Thursday, May 2, 2013


My most fantastic oldest daughter will graduate in less than a month! Graduate! As my kids reach certain ages, I constantly reevaluate just how young that age really is. (Silly me, looking at my toddlers and thinking, well if I can get them to 18, then I won’t worry anymore.  Lies!! The worry quantity is fairly equal.  The worry cause is different.)

I ran across this list and thought, good point! I don’t remember anyone actually explaining these things.  The information just sort of evolved over time.  

I do remember the first checking account I opened. My dad had to cosign for it. This is when the banks just started to introduce mysterious products like ATM’s and PIN’s and debit cards and overdraft protection. Exciting stuff!

I also remember, when I was around 13 years old, we would take the bus to down town to go shopping.  My mom would let me use her Visa and wrote an accompanying note giving me permission to use the card.  That was back in the day when they had the little impression machine that would slide over the card.  (Now the girls order stuff from my account on Amazon.)

I came from the last of the era requiring girls taking Home Ec and boys taking Shop.  Being the big rebel I was, I refused to take Home Ec my senior year of school. (Way to take a stand!) And, as you can tell, I had no benefit from my academic Home Ec experience. (Can’t sew, can’t cook, won’t clean.)

However, I do remember one lesson when my teacher told us not bend over from the waste if you were wearing a skirt. Bend from the knees and then you won’t flash your panties. (A lesson that should have been passed on to Lindsey Lohan, Paris Hilton and Britney Spears.)

An excerpt of a 1950's vintage home economics textbook:

Have dinner ready: Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal--on time. This is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospects of a good meal are part of the warm welcome needed.

Prepare yourself: Take 15 minutes to rest so you will be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your makeup, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people. Be a little gay and a little more interesting. His boring day may need a lift.

Prepare the children: Take a few minutes to wash the children's hands and faces (if they are small) comb their hair, and if necessary, change their clothes. They are little treasures and he would like to see them playing the part.

Minimize all noise: At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of washer, dryer, dishwasher or vacuum. Try to encourage the children to be quiet. Be happy to see him: Greet him with a warm smile and be glad to see him.

Listen to him: You may have a dozen things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first.

Make the evening his: Never complain if he does not take you out to dinner or to other places of entertainment. Instead, try to understand his world of strain and pressure, his need to be home and relax.

What I should have taken was auto shop. That would have been a valuable skill, if, for no other reason, than repair shops tend to formulate amount of work and cost by the gender of the driver.  Guys are automatically assumed to have some rudimentary familiarity with how a vehicle works. Women are automatically assumed to have none. (Dude, don’t even try to tell me I need new a timing belt correlation clock or an extra-large engine block stretcher.)     

The kid did take a year of auto shop and she replaced my windshield wipers. I know! Impressive right?

School taught you to follow a plan. But in life, and at work, no plan survives first contact with reality. The ability to adapt (and a sense of humor) will take you farther than any plan.” (Well that and access to your mom’s Amazon account.)

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