The sagging pants fashion trend is popular among America’s youth; however, older generations tend to despise the practice. Therefore, I have developed a plan to solve the sagging pants problem.
Instead of complaining about the fashion trend or making it illegal, the older generation should join the trend. That’s right, everyone in their 40’s, 50’s, and 60’s need to start sagging. If this happened sagging pants would go from rebellious and hip to utterly uncool. – Problem Solved
Today is Mother’s Day, so I thought it would be a good time for me to apologize to my mom.
Mom, I am sorry for:
- Hiding rubber snakes in the bed
- Putting that fuzzy worm on your shoulder
- Putting fish from the creek into our bathtub
- All those times you had to visit the principle, because I got in trouble at school
- Being extremely stubborn and ignoring everything you said
- Putting a plastic spider in your hair
- Hiding my brother in the shrunk
- All those speeding tickets I go as a teenager
- Being rebellious and obnoxious
It didn’t matter how much trouble I caused, how mischievous or reckless I behaved, you where always there. You never abandoned me or gave up on me. You are an awesome mom and I love you.
I am stubborn, with a rebellious streak, often ignore what people in authority tell me, not good at following directions, and I have a tendency to do things that seem ridiculous to others.
In high school, the principle called my mother so many times we used to say he had her number on speed dial. I had so many pink slips from school, I could have wallpapered my room with them (pink slips were issued to a student after they were paddled at school).
I have mellowed out a good bit now that I am an adult, but I still have those tendencies. Even now, I know I can get on my mother’s last nerve and she probably would like to throttle me at times.
When it looks like my mother is about to explode I tell her, “As they say in the South, I come by it honestly.”
This song expresses that sentiment perfectly.
Most days I will not eat breakfast until I have been awake for a few hours. I usually don’t feel hungry right away, so I am fine with waiting.
Today I had to get some routine blood work done and was required to fast before the procedure. The lab opens at 7:00, so I didn’t have to wait that long for breakfast.
For whatever reason, my body decided to rebel against this imposed fast. I woke up and my stomach was growling and I even felt hunger cramps. I was thinking to myself, “This is so ridiculous.” I am going to eat breakfast in one hour. There is no reason to feel like I am about to enter a famine state.
I was required to fast, so my body went into a complete rebellion.
This picture was taken in the late 70’s. I am the girl sitting on the ground and the girl standing next to me is my cousin, Kay.
We were supposed to be finger painting on the brown paper; however, that must of seemed a bit boring to us. We decided to be unconventional and finger paint ourselves. That was definitely a lot more fun.
Even as a young child, I liked to do things my own way.