This site is dedicated to women - because although the lighter, brighter, and positive things of life are but one part of our lives, they remain, nonetheless, an important part.

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Wednesday, November 4, 2009

What Young Women Need to Know About Beauty Tips

What Young Women Need to Know About Beauty Tips

Friday, October 16, 2009

A Woman's Right to Gender Equality

http://www.helium.com/items/1355466-womens-equality-equality-for-women-womens-rights-equal-rights-for-women

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Naming A Daughter

One gift I give will be your name.

A classic name endures,

and brings to mind stability.

So I will choose a classic name.


Self-respect and dignity -

two gifts I hope you'll get from me -

are messages your name should send.

So I must choose a lovely name.


Power, strength, and solid sense;

but also grace and elegance,

a name that you will not outgrow.

So I must choose a perfect name.


With how I hope you'll see yourself,

with all the things I hope for you,

and all the things a name should mean,

there's just one name for you,

Katherine Christine.

Thursday, April 30, 2009

A Mother's Simple Advice

A Mother's Simple Advice

What do you see when you look up at the stars?

What do you see when you look up at the stars?

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Turbo Jam - It's All Good As Far I'm Concerned

Turbo Jam: Fun Fitness Program for the Otherwise "Non-Gym Inclined"
A positive review of the DVD fitness program, Turbo Jam, sold by Beachbody.com
http://www.associatedcontent.comarticle/1525269/turbo_jam_fun_fitness_program_for_the.html

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Do you agree that domestic science should be brought back in to school( eg;teaching kids about how to do their own...

Do you agree that domestic science should be brought back in to school( eg;teaching kids about how to do their own...

Friday, March 13, 2009

Why do girls go to the bathroom in pairs or groups?

Why do girls go to the bathroom in pairs or groups?

Choosing Formal Dresses - Tips and Advice

Choosing Formal Dresses - Tips and Advice

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Top Ten Sweets - According to Me


As someone who doesn't particularly have a "sweet tooth", I consider myself fairly fussy when it comes to rating sweets. When my children were little we came to describe candies, desserts, and cookies as "sweeties"; although with my demanding standards for sugar-y goodies, I think only the following deserve the affectionate title of "sweeties":

1. French pastries with crystallized sugar "diamonds" on top and fruit inside

These light, puffy, pastries know just how to wear those sugar "diamonds", and the hint of fruit filling seems to give each a personality of its own. While other sweet delights may seem decadent, these sweeties somehow manage to seem absolutely angelic.

2. Chocolate Mousse

This light, puffy, fluffy, dish of chocolate delight is evil, but caring about calories is close to impossible with this dessert. The only negative aspect to chocolate mousse is that is usually comes in a dish that is far too tiny for my taste. As people "ooh", "aah" and "yum", there's often someone who says how rich chocolate mousse is and how "you don't need too much of it". I disagree. One can never have enough of it.

3. Bavarian Cream

Bavarian cream in a pastry, cake, or doughnut may rival chocolate mousse in it's decadence, but everyone should have at least one Barvarian cream "something" every couple of years. It isn't necessary to look for a particularly fancy bakery to find that perfect Bavarian cream delight. Your local Dunkin Donuts as a Bavarian cream doughnut just waiting for you to finally give in and ask for that special something to go along with your coffee.

4. Cream Puffs

It has been about ten years since I've had a cream puff, but don't let that fool you into believing I haven't been thinking about one (occasionally at least) since then. While there's no need to find a fancy bakery in order to find some good Bavarian cream, the only place to find a good cream puff is a fancy and excellent bakery. I think I'm going to plan to get a good cream puff in 2009. It's time.

5. High-quality Chocolate Truffles

These are the chocolate mousse of candies - only with a hard shell. Dark chocolate is good. Light chocolate is also good. Both dark and light chocolate is the best. It's only natural that the person who loves chocolate mousse would love this candy version of it. There's nothing like a high-quality chocolate with a surprise inside. If you've heard that eating too many of these amazing goodies will make you sick, don't believe it. Trust me. I know. All they do is make you feel great and happy, happy, happy.

6. Cheesecake With or Without Topping

This rich and classic dessert is never difficult to find and is always good, even when it's not of the highest quality. In fact, higher quality cheesecake is often too "cream-cheesy", while more run-of-the-mill versions is always, in my opinion, just right. Strawberries as topping happen to my favorite, although some folks apparently find chocolate a nice addition.

7. Anything Butterscotch

Butterscotch is one of my favorite flavors; and butterscotch pudding knows how to spread that flavor out beyond just the surface of a tiny, hard, candy. With the addition of milk, it's a milder, softer, butterscotch that's less sugar than it is creamy and butterscotch-y.

Butterscotch ice cream wins First Prize in my eyes, particularly if it has butterscotch candy bits through it.

Butterscotch bars follow butterscotch ice cream, and butterscotch candies follow the bars - although I don't want to work that hard to get my butterscotch. That's why pudding is best.

8. Custard

Custard in pies, custard in a little dish. Custard with or without nutmeg. All custard is good custard, unless it's watery (in which case, I would want to trade it in for butterscotch pudding).

9. Hot Fudge Sundaes.

This may not be the most imaginative sweetie in the world, but this classic mix of hot, chocolate, syrup; cold vanilla ice cream, whipped cream, nuts, and (of course) a cherry is yet another treat that should be indulged in at least every few years. (I think I may plan to get that cream puff in April and then a hot fudge sundae in July of next year. Yes, that's my plan. 2010 should not arrive without my having those two treats before it does.)

10. Brownies from a Mix

There are brownies from bakeries, and pre-wrapped brownies sold in convenience stores and elsewhere; but there's nothing like brownies from a mix. The brand of mix doesn't matter. They're all good. The only reason I don't have brownies from a mix more often (at all, to be honest) is that they make your arm tired when mix them. If they stirred up like cake mix does I'd be more tempted to pick up a mix with my groceries, but they're just a little too much effort for my taste. This is just as well, of course, because if I weren't too lazy to mix up that stiff brownie batter I'd have brownies from a mix all the time (and probably eat most of them myself). They say God works in mysterious ways. I think He made brownie mix stiff and hard to stir to keep me from turning brownies into my "daily bread".

Oh - I don't happen to be Catholic, but if I were I think I should go to confession after spending so much time thinking about all these sweeties. Before I began listing the top ten sweeties I don't think I was aware that I am capable of so many sinful thoughts in such a short time.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Understanding How Women Think


An online writing site offered the following title to writers: "Understanding the Female Mind". I, personally, am not a big fan of calling girls and women "females", but I'll overlook that for now. It always amazes me that some people seem to believe there is something complicated or spooky about the "female mind". It has always seemed to me that my mind works pretty much the way a computer works, and I thought that way long before PC's became part of most people's households. Operating on logic and reason, I've never seen any confusing or spooky about how I think; but I've always been quite aware that there are plenty of people who don't seem to understand my thinking. So, objectionable title or not, I wrote the following article:

As the proud of owner of a female mind, I've discovered that understanding a woman's thinking is far less of a challenge for people who don't have preconceived (and incorrect) ideas about how women are "supposed to" think.

Women, like men, are not "one big club" of individuals who "all think alike". Whenever I've read any books that try to offer information on different ways of thinking between men and women, I've found my own approaches to thinking listed under the men's column. Upon considering what such books claim to know and thinking about some of the men in my life, I've also discovered that many of the men I know think in ways some books attribute to women. As the mother of two sons and one daughter, I've also noticed that neither of my sons fits completely into the kind of thinking often attributed to men nor does my daughter's thinking match that attributed to girls/women. Of course, my little circle of family and friends does not a scientific study make, but these are people whose thinking I know well enough to know that the books about how men and women think are simply not always (and in some cases, if ever) correct.

It is not for me to attempt to (or even want to) refute science that has shown differences in male and female brains. Most of us have observed that once children are past their earliest years and before they reach maturity there are clearly many differences in how they think. I did not happen to see any differences in my children when they were babies and toddlers. Differences appeared gradually, once they got past their toddler years. In the case of many of those differences, however, it was often a matter of preferences rather than the thinking process, itself. Even the seemingly obvious differences that divide the genders at adolescence and in the teen years when hormones so often "rule the day" may be related to behavior and decisions but not necessarily thinking style.

From what I've observed about men and women, those who are emotionally balanced and reach maturity often think far more similarly than so many of those books would have us believe. What, then, makes so many studies lead to the conclusion that, in general, there are distinct differences in the thinking between men and women? Sure, brains of each gender may process some things differently, but does that always have to mean that similar thinking cannot be reached through different processes? I don't believe it always does have to mean that, simply because I know too many men and women who think alike in so many ways.

So, what accounts for differences that appear when gender studies are performed, and why do so many people seem to believe that women's minds are different from men's? With regard to the question about studies, I believe part of the explanation is that studies are performed on people who have already been nurtured (or not nurtured) in one direction or another. Studies deal in people who already exist - not in people's potential. I believe that studies more reflect a very high percentage of less-than-ideal nurturing of all types of thinking than they do innate gender differences in potential to reach a universal "style" of thinking. That's not saying that a good portion of people don't receive excellent nurturing. It is just saying there is the chance they don't receive perfectly balanced nurturing. Depending on the child, birth order, parents, and family circumstances; children can be impacted more by one parent than the other and often admire the thinking of one parent more than the other. At least some of approach to thinking is modeled after one or both parents. The point here is, again, not to refute that there are differences between men's and women's brains; but that there is at least the chance that the impact of those differences may be exaggerated by some people (even scientists).

Why is it, then, that so many husbands, kids (especially teens), and even some other women have such difficulty understanding the thinking of women? Why does the guy who throws his dirty socks around and wants to eat in the living room think his wife's preference for clean, tidy, home home is unreasonable? Why do some kids respect their somewhat emotionally distant father more than they may respect their kinder, gentler, mother? Who do people give their elderly aunt or grandmother a foot bath for her birthday, rather than an Mp3 player? Why are women more often the spenders of the house, while men are more often the "cheap skates"? Why do so many women appear not to "stand up for themselves" to rude people? Why do women tend to cry more often? Why do women so often save (forever) every picture their children have drawn?

As that proud owner of a female mind, I can only speak for myself (although I have enough women friends to know that I'm not alone, even if I can't speak for all women). As a woman (and as one who has, I think, a healthy self-esteem), I tend to believe that women are more "others centered", probably because they are the gender that has, and usually raises, the children. Women are often "Big Picture" thinkers, but they also need to focus on the vast array of details involved with the "building" of little humans and families. They need to be concerned with the mental, emotional, and physical well being and development of children, but they also need to be concerned with having those children fit into society, be linked to history, and have a future.

In the mini-society of the home, women must try to be teachers, doctors, psychologists, social workers, clergy, housekeepers, politicians, leaders, and historians. In their wish to offer their family a peaceful home, and with sometimes better developed ability to control anger or manage their own exhaustion, women often believe, for example, that table tops should be left clear "for anyone who needs to use them". Men often view table tops as "mine to use as I want without having to worry about moving my stuff". Whether nurtured as peace keepers or lacking in testosterone, women who are angry often believe it is more important, healthier, and more respectable to control anger than to express it. When it comes to "not standing up for themselves", women often have a good perspective on what is truly important in life; and so may overlook other people's behavior or at least choose to "let it go" in the interest of not fanning a hostile situation. Hostile situations are never healthy for children, and women's maternal instinct is often strong enough to make them muster up the determination to do what is "right" rather than what they'd like to do.

Tuned in the emotional needs of children and to the fact that a wholesome and happy home environment contributes to children's emotional development, women are more often likely to view purchases for the children or the home as "important" and "necessary", while men often believe that man can live by bread (and heat, electricity, and a roof over head) alone. Some men are particularly tuned in to "territory", while many women are more tuned in to the mini-society of the family.

Today's women and men were yesterday's girls and boys. Although girls and boys are often different now than they used to be, a good number of yesterday's boys were rough-and-tumble, macho, kids. The phenomenon of today's "Mean Girls" aside, yesterday's girls were often gentler and more tuned in to other people's needs. Women often remember how important is was to have a new dress for the prom. Yesterday's girls often remember, too, how rough adults could be on their brothers or classmates. As a result, women can often be more tuned in to those not-so-obvious emotional needs of kids. Women who want to take good care of themselves in order to remain attractive wives and good role models for their children can be viewed as "selfish" if they spend on themselves. Women who won't (or can't) spend on themselves are often viewed as having "let themselves go" and "not caring".

Women are often very concerned with the security and future of their family. That can relate to emotional security, the security of being a capable adult who manage a life well, financial security, or the security of having a family legacy. This "security awareness" can explain why women save their mother's 1970's salad bowl set and all the drawings their children created. Images of great-grandchildren finding a couple of trunks in the attic can make women write poems for their children, save favors from weddings, and even preserve dead flowers from proms.

"Security awareness" can be the reason women spend on BOTH the prom dress AND that extra life insurance. It can also be the thing that makes a wife tell her husband to go ahead and buy that car he wants (because women often believe that a happier Dad is a healthier Dad; and they not only want their children to have their father as long possible, but they care, too, about his emotional wellbeing and health).

Just because women are often others-centered, that doesn't mean that they do not have their own healthy self-esteem or dreams for themselves. Being others-centered, women are more likely to put aside those dreams. Caring about not making other people (especially children) feel bad, women often hide those dreams or pretend they don't matter much. Being others-centered, and loving their children as normal mothers do, most women don't hold a shred of resentment about things they've sacrificed for their families, and most will say they have absolutely no regrets. This mixture of feelings towards their dreams, however, is something that women often must process themselves because husbands, children, and even other women don't always understand them.

Single, married, mothers, grandmothers, or none of the above - women are humans. They like music not matter how old they are. They enjoy their work (or not). They enjoy their hobbies and interests. Most want enough money to live comfortably. Sometimes people can forget that women are people - not just mothers, wives, or daughters. All people are different, and all women are different.

I tend to think that solid, steady, thinking of so many women has more to do with their lack of raging hormones (testosterone, to name on in particular) than with the presence of them. PMS and pregnancy have never, for me, brought any particularly dramatic thinking or mood changes (although I did once have a rug I hated and would notice that I both complained about it more and thought about the urgency of getting a new one more at a certain time of the month).

The crying thing: Women may appear to cry more than men do because women's feelings for their children can be overwhelming to them. Women may have more reasons than men to have "sentimental crying", and girls generally grow up enjoying a good sentimental cry, as well as feeling free to cry for sentimental reasons. Women often cry after they have been extremely angry, and I assume that has to do with not really having the testosterone to support aggression or hostile confrontations and feelings. These two types of crying probably contribute to the observation that women seem to cry more than men.

I would assert that women are not always as "good" at "processing" rapid rises and drops in anger as men are. I would also assert that women have more reasons and feel freer to have sentimental cries. Some sentimental crying is also probably related to many women's being very tuned in to people and emotions. On the other hand, with regard to crying in sadness, I can only speak for myself when I say that I do not cry at funerals and generally do not cry when I'm sad. I do, however, schedule the occasional "good cry" for myself when I'm alone and not at risk of being seen or heard. Many women, like me I suspect, would say they actually identify more with Star Trek's "Vulcans" than with the more emotionally-driven humans of that series.

Most of the time, when someone doesn't understand the "female brain" it is because the woman in question has done something he sees as either "uncharacteristic" or "strange". "Uncharacteristic" can seem to be the issue when a gentle, feminine, woman acts stronger or "less feminine" than someone would expect. It can also seem uncharacteristic when a woman who has remained patient and controlled her emotions for a long time is suddenly no longer able to do that and exhibits a demonstration of emotion that is, in fact, uncharacteristic for her. "Strange" can show up when, say, a middle-aged mother who chose not to date when her kids were young suddenly shows up with a boyfriend. "Strange" can also become the issue if a woman just decides to take some time for herself and do something like read a book, listen to music, take a trip, or even go without make-up for a few days.

As a woman who doesn't like to re-hash problems unless there is the hope of finding a solution, and as one who tries to find answers when someone else talks about his problems; I dispute that women "just like to talk it out" while men "think talking means expecting a solution". I know enough men who like to re-hash or else have long conversations, and enough women who approach talking as I do, to believe that assertion is a weak one. I tend to suspect any differences among any individuals has more to do with the maturity, self-sufficiency, and sense of responsibility of the individual (or lack of any of those) than with gender.

As a woman who waits outside stores if a companion is shopping when I am not, I also dispute the belief that being a woman and "window shopping" go hand in hand.

As the proud owner of that female brain I mentioned earlier, it is clear to me that (at least in my case), I have a heavy reliance of the use of words and verbal communication, as well as being very in tune with my own and others' emotions. I, personally, let no emotion go unprocessed; and I process emotions through words, logic, reason, and analysis because, as a mother and as an adult, I cannot afford to operate under the influence of unnecessary emotion.

I've always approach life and parenting with logic and reason, but using logic and reason requires factoring in all available information; and I believe, for a lot of women there is more of that information to factor in because of women's tendency to consider the past, present, and future of others, as well as themselves. The impression that men are more sensible and logical may come from the tendency of men to be able to learn sensible rules and abide by them. For example, a sensible rule is not to spend on a new prom dress when a family is experiencing money problems. The sensible thing would be to save the money instead. That sensible rule, however, is based only on the concept of what is wise in terms of money and does not factor in what is wise in terms of allowing a treasured and wonderful daughter to be the only one of her friends to wear a used dress or not go to the prom at all.

Women have often grown up in a world that didn't always seem to realize that they may have always thought very much like boys or men did. They may live in a world that doesn't understand why "a nice little lady like she" would act so strong, so independent, or so angry. Women live in a world that sometimes thinks they can't possibly be as logical thinking as men, or that they are hopelessly at the mercy of PMS and pregnancy hormones. Throughout history they have most often been the people who nurtured the greatest leaders, scientists, and philosophers - and yet there are still people who believe that those leaders, scientists, and philosophers "just inherited good minds".

Whether they feel victimized, oppressed, or misunderstood, themselves; or are simply particularly aware of how many people (boys, men, girls, or women) have lived, or live, lives of victimization, oppression, or being misunderstood; women can often see themselves as "defenders of the victimized" or "defends of the misunderstood and oppressed". They may see themselves as warriors of sorts, or as executives in positions of making decisions that do not necessarily make sense to people who don't see the big picture.

Secure, mature, women appreciate and value their relationships with other women because they know that only other women truly understand what it's like to be a woman. Insecure, immature, women compete with other women as a result of their insecurity and immaturity.

Understanding the female brain doesn't have to be difficult. All it would really take is simply asking the woman in question why it is she thinks any particular thing. With that all-too-commonly-mentioned tendency to use those verbal skills, most women would - if asked - be more than happy to use those skills to explain their own reasoning and logic. The trouble is it is a rare person who wants to take the time to explain to someone who isn't interested in listening, or who has already decided that whatever the explanation is it cannot possibly be as valid as his own.

Grown women often have partners who just automatically assume they know more than women, parents who believe they know more than their grown child, teen and grown kids who believe they know everything (and certainly more than their mother), teachers who believe mothers can't possibly be objective about their own child, and doctors who believe a woman's concerns about her own health cannot be valid because she has no medical degree. Women frequently deal with the day-to-day, subtle and not-so-subtle, bias in the workplace and/or business world. Because of all these things that women live with on a regular basis, many have learned not to even bother trying to explain their reasoning to any number of people, including their partners. Many, instead, simply gain support from other women, who - at least much of the time - understand perfectly how the "female mind" works.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Just Some Personal Silliness About Wine Glasses


I don't buy a bottle of wine all that often, and a move separated me from my belongings for a while. It was Summer, so I bought a bottle of wine here or there, and I didn't have any wine glasses. I didn't want to buy any because I knew I'd be reunited with my stuff. I tried drinking wine from coffee mugs - really kind of stupid feeling. Then I tried drinking it out of small orange juice glasses, which, somehow, made me feel like derelict. (I don't know why I think derelicts drink chardonnay out of sparkling, clear, cut-glass, juice glasses; but apparently that's what I think.)

I mentioned to my sister that I was drinking wine out of juice glasses, and she agreed that doing such a thing was enough to make a person feel like a derelict. The next time she showed up she brought me two long-stemmed glasses. That was much better, until I broke one of them. It shouldn't have mattered because I still have one, but who wants one wine glass?

I then decided to buy two wine glasses that had less fragile stems, but I saw what I thought was a twin to the singleton glass I had at home. So, I bought two shorted stemmed glasses, and one long-stemmed twin to the lonely one. I got home and discovered that the twin really wasn't a twin, so at this point I had two shorter stemmed glasses (good) and two unmatched, long-stemmed, ones (very disturbing to my orderly brain) - so disturbing, in fact, that even though I bought two bottles of wine a few weeks ago I haven't opened either of them. That's because it's too upsetting to 1) figure out which of my less than perfect glasses to use, 2) be reminded of all the lopsidedness of whatever glasses I have, and 3) be reminded that I need to decide whether to go buy a twin for the recently purchased twin, which would leave me with two short-stemmed glasses, two long-stemmed ones - and the one that doesn't have a partner.

It has occurred to me that I should buy a whole set for myself, give all the losers I have to someone else, and figure out - by the way - how much longer it will be before I can be reunited with my "real" belongings.

Oh - it's enough to make me open BOTH of those bottles of wine and drink them for breakfast!!



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How to See a Rainbow

Rainbows result when sunlight is refracted as it shows through the droplets of moisture in the air. When only one rainbow can be seen the colors show up in the order most of us have learned as "colors of the rainbow" - red, orange, yellow, green, indigo, blue, violet. Two rainbows are sometimes seen, in which case there is the primary rainbow (the most vivid one with the "conventional" color order) and a secondary rainbow (a paler rainbow with the colors in reversed order).

Rainbows are seen immediately after fast-moving rain showers and before the clouds have completely disappeared from the sky. They show up best when a good part of the sky is still darkened by clouds, while a portion of it has cleared. The clearer the cleared portion of the sky is, the more likely it is a rainbow will appear.

Being able to see a rainbow requires having the sun directly behind the viewer.

Rainbows can also be seen around waterfalls because the spray creates the necessary moisture droplets in the air.

The angle of reflection between the sun, the drop of water, and your line of vision must be 40 to 42 degrees in order for you to be able to see the rainbow. How high or low the rainbow appears depends on whether the sun is high or low because this angle changes as the sun's appearance in the sky changes.


Note: Now that the science of rainbows has been explained, it is important to keep in mind that most of the time we cannot find a rainbow when we try to. Instead, rainbows just appear in the sky before us when we least expect them and may most need to see them.

The Rainbow – A Verse


When storm clouds gather, and
the chilling rain pours down;
and even the tallest and the strongest trees
stand, battered.

When it somehow seems,
there are only broken dreams;
and we're certain we have been
abandoned by the sun;

Then as suddenly as it has come
the rain stops and
out comes the sun,
watercolor ribbons are painted in the
sky.

Perfect, painted ribbons in a perfect, painted, arch -
a gateway to the heavens,
a whisper to the soul.
A gift of hope,
wrapped in watercolor ribbons
in the sky.

A Somewhat, But Maybe Not All That ,Humorous Delivery Story

My son was born in the era of Mr. Rogers; and anyone familiar with the beloved Mr. Rogers is also familiar with his neighborhood postman, "Mr. McFeely (played by David Newell), who accompanied his drop-offs to Mr. Rogers with the catch phrase, "Speedy Delivery". Well, that is the story of my son's arrival into the world. Whenever I would hear Mr. McFeely call, "Speedy Delivery!", it would remind me of the little boy watching Mr. Rogers and waiting to see what Mr. McFeely had brought.

My son didn't just have a "speedy" arrival. He arrived six weeks before "estimated time of delivery". To further complicate the matter, he arrived upside down - unbeknownst to the doctor, who had announced, "Your baby is bald as an eagle," only to later see that my baby had lots of dark gold hair that stood on end (the way Charles Schultz's "Woodstock's" does). My 4 lb, 8 oz son also arrived with one fierce capacity to scream, but I digress from the delivery story:

It all began on a dreary Monday in November, when, for some reason I never knew, my husband just didn't go to work. He hadn't announced any need for taking a "mental health day". Instead, he just kind of sat at the breakfast table, talking to me, and not getting up to go to work. As late morning set in we began to discuss going out in the afternoon to buy the baby a car seat. We didn't think it was any emergency, but since he had taken the day off it seemed like a good day to go baby-store browsing. The plan was to head out in the afternoon, although we didn't actually leave until close to 5:00. Since I hadn't eaten anything that day (for some reason that I don't know, because I usually ate), we decided to stop at a little muffin and sandwich shop on the way to the baby store. Our five-year-old son would be coming along, so we thought it would be nice for the three of us to eat out together.

Since I wasn't in the mood to eat much (now I know why, but I didn't at that time), I ordered an egg sandwich on toast. I had just taken two bites (I remember that - two bites) when I was shocked to have my water break. I think it may be every expectant mother's fear that the water will break somewhere like a restaurant; and there I was, dealing with the restaurant chair and a soaked-through coat that left few options but to announce to the waitress what had happened. Wearing the coat, I didn't look very pregnant, which is why the waitress seemed to have trouble "getting" what I was trying to say discreetly. This meant, of course, that I had to follow my first explanation with a repeat explanation; and it wasn't until I said what had happened a few times that she really understood what my problem was. I guess the trouble with trying to be discreet is that the low voice we usually use with attempts at discretion is often not heard.

I awkwardly used a bunch of paper napkins to try to deal with the "problem", but then I was stuck with a bunch of amniotic-fluid napkins I didn't know what to do with. I don't recall what I did do with them (although, knowing me, I would not have handed them to the waitress - that much I know for sure). I do recall her saying, "That's ok. Don't worry about the chair." With that (and with much guilt for walking away from such a "disaster", we prepared to leave.

My five-year-old was as baffled and clueless as the waitress when I told him we had to leave. Again, I tried to be discreet. Again, I had to just say it good and loud and clear, because he was confused and questioning about why we had to leave so soon. When I said, "I'm having the baby" my otherwise intelligent five-year-old finally "got it". He suddenly seemed as knowing and on-the-ball as someone thirty years old, as he exclaimed, "Oh," and grabbed his coat. My husband swooped up our son in his arms, as we headed quickly through the expansive parking lot to the car. Since I'm someone who often finds one reason or another to wipe off restaurant seats and tables with napkins, I suppose my son didn't think much of it. Besides, although he knew I would be having "a little brother" (because he "knew" the baby would be a boy), I had intentionally neglected to tell him some of the gory details of childbirth.

We returned home. I called the doctor, who said, "See what happens, and if nothing happens overnight come in to the office tomorrow." I got my son's clothes and toys together, so he could stay with my mother for the night. I waited through the night, and nothing happened. The next day when I called the doctor's office I was told to come in after noon. Well, by this time, I was starting to realize that "this labor thing" was pretty much a long, drawn-out, affair; so I decided to get a few things done before heading off to the doctor's office.

We needed to get our mail from the Post Office, so I asked my husband to stop along the way to the doctor's office. I waited in the car. It was a small Post Office and parking lot, and we had to wait for quite a while after my husband returned to the car, because someone had parked in a non-space and blocked our car. Although I did have the urge to mention to this selfish individual that I was probably on my way to have a baby, I wasn't really too worried. For me, the "big event" had been the water breaking at the restaurant. After that, "this labor thing" was pretty uneventful and boring.

When the doctor told me to go to the hospital he also said to stop and tell his nurse what was going on. I waited my turn to talk to her, and when I tried to tell her to let the hospital know I was going there the nurse was as clueless as the Mug-N-Muffin waitress AND my five-year-old had been. I had to repeat to the clueless and confused nurse that I was going to have the baby. After she kind of "got it" she pulled open my coat in disbelief. Even after "getting it", she was incredulous as she said, "Oh, you don't look like you're ready to have the baby." Was I the only one who could figure out that I was having a baby? This whole thing was "so not like" the way things go on television. There wasn't a shred of urgency in anyone, and even I was kind of bored with the whole thing by this time.

We got to the admitting area at that hospital. I was, however, pretty hungry because I hadn't eaten, at that point, for two days. As my husband and I waited to talk to someone I kept saying how I'd like to get a cup of tea before being admitted. When we finally talked to the woman and asked about "maybe first getting a cup of tea" all of sudden, and for the first time, I saw a sense of urgency. The woman said emphatically, "I think you had better go right upstairs." (I thought, "Rats - no tea.")

Well, I can't make this long labor story shorter at this point, but take heart - the delivery story can be told in a few lines. It was about 3:30 when I got the labor area and about 3:45 when I saw my own childbirth class (for which I'd only attended the first session) come parading through on its tour of the labor area. Sitting comfortably and bored on the edge of the bed, I pulled the curtain in order to keep my classmates from seeing me.

Finally, at 4:00 I felt something that actually felt like labor. Finally, I knew it was real. Between 4:00 and 4:15 I had "cramps", but I'd had worse in my life. At 4:15 the pain was getting nasty. Since I'd read that first deliveries (my first son is adopted) can take hours and hours, I calmly commented to my husband, "This is pretty bad. I can't really picture having this for - like - 10 hours." At 4:45 a nurse told me that I had been in transition and was ready to push.

All of a sudden, that sense of urgency I hadn't noticed in anyone started to show up - and show up "big" - in everyone anywhere near me. My husband was instructed to hurry up and get his gown and hat on. People were looking around, asking where the doctor was and if anyone had seen him. My husband disappeared. Nurses seemed to be running around. Someone started pushing me through the hall at high speed. It was as if - all of a sudden - everyone finally "got it" that I was having a baby!

People were moving fast and talking loud and asking about who was where. Where was the doctor? Where was my husband? "This baby is coming now!" seemed to be the general consensus. The doctor came bursting through the door first. Soon after my husband came bursting through the door. Within minutes (and a very few minutes at that), my upside-down, screaming, baby boy was born at exactly 5:00. Everyone who was supposed to be there had gotten there just in time. There was lots of talk about how close it had all been, and about how fast it had all happened. People were happily re-hashing what they knew was happening when, and who wasn't there. There was teasing of the doctor, who had announced that my breech baby was "bald as an eagle" (plenty of teasing).

As for me, I had learned that labor and delivery aren't always the way the books say they'll be. I had also learned never to skip eating on any day that falls within six weeks of delivery. One important thing I learned is that a restaurant chair full of amniotic fluid actually DOES mean that a real, live, baby is soon to follow. (Until I actually held my tiny and long-lashed little son I don't think I "got it" any more than some of those other people.)

Oh - and one more lesson: I learned to never stop at the Post Office on the way to having a baby. One never knows when one will be happily surprised with "Speedy Delivery!"


Top 10 Foods - By Someone Who Doesn't Really Like Food

Food can be a challenge for me, because I like beverages more than I like food. Coffees, teas, fruit and vegetable juices are my thing - complete with their caffeine, sugars, and sodium. I do, however, have my ten "select" choices of foods; and it is with some shame that I present my top ten favorite foods (only two of which would make the "Healthiest Eating" list). Please keep in mind that I do not indulge in Numbers 2, 7, 8, or 9 more than a few times a year (oh, ok, so I pick up a handful of Number 9's on 8 out of 10 grocery trips).

1. Crackers - but not just any crackers (although I'm pretty happy with any-old-crackers too). Cheese crackers are my absolute favorites.

2. Dip - any dip and all dip, except any dip that involves meat, poultry, or fish. Herb dip, cheese dip, and sour-cream dips are good. Dips for chips are good, but not as good as dips for vegetables. The King of Dips, however, is the dip that goes with - you guessed it - crackers!

3. Cheese and Artificial Cheese Flavoring - Sharp cheddar sliced so thin you can see through, melted Swiss, and unmelted Swiss, sliced so thin you can see through the non-hole parts of it, are my favorites. Melted mozzarella is evil but on my list in a big way. I hate to say it, but all artificial cheese flavoring, especially the powdery kind, is on my list. (Do I get to list cheese crackers again here?)

4. Scrambled Eggs - real or fake, it doesn't matter. Scrambled with or without milk, with or without vegetables, and with or without margarine, butter, or any other cholesterol enhancement - none of it matters. Served alone or on some version of a bread-like product - it doesn't matter. Microwaved? Not so much (although Burger King does a good job of microwaving eggs; they might like to think about serving fake bacon - but I digress).

5. Grapes - any grapes, although I really don't want to be bothered with seeds. Green grapes are, I guess, my favorites. Green grapes make a good lunch when served with purple grapes as dessert.

6. Clementines - yum, yum, yum. Clementines have that light, watery, kind of taste that green grapes have (even though the taste is different, of course). They have tons of Vitamin C. Most important of all, they don't make your hands all stick the way oranges do. (Oranges are on my "Don't Ever Eat Unless in the Form of Juice" list.)

Items 7 through 10 are items I think of as, "The Light-Brown, Candy-Related, Sisters":

7. Caramel - in all its forms. Caramel candy alone, caramel wrapped in chocolate (dark chocolate is better), caramel sauce with apples in it (baked on or just dipped in), and caramel swirled through ice cream (provided the percentage of caramel is high enough; otherwise, I don't want to bother).

8. Butterscotch - better than caramel and with so many more ways to eat it. Butterscotch pudding (the best), butterscotch candy, butterscotch sauce over anything (particularly vanilla ice cream), and butterscotch candies in ice cream. Butterscotch cookies and bars are good, but they're not as good as butterscotch sauce (for the hard-core butterscotch addict). The most important of butterscotch treats, butterscotch ice cream with butterscotch candy bits in it and butterscotch syrup dumped over it (whipped cream is a nice touch too).

9. Molasses - in candy, although I'm considering buying a jar one day. I've heard that a jar of molasses and molasses in candy are two different things, but one of these days I'm going to buy a jar and see how creative I can be. I've looked at jars of molasses when I shop for years, but they scare me. The best molasses candy: Mary Jane miniatures - more yummy than clementines, not as yummy as butterscotch.

10. V8 Vegetable Juice - the high-sodium kind, not the low-sodium kind. I don't say, "I could have had a V8." I say, "Hook up the IV, and fill the bag with V8!"

How does one properly wrap up a list of top ten foods? What clever summation would make such a list complete? I suppose all I can think of is to borrow from my Number 6 entry and say, "yum, yum, yum" (and more yum). Even the food-challenged among us can find some "yum" in life.

Building A Nice Wardrobe On A Tight Budget

Building a nice wardrobe on a small budget requires flexibility and planning. Flexibility with regard to where you shop gives you a broader selection from which to choose. Planning helps you know which items to choose when you're browsing that broader selection.

Flexibility comes in when it comes to where you shop. Shopping at the best stores doesn't always have to be completely ruled out, but being willing to shop at discount stores, outlets, thrift shops, and online offer the best way to stay within your budget. Don't forget to look through catalogs that arrive in your home mail box. They have clearance sales too.

Although you may want to select two or three particularly good pieces at one of the better stores, in general, sale shopping and clearance shopping at these stores are really the only way to stick to a budget.

Outlet stores and those that offer "designer clothes for less" are one way to get nicer wardrobe pieces at substantially reduced prices. Slightly irregular items, and items from "last season" often offer nice pieces that are neither obviously irregular nor obviously "last season". If you don't mind the idea of buying second-hand clothing (and many people do) browse thrift shops for drastically inexpensive but nice pieces. Browsing online for great deals, as well as looking through those catalogs will turn up sales and special deals you would never have otherwise found.

Discount stores can offer a way to pay as little as possible for the most basic items that don't play a major role in the particular outfit but instead go under or with it.
Discount stores are great places for reasonably priced underwear, slips, nylons, and socks. These stores also often sell brand name accessories (for example, Isotoner gloves and umbrellas) at a reasonable price. Buying the items that don't matter as much and finding brand items for less means you'll only need to spend more on main clothing items. Once in a while you may even find a basic black skirt or basic top on clearance racks at these stores as well.

Since you aren't shopping on a "money-is-no-object" basis, planning the purchase of those main items will help you stick to your budget. You'll get more mileage out of items you can mix and match, of course. Classic pieces will last for years, so you won't need to be buying yet another black jacket next year. Get by on as few pairs of pants and skirts as you can because more tops offer more versatility, whether those tops are shirts, sweaters, or jackets.

If you only wear the best quality shoes choose a versatile pair of dress and a versatile pair of casual, and buy a bag that works with both. If you're not above inexpensive shoes you can buy more variety. Ideally, having black accessories, as well as brown accessories, works best for flexibility. When it comes to jewelry, as with shoes, have one or two really nice but basic pieces is one way to go. Buying inexpensive costume jewelry is another option. Having a couple of basic silver pieces and a couple of basic gold pieces offers the most flexibility when you're mixing and matching those main wardrobe pieces.

Finally, taking good care of your clothes adds longevity. Try to stay away from as many dry-clean-only items as possible, but sometimes that isn't possible. Keep in mind, though, that washing some dry-clean-only items on the gentle cycle in cold water, re-shaping, and allowing to air dry can help save on dry-cleaning bills.

Is the Fashion Industry to Blame for Young Women’s Body Image Issues?

If young girls are not being given the right messages about their own appearance it is parents - not the fashion industry - who are responsible. It is the responsibility of parents - not the fashion industry - to learn how to help their daughters have some understanding of their own potential, as well as their ability to enhance or improve their appearance in a healthy way.

If there was ever a young girl who admired the models in Seventeen, Teen, Glamour, and Mademoiselle magazines it was I. As young as thirteen and fourteen I began reading Teen and Seventeen and looking for ideas about fashion style. At the time I believed I needed some guidance because I actually looked about eleven years old, and I realized that the right clothes and make-up could help me look a little more like the thirteen I was. When I was in my later teen years I graduated to Glamour and Mademoiselle. They had articles, and I was looking for reading, as well as pictures.

As I browsed the pages of magazines and studied the make-up approaches and outfits, I was more than aware that I could not look exactly like the models. I was more than aware that they were super-tall and super-thin, while I was - at that time - about five feet tall with size five feet and thighs that didn't look like the model's thighs. It wasn't difficult for me to figure out that certain bikinis weren't for me, but I was able to get an idea of "looks" that would work for me. It was the same with make-up. I would skip the pages that had darker skinner, darker-haired, models and instead head for the pages with models with hair and skin in tones similar to mine. I was absolutely at peace with the idea that a small-framed girl with my not-very-photogenic features would never be a model, but to this day I credit all that magazine-browsing for the fact that I grew up to know how to make the most of my own lot in the life of looks.

While I had great parents who apparently managed to raise a daughter with reasonably good sense, it was through the pages of those magazines (and not from the advice of my World War II generation mother) that I learned ways to make the most of my brown-but-shiny hair. Magazines showed me how to make my pale eyes look great or how to use apply make-up in dusty mauves and pale grays to make me look best in a black dress. I loved those magazines back then, and I had a healthy admiration for the tall, super-slender, models who made fashion and make-up so appealing. I admired the appearance of those models, but I knew the difference between the pages of a fashion magazine and real life. I knew, too, that when it really came down to it I would never want to be so tall I'd tower over most other women. Most importantly, I had a solid perspective on the place that appearance has in life as opposed to the importance of who people are on the inside.

Once I learned what I needed to learn about making the most of my appearance I moved on - grew up. Even today, though, I admire a local news anchor each evening because she's tall and narrow, and her clothes look so great on her. Today, too, I have a 22-year-old daughter who is small, as I was, and who knows how one doesn't need to be six feet tall to be attractive, feminine, and even beautiful.

The fashion industry uses tall, slender, models because the clothes hang nicely on them in pictures and in front of cameras. The fashion industry is selling clothing. The idea is to make the clothing look as attractive as possible, and it happens that the clothes look best on tall, super-thin, models. Car companies show their cars speeding along mountain roads most cars will never be on. They show cars in front of beautiful city buildings with parking attendants and sparkling lighting. They don't show their cars in middle-class, suburban, driveways or in the huge parking lots of places drivers work. Food companies put fake food in their ads. They don't show their food on refrigerator shelves next to half-full bottles of orange juice. Shampoo companies don't show people getting shampoo in their eyes or suds up hair in unattractive, lopsided, gobs. Companies show their products in the most attractive light. Saying that clothes hang most attractively on super-tall, super-thin, young, models is saying only that. It isn't saying that those models are better people, and it certainly isn't saying that they should be role models for young girls.

Do young girls see fashion models as role models more than they should? They do, but that is not the fault of the fashion industry. The blame lies with parents who don't know how, or don't bother, to teach their daughters that they can be beautiful in their own way and that appearance only matters so much.

If you think about it, young girls who are heterosexual are going to find the narrow, straight, builds of their male counterparts more attractive than they will find their own, maturing, female, build. Super-thin fashion models have the narrow, un-curvy, build that is more similar to that of teenage boys. I can't help but suspect that it is their heterosexuality, rather than their obsession with fashion magazines, that makes many young girls long to lose their curves.

Helping young girls have the right set of values, the right perspective, and the understanding that as they lose their boyish shapes they are likely to feel dissatisfied with their own appearance. Helping them understand that and find ways to adjust is the role of parents, especially mothers.

Looking back on my own teen years, I have to say that studying those fashion magazines helped me to see my own positive and negative physical traits, come to terms to my own potential and my own limitations, and find a way to put into perspective the fact that not ever being fashion model material wasn't a big problem in the scheme of life.

Let's face it: If most of those "average" size-14 women could wake up tomorrow with the build of a fashion model they would do it. Sure, models may look like coat-hangers with a pretty face and great hair, but the fact is the clothes hang best on them in photographs. Basketball teams look for tall people. Jockeys need to be small people. Football teams look for hulking people. Dance companies look for a physique that is right for dancing. Modeling is a profession, a job, an industry - nothing else.

Teaching young girls that the role of fashion models in their lives should be an extremely minimal one is the job of parents. Raising girls who understand that admiring the appearance of perfection in magazines is one thing, while seeing models as role models is quite another, is the parents' job. Reminding girls that slender thighs or concave abdomens never earned anyone a Nobel Prize, never saved a life, and was never written about in history books, is not the job of the fashion industry. Most of us have physical flaws, and most of us admire what appears to be the beauty of physical perfection. Getting rid of images of physical perfection may eliminate beautiful images, but it won't eliminate the problem of parents' not knowing how to help their daughters like who they are any better.

Accessories 1.01 - Everything You Need to Be Ready for Any Occasion

All the Accessories You Need to Be Ready for Anything

Every woman has her own individual taste and her own individual opinion about what no woman should be without. A person's opinion about what no woman should be without is often based on how useful she, herself, has found one, particular, accessory.

If "what no woman should be without" is a matter of assuring that a woman will always have something to wear with any particular outfit and/or that she will never find herself without the right kind of accessories for a specific occasion, the following accessories will serve those purposes well. The list may appear a little intimidating, but consider that not all women will wear all things (so the list can be trimmed) and that most of the items are classic items that won't go out of style and won't be worn so often that they'll wear out easily.

SHOES

Year-Round:

Black casuals that are comfortable for walking

Brown casuals that are comfortable for walking

Black heels (pumps are the most versatile)

Brown heels (pumps are the most versatile)

Sport shoes (like running shoes)

Dressy, strappy, sandals

Late Fall and Winter:

Black "all purpose boots"

Brown "all purpose boots"

Black boots with heels (nice to have if the budget allows)

Brown or gray boots with heels (nice to have if the budget allows)

Late Spring and Summer:

Summer casuals in cream or white

Sandals

HANDBAGS:

Year-Round:

Black "all purpose"

Brown "all purpose"

Evening bag in a color/fabric that matches everything or at least matches the dressy, strappy, sandals

Summer:

Soft, Summer, bag in cream and designed suitable for both summer pants and softer skirts.

JEWELRY:

Gold earrings, small and simple (such as studs)

Silver earrings, small and simple (such as studs)

Diamond studs

Gold earrings, dressier (such as dangling)

Silver earrings, dressier (such as dangling)

Gold, simple, necklace

Silver or white gold, simple necklace

Gold necklace, dressy

Silver or white gold necklace, dressy

Gold bracelet, dressy

Silver or white gold bracelet, dressy

Gold ring in a simple design

Silver or white gold ring in a simple design

Gold ring, dressy

White gold ring, dressy

Gold lapel pin, simple

Silver or white gold lapel pin, simple

HATS:

Knit hat for Winter (in a color that goes well with accessories)

All-weather rain hat

Sun-shielding hats for summer (one sporty, one straw for non-sporty looks)

WINTER GLOVES

Black knit gloves (easily washed and no big deal if lost)

Brown knit gloves

Camel or gray gloves

Warm, insulated, mittens

SCARVES:

Late fall and Winter:

Black "all purpose"

Brown "all purpose"

Camel or gray "all purpose"

UMBRELLAS:

If there will be only one umbrella purchased it makes sense to make it a classic, good-sized, black umbrella or a classic one in a color that goes well with one's raincoat or jacket color.

Nice umbrellas to have in addition to the classic, big, umbrella:

Micro-mini in a neutral color

Large umbrella in a color appropriate for Summer

Umbrella in a designer print that is particularly fashionable and appealing

UNDER-STUFF AND OTHER STUFF:

Bra suitable for strapless tops/dresses and spaghetti straps

Camisole for see-through tops

Half slip in whatever length skirts are

Evening wrap in an all-purpose color

Sport bag

All-purpose large tote in a neutral color or great designer print

Hair clip(s) in neutral color and casual style

Hair clip(s) in gold, silver, or sparkly

Sunglasses, good quality with a frame that goes with everything

A clutch-style wallet that can hold money, credit cards, a pen, and checkbook all in on place

A cell phone (with an easy-to-see time display and emergency numbers in speed dial) small enough to fit in an evening bag

While the above list will assure that a woman will never find herself without the right accessories for any particular outfit or without the right look for any particular occasion, if a budget is too tight for this level of preparedness here's a tip: Having either black shoes and bag or brown shoes and bag in Winter, while having cream shoes and a cream bag in Summer can can go a long way for the very tight budget. If only one or two jewelry items can be purchased simple gold earrings and a simple gold necklace are probably the most versatile.

Wearing A Smile As An Accessory - I Don't Think So

Some people wear a smile as if it is an accessory. When photo-snapping time comes they slap on a big smile. When they want others to think they're friendly they whip out the smile and slap it on. Car dealers, real estate people, and servers in restaurants who want a big tip plaster on a big smile.

I generally don't smile, and I'm not a big fan of people who use a smile as an accessory. I see it as a phony. I also see it as similar to that thing monkeys do when they show their teeth.

You may think I must have a troll's personality, but I don't. I'm a very kind, friendly, positive-thinking person. I'm generally very decent-natured and don't take things seriously when they shouldn't be. I like people in general. When I see children and dogs I make it a point to do some very limited version of a smile in order to let them know they don't need to feel intimidated by me. (Think Mona Lisa, and you can imagine the extent of the smile. Maybe its slightly more than hers.)

Laughing is something I do all the time. A day doesn't go by when I don't have a few laughing incidents. Put me in a room with a few other people, and I tend to get the whole group and myself laughing without even trying. Put me in a waiting area with another woman or two, and all of us will end up giggling as if we're eight-year-old girls. I love laughing - alone or with others.

Smiling, though, only comes to me naturally when I'm all alone and when something that has made me really delighted occurs. Maybe its good news in the mail. Maybe its a child on television. Maybe its the reunion of a veteran/father and his child. For me, smiling (the natural kind) is something that just happens unexpectedly and something that isn't for other people. Its something that comes over me, rather than something I slap on to make sure other people know what a sunny person I am. I'm not out to win the "Miss Congeniality" prize when I'm at the supermarket. Smiling, to me, is supposed to be connected to our emotions; and I'm not one to be interested in letting others have a reading on my emotions. Not everyone links smiling to their emotions, so wearing a smile like an accessory doesn't feel wrong to them.

I've often wondered if my parents just never cultivated my smile response when I was an infant or whether somewhere along the way it just got disconnected. Then again I've wondered, too, if I just find it too offensive to slap on a big, phony, smile because there's some silly "rule" about why people need to go around smiling like monkeys.

When I was a little, tiny, girl my parents were disappointed when I'd go on some amusement ride and sit there with a deadpan expression. They were under the impression I didn't like the ride. I did. I just didn't smile about it. Monkeys smile. Phonies smile. Toothpaste ad people smile. I, on the other hand, don't see the use of a smile.

All my life I've had strangers walk up to me and say, "Smile" or even "Would it kill you to smile." What the heck is with people and smiling?!

When I laugh its real, and when I smile it is even more real. The way I figure it, any kindness or happiness or friendliness I feel toward people can be seen in my eyes. I refuse to show my teeth like a monkey just to please anyone who doesn't think my expressive eyes are good enough. If you can't see my positive nature in my eyes then I don't particularly want to slap on a phony smile just to make you feel better. :)

Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?

Where the joke came from I don't know, but I recall the first time I heard it and how super-funny I thought it was:

I was three or four years old and with my mother in the kitchen of my childhood home. All of a sudden my mother - out of nowhere - asked me "Why did the chicken cross the road?" The question was an odd one as far as I was concerned, but I said, "I don't know" and waited to see what other odd thing she may say. Her face brightened and her voice had a hint of fun in it as she said, "To get to the other side!" Well - that was about the funniest thing I had ever heard (and I believe the first joke I had ever heard), and the surprise answer delighted me and made me laugh. Of course, as most little kids do, I then re-told this "hilarious" joke over and over to one person or another, sometimes modifying the answer in an attempt to make it new.

The fact is that joke isn't funny to anyone who hasn't heard it a zillion times (and who is over four years old), but that first time anyone hears that tired, unfunny, joke it is the surprise, simple answer that makes it funny.

At this point that joke is, for most people, so old and so stupid and so corny it has almost come around again and become funny in its absurd way. Anyone who appreciates something that's super-stupid and super-over-done and super-corny will find this stupid joke just a little humorous.

Speaking of Chicken Questions - Chicken or Egg?

The question whether the chicken or egg came first can probably be most easily answered by people who believe that life begins at conception. Those people would believe that the chicken was conceived and just happened to have an egg around it until such time that it was ready to hatch. In other words, the egg should not be compared to the chicken because that's like comparing apples to oranges - or something like that.

People who accept the idea of evolution would likely assume that before the chicken was a chicken it was some other creature, which may or may not have had offspring that began life wrapped in an egg shell. Birds are not the only creatures who produce offspring in eggs. This would mean that before chickens were chickens they were other creatures that later evolved into chickens, which would mean that the - technically - chickens came first.

Of course, if you go way back to the very, very, beginning of when life began to grow on Earth before any creature could reproduce it would have had to have grown first; so, again, technically the chicken would have come first.

Yes - as far as I can see - all signs point to the chicken's having come first, even if the first chickens did not make their entrance looking like the creature we know today as chickens.