Ordering bactrim no prescription, I can't tell you how often I hear people say that to describe me..."I'm not surprised she did that...that's just Pam." It doesn't offend me...it is what it is. But today I got to thinking about that comment again when I took my kids to a construction site in the neighborhood. California CA Calif., I know most of the moms driving by would not want their kids diving and sliding on 15 foot piles of construction dirt. Alas, that's just Pam, Louisiana LA.
Why am I more likely to let my kids play in construction dirt. Why am I less likely to hover over them at the play ground, ordering bactrim no prescription. Order bactrim without prescription, Why do I, as a matter of principal, refuse to use shopping cart liners to protect them from germs, buy bactrim from canada. Why do people think that I'm more laid back then most moms. Pennsylvania PA Penn., Is it "just Pam" or is there another reason.
This is my explanation... Ordering bactrim no prescription, I'm sure all of you know that I grew up in Africa as a missionary kid. Consequently, cheapest bactrim in the world, I became known as a Third Culture Kid (TCK). Rhode Island RI R.I., This is a title saved for children who grow up in a culture other than their parent's home culture but aren't completely immersed in the secondary culture.
For example, I'm American, buy bactrim without prescription. My parents are American and they raised us as Americans. However, I grew up in East Africa (Sudan and Kenya), ordering bactrim no prescription. Illinois IL Ill., I don't fully fit in the American culture nor do I fit in the African culture. Where I fit best was with my peers who were American (or European) living in East Africa...we were the third culture.
There have been tons of studies done on this phenomenon so I won't bore you with that, bactrim online. However, Maine ME Me., there are a couple outstanding features of my particular third culture that have made me who I am.
It was also something that was so much a part of the culture that when American kids came over straight from the States and showed even the slightest hint of being squeamish or high strung (we define what "high strung" is, by the way) we would immediately label them as "so American." Everyone knew what that meant, Minnesota MN Minn.. It was definitely derogatory and implied that their panties were tied up in a bunch way too tight. Mississippi MS Miss.,
So, next time I do something you think is unconventional...it probably is. But I'm in good company...you just haven't met all the other TCK's in my demographic, where to buy cheap bactrim. We like to think that if we survived Africa then surely our kids can survive an American shopping cart, ordering bactrim no prescription.
Although, Cheapest bactrim online, if you've met Erik and Rinnie you'll know that they are even more TCK-ish then me. I have my full-blooded American husband to balance me out. Except that he's had a pretty colorful upbringing here in America. Erik and Rinnie...well, "that's just Erik and Rinnie."
Hmm. What do you think inspired the current eye sore in their driveway...?.
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What a great post!!! Ande and I have a saying to describe something that seems counter-cultural/ odd to us about you, Erik and Rinnie: “they’re African”. I love that friendship with your family challenges my tightly-bunched-panties way. You and Rinnie are who I look up to as moms and your parenting styles are what I aspire to have. In fact, you are THE reason I didn’t register for a grocery cart cover (although when I saw them years ago I thought “what a great idea!!” Baby J needs to toughen up.
Oh, my gosh, Kelly! That cracks me up that you didn’t register for a grocery cart liner because of me. I would not have judged you because I know I’m the weird one usually. You know what’s funny, though, I actually NOTICED that you didn’t register for one. I was a little surprised because I thought everyone did. Ha!
Best post ever from you!
I mean, it’s cool when a kid eats pocket change, and the belly porn from last week was titillating, but it’s not every day I can be insulted (I’m so American), envious, and so drawn in by your story and photos.
Seriously, this post rocks! If I weren’t so in love with air conditioning, I think I’d want to be in a community like that in Kenya.
And yes, I confess, I’m giggling a little at using the word “titillating”. I’ll have to find an alternate profession to get me to East African than missionary, huh?
There are shopping cart liners? Goodness. I have never heard of that before now. Wow.
I think kids should get a proper dosage of germs in their formative years to help boost their immune system. And they should play in the woods and in the dirt and with the stray neighborhood dogs because it’s a good adventure!
I like you, Missy Pam.
And by the way, your MOM looks like you!
What eyesore!? You’re not talking about my wheeled-treasure are you?
I wonder if they have any books about what a TCK mom looks like – maybe that would explain why we are how we are. My kids are excited about playing on the dirt piles tomorrow with the boys – hurrah for fun and crazy adventures! But seriously, thanks for being crazy and “irresponsible” with me.
And Kelly, you’re so sweet. That means a lot that you want to be a mom like Pam and I, cause we mostly think people just roll their eyes at us and think we’re trying to kill/maim/ruin our kids!
I’m with ya’, Pam! I don’t have an “excuse” such as growing up in Africa, though. I grew up right here in Orlando, but I have always taken the more laid-back approach to parenting. I don’t know if people have thought I’m weird, but I chock it up to the fact that I was raised by a mom who ran a tight ship! My dad was more like me about not getting your ‘knickers in a knot’ over little things. But, I have told my husband that I am sure the reason I tend not to overreact to things my kiddos do or the messes they make is because I must be subconsciously attempting to do the opposite of how I felt things were done for me as a kid…but I guess that’s a whole ‘nother story…LOL!!
We too, quit using our grocery cart liner, because “Pam and Rinnie make fun of people who use those things”. Thank you! I’m so glad we quit using it. I felt like some sort of a foppish priss whenever we used the dang thing. It is sitting in the garage if anybody wants it.
Great post Pam. Thanks for speaking up for all of us misunderstood TCK’s. I hope that by the time I have kids I haven’t become so “Americanized” that I won’t let my kids play in construction dirt and suck on shopping carts.
Oh, Pam, the memories! I love the pics, they made me laugh and get sad all at the same time missing those days in Sudan! I loved the pic with your mom and the warthog, what a woman, I miss her! I am right there with you in being so carefree with my kids, some of America has worn off on me and having this full blooded American husband like yours does make some difference, but we would have no qualms about our kids playing in a huge dirt pile! They used to play in the empty lot behind us and get filthy! I say “Three cheers to us TCK’s”!
Well, I’m an American kid, and I used to play at the park climbing hills with rattlesnakes in them, climbing large oak trees, walking in the wash(water overflow distribution “stream”)and playing with frogs, tadpoles and salamanders. I climbed around in a fort made from bushes at the park. I lived for a time without running water, a refrigerator, electricity, and read and wrote by lamplight, and drove a truck that put us to shame on the best day, and a car kids didn’t want their friends to see. Third Culture Kid might just be a blessing. Your values are great, you have imagination, and you know a life few of us get to experience. You can act in times of stress and danger without getting nuts first; a definate advantage. Living in the bush, you know what can be done with little, experienced the dust and the freedom from many viewpoints and here you are, a unique human being. I never bagged a warthog though…my regards to you mother.
Wow…where do I start. Probably best if I don’t get started. This post just was such a walk down memory lane. Man, what a life we have enjoyed. I’m sure you noticed that I’m twice the man I used to be!
Wish you could have been with me on the trip back to Sudan two weeks ago. What a place. By the way, that warthog’s name is Walter and he isn’t dead. He hung around the giraffe park where you used to feed the giraffe’s out of your mouth…I’m sure you remember being slimed by those 18 inch giraffe tongues. Anyway, Walter hung around people enough that he would let people scratch him while he laid around looking dead. Then he would pop up and trot off into the bush. I think he scrounged some of the giraffe food to. He looks pretty plump.
Hey Pam,
After Rob and I went to Kenya, even for our short time of 10 days, I learned a lot about the culture. And even more important I realized why you do things certain ways.
I love this post and the photos! I love who you are.
Hey Pam!
I think you are great! I have stopped using my shopping cart cover since Amy made mention of your stance on them. I didn’t stop in fear of judgement. Rather, I stopped and thought why am I doing this? It is just one more thing to remember to bring, strap on to the cart, keep clean, etc. I proudly shop now, cover free! Thanks!
ZOMG! Pumbah died! I weep… *sniffle*