These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 60!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live in the burbs and work in the city (Chicago, the best city in the world). I'm an aunt, a friend and a colleague. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
1. Boxers? Briefs? Boxer briefs? Thongs? Bikinis? Commando?This lady prefers Hanes Her Way cotton panties.
2. What’s your fussiest personal care routine? I'm always careful to exfoliate before I apply antioxidants and moisturizer.
3. Do you have a favorite tool? Power or manual? This is why I have a handyman.
4. Can you change your own oil? Do you? I take trains and buses and they employ mechanics for this very purpose.
5. What’s the “manliest / 'womenliest” thing you do on a regular basis? Linger at the cosmetic counter.
6. What’s something “manly” that you never learned how to do? Urinate on a tree
7. Do you ever cry? If so, what’s your trigger? I'm not a big crier. But certain movies do set off the waterworks.
8. Do you have a chivalrous streak? How does it manifest itself? Yes. And it's manifesting itself by my being so polite that I don't tell you what I really think of you providing the link with the definition.
9. Do you have a chauvinistic streak? How does it manifest itself? Gee, I don't know. What does "chauvinistic" mean? OH, WAIT! That's just my sarcastic streak manifesting itself.
10. What’s your favorite movie? The Way We Were. I believe this is the 21st mention of it on this blog.
11. What’s the dumbest, testosterone-inspired thing you’ve ever seen? Adolescent boys on their bikes and skateboards. They display little fear and less sense.
12. What quality do you think makes a good man good? Do you have that
quality? Not unlike the quality that makes a woman good -- integrity. And yes, I try to display it.
13. Toilet seat up or down? Really?
14. If your significant other is away, do you cook for yourself or eat
out of cans and boxes (or rely on local drive-throughs and delivery)? I rely on drive throughs and delivery regardless of the company.
15. What societal expectation of being a man / women do you most resent? Huh?
16. What’s the best part - societal-wise - about being a man / women? This meme reminds me of the conversations leading up the Billie Jean King-Bobby Riggs tennis tournament ... in 1973.
17. Will you stop to ask for directions? Of course.
18. What’s one thing about your significant other that you just cannot
understand, no matter how hard you try? Why doesn't he leave Pam Dawber for me?
19. What do you need to have in the shower? Shampoo and conditioner..
20. Do you burp/fart/scratch? Do you do anything stereotypically male? I don't think it's possible for anyone go through life without ever burping/farting/scratching. As far as doing something "stereotypically male" ... hmmmm .... I guess my passionately following the Cubs year after year might be considered more masculine than feminine. (Or maybe just more optimistic than pessimistic.)
Today's prompt: Introduce Yourself. I'm just a blogger who really, really wants to feel the Christmas spirit.The season is less than a month long and I want to enjoy it. In years gone by I have really loved the carols and decorations and sense of pervasive good will. But this year, I'm struggling.
The biggest reason for this is my mom's passing. She died on September 13 of this year, and she was the hub of our family at the holidays.
And that means our family traditions are evolving. I realized over Thanksgiving that while our family traditions were familiar, they weren't necessarily happy. As my mom's life drew to a close, I made a conscious effort to "keep a lid on things," to get along because I wanted our time together -- hers and mine -- to be as peaceful and pleasant for her as possible. I kept thinking of the lyrics to a Beatle song, "Two of Us": You and I have memories longer than the road that stretches on ahead.
Spending Thanksgiving in a restaurant, all dressed up like a big girl,
surrounded by dear old friends felt more comfortable than many of the
tense, awkward holiday meals I've had in the recent past with siblings.
So I'm making my way through this first, pivotal holiday season without my mother the best way I know how -- with my words. Over the next month I expect to miss her a great deal, but I also hope to discover a lot of joy, too.