a target audience
At Target there are Napoleon Dynamite tees that rock. (If you're into ND that is.) I bought one for Shaun that pictures Kip and says (and please hear this with clenched teeth and a thick tongue,) Don't be jealous that I've been chatting online with babes all day, and one for myself that pictures a part lion/ part tiger drawing from the show and says This is a liger. It's pretty much my favorite animal. When I was buying them the Latin guy at the register smiled and said, "Pedro for class president." (I took this gesture as the equivalent of a code word to let me know he was a pink lady, too.)
I didn't even like the movie when I first saw it last Christmas with Shaun's brother. It made me remember people from our Special Ed. classes in elementary school and feel desperately sorry for them all over again. But I have to admit it grows on you, that flick. Like Dumb and Dumber, you find it on tv and hear yourself saying, "sure, why not- I can always watch this again..." There's just something there that so conveys that time era I grew up in- too much to pinpoint and ramble on about. Although I do remember one especially tall girl in Special Ed. who used to wear long flowing skirts and heels and sing to everyone on the playground, come along children, as we followed the wake of her dress her like the Pied Piper, our very own Mother Goose. Oh and how I secretly envied those heels! (I knew better than to even ask my mom if I could wear real, grown-up pumps to school- that maybe that was only a privilege that came with being in the special class.) But like this girl in my memory the ND characters warm your heart and stick wth you, because today when my stomach was queasy, and as I searched the fridge for food with little hope in my pathetic sorry-for-myself eyes, I spotted leftover rice and heard myself think, Sweet! I flippin' love rice!
And that's pregnancy for you, because right now just typing the word rice makes me wanna hurl.
