Friday, March 18, 2011

Saturday 9

Saturday 9: You Were Meant For Me

1. Have you ever felt that you were “made” for someone or some purpose? I am gifted when it comes to critters. We have a natural rapport, so I feel I was made to be a pet parent.

2. What do you do when you have a problem that you can't do anything about it? Talk to one of my friends. Or confide in my shrink. Sometimes hearing myself talk about it gives me a fresh perspective and the way becomes clearer.

3. If marijuana were to be legalized, do you think it should be taxed? Sure

4. What is one thing you should never do on a first date? Bring him back to your place. You always want to be able to slip away if it suddenly stops going well.

5. If someone (at gunpoint) forced you to receive a portrait tattoo of someone, who would it be? My all-time heroine, JBKO.

6. Is tomorrow going to be a good day? Sure. Like Annie sang, "Tomorrow! Tomorrow! I love 'ya, tomorrow! You're always a day away ..."

7. Anything fabulous happen to you last night? Nope.

8. For a few years in a row, you receive a nice tax refund: do you make an adjustment with your payroll deduction so they’ll take less, or do you leave it that way so that you can continue to receive the big check every spring? I leave it the way it is. I know it doesn't make sound fiscal sense, but I have a reason. If I end up doing freelance-for-pay, I don't want to find myself owing.

9. When was the last time you had butterflies in your stomach? Before an early-morning client presentation. I wasn't worried about the public speaking part of it. I was concerned that we wouldn't get there in time.

I like apples

Found this over at Endomental.



Your Inner Fruit Flavor is Apple



You are a late bloomer, and you may be coming into your own right now.

You follow your own path, and the turns you take are often unexpected and inspired.



You are goal driven but patient. You know that the journey is just as important as the destination.

You feel different from everyone else, and that's okay. You're happy to rock your own style.


In praise of my cheap polyester sheets

Yes, they're almost shiny. And yes, I feel like I may just slide out of bed. And I realize that in warmer weather I may feel like they're sticking to me. But after a week I still love my new polyester (that's 100% poly, not poly/cotton) sheets. Here's why:

1) The little pale blue peace symbols and hearts. I think they were designed for a little girl with a full-sized bed, but never mind. Ever since I saw HAIR, I am into peace symbols again.

2) They dry instantly.

3) Even after laundering, they haven't shrunk one iota and the fitted sheet still fits neatly over my mattress.

4) They were soooooo cheap on sale. Like 60% off.

Ok, so now I've seen it

I have spent part of my sick day watching the Taylor-Burton Cleopatra. I have been reading about this film for as long as I can remember, but haven't ever watched it till today.

Elizabeth Taylor in her prime is so beautiful that it's ridiculous -- almost as ridiculous as her eye makeup and headdresses. (Trust me, the two at right are tasteful. Wish I could find a shot of her truly trippy serpent skull cap.) Richard Burton's acting is so over the top that you long for Marlon Brando's Antony in Julius Caesar. Brando delivered his lines as though he was Antony and the thoughts were spontaneously occurring to him. Burton makes sure we all realize he's reciting speeches.

But it's fun to let your mind wander as you watch, trying to guess scene by scene if Liz and Dick had started doing it in their dressing rooms yet.

Trust me, the making of this movie is juicier and sexier to read about than the final product is to endure.

OW!

Woke up with a bitch of a headache! I swallowed some meds and now I think all I need is some uninterrupted sleep. Hope I can skip the nauseous part ...

Image: m_bartosch / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Grab a hankie

Had lunch today with my friend Ed. He's the one with newly-wed daughter, now 25, who has been battling leukemia for the last six months or so. He talked about how brave she's been throughout this ordeal, but that every now and again it wears her out and she gets sad, weepy and childlike.

Which is why, every time Ed and his wife go to New York to stay their daughter as she recovers from chemo, they remember to pack "Pink Baby."

Their little girl was never much for words -- her gifts ran to music and art. So they weren't surprised by the unimaginative name she gave her favorite baby doll: "Pink Baby" was so named for her pink dress and bonnet. Back when she was in preschool she couldn't sleep if Pink Baby wasn't beside her.

So now, when Mama and Daddy pick her up at the hospital after another round of chemo and tuck her into bed with Pink Baby beside her, she knows it's OK to give in to the weakness, pain and fear and let the love and comfort she gets from her parents and her baby doll work like a balm.

I wish Ed's life was going more smoothly. Three years ago, he survived a bout with cancer himself. Shortly thereafter, he lost his job. The strain of their daughter's illness, his unemployment, her being the sole breadwinner and the cost of flying to and from New York every month has caused a certain strain between them. I suppose that's to be expected -- they are each only human and doing the best they can under horrible circumstances. But still, it makes me sad. And I'm so fucking sick of money worries -- my own and everyone else's!

Thank goodness for the bizarre, wacky news story that this company finds itself at the center of. If a public display of kink can't distract you from the problems at hand, nothing can!

They speak Spanish in Costa Rica

My best friend is off to Costa Rica on Thursday morning. He, his wife and his younger daughter are off to meet up with his older girl, who has been there a week already with a group from school. (She's an exceptional young lady, very serious about community service. So far this week, she and her classmates have helped out at an organic paper factory and a tree conservancy, visited a bat refuge, hiked a lot and seen tarantulas and wild boar.) As a family they will visit a volcano and the rainforest and then soak up the sun for a few days at a beach resort.

These are memories they'll cherish forever and I'm happy for him. I miss him, too.

Between his daughter's school trip and this week en famille, March is a very expensive month for them. Plus they're visiting Martha's Vineyard this June with friends they met through their daughters' private school. This couple -- a hedge fund manager and a lawyer -- are wealthy and, it seems, can afford to travel often. The two families went skiing together in Beaver Creek over Thanksgiving and spent a long Presidents' Day weekend in Crested Butte.

My friend doesn't make much more than I do and his wife is a stay-at-home mom. In order to afford all this, they are going to have to pass on Jazz Fest in New Orleans, an annual trip with his sister, her husband and their kids. It's too bad, but we all have to admit that sometimes we can't afford to live the way our friends do (witness me and Barb last week).

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

My first Idol post of the season

I like J.Lo as a judge. I didn't expect to, but I do. She's very into it, and her comments are compassionate but relevant. Kind of like an earthbound, sane Paula. Steven Tyler simply cracks me up. He's just as eccentric as I expected him to be. And I still don't care much for Randy, Dawg.

Anyway, I liked Haley's "I'm Your Baby Tonight," even though she left the judges lukewarm. Maybe it's because I always liked that song and haven't heard it in a while ...

Same with Casey's "Feels Like Teen Spirit." It's a cool song that I haven't heard in forever, and I might be responding more to the song than the performance. But still, I thought Casey sounded genuine. "Here we are now/entertain us."

I thought Stefano's "If You Don't Know Me By Now" was completely hitsville. Love the song, love the performance.

Lauren's "I'm the Only One" was great. (How can Melissa Etheridge possibly be gay when we've clearly slept with the same guys?) Her voice was sensual and passionate.

Don't know how I feel about Paul. He is, as Steven said, the very definition of a "cool dude in a loose mood." His Elton cover was memorable but ... a little precious and pretentious. But maybe he'll grow on me. Same with James' Bon Jovi cover. He seemed to working too hard on bringing a rocker/crazy personality to the Idol stage. You, James, are no Daughtry.

The rest? I didn't love 'em or hate 'em. They just didn't stand out for me.

But it's early. I take my Idol very seriously and reserve the right to completely change my mind about everybody next week!

"I'm wearing glasses, so I'm serious."

Yesterday this agency suffered another dozen layoffs. This morning we had a huge meeting to clear the air about it, which was nice. We have endured a certain amount of public scrutiny recently, and it was good to get the news from management instead of the blogosphere.

After the BIG meeting, we had our weekly staff meeting. One of my more enduringly annoying coworkers seems to been shaken up by this last round because she showed up wearing her glasses and asking remedial questions about a project we have been working on since November.

I know she was trying to make an impression and she did. I'm just not sure it's the one she meant to make.

And this is part of why I wish my vacation would just get here. I need an attitude adjustment.

Image: Michal Marcol / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

I Want Wednesday

I want to be on vacation. I want the next week and a half to zoom by. There, I said it.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

"Radiation Surge Forces Works to Suspend Nuclear Containment Efforts"


Workers at a quake-damaged atomic power plant suspended operations and evacuated Wednesday after a surge in radiation made it too dangerous to remain there, dealing a setback to Japan’s frantic efforts to stem a nuclear crisis.

"All the workers there have suspended their operations. We have urged them to evacuate, and they have," Japan's chief cabinet secretary, Yukio Edano said, according to a translation by NHK television.

Edano said that a surge in radiation Wednesday morning meant workers were unable to continue even minimal efforts at the stricken nuclear plant.

About 45 minutes later, though, radiation levels near the plant came back down, he said. It's possible that evaporation from reactor No. 3 may have caused the temporary surge, Edano said, although that can't be immediately confirmed.The cabinet secretary added that there was no need to broaden the overall evacuation radius around the nuclear complex.

Is it possible to break the earth? Have we ruined the planet? Now what? This is too scary.

With friends like these, I shoulda been a nurse

Let's see now ...

My friend John had a setback and wound up back in the hospital. After two months off work, battling an infection, he returned to the office on Valentine's Day. Now, a mere month later, he is once again too weak for a 40-hour workweek and is back to half days.

My former admin, Amy, is in the hospital as we speak. She had surgery on her bowels and when she leaves the hospital, she will need a colostomy bag. I feel bad because she's so young for this (45). But she's had gut trouble for as long as I've known her. If this procedure alleviates that, after decades, it may be a blessing.

My oldest friend is still very loopy. She's recovering from wrist/elbow surgery four days ago. She told me her ankles have swollen and that it might be a reaction to the pain meds, or maybe kidney failure. She's going to the doctor tomorrow. If I seem nonchalant about this development, it's only because she's being very devil may care about it herself. Mostly she wanted to talk about a Three Stooges DVD she received as a "get well" gift.

My Aunt Jo had her gall bladder removed a couple weeks ago. Her recovery was proceeding according to plan until she overdid it at WalMart. She was so happy to be out and about, grocery shopping, that hurt herself while pushing her cart and is back in bed (though it's a bed in her home, not a hospital).

Oy!

I keep trying to find the pony in all this. I have concluded that it's this: at least none of my loved ones are in Japan.

10 on Tuesday

Ten "green" things I do regularly. In honor of St. Patrick's Day, I'm wearing green all week. But that's not the kind of green I'm thinking of. These are the planet-benefiting habits.

1) CFL bulbs throughout the house.

2) I recycle paper, plastic and aluminium.

3) With Shout Color Catchers, I'm able to combine whites and (most) bright colors. This way I reduce the number of loads of laundry I do each week. (I still wash deep navys and blacks separately, though.)

4) I wash everything in cold water on the energy-saving setting.

5) Woolite Dry Cleaner's Secret reduces the number of garments I take to the cleaners.

6) When I do go to the cleaners, I return the wire hangers.

7) I bring my own canvas bag to the store (when I think of it).

8) If I do leave the store with a plastic bag, I make good use of it at home -- either when I clean the litter box or for holding recyclables until I take them down to the bins downstairs.

9) Weather and time permitting, I take mass transit instead of cabs.

10) At the office, I chug tap water from a big old reusable water bottle.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to stretch. I think I may have strained something, patting myself on the back for my virtuous, tree-hugging ways.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Close to home

I was at my local food pantry Saturday, dropping off a bag of canned goods and mac and cheese and condiments, etc. It's the first time I had been there in a month. I was struck by how busy they were, according to the staff it's the continuing aftermath of February's Big Snow.

Yes, it's melted and gone. But the snow is still making itself felt by families who live paycheck to paycheck -- and missed three days' wages because of the storm. Apparently the more kids a family has, the bigger the impact on the food budget, because these families depend on school lunches and with school closed for three days, they had to pay for three meals/kid themselves.

I know ... I know ... compared to the devastation you see on TV from Japan, this is nothing. At least these folks still have solid ground beneath their feet and roofs over their heads and they know their kids are warm and dry. But these are our neighbors. They still need our help. And we still have kids who need somewhere safe to go after school, veterans who need our support, diseases like diabetes and Parkinson's that require research, and animal shelters that are considered unimportant as budgets -- both governmental and personal -- are slashed. Now, when an earthquake/tsunami is devastating Japan, it's easy to forget about the relentless, day-to-day need here at home.

So I just hope that as you open your hearts and wallets to those in Japan (here's a link for Save the Children and their Earthquake Tsunami Children in Emergency Fund), you don't forget the problems closer to home. I mean, I bet you could toss an extra can of beans or soup into your shopping cart every time you shop without noticing its impact on your bill. Soon you'll have a heavy bag to take to your local food pantry.

Vacation Prep

Two weeks from today I will return to Colonial Williamsburg for my annual spa getaway -- along with a heaping teaspoon of historical geekiness.

I'm getting ready to go. I have my accommodations booked and my spa reservations made. (The first day will be devoted to my feet, with a reflexology massage and a pedi; the second day is all warmth, with a hot stone massage and steamy facial.) And today I booked my limo rides to and from both O'Hare and Richmond Airport.

Last time I was at the local library I grabbed a random Cat Who ... book. I'm not reading them in order -- I just check out whichever one I find on the shelf. This time I left with The Cat Who Went Up the Creek. One of the characters, Polly, is visiting Colonial Williamsburg! I just read the postcard from the Governor's Palace she sent to our hero, Qwill. So I'm considering this slender volume part of my vacation prep, too.

Image: xedos4 / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Annoying!

Every spring my skin gets terribly dry skin. To combat it, I keep the humidifers going at home and I slather/spray/smooth nice, thick moisturizer everywhere I can. Including my back.

The result? A pimple growing under the hooks of my bra. In exactly that spot that the strap rubs across it so no matter how I move, I feel it. I hate how many of my conscious thoughts have been devoted to the zit on my back.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Movie Monday

This week's movie topic is all about Books in the Movies...Share on your blog some of your favorite bookish flicks (movies that feature books, reading, librarians, bookstores and the like), linking back here at The Bumbles.

Shadowlands. I loved this movie when it first came out but haven't thought about it in ages. (Shame on me.) An American divorcee, an aspiring writer named Joy (played by Debra Winger) is a huge fan of author CS Lewis. She's enchanted by his ideas and the way his mind works, as represented by the words on the page. She begins a correspondence with him and he (Anthony Hopkins) is equally as impressed by the way she seems to be able to see him so clearly without ever having met him. She flies to Oxford, they meet and then slowly, gently, unexpectedly fall in love. I don't want to be a spoiler, but something major and terribly sad happens that will strike you as cruel. These two waited so long to find one another and then this happens! At one point Joy tells Lewis that we can't enjoy life's happiness without suffering its pain. "That's the deal." That's life. Wise words, but such a hard lesson.

It's a true story, which adds to its poignancy. I also embrace the idea that a sensitive someone can see into our souls by the words we write. Also, their faith was a powerful bond between them. They were both converts to Christianity -- he from atheism and she from Judaism -- and that's an unusual topic for a mainstream film with Oscar-worthy stars.

Sunday Stealing

Sunday Stealing: The Burnt Toast Meme, Part Two

17. Who would you like to show up at your door to say they love you? Mark Harmon. Of course, he could show up at my office wearing his white and carry me off into the sunset, thereby combining two fantasies.

18. Last furry thing you touched? My cat Joey

19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days? Crestor for my cholesterol and Allegra D for my allergies.

20. Do you miss film or does digital work for you? Digital is fine, except I keep forgetting to get the photos printed up.

21. Favorite age you have been so far? 35. I felt very sexy and womanly, and I was happy in love.

22. Your worst enemy? Me

23. What is your current desktop picture? Jackie Kennedy Onassis keeping her cool even as pursued by paparazzi. It's there to remind me that when the going gets tough, you've got to just put on your sunglasses and keep going.

24. What was the last thing you said that was funny? I'm such a veritable laugh riot that I can't recall

25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be? The money. I'm terrified of flying.

26. Who can't you say “no” to? My best friend. When he thinks I'm not acting in my own best interest, he often talks sense to me in his "dad voice."

27. The last song you bought or downloaded? "Frank Mills" from Hair.

28. What time of day were you born? Midnight. Since it doesn't legally exist, my mother had to choose between 11:59 PM and 12:01 AM. She went with 12:01 AM.

29. What’s your favorite number? Why? 7 -- I don't know why.

30. Where did you live in 1987? On the other side of the tracks. Literally. If the train tracks weren't outside my current abode, I could see my old one from here.

31. Are you jealous of anyone? Yes.

32. Is anyone jealous of you? I suspect so.

33. It's been almost a decade. Where were you when 9/11 happened? I was getting ready for work. Putting on makeup when the first plane hit, tying my shoes when the second plane hit, and listening to the coverage on my Walkman, walking up Randolph, when the third plane hit. I got to the office in tears and was told to turn around and go home -- the Chicago Police were shutting our building down because it housed the Israeli consulate and no one was sure who was behind the attacks, or if Chicago and LA were next. In retrospect, I have no idea why I got on the train at all, why I didn't just stay home where I belonged. Shock, I suppose.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Saturday 9

Saturday 9: St. Patrick's Day

1. St. Patrick's Day is March 17th (Thursday). Do you celebrate and wear green? Drink Green Beer? Ignore it? I celebrate my 15% of Irishosity by wearing green.

2. If a leprechaun told you that you could have any amount of money from his pot of gold but it had to be a specified amount for a specified item, how much would you ask for and what would it be for? $80,000, so my niece could go away to the college of her dreams.

3. One of the symbols of St. Patrick's Day is the leprechaun. Name a celebrity that you think would look good as a leprechaun. Name a celebrity that would look ridiculous as a leprechaun. Is there any one celebrity that would make a really scary leprechaun? Mickey Rooney would be an adorable leprechaun. John Mayer would be a ridiculous leprechaun. Mel Gibson is a really scary whatever-the-fuck-he-is.

4. For a prize of $1,000,000,000 you are challenged to make yourself a costume for a St. Patrick's Day party. The ONLY rules are that you aren't allow to use clothing and it has to be green. Using anything other than clothing, describe your costume to us using ANYTHING else in the house. I would wear my green afghan as my magic cloak and declare myself QUEEN of the leprechauns. Award me the prize money or risk my wrath.

5. What day of the week is your busiest? Tell us about your schedule. Wednesday. We have our staff meeting at 11:00. It's really the worst possible time in that it cuts the busiest part of my day in two.

6. No matter what's going on in your life, what always makes you smile? I always respond to this song. I guess it's written in the key that my soul is singing.



7. Of all the clothes you own, what do you feel most comfortable wearing, and why? Jeans and a t-shirt

8. On what television show—either past or present—would you like to make to make a guest appearance, and what role would you play? NCIS. I want Gibbs to protect me from harm. Even if it means covering my body with his own. And staying there for hours. Maybe even all night.

9. What else is on your mind? Go ahead and rant. My oldest friend's life is spinning out of control. Like she's caught in a downward spiral. I keep reaching out to her but I can't seem to pull her out of this cycle.

Friday, March 11, 2011

A meme for a Friday evening

Swiped from Kwizgiver

So, what did you do today? Worked out. Finished up our April acquisition project. Thoroughly enjoyed a Five Guys cheeseburger for dinner as I waited for the grocery delivery guy

What was the last movie you watched? All About Eve

What's your favorite type of donut? Plain chocolate glazed or a nice chocolate frosted longjohn

What was the last non-alcoholic beverage you consumed? I am drinking a Coke

What color are your headphones? Gray and black

Who is your last text from? My friend Kathleen

How do you make money? Selling stuff

What color did you last paint your nails? Revlon Oh My Magenta

What color is your wallet? Brown leather

Do you currently have feelings for anybody? Yes, I have a lot of feelings for many people (Kwiz' original answer)

Do you know any "cougars"? No

What's your favorite t.v show? NCIS

Have you ever been to a concert? Yes

Who was the last person you were in a car with? Cab driver

Are you in love? With who? I'm a little in love with lots of men.

What's your job title? Associate creative director

Do you shave your armpits? It's been known to happen

Do you think that piercings are trashy? Depends on who and what

Is the light on in the room you're in? Yes

Favorite fruit: Banana

Where is the person you dislike the most? Wherever he is, he should only stay

How about the person you have feelings for? How about him?

Do you prefer glass or plastic cups? Glass

Is your house big or small? Small

Can you whistle? Not in the least

Do you wear bows in your hair? Nuh-uh

Has anybody ever been obsessed with you? Define obsessed. I have received more attention than I have wanted.

My first audible "OH, NO!" of the season

My heroes in Cubbie blue faced the Forces of Darkness today for the first time in 2011. We were never behind, and at one point (that would be the top of the 9th), the score was 4-0. It was feeling like a gas and a giggle and I was so happy.

And then ... somehow the Sox managed a 6-hit, 3-run 9th and the game suddenly became a nail biter. I was sanguine after the first run. I remained calm even after the second run scored. But with the third run, it happened. I moaned my first "OH, NO!" of 2011.

But who's a Gal of Little Faith? The Cubs prevailed and won 4-3. And, since it's a pre-season game, it's really not a big deal.

I just so desperately hate losing to the Sox.

Under the knife

The drama in my oldest friend's life continues. She is in surgery as I write this, having her broken elbow and still-smarting wrist repaired. Recovery time will be a month, maybe two. She's worried about her job, and I think that's a very valid concern. She started there in November and by the time she reaches her 6-month anniversary, she may have already clocked 90 days off (her daughter had the stomach flu, she had bursitis in her shoulder, and now this).

I contacted a lawyer in her Beverly Hills neighborhood and got advice on how best my friend can hang onto this job. The free phone consult was very helpful, with tips on how to word any correspondence with her employers. The key, it seems, is to frame this as a "disability," not an "injury." For she protected from legal termination in the State of California if she became disabled in the workplace; no such protections exist if it's an injury. My friend thanked me for doing this bit of legwork for her but has done nothing the lawyer recommended yet. Her children have been too hard for her to handle and she's tired and hurt.

Her 21-year-old son moved back in with her and his temper has been getting the best of him. He's verbally abusive and likes to punch things (walls and doors) when he's mad. Her 14-year-old daughter has been truant, drank beer during school and brought a stoned-out friend home with her who proceeded to vomit all over my friend's kitchen.

She really doesn't need all this drama, and yet this drama is what she keeps getting.

My best friend's theory is that she is the victim of self-sabotage -- that since she has not turned out to be great at mothering, she doesn't feel she deserves good things. He may be on to something here. For how else do we explain her refusal to shoot off an email that could help her preserve her job? (The lawyer and) I practically wrote it for her. Yes, she's tired and sad and hurt, but she'll be in more dire straits if she has no income.

I worry about her so. I keep hoping that the stress she's under will abate and she'll have a chance to just be happy.

"I love him, but it embarrasses me to walk down the street with him"

My friend Barb and I went to see the revival of Hair last night. I haven't given that show a moment's thought in years (decades?), so I forgot how charming the score is. Here's "Frank Mills," my favorite song of the night.



The rest of the evening was interesting, too. I brought a $20 discount for the restaurant we dined at -- it was a rebate I earned for regularly making our reservations through Open Table. I was very excited about using it to cover our tip, thereby helping me stay on budget for this week.

After the play we stopped at her office to pick up her iPad. I asked her what she used it for and she said, "everything." Not good enough. I'm seriously thinking of getting one to add a year or two to the lifespan of this MacBook. It's still working fine, but unibody is showing signs of wear. If I use an iPad for most things but left the MacBook at home for only Microsoft Word and long-format copy (i.e., work) and Quicken, I'm sure I won't need a new one for at least another year -- when changes in software will drive my purchase decision.

Barb's response? "Gal, just buy a new MacBook. I mean, how much can they cost?"

"$1200," said I.

"Exactly. What's $1200 in the scheme of things?"

"Barb, that's a week's takehome pay."

Embarrassed silence.

I am an associate creative director. I work for a vice president/creative director. Who works for a vice president/group creative director. Which is the job Barb has at another agency. Plus she's a part owner, which makes a big deal come bonus time.

Whereas I haven't had a raise for years.

I think she forgot.

In 2004, I was burned out and I got off the merry-go-round. I freelanced for a year and half before I took this job, which was a $30,000/year paycut from where I had been. That was my conscious choice -- I no longer wanted to be a boss and I hated firing people. So I'm not complaining or whining about that. (I am complaining and whining about not getting a raise for years ... four years, actually, but who's counting?)

So I think Barb forgot that I'm not longer just a rung behind her on the corporate ladder, and I suspect she assumed I my annual salary is still $30,000 more than it is.

It was a sobering moment for both of us. I tried to diffuse the tension by telling her about my new austerity initiative, inspired by my new motto: "Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life." We both laughed ... albeit awkwardly.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Why am I explaining myself?

Today at the health club, the woman dressing beside me saw the book I was dropped beside my gym bag and said, "Well, that's weird. That's a weird book."

"I think it's funny," said I.

"Lots of black women aren't bitter, you know."

"That's not what it's about. It's a pun based on that phrase ...."

"What does that have to do black women?"

"Nothing! That's what I'm trying to explain to you."

Why am I naked, explaining my literature choices to a woman whose name I don't even know? Why does she care what I'm reading? And besides, if she bothered to read the cover before interrogating me, she would see that it says:

Bitter is the New Black
Confessions of a Condescending, Egomaniacal, Self-Centered Smartass, Or, Why You Should Never Carry A Prada Bag to the Unemployment Office

Today's encounter just reinforces my long-held theory that the most annoying people in North America reconnoiter at my local Bally's.

Wednesday, March 09, 2011

It's always sunny in HoHoKam


It's an overcast, damp, drab 43º day here in Chicago. But where my Cubs are playing, in Mesa, it's a sunny, breezy 73º. It doesn't matter that my heroes in pinstripes are kinda sucking today. I mean, it literally doesn't matter because this is only preseason play. And it's fun to hear baseball -- even sucky baseball -- after the long, cold, lonely winter without it.

I also had a dream about my beloved future Hall of Famer, Greg Maddux, last night. He's been in the news lately because he's been mentoring some of the younger Cub pitchers. I dreamed that I saw him walking around by the Chicago River, carrying a golf club and smoking a celebratory cigar after doing especially well in some golf competition. He gave me an autograph and I told him I loved him and he smiled in a self-deprecating way. Apparently my dream took place in the future because he signed it HOF (Hall of Fame) and he won't be eligible until 2014.

I Want Wednesday

I want to remember to "pay it forward." Last night I was carrying the box that contained my new air purifier. The package wasn't heavy but it was unwieldy (at least 20" tall and probably twice as wide), and I had an interesting time maneuvering it onto the train.

A young man (between 25 and 30) not only gave me his seat on the train, he insisted on helping me get it down the stairs. No kidding, he actually said, "I insist you let me take this on the stairs."

Small kindnesses like that don't feel so small to the person on the receiving end. I must remember that and do something similar for someone soon.

Tuesday, March 08, 2011

10 on Tuesday

Greetings from Geek City

I love First Ladies. It's such a high-profile role but it comes with no job description. Everything Mrs. President does is scrutinized and discussed and lauded or criticized beyond its actual value. The way each lady handles the job, the fame, the criticism and the impact it has on her family is like a Rorschach Test.

I'm currently reading The Lincolns by Daniel Mark Epstein and I'm stricken by all the similarities between Mary Lincoln and Jacqueline Kennedy. I'm not talking about those silly Lincoln/Kennedy coincidences that maudlin conspiracy theorists loved quoting in the 1960s. (Lincoln was shot at Ford's theater, and Kennedy was shot in a Lincoln, which made by FORD! Get it?) These reveal a bit more about the ladies involved.

TEN SIMILARITIES BETWEEN MARY LINCOLN
AND JACQUELINE KENNEDY

1) Both women were "daddy's girls." Mary adored Robert Todd and insisted she was his favorite daughter. Jackie's relationship "Black Jack" Bouvier explains her tendency to fall for dashing but emotionally remote men.

2) Both had a difficult time adjusting to life as stepchildren. Mary's mother died when she was just six, and her father soon after remarried, leaving Mary to forever feel slighted in her own home by her stepmother -- a woman Mary believed favored her natural children. Jackie's parents divorced when she 11, and her mother remarried two years later. Jackie found herself one of a household filled with children -- sister Lee, two step-siblings and two much-younger half-siblings.

3) They gave their husbands a touch of class. The Todds of Kentucky lived in a 14-room mansion in Lexington -- a far cry from the log cabin Abraham Lincoln made famous. The Bouviers were first listed in the Social Register in the 19th century, whereas the Kennedy family was rejected by Boston Brahmin culture.

4) Mary and Jackie were fluent in French. While both Abe and JFK were gifted communicators, they both struggled with foreign tongues.

5) Each woman had lost a child before entering the White House. Eddie Lincoln died before his fourth birthday in 1850. Arabella Kennedy was stillborn in 1956.

6) Each woman lost a child as First Lady. Willie Lincoln actually died in The White House when he was 11. Patrick Kennedy never came home from the hospital; he lived for only two days in Summer, 1963.

7) They both set out to beautify the White House. Mary was roundly criticized for spending too much on curtains, furniture and rugs while the country was at war. Jackie's efforts met with greater success because her goal was to restore "The Peoples' House," plus she financed any overages by selling White House souvenir books, not with taxpayer money.

8) Jackie and Mary cured their blues with retail therapy. Neither JFK nor Abe cared for this coping mechanism.

9) Both women were with their husbands when they were shot. Each was eventually buried beside him.

10) As widows, they both abandoned Washington, DC. Mary returned to Illinois, living in Chicago and Batavia (where she was institutionalized for a time) before dying in her sister's home in Springfield, the town where she enjoyed the greatest happiness with her husband. She was 63. Jackie's primary residence, even during the years she was married to Greek shipping magnate Aristotle Onassis, was in New York. She died in her apartment at 1040 Park Avenue in 1994 at age 64.

Considering these women, I am amazed again by JBKO's remarkable fortitude. (Somehow "balls" doesn't seem appropriate when describing a First Lady.) For example, both women were banished from their husband's deathbeds. Mary was crowded out of the tiny bedroom in the private home across the street from Ford's Theater when her husband's Secretary of War shouted, "Get that woman out of here!" Mary allowed herself to be relegated to the parlor while men attended her husband as he moved from life to history. Everyone in that room knew Lincoln was beyond saving. Why did they have to treat poor Mary so cruelly?

In Dallas, the staff at Parkland Hospital treated the most famous patient they would ever have as a homicide victim. With concerns about evidence, protocol was strictly observed, which meant no non-essential personnel in the trauma room. Once it was obvious the President was dying, a priest was summoned. Hearing this, Jackie got off the folding chair where she was waiting for news and attempted to enter Trauma Room One. Nurse Doris Nelson refused her entrance, offering her a sedative instead. The very determined First Lady assured Nurse Nolan, "I'm going to be with him when he dies" and tried to physically shove the nurse aside. The attending physician came over and told Nurse Nelson to bend the rules this once, saying, "It's her right."

Obviously life handed each woman more than her share of adversity. I believe it was an exceptionally steely spine and resolve that makes Jackie seem like a triumphant survivor while Mary is a tragic victim.

Monday, March 07, 2011

The Queen's Meme

How green are you?

1. Do you recycle? Yes, I'm a good little recycler. Paper in one bag. Plastic, glass and aluminum in another.

2. Have you ever hung clothes on a line instead of using the clothes dryer? Does draping them over the shower rod count?

3. Do you walk or bike to work to save energy? I don't own a car, so I get high points here.

4. Do you use a water filter for your tap water or do you buy bottled water? I chug good old tap water all day.

5. How many trees do you kill each year buying new books? OK, I get low marks here. But I love my books. I don't consider keeping a library as bad as printing out memos I don't real need hard copies of.

6. Have you ever considered recycling your cellphone? Considered? Yes. Followed through? (Lowers head in shame.) No.

7. All you need are a few simple non-toxic ingredients like baking soda, vinegar, lemon, and soap to clean your home. Are you willing to throw away the bottled chemicals? Anyone who knows what a lazy housekeeper I am knows how willing I am to never touch a cleanser again!

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Sunday, March 06, 2011

Movie Monday

This week's movie topic is all about Weight...

Share on your blog movies featuring those who want to lose or need to gain extra pounds, linking back here for others to see.

Death Becomes Her. Fat Goldie loses Bruce Willis to willowy but bitchy Meryl Streep, and loses a ton to get him back. (Yes, that really is Goldie Hawn. I swear!)

The Mirror Has Two Faces. Babs works out like a demon to look hot for hubby Jeff Bridges, though to be honest, I didn't feel she looked especially pudgy before all that time at the gym. (Maybe she added muscle tone.)

Bridget Jones' Diary. Oh, how she agonized about her weight! It made her so easy for me to relate to!

Two unexpected expenses

Oh, goodie. Found out this weekend that my eyes have gotten worse over the last year. So instead of spending $100 this month for replacement contact lenses, I am spending more than $600 on new glasses and a new set of lenses. I economized this year over last year -- this year's glasses cost the same as last year's, even though I added photogray lenses, because I stayed "on the wall" and rejected the saleslady's entreaties to select a pair of more expensive frames "from the case."

Then the air purifier tower in my bedroom started grumbling and rumbling. Even with a clean filter, the noise continued. So I know it's just the motor has worn out. No surprise, really, since of the two towers I bought a couple years ago, it's the one nearest the cat's commode (and I have three cats and two boxes) so it's been working extra-hard for more than two years. I comparison shopped and ordered another one from Overstock because it was cheaper in both sticker price and shipping cost than Amazon. I paid with Paypal so that I could use the money I raised by selling books on eBay toward the new appliance.

Both the glasses and the air purifier are important for my health and I want to economize, but not scrimp. Still, I'm not happy that I spent more than $700 on stuff I didn't really budget for and certainly didn't enjoy this weekend.

Oh, well ... sometimes it sucks to be a grown up!

Tuckered out

I don't recall how we got onto the subject last night, but my mother was talking about how great anti-depressants are. I don't necessarily disagree, having been on them for just over three years myself. But my mother was rhapsodizing how much better they work than talk therapy. "I'm one of those people who puts my past behind me."

One: I don't intend to be on anti-depressants for the rest of my life, the way my mother is. This is a result of menopause. When it's safe for me to cast them aside, I shall.

Two: She knows how long I've been in therapy, and how important it is/has been to me. I think she feels I blame her, because the thought of my therapy makes her defensive. It leaves me weary.

Three: My mom has said some really crappy things to me over the last six-eight months. I have chalked it up to her still dealing with stuff ... especially her anger at her sister-in-law, my Aunt Jo. My aunt wants to have a closer relationship with me, and my mother sees red whenever she hears my aunt's name (even though they haven't spent time together since the Clinton Administration). If she, like Charlie Sheen, is able to cure herself with her mind and just put her past behind her, then why is she so pissy?

I confronted her about #3 Saturday night. I told her I'm not trying to change her, that I love her as she is, but that she really does have to be haunted by the people and things from her past because they do color her present. That her anger overrides her compassion and common sense and she blurts things that hurt my feelings.

She said she was sorry, that she didn't realize I was "so sensitive," that when certain subjects come up she doesn't even include me "in the equation," and that from now on she will be more careful. She reiterated that she does love me, and I reminded her that I love her and sometimes still need a mommy. Hurtful things bother me more when they come from her because she's supposed to love me, she's supposed to have my back.

I am glad we cleared the air, I hope she is, too, but it's left me tired, tired, tired.

Saturday, March 05, 2011

Sunday Stealing

Sunday Stealing: The Burnt Toast Meme

Cheers to all of us thieves!

1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought? "Good morning, Beaker."

2. How much cash do you have on you? Approximately $40

3. What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR? Pour

4. Favorite planet? Uranus. Tee hee. I said "anus."

5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone? The cab company dispatcher calling to tell me my cab had arrived. I didn't pick up, seeing as I was in the cab already.

6. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone? An instrumental version of "And I Love Her."

7. What shirt are you wearing? It says, "Celebrate the South."

8. Do you label yourself? I try not to.

9. Name the brand of the shoes you’re currently wearing? I'm barefoot.

10. Bright or Dark Room? Bright

11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you? Most likely charming and wise, since only the best people play Sunday Stealing.

12. What does your watch look like? I have several. The one today has a light brown leather band, a plain white face and big black numerals.

13. What were you doing at midnight last night? I don't remember exactly. Either reading or paying bills.

14. What did your last text message you received on your cell say? From last Sunday, it was about the Oscars.

15. Where is your nearest 7-11? An el stop away.

16. What's a word that you say a lot? "Really?" It's seeped into my vocabulary through Seth Meyers. (Sorry about the crappy audio.)

Saturday 9

Saturday 9: Medicate

1. Do you take a lot of medication? More and more as time goes by. When I was a kid, it was just an OTC Flintstones vitamin a day. Now I've got three prescriptions I take every day.

2. Name one of your flaws and tell us about it. I can be very impatient with people. I want what I want and I want it NOW!

3. Have you ever won first place? If yes, tell us about your victory! Long ago movie critic Gene Siskel had a trivia contest in the Chicago Tribune. Yours truly won $500.

4. Who is the last person to make you smile? What was happening? A coworker wished me luck on Monday morning's big client presentation.

5. Describe a time when you should have tried harder. This past week, I fell off the diet bandwagon with a thud. I was stupid and lazy. I purchased and practically inhaled some Fannie Mays without much thought or even enjoyment. Picking up the candy was an old habit I should have tried harder to break.

6. What are you best at? I am a very good friend.

7. If someone was going to make a movie or TV show about your life, who would play you and why? Carrie Fisher. We're the same height and age, we share a sensibility, and now, as we're in our 50s, a weight problem.

8. Name 3 things that you think are strange. Charlie Sheen, the birther movement and the Gyro-Bowl.

9. What is one lesson you have learned in the past 12 months? The Beatles were right all along: "Pride can hurt you, too."

Friday, March 04, 2011

Oh, where do I begin?

There is a major institute of higher learning just outside of Chicago. Like many schools, it has classes on, and a department that studies, human sexuality. After class, 100 of the 600 students enrolled in class stayed after for a not-mandatory, completely voluntary discussion with a pair of self-described Kinky People (or KPs). The conversation turned to bondage and female sexuality. the KPs insists that it can be efficient and gratifying for women, and they hope they could remove the stigma that bondage is painful, violent or unpleasant.

IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE, YOU MAY WISH TO QUIT READING NOW.

At this point, the male KP laid out a towel as the female KP undressed. She laid down on the towel. The male KP took out a phallus attached to a fast-moving power tool and used it on the female KP. The female KP was quite pleased with this demonstration, which she hoped would prove that sex toys often considered outside the main stream can be fun for women.

While none of the students complained, and no one has implied that either of the KPs were there under duress, someone tipped off the press. The story has been all over the newspapers. The KPs have been photographed (clothed, thank God) and giving interviews.

WHY AM I SHARING THIS WITH YOU?

Mr. KP works at my agency! On a major account -- though, blessedly, not the one I work on. Naturally it's an account with headquarters right here so our clients likely have seen the coverage of Mr. KP's "class work." It wasn't that long ago (2/08) that my agency received tons of unwanted media attention because one of our executives took a header out of a high-rise window into Friday rush hour traffic. Now this. Isn't the Recession enough? Do we need this, too?

It's one thing for the KPs to have participated in this demonstration. The college is internationally recognized and they may have truly believed they were helping people better understand human sexuality. Fair enough. I'm not going to judge them for that.

BUT GIVING INTERVIEWS? Really, people? The college was more than willing to keep the KPs identity secret. But no, they came forward. What were they thinking?

I have been alternately laughing and shaking my head about this all day.

Oh well, at least it's taken my mind off Charlie Sheen.

I went over again this week


I have exceeded my Monday through Friday calorie limit already, and I still have one day to go. Observing my food diary I see two glaring problems -- I have had only two, 30-minute workouts this week and that hasn't burned up enough calories, certainly not enough to make up for all the chocolate I consumed Tuesday.

Bad Gal! It's not worth it, it's really not. And I must remember that.