The Chocolate Lady

Monday, July 30, 2007

Balboa Island and the Tale of the Whale

See, this blog thing is already coming in handy, because there is a little something that has come up that isnt really appropriate for Pooper's website . (which also brings up ANOTHER thing....Im not quite sure why I am now calling my family members by their nicknames, but I am, it seems very bloggerish, and so Im doing it, ,,, not that their real names arent already public info...but, whatever.)

On Saturday, we went to Balboa Island to celebrate Little One's birthday ( Pooper's site will have all the happy ramblings with photos in the morning.) I grew up nearby and have fond memories of riding my bike around, eating junk at the Fun Zone, and cruising on the ferry. I also have memories of attending events at the Tale of the Whale, which is a restaurant/banquet hall that is right on the water.....we had our swim banquet, our student government banquet, and Doug even had his School of Ministry banquet there. Yeah, seeing the Tale of the Whale had me reminiscing, but it also conjured up some more recent thoughts....Tale of the Whale, WHALE TAIL, get it??

Someone pointed out to me, recently, what a
"whale tail" really is.....

See, I cant yap about this on a kid's site!

Now, I thought the whole point of thongs was to avoid panty lines. But Im having a hard time believing that people would be self-conscious about a little rift in their pant fabric, but are perfectly fine flashing the whale tail.

The only explanation I can think of, is that at the time that thongs came into "fashion" (or whatever), high waisted pants were still in style (not that I would know anything about style, as Im still wearing high waisted pants, because the low rider style just accentuates and promotes my muffin top, whole other topic tho') So, maybe people got so used to wearing the thongs, and then the hipster pants came back, and people didnt realize that thongs+hipsters=whale tails.

Point being, it seems the whole purpose of the thongs is now null and void, so, we should probably get rid of them, and the low rider pants too. Yeah, let's just all go back to wearing our granny panties and high waisted pants, with our muffin tops getting a little extra support and nobody will need to worry about flashing whale tails.

Unless you live in Southern California and you dont have a muffin top anyways, because you are really fit, or had it suctioned out, or tucked, or whatever.....and you like being part of the ocean scenery.

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Sunday, July 29, 2007

And baby makes a bunch of other stuff

Recently, My Honey and I took the kids out to eat, at a real restaurant, the kind with menus and waitresses. We had cuddled into our booth and the kids were struggling with each other over the chips and guacamole, and as they pulled it back and forth across the table, their whining seemed to fade as THEY walked in. THEY being a young couple with their little Princess.

Oh boy, "first-time-parent-alert" I said. The strong daddy had her car seat in one hand, while he carried her sippy cup and blankey in the other. The mommy was not far behind, with her GIANT designer diaper bag and a puffy, floral, high chair cover. The sweet hostess was even part of the mix, as she was bringing along a second tote.

It was an extravagent set up, as mommy covered the dingy high chair with the soft, pink hibiscus quilt, and daddy started pulling things out of the bag; a table tray, plastic bowl and spoon, bib, some toys and a baggie of o-shaped snacks. They put little Princess in and belted her in securely. I sat mesmerized at the whole show, while my Little One stood in her high chair, shovelling fists of guacamole into her mouth.

My Honey noted, "One day they'll go out with just an extra diaper in their back pocket."

I've never gotten into the whole boutique-style-baby thing. It's a lot of work. I can barely remember to get my kids out of the car, let alone all their garb and gadgets. So, I have to chuckle as I come across the first time moms that go the extra mile regarding baby care and comfort.

Im sure one day my kids will be in therapy, with their damaged self-esteems, because I allowed them to eat food off the ground and risked their lives in metal grocery carts. It's not that I dont love them, or want the best for them, it's just that I cant do it all, I couldnt with one, and I definitely cant with three! (can you imagine what I'd have to bring to a restaurant for 3?? and they dont make quilted covers for the grocery carts with plastic cars on the fronts.)

We finished up dinner, and headed on home, full, happy, and with seat belts.