Life Balance: a feat we try to achieve while searching to be the best that we can we, while simultaneously raising our children to do the same. This is the equilibrium in our inner life force whereby our heartbeat matches the divine force that exists all around us. When this life balance peaks, our sense of peace, joy, love and wisdom acts as one with our very soul.
"Mom, they're so ghetto"
Why is it, the more expensive the item, the more it resembles cast offs from the Salvation Army 2 for one sale? Did I really go to college and get 2 degrees, just to pay for pants that resemble Kosovo, the early days? Is it every rip or every hole that adds $20 per leg to the cost on a pair of jeans? And when did plain tee shirts with the initials A&F take on the $85 price tag?
Yes, you guessed it. Wild Child grew again. I really must stop leaving 9 cup Tupperware bowls of spaghetti in the fridge for another family meal. We never get to eat them, he "snacks" on the food while deciding if he wants 4 hot dogs or 3 hamburgers to fill him up. Or is it the 4 peanut butter and jelly sandwiches he makes to eat during South Park? Is it legal to suddenly grow a shoe size after 2 years of relative peace in the foot area?
Wild Child is down to one pair of pants again. I am convinced the skateboarding industry is secretly run by the Big Sneaker corporations in tandem with the jean companies. The clothes just don't wear at all. Ok, maybe riding a rail in new jeans that split down the crotch (didn't that have to hurt?) isn't adding to the longevity. But these pants cost $60 each. The sneakers can run up to $110, with a "sale" price of $69 (with an extra $10 off if you buy 2! Wow let's go stock up now!)
Honestly, the whiter the boys from the burbs, the more the clothes need to resemble home locations in the inner cities. Underwear hanging out, and big footed sneaks. I show my age when I say we never tried to look like we lived anywhere other then the suburbs we grew up in. And just tonight, my son begged me to look at the latest skateboarding sneakers, Nikes. "Mom, you grew up in the 80's. You know the Nike's. They are so ghetto."
So Ghetto? For $60 on sale?
I have a novel ghetto idea for you. Best way to buy them. Envy of all your friends.
What Mom? Over the internet? What site did you find?
It's really ghetto. It's called getting a job, earning the money, saving up, and buying them for yourself.
Hard work. The original so ghetto idea.
Get some today. Please!
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Our girls ripped some jeans recently. I was going to throw them out, but a teen-age niece told me they were trendy. I felt like my Mother because I thought torn clothes should be trashed. It was a very scary moment to realize I'm now officially old.
This reminds me of my own son. I can't wait for the day that he matures and wears his pants on the normal way. And he wonders why no one is hiring him for jobs he applied for?
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