7 Things More Than You Want to Know

I have been tagged by TheMarathonMama with one of these ‘tell us about yourself’ things. It calls for 7 things which makes me realized that the phrase ‘be careful what you ask for’ is so true. I’ve asked that I not be tagged which got me bypassed with people playing the “5 things about you” game. Serves me right!

1). I’m a Buckeye. I was born in Dayton, Ohio and lived in Yellow Springs until I was 10 when my mother, a widow of 2 years, picked us up and moved us to Connecticut where we knew no one. Apparently she had a boyfriend in Boston but I didn’t know that at the time. He never materialized in our lives on the East Coast.

2). When I graduated from high school I worked in a plastic bag factory on the night shift from 6 PM to 6 AM, 3 days on and 3 days off. I rarely went to sleep after the 3rd day until that night. After about 6 months of that I took a job with a friend making cheesecakes. I saved my money and went to Europe for 4 months.

3). I ran out of money before I ran out of desire to be there so I took a job as a chambermaid in a dodgy bed and breakfast in Bayswater, London. I lived in a dorm style room with a bunch of Egyptian girls and learned about Ramadan. I was routinely propositioned by drunk Irishmen and lonely Africans as well as the Egyptian boys who also worked there.

4). I spent 2 years working on a PhD in physiology. I quit grad school after 2 years for a lot of reasons. Right or wrong it resulted in my marriage and subsequent production of my 3 favorite people in the world so I’m glad it worked out that way.

5). I am a dyed in the wool commie pinko feminist who lives in an upscale Lilly white suburb where I am a decorated former member of the PTSA. I am a huge fan of community and I can get along with anyone – I like people.

6). I’m a sociable person but I’m also a homebody. Sometimes I can’t wait to get home even though I am here by myself and get kind of bored. I need to get out more.

7). I have been unemployed off and on several times and I can’t seem to get the hang of weekends not being all that special when you aren’t working Monday through Friday. I often put off doing big jobs around the house until the weekend because that’s just how I think. Then, when I find myself at Costco playing bumper carts and dodging roaming herds of huge families I wonder why I didn’t go on Wednesday at 9 AM when the store is relatively quiet.

So the rules of this game are that I’m supposed to link to some people and post the rules. I don’t do the tagging thing, though and there’s a lot of it going around so tap, tap, no give backs – YOU’RE IT!

Huge shout out to TheMarathonMama for tagging me and giving me fodder for this last day of NaPloBoMo. I’m done!

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Welcome to The Modern World

I’ve been a New Yorker subscriber on and off for years. It started when I was in college and read a fantastic short story in my roommate’s New Yorker. I was hooked. And of course, no matter how busy you are there are always the jokes.

When I found myself with a house full of unread New Yorkers I quit subscribing. A few years later I couldn’t resist and ponied up again. I now have a year’s worth of New Yorkers that need to be read. I do read the jokes every week, though.

If that fails me I can always just go to YouTube and get my New Yorker humor that way. Like this:

I’m not convinced that the animation and sound add much to the equation. What do you think?

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The Right Choice

When I wrote my post about girls and swimming it reminded me of some t-shirts I’ve seen on these girls so I had to share.

Shirt 1


Back

Shirt 2

Shirt Front

Shirt Back

Go You Girls – Swim Fast!

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¡¡Viva La Revolution – Coma una Cookie!!

There’s a terrible movement afoot. A movement that warrants a revolution. A movement that will have us all wearing cranky pants and scowling.

Sesame Street just released some early episodes on DVD and they come with a warning – “These early ‘Sesame Street’ episodes are intended for grown-ups, and may not suit the needs of today’s preschool child.” !!!! I raised my 3 very fine children on Sesame Street only to learn it was loaded with adult only content? How can that be?

It turns out that having a monster who loves cookies is simply not acceptable in today’s world. Apparently cookie love = terrible corruption. Who would have guessed? Let the Cookie monster parody a PBS host and be shown smoking a pipe and then eating it and uh oh…. that is WAY too adult. Oh the corruption!

In that same vein, I guess I should have been able to predict the well intentioned parent who decided that providing treats of cookies and candy to the high school kids during finals week was evil and unacceptable. She decided that what they really need is brain food – carrots and string cheese. Oh yeah – that’s what hard working students who have stayed up all night cramming for fnials need – carrots. The students, oddly enough are not appreciative of this change in between exam culinary faire. In fact, they are totally pissed off about it.

It’s time to fight back, people. It’s time to TAKE BACK THE COOKIE! Reclaim your right and the right of your children to indulge in a hot, gooey chocolate chip wonder from time to time. Do not let “them” take this away from you. Today your cookie, tomorrow…..who know? You might go to buy cereal and find nothing on the shelf but Musli.

Farewell Trix – we knew you well…. We knew you when you were for kids.

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Girls Gone Wildly Athletic

Greyhound wrote a really great post the other day about kids who swim competitively, probably on US teams (the training ground for future Olympians). He noted, among other things, that the girls at swim practice were confident and when the boys teased them they gave at least as well as they got. No cowering and giggling for them.

I have a perspective on those girls that Greyhound is not privy to, though. I find these young women endlessly inspiring and entertaining if not a tad loud for that hour of the morning. Admittedly I have a bit of a love/hate relationship with them I’ve developed as a result of sharing a locker room with them a couple days a week. A locker room full of women changing from street clothes to suits and from suits to being naked in the shower. .

One of the funniest parts about having them in the locker room is that these girls with their perfect bodies and their little buns the size of a pair of grapefruit use a lot of elaborate maneuvers involving towels and shirts to get undressed without revealing anything – until the towel comes off and they are in a suit that could fit 3 to a band-aid box. Once they are comfortably clothed in their nearly non-existent suits they prance out to the deck like they own the place. I don’t think they are self conscious in a particularly pathalogical way – I think they are just at an age where kids have an overblown need for modesty.

Before they go off to lift weights or swim laps I can catch them in the mirror taking furtive glances around the room at the middle aged and older women. I can tell when I catch the expression on their faces that they are thinking “I will NEVER look like THAT! EW!!!!” because even the most fit women sport at least a little cellulite. I want to give these girls my most sympathetic and motherly look and say, “there, there… it’s not so bad”.

I don’t, though. As grossed out as they are they have more important things to think about like themselves, the meet they are training for, the classes they are taking and the boys they are figuring out how to attract without giving up who they are in the process. Just the other day Dear Abby advised a young women who only seemed to be able to attract boys as friends that perhaps she should emphasize your feminine side and present yourself in a different light. This may mean temporarily downplaying your involvement in sports and amping up your “girlishness”.

I like to think that my young athletic acquaintances in the locker room would kick her dimpled ass for that crappy advice. I’m pretty sure they would.

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Thank Heaven For Wine

Praise Be! for the wine industry. Not so much because I love wine although I do rather like it on occasion. Were it not for the ever growing wine industry California would be wall to wall houses and malls. All available land would be paved over with concrete and asphalt save for the occasional small spot of sod and the air would be filled with the din of automobiles and trucks. Actually that second part is pretty much true but thanks to our expanding need for wine some of the land is covered in vineyards. I noticed some olive groves today, too. Right on! If your head is filled with visions of dipping sourdough bread in olive oil and sipping wine you are so my kind of person.

So it’s really true – you really don’t forget how to ride a bike . At least I didn’t. I went out at 10ish with my friends and went for a comfortable and really beautiful 16 mile ride, mostly on paved trails. When we ran out of trails we rode through the vineyards. My friend Sandy wanted to stop at the Wente Champagne tasting room and see what they had to offer but I was hungry by then and was pretty sure that a taste of Champagne would have me lying in the gutter in no time so I demurred and we rode on.

I tried out the aerobars that Momo so generously gave me (in addition to the ones that DPR so generously gave me. Internet friends are the BEST!). The second I put my hands on them I rode off the paved trail and into the gravel. WHOA! To my credit I didn’t freak out and just fall over. I actually managed to get my hands back on the handle bars, clip out and stop. I must be getting better at this biking stuff. I tried them several more times during the ride and I’m getting there. I’ll have to practice on the trainer to get really confident though. Riding aero is kind of a wobble-fest, non?

The house is empty, the leftovers are gone and it is entirely too quiet around here. All I hear is the syncopated rhythm of my dog’s toenails clacking across the floor against the clicking of my keyboard as I write yet another vapid NaBloPoMo! post. Thanksgiving was over way too soon but the end of this writing sufferfest won’t come soon enough. Apologies for the constant drivel. I promise I’ll step away from the keyboard after my final NaBlo post on November 30.

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If I Can Just Get Up the Will



I have 2 opportunities to go for a bike ride tomorrow. I could go out at 8 AM when it is still about 40 degrees out but getting warmer. The 8 AM group are fast and ready to really hit it hard after a 4 day weekend of gluttony.

Or I could go out at 10 AM with a much slower, more relaxed group who ride recreationally and don’t race.

Or I could snub my bike again.

I haven’t ridden since SOMA.

I think I need to go out with the 10 AM group and just enjoy a leisurely ride – just to prove to myself that the old addage about riding a bike is true because at this point I have my doubts.

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Poof!

One minute you are foot loose and fancy free and the next you are trying to comfort a crying baby. One minute you are up to your elbows in dirty diapers and piles of laundry consisting of liliputian sized garments and the next you are dropping them off for the first day of kindergarten. One minute you are reading them a story and tucking them in bed and the next you are helping them move into the dorm. One minute you are helping them cope with the rigors and stress of college life and the next you are helping them pack the car to move to another state. One minute you are making a Thanksgiving feast and sitting down with your whole family and other guests and the next minute you are taking your daughter and son in law to the airport to return to their very adult and fully independent life.

It was so nice to have all the kids here if only for a moment. Tonight Daughter number one is back in the mid-west, daughter number two is out with her college friends (which might not be tolerable if it weren’t for the fact that she will be back in 3 weeks) and small son is off with a friend working on a school project. He’ll be blowing back through here for a minute on Saturday night before he heads back to Southern California.

I feel like I’ve crashed from a sugar high. I was going to go for a run to pick myself up but I managed to sidestep that by reading blogs until it got dark. I suppose I could just go eat some more pie but I don’t think that will really do the trick. Where is the teleporter when you need one?

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A Glimpse at my Day

And a lovely day it was. There was cooking and eating and visiting and Trivial Pursuit and it was fun and I loved it. No Turkey Trot for me, though – no time! I will try to get a run in tomrrow.

Thanks to all for the Thanksgivng well wishes – the feelings are mutual!

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We Know How It’s Done – we just aren’t up to it

All the kids are home. Pookie got here at about 3:30 AM and Small Son (who is bigger than me but who I call Small Son to keep him in line) got here at about 4:30 AM. Whereas Pookie came in and threw herself on my bed and declared “Mama I’m SO glad to be home!!” so I knew she was here, Small Son did not. When I woke up at 6:00 to go swimming I was afraid to look out the window and see if his car was out there, lest it be not. It was and the world was right!

My plan for the night was that we would all drink delicious drinks and get merry and play Trivial Pursuit. In reality we drank delicious drinks and we are all ready for sleep at 9:30. We really know how to party – woo hoo!

Tomorrow we will cook and drink and eat and be Merry and we will all tell each other what we are Thankful for. I am Thankful for so much. For good health, good friends, great kids, the means to enjoy the day, and love and wellness. I know that is a little redundant but can we give thanks for love and for good health enough? I think not. Those are the 2 most important things in the world and we have them in abundance and for that I am eternally thankful.

Happy Thanksgiving to all.

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