"I hate my children..."
"I want ten more children..."
"I hope my husband gets smushed by a comet on his way to a Voyager convention..."
"I love my husband so much I wish he could be beamed into my arms right this second. Or in thirty minutes after he gets me a Diet Coke."
"I'm so anxious."
"I'm so relaxed!"
"I need to exercise."
"I'm fine with my cellulite. Jiggles made jello millions. What's to hate?"
I'm so tired of myself I can't even think Boy George straight. And so, for the next month, I will be posting about strangers. Or in Mama P translation, "People I meet and talk to every day."
As many of you know, it's quite shocking the amount of info I can get out of someone I not only wasn't introduced to, but a person who had no desire to talk to me in the first place.
Their reversations aside, I can get more personal history out of a first generation Asian drycleaner within a 2 minute time period (kids gnawing on metal hangers not withstanding) than many of their offspring can get during an entire Chinese New Year celebration.
Call me nosy. Call me friendly. That's the way I roll. (Or in the case of the drycleaner, that's the way I "egg-roll.") Oh, shut up, people. That was funny.
Today I pitched a national magazine this very concept - a blog with the slant of "learn to build confidence with Mama P's speaking skills!" Oh, but now I'm talking about me again. And I'm so over me. Judy Garland Over the Rainbow OVER IT. And so, I give you...
The dad at preschool today.
Nice looking guy. Pretty confident for someone in a room where about 50% of us were probably menstruating and denying our husbands sex (either because of menstruation or "just because.")
Never saw him in my life. He was chatting with another woman about traveling, babies, and how quickly kids grow out of stuff.
I see my entrance and I take it.
I mention thrifting.
He mentions resale websites.
I mention my Ebay site.
He mentions my favorite words on the planet "Kids grow so fast, why pay retail?"
I leave my fancy-schmancy preschool feeling better about the fact that I'm not the only one who gets a kick out of 85cent Polo shirts on sale at the Salvation Army.
Today's lesson about talking to strangers? Validations for being cheap.
Stay tuned for tomorrow's post. Before long you, too, will be able to saddle up to serial killers and find out their secret casserole recipes.