Musings
I wonder:
...what's happened to, "If everyone jumped off a bridge, would you?" I was in Target the other day, and a little boy said to his mother, "But moooooooooooommmmm, alllllll the other kids at camp have one!" And she said, "Well, if everyone else has one, okay. Put it in the cart." If my mother had said that to me, it would have been in a tone dripping with sarcasm (and it would've been preceded, and followed, by a cocked eyebrow that still stops my siblings and me dead in our tracks. You do not want to be on the receiving end of my mom's eyebrow. Ever.).
...whether my siblings and I are going to get the eyebrow when we throw my mom a 70th birthday party this fall. She's explicitly told my dad and my oldest sister that she doesn't want a party, but no one seems fazed by this. So, I guess I'm jumping off the bridge with the rest of those idiots.
...whether I'll reverse myself on my decision to roll with the gas station attendant who insists on calling me "baby." I used to get all huffy about it, but I've recently decided that it's not worth the effort to get so worked up, or to drive two extra blocks to the gas station that's the same price but without the accompanying harassment. Sometimes, when I'm in situations that make my blood boil, I just decide to adopt a different persona, one who's endlessly patient and non-judgmental (i.e., the total opposite of myself), who's earnest and eager to make nice. And 95 percent of the time? It totally works. So far, so good at the gas station (feminist readers, feel free to blast me).
I confess:
...that I think of Edie Falco to motivate myself when I run. I read an interview in which she talked about getting steroids to counteract the effects of chemo when she was being treated for breast cancer, which helped her long-suffering knees improve to the point where she can now run five miles in 40 minutes. Whereas I, a perfectly healthy person almost 15 years younger than she is, am definitely not at the 8-minute-mile mark yet. I just started being really disciplined about running a few months ago, and I'm slowly working my way up to longer and faster runs (the perfect weather has been helping a ton the last couple of weeks), but I'm still usually closer to 42 or 43 minutes to run five miles. But Edie is pushing me along. Is that ridiculous?
...that I am getting bored of the minutiae of the health reform debate. It's my job to know what's going on, and to care deeply about it, and I do care about whether something meaningful actually happens at the end of the day. But: I am so. sick. of the politics, around both health reform and the Sotomayor confirmation. Someone, I think on NPR, said today that maybe a robot couldn't sit on the Supreme Court, but you could pretty much have a computer do the hearing, it's so obvious what everyone's going to say based on their party and their position. Part of me occasionally loves the theater of it all, but it just seems so constant and inescapable, and it's starting to wear thin.
...that I love VH1's Charm School, hosted by Ricki Lake. I used to think of Ricki and Carnie Wilson as somewhat interchangeable, but watching Carnie host the new-new-new-newlywed game? Ricki is way superior. Even more embarrassing confession? It's highly likely that I will watch "Megan Wants a Millionaire," also on VH1. There's something I like about Megan, as awful a person as she seems to be. Maybe it's because she's at least forthright about being an awful, shallow person.
I love:
...my new nephew (who's not really so new anymore -- he's pushing three months!! -- but new since I last posted). My youngest niece is turning four this month, so despite the huuuuuuuuuge baby boom in the last year (I quit counting, but it's at least 20, probably 30) among people I know, even close friends, it's been a while since there's been a tiny baby in the family. Colin is sweet and cuddly and strong and adorable, and his parents are a great team.
...my new (again, new-ish) orange capri pants. They are so not me, these orange pants (which are more burnt orange than pumpkin orange), and the first day I wore them, I was late for work because I was so uncertain about wearing orange pants, especially to work, but I love them. I still am not quite sure what color toenails work best with them.
I'm surprised:
...that I don't miss Diet Coke as much as I thought I would. I had this bizarre health scare at the end of April, where I was convinced I was having a stroke (at a cocktail reception at work, which was especially awesome), so I've spent the last couple of months running around to various doctors, having various scans and tests and whatnot, feeling guilty about being the classic case of overuse of health care, but figuring it's better to be safe than sorry when it comes to my brain. Anyway, everything came back normal (although my brother-in-law, who's a radiologist, read my MRI and pointed out that I have a deviated septum, which I never knew), but the neurologist thinks I'm having some weirdly-manifesting migraines, and suggested I start taking a boatload of vitamins and quitting my daily Diet Coke. I can still drink it in case of emergency, and maybe that's what makes it more bearable to go without on a regular basis, but I thought it would be completely dreadful being off the sauce. But really, not so much. The main downside is that I drink a ton more water, and have to pee constantly.
...that anyone is reading this. I think most of you have given up on me, or keep up on my life via Facebook. I wonder if I need to give Facebook a rest, because it makes me lazy. Why write a thoughtful blog entry when I can tell 100-something people (I'm selective, not unpopular, right? Right? I shouldn't feel self-conscious that my number is so low?) what I'm doing with my day or how I feel about the guy at work who insisted I've lost all the weight I'd gained when I had my kids? It might be my autumnal resolution to write more, but I think updates will still be fairly few and far between for the rest of the summer.
...what's happened to, "If everyone jumped off a bridge, would you?" I was in Target the other day, and a little boy said to his mother, "But moooooooooooommmmm, alllllll the other kids at camp have one!" And she said, "Well, if everyone else has one, okay. Put it in the cart." If my mother had said that to me, it would have been in a tone dripping with sarcasm (and it would've been preceded, and followed, by a cocked eyebrow that still stops my siblings and me dead in our tracks. You do not want to be on the receiving end of my mom's eyebrow. Ever.).
...whether my siblings and I are going to get the eyebrow when we throw my mom a 70th birthday party this fall. She's explicitly told my dad and my oldest sister that she doesn't want a party, but no one seems fazed by this. So, I guess I'm jumping off the bridge with the rest of those idiots.
...whether I'll reverse myself on my decision to roll with the gas station attendant who insists on calling me "baby." I used to get all huffy about it, but I've recently decided that it's not worth the effort to get so worked up, or to drive two extra blocks to the gas station that's the same price but without the accompanying harassment. Sometimes, when I'm in situations that make my blood boil, I just decide to adopt a different persona, one who's endlessly patient and non-judgmental (i.e., the total opposite of myself), who's earnest and eager to make nice. And 95 percent of the time? It totally works. So far, so good at the gas station (feminist readers, feel free to blast me).
I confess:
...that I think of Edie Falco to motivate myself when I run. I read an interview in which she talked about getting steroids to counteract the effects of chemo when she was being treated for breast cancer, which helped her long-suffering knees improve to the point where she can now run five miles in 40 minutes. Whereas I, a perfectly healthy person almost 15 years younger than she is, am definitely not at the 8-minute-mile mark yet. I just started being really disciplined about running a few months ago, and I'm slowly working my way up to longer and faster runs (the perfect weather has been helping a ton the last couple of weeks), but I'm still usually closer to 42 or 43 minutes to run five miles. But Edie is pushing me along. Is that ridiculous?
...that I am getting bored of the minutiae of the health reform debate. It's my job to know what's going on, and to care deeply about it, and I do care about whether something meaningful actually happens at the end of the day. But: I am so. sick. of the politics, around both health reform and the Sotomayor confirmation. Someone, I think on NPR, said today that maybe a robot couldn't sit on the Supreme Court, but you could pretty much have a computer do the hearing, it's so obvious what everyone's going to say based on their party and their position. Part of me occasionally loves the theater of it all, but it just seems so constant and inescapable, and it's starting to wear thin.
...that I love VH1's Charm School, hosted by Ricki Lake. I used to think of Ricki and Carnie Wilson as somewhat interchangeable, but watching Carnie host the new-new-new-newlywed game? Ricki is way superior. Even more embarrassing confession? It's highly likely that I will watch "Megan Wants a Millionaire," also on VH1. There's something I like about Megan, as awful a person as she seems to be. Maybe it's because she's at least forthright about being an awful, shallow person.
I love:
...my new nephew (who's not really so new anymore -- he's pushing three months!! -- but new since I last posted). My youngest niece is turning four this month, so despite the huuuuuuuuuge baby boom in the last year (I quit counting, but it's at least 20, probably 30) among people I know, even close friends, it's been a while since there's been a tiny baby in the family. Colin is sweet and cuddly and strong and adorable, and his parents are a great team.
...my new (again, new-ish) orange capri pants. They are so not me, these orange pants (which are more burnt orange than pumpkin orange), and the first day I wore them, I was late for work because I was so uncertain about wearing orange pants, especially to work, but I love them. I still am not quite sure what color toenails work best with them.
I'm surprised:
...that I don't miss Diet Coke as much as I thought I would. I had this bizarre health scare at the end of April, where I was convinced I was having a stroke (at a cocktail reception at work, which was especially awesome), so I've spent the last couple of months running around to various doctors, having various scans and tests and whatnot, feeling guilty about being the classic case of overuse of health care, but figuring it's better to be safe than sorry when it comes to my brain. Anyway, everything came back normal (although my brother-in-law, who's a radiologist, read my MRI and pointed out that I have a deviated septum, which I never knew), but the neurologist thinks I'm having some weirdly-manifesting migraines, and suggested I start taking a boatload of vitamins and quitting my daily Diet Coke. I can still drink it in case of emergency, and maybe that's what makes it more bearable to go without on a regular basis, but I thought it would be completely dreadful being off the sauce. But really, not so much. The main downside is that I drink a ton more water, and have to pee constantly.
...that anyone is reading this. I think most of you have given up on me, or keep up on my life via Facebook. I wonder if I need to give Facebook a rest, because it makes me lazy. Why write a thoughtful blog entry when I can tell 100-something people (I'm selective, not unpopular, right? Right? I shouldn't feel self-conscious that my number is so low?) what I'm doing with my day or how I feel about the guy at work who insisted I've lost all the weight I'd gained when I had my kids? It might be my autumnal resolution to write more, but I think updates will still be fairly few and far between for the rest of the summer.
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I always look forward to your blogs. Maybe I should friend request you on facebook instead?
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