just want to say I think my Microwave is possessed. It comes on at all hours of the day like it is trying to cook something. If anyone knows the numbers to an old priest and a young priest I would really appreciate them as it is rather unsettling every time I witness the thing turning on by itself. I feel like I am in a horror film, and not the American kind with the psychopathic mad man wielding a machete, but the japanese kind where whatever is going on is way meaner and scarier than Jason or Michael Myers.
1) My life is not all events and social gatherings, in fact being around people all week, I kind of like my weekend mornings to myself, unless I wake up next to her and then that just kind of writes itself. But back on track, I choose to spend them at Panera, eating a scone, having a bagel, and drinking about 5 or 6 really large cups of coffee, and pilfering there free Wi-Fi setup. Thus I can watch the early morning crowd of runner, cyclists, and churchgoers(dpending on which weekend day it is) in relative comfort. However on today's momentous occasion, I saw a family sit down near me and begin to tear into their bagels and breakfast sandwhiches and what not. Whereas this usually does not illicit any type of comment from me, there was a practice that I watched the mother do for her son, which usual doesn't bother me. She was spreading cream cheese upon his bagel. There is nothing wrong with a parent doing this for their child, I akin it to cutting up something into chewable pieces. However this "child" I want to say is possibly 12-14 years old and weighs more than myself. I want everyone to understand I am not poking fun at the child, however I am questioning the parenting practices of the mother. I am not a parent, therefore my opinions more than likely will not carry any signifigant weight with any parents out there, but watching this woman spread cream chees for her pre teen child who out weighed me by at least 50 pounds begs me to ask soo many parenting specific questions, I would need a roll's worth of toilet paper to get them on. One other observation I made that whilst she was preparing the bagel for her offsprings consumption, he was busy stuffing his face with a Panera size Brownie. A brownie that we all know could be shared by any two individuals, but as it is being a brownie, we all know we wouldn't want to share. Now that I think about it though, the manner in which the child engaged the brownie was of note. When he bit into it, he managed to get frosting and other bits of brownie morsel on his cheeks, not on his lips, but on his cheek at least on and one half inches from the lip/digestive track entry area, give or take one half inches. This leads me to surmise that either this child is not very mannerful in the way that he consumes his meals or that he is not in fact a pre teen but rather much younger. Thus his weight issues clouding my age observatory skills. He was a big kid folks, I just gotta say, and I felt bad for him because I think half the kids problem is not a pituatary condition or asthma or anything else accept unnecessary mothering. I dunno, I just dunno.........
2) I just want to say I think my Microwave is possessed. It comes on at all hours of the day like it is trying to cook something. If anyone knows the numbers to an old priest and a young priest I would really appreciate them as it is rather unsettling every time I witness the thing turning on by itself. I feel like I am in a horror film, and not the American kind with the psychopathic mad man wielding a machete, but the japanese kind where whatever is going on is way meaner and scarier than Jason or Michael Myers.