Do you ever find that people will say things online that they wouldn’t normally say in person? Like somehow Face Book removes the filter in your brain which normally prevents you from saying stupid or rude things? It’s true. I’m sure I’ve been guilty of this too, but not as guilty as the example I’m about to give.
On Saturday night we came home from a Christmas party, and I decided to check my email before I went to bed. I found several Face Book notifications, one being a comment from someone after a comment I wrote.
Without delving into it too much, the status was about a baby getting their 2 month shots, and I responded with something that my daughter did after her first shots. This status was actually a few weeks old, but anywho… someone wrote after my comment, “Tammie your a b!tch!” (That’s an exact quote.)
I may or may not have been a little tipsy from the Pink-Panty-Pull-Downs at the Christmas party, but my immediate thought was if someone is going to call me a bitch they could at least spell my name and bitch correctly! My second thought was, WTF?? After researching it further, I figured out who the person was, and it’s a 12 (?) year old girl that I really don’t even know.
Since I don’t mind be called a bitch, I’m pretty much over it. However, I sure would like to know if this girl I don’t even know has some sort of a beef with me!
What do you think of when you think of aerobics? That word usually conjures an image like this in my head:
I know you know what I’m talking about. The 80’s hair, leg warmers, leotard, tights…the whole bit. Ok, so, today when I picked Alivia up from school the first thing she says to me as we’re walking to the car is: “Mom, Danny and Hayden wanted to know if you were an aerobics instructor.”
Ha! I think I may have laughed right out loud! First of all, Alivia had no idea what an aerobics instructor was. Second, these two boys are in 6th grade, so I’m pretty sure they do know what an aerobics instructor is.
I figure this says one of two things about me. 1. I’m so super fit that these boys clearly think I’m an aspiring Jillian Michaels. Or, 2. They’re thinking why is this woman always wearing sweat pants?
I’m hoping it’s #1. But, hey, at least they didn’t call me a bitch.