tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260692.post112357111516458974..comments2023-05-13T02:24:42.139-07:00Comments on Stones In the Field: Interpreter NeededMachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01846076773328384778noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260692.post-1124011499303199742005-08-14T02:24:00.000-07:002005-08-14T02:24:00.000-07:00I'd have been a bit perturbed, too. But I also ad...I'd have been a bit perturbed, too. But I also admit that my mom and I have been known to spend far too long looking at baby clothes for baby shower gifts just so we can make goofy noises and say, "ohhhh, that's so precious!"Jennahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16027573834319181817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260692.post-1123870754844630262005-08-12T11:19:00.000-07:002005-08-12T11:19:00.000-07:00Maybe I'm slow too,Mac. Why shouldn't you be anno...Maybe I'm slow too,Mac. Why shouldn't you be annoyed by someone giving you bags full of stuff that you don't want, don't need, and don't feel like dealing with? I'd be annoyed.<BR/><BR/>Baby showers? (shudder) I never told anyone I was pregnant til after my son was born. <BR/><BR/>And NO, I wasn't a teenager. I was 36.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260692.post-1123688263563306312005-08-10T08:37:00.000-07:002005-08-10T08:37:00.000-07:00No worries, Jill. :) Conversations are meant to b...No worries, Jill. :) Conversations are meant to be fluid and living sorts of things, in <I>my</I> ideal world...or comments...or what have you.<BR/><BR/>I'm just so glad you're all here!Machttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01846076773328384778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260692.post-1123680152876367262005-08-10T06:22:00.000-07:002005-08-10T06:22:00.000-07:00Can I just add, really, it's not a cultural indoct...Can I just add, really, it's not a cultural indoctrination. I think it's optional, completely, and I respect that. <BR/><BR/>You know what's really weird, after you become a parent? And I've wondered if I'm the only one who feels this way. When I see parents with younger kids, struggling with what to do with them, whereever I might be, I always think, ooo, they're so young, so new at this. As if, no one ever has children after you do, so when you see others with young children, it's almost, oh - that's so old!<BR/><BR/>Does anyone know what I mean? Or am I certifiable? (Sorry Mac - I'm such a bad hijacker!)Jillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02175591212176951287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260692.post-1123651772674420272005-08-09T22:29:00.000-07:002005-08-09T22:29:00.000-07:00heh--Dawno, level with us. You've been sworn to d...heh--<BR/>Dawno, level with us. You've been sworn to deep levels of secrecy, involving cabalistic and intricate rituals surrounding those oaths...<BR/><BR/>That's why you're dropping these little teasers, isn't it?Machttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01846076773328384778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260692.post-1123648466720970202005-08-09T21:34:00.000-07:002005-08-09T21:34:00.000-07:00The "Baby Shower" is only the first rite of passag...The "Baby Shower" is only the first rite of passage. I discovered that "Baby's First Birthday" is the <I>really</I> scary one.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260692.post-1123644869535948322005-08-09T20:34:00.000-07:002005-08-09T20:34:00.000-07:00Baby showers. *shudder* Those frighten me, too.Baby showers. *shudder* Those frighten me, too.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15584506959635732772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260692.post-1123641788630178642005-08-09T19:43:00.000-07:002005-08-09T19:43:00.000-07:00Good LORD, Dawno--don't apologize for taking up sp...Good LORD, Dawno--don't apologize for taking up space! I'm delighted to have everyone weigh in.<BR/><BR/>I've got to admit, it's rather gratifying to find out I'm not the only one who missed this cultural indoctrination-thing.<BR/><BR/>Now, about this arcane and esoteric rite-of-passage, the "Baby Shower"...Machttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01846076773328384778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260692.post-1123641558872619542005-08-09T19:39:00.000-07:002005-08-09T19:39:00.000-07:00A Mom HereYes, it is a mom thing. Before being ind...A Mom Here<BR/><BR/>Yes, it is a mom thing. Before being inducted into momhood by the ritual of "The Baby Shower" you cannot understand the subtle context of "OOOH that is SOOOO precious" in relation to some weird stuffed thing or quilted thng. I didn't. I waited until I was 28 (which really isn't that long now but seemed to be in the community I live in) to have my first child. <BR/><BR/>Also the passing around of outgrown clothes and toys is pretty typical if there's enough of an age spread in your circle of mommie friends.<BR/><BR/>Don't feel bad, it wasn't a straight girl camp thing at all. And with all the sh*t I'm going thru' right now with my two kids (who are out of High School and either not leaving home like I'd like or leaving home and abandoning me)there are days I really wish I'd not made a big deal out of the ticking of that biological clock. *sigh* This is a story for my own blog, sorry to take up so much of your space.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260692.post-1123638484125585392005-08-09T18:48:00.000-07:002005-08-09T18:48:00.000-07:00Mac, I'm with the commenter, Kira - take the bags ...Mac, I'm with the commenter, Kira - take the bags to the depot and get that tax deduction. <BR/><BR/>I will confess, however, that when I bag up my stuff (the good, the stained and the broken), I usually have three piles: one for friend or family to whom I'll ship or bring the stuff, one for the tax deduction and one for my youngest child's school (a Montessori facility that loves gently used or new toys/puzzles/books etc.).<BR/><BR/>Straight girl school? Ha. My mom was a hippie chick. I learned zilcho from her re: being a woman and she didn't know to send me to that place. <BR/><BR/>I'm still trying to figure it all out. Though most times? I just do ma own thang.<BR/><BR/>You go.Jillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02175591212176951287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260692.post-1123636422687362702005-08-09T18:13:00.000-07:002005-08-09T18:13:00.000-07:00I missed Straight Girl Camp, too, and I'm a straig...I missed Straight Girl Camp, too, and I'm a straight girl! I think it's a mother thing, honestly. <BR/><BR/>I would have taken the bags directly to Goodwill.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15584506959635732772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260692.post-1123622947593435612005-08-09T14:29:00.000-07:002005-08-09T14:29:00.000-07:00Sorry, Mac. I hope you're taking notes of all thes...Sorry, Mac. I hope you're taking notes of all these little things, though. One of these days, you can write a book of secrets you never learned because you didn't attend Straight Girl Camp.Lori A. Basiewiczhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00115503014838870398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260692.post-1123607536092811152005-08-09T10:12:00.000-07:002005-08-09T10:12:00.000-07:00Oh thank GOD! Maybe it's a mother thing. I can un...Oh thank GOD! Maybe it's a mother thing. I can understand being a bit outside of that.Machttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01846076773328384778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260692.post-1123598951628073282005-08-09T07:49:00.000-07:002005-08-09T07:49:00.000-07:00You got me. Sounds just like my sister though.You got me. Sounds just like my sister though.Lisa Spangenberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00916288400544629723noreply@blogger.com