Wednesday, June 20, 2012

THURSDAY THIRTEEN #176

THIRTEEN THINGS ABOUT JUNE, 1942

Sir Paul McCartney turned 70 (!) on June 18. He is still working, still participating in high-profile performances like the Queen's Diamond Jubilee and the upcoming Opening Ceremonies of the London Olympics.

This got me thinking about how much the world has changed since he entered it.

SEVENTY YEARS AGO THIS MONTH ...

1) King George VI (Elizabeth's father, the King of The King's Speech) was on the throne

2) The RAF performed bombing raids on Germany

3) London was a bomb-scarred city at war that was filling up with Allied servicemen

4) Feeding all the servicemen presented such a challenge that it was not uncommon for British universities and other public buildings to turn their basements over to raising hogs.

5) To support the war effort, the luxurious London hotel The Grosvenor House turned its roof into a vegetable garden

6) At night, Brits retired behind thick blackout drapes and the only lights evident from the streets were searchlights

7) Anne Frank turned 13 and received a diary for her birthday (the last one she would celebrate outside of hiding)

8) The United States Navy won The Battle of Midway

9) US Army Generals graced the covers of both Time and LIFE magazines

10) Civilian plane spotters were on the cover of The New Yorker

11) The movie Yankee Doodle Dandy starring James Cagney was released.

12)  The soundtrack of the movie Holiday Inn starring Bing Crosby and Fred Astaire was released. It includes the song "White Christmas."

13) Walt Disney was promoting his upcoming animated family feature, Bambi.

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Well, I never!

Starlin Castro is awesome! Sometimes he's awesomely frustrating, but sometimes he's awesomely, scary-good. Like he was last night. Against the (hiss!) White Sox.

I've never seen anything like this catch. Which I have been watching over and over and over again.





Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Annoyed!

My boss is sooo checked out. He's barely interested in what I'm doing. It wouldn't bother me if he then just let me alone to do my job. But no, we have to go through the motions of him being creative director. We present our work to him and he looks bored and underwhelmed. Then he disappears into his office and makes meaningless little revisions (change "personal finances" to "household budget" because he just likes it better that way) and makes sure we know he thinks what we do is meaningless and mundane.

For perspective, what we're doing now is developing new creative for a project that will go into the homes of 640,000 customers this September. It is estimated to be worth well over $1 million to our client. So it is important, if not to my boss.

It would be nice if he could manage to stay awake while reviewing it!



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A Word about Chicago Baseball

Remember what they taught in Sunday School -- "Blowing out another's candle won't make yours shine brighter?" White Sox fans sure don't.

It is a myth that I hate the Chicago White Sox. I'm sure their roster is filled with perfectly lovely young men. In fact, over the past decade I have developed a genuine fondness for infielder Paul Konerko.

It is true, however, that I hate White Sox fans. Why? Because they hate me. They live to blow out my happy little Cubbie candle.

Why are White Sox fans so hostile to Cub fans? It's just how they are. Fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly, Sox fans gotta hate.

Which is why I am sooooo happy when the Cubs kicked serious South side ass last night, and did it at the Cell. 

I know this will ultimately be yet another disappointing season on the North side. I know the Sox will undoubtedly make the play offs.

But tonight's 12-3 win? As the song says, "They can't take that away from me."


Monday, June 18, 2012

After 12 years! And on Sir Paul's birthday!

My friend John was let go by his advertising agency today. After 12 years of service and good work! He was completely blindsided by this.

I know it was a difficult move for his agency to make, as many of the people in management like him personally, but right now I just want to go over there and yell, "FUCK YOU!"

He is my friend. He is of fragile health. He is 58 years old.

Plus, today is Sir Paul's birthday. Is canning people really the way we should celebrate a global treasure?

Oh. My.

Tom Cruise is a revelation in Rock of Ages. I saw it on stage almost two years ago, but it was a very different show. Back then, it revolved around lovestruck Drew and Sherrie and starred American Idol's Constantine Maroulis. He's a good singer and a winning personality and it was a fine time.

The movie, though, is raunchier. Way ranchier. And the dissipated Stacie Jaxx, now played by Cruise, has a much bigger role. He behaves in a far more unvarnished way than we tend to see stars of his caliber, and I am reminded again that he's a compelling screen presence when you can forget him jumping on and off Oprah's sofa.

He's also staggeringly well preserved. While the sight of his bare ass may not do for chaps what Pippa Middleton's backside did for white dresses, it was still quite memorable.

Trifecta

This week's challenge: Using between 33 and 333 words, write a response including the third definition of the word:

BLUE (adjective)

3  a : low in spirits : melancholy
    b : marked by low spirits : depressing


She tried to follow her mother’s example and simply skate across the surface of life, where it was safe.

But as much as Tess loved her mother, she was simply too smart for that. She couldn’t resist delving deeper, where the reality of the past and present reside. It was painful, but she was compelled to do it, the same way she probed a cavity with her tongue when she was waiting to see the dentist.

Now, as her mother’s life was drawing to a close, Tess would have to redouble her efforts to just skate along. What good would it do now to discuss (yet again!) the sexual abuse Tess had suffered at the hands of the revered family patriarch? Or the cruel way Tess’ grandmother had systematically diminished the little girl’s self esteem? To maintain peace, Tess would have to outwardly accept her mother’s view that these things couldn’t have happened, “at least not that way,” or simply weren’t “that bad.”

Tess wanted her mother to leave this realm finally enjoying the peace she deserved. She didn’t need Tess’ voice ringing in her ears, challenging her. “Why didn’t you protect me? I was only a little girl!” Tess was tempted to ask (again), “How can you still display their pictures in a place of honor on the mantle?”

But what good would that do? Mommy had lived nearly 80 years on the surface, skating along where the ice is always smooth and there are no obstacles in sight.

Every visit with her mother these days left Tess a little blue. Not because she knew she was going to lose her beloved Mommy, sooner rather than later. She accepted that as the natural order of things.

What hurt was that she and Mommy had spent their entire relationship on the surface, without ever truly knowing or understanding one another, and now they never would. 


You say it's your birthday

Guess who will close the show, performing last at the Opening Ceremony of the 2012 Olympics in London. It will be the birthday boy himself, Sir Paul McCartney, who turns 70 today. His is the face the United Kingdom wants to show when the whole world is watching because he represents, as the Fleet Street press has dubbed him, "The Very Best of Britain."

Certainly the metrics support this. According to the Guiness Book of Records, he is the most successful composer and recording artist of all time. An asteroid has been named in his honor. In 2010 he was awarded the Gershwin Award by President Barack Obama. He is, of course, a knight. His personal wealth is estimated to be $735,000,000.

Enjoy your birthday, My Liege. You deserve to rest on your laurels, but you won't. You have worked hard since you were 14 years old, but have always made it look like play. You have brought millions of us joy. Your dedication to your craft and your family are an inspiration.

To borrow a phrase, "It's been a wonderful life." Happy birthday and many, many, many more.




Sunday, June 17, 2012

Father's Day


I am watching the Cubs play the Red Sox within The Friendly Confines of Wrigley Field. I, of course, love the Cubs -- as do all right-thinking Chicagoans. And if I had an American League team, it would be the Red Sox. (The two teams share so much, not the least of which being Billy Buck.)

Enjoying this game, and all the MLB heritage it represents, is a present from my father. As is my geeky love of history.

Our relationship was fractious and difficult. I'd be lying if I said I missed him. But I can honestly say that I am remembering him fondly today for the gifts he gave me.

Sunday Stealing


 
Sunday Stealing: The Imaginary Meme, Part Five

81. What’s your favorite action movie? Die Hard.

82. Have (or are) you ever been involved someone much older than you? What do you consider "much older?" While on vacation once, I had a brief fling with a man 11 years my senior. Does that count?

83. Do you believe in lust at first sight? Oh, my, yes.

84. Favorite type of venomous snake? No one has ever asked me this before. The answer is no.

85. Do you drink alcohol? Yes, because wearing it isn't as successful.

86. If you wanted to talk to someone who'd lift your spirits, who'd you call? My best friend. He can be very funny and wise.

87. What do you wear to feel sexy? Just panties.

88. Do you like to learn? Yes! I'm reading this incredibly long tome about Al Capone and it's fascinating.

89. Have you ever been hit on by someone who really overestimated their attractiveness? No.

90. Where did you last go on vacation? The Spa at Colonial Williamsburg. I wish I was back there right now.

91. Dallas (as in J.R. & Bobby) returns this week. What film or TV series would you loved to be resurrected? Would Kate & Allie still be best buds, now that they are grandmothers?

92. Explain your karma beliefs. I'm pretty conventional in this realm. I try to follow The Golden Rule.

93. When do you think that you have a hard life? Whenever I look back on it. Which is why I prefer looking forward.

94. Favorite comic strip? Don't have one.

95. Have you ever broken a heart? Yes.

96. Should pot be legalized? I don't care.

97. Have you ever gone skinny dipping with someone that you shouldn't have? No, because I haven't ever gone skinny dipping.

98. What do you do when you're down? Reach out to the aforementioned best friend.

99. Last time you were really angry? I don't remember, but I'm sure it was at the office.

100. What is your favorite flavor in general? Cinnamon.


Saturday, June 16, 2012

Adventures in Beauty

Yesterday I spent my late, lazy afternoon getting a manicure and pedicure and lip wax before the Groupon I bought months ago expired. The girl who did my nails was fine. But being in a salon is not being at a spa (where I was the last time I had my nails professionally done) and so even though my nails are pretty I was left feeling a little deja blue as I missed the Spa at Colonial Williamsburg or, even more, Chateau Elan. While I know a mani/pedi isn't one of life's essentials, this did feel more utilitarian than luxurious.

Then, the woman who waxed my lip was a pain. In the ass, not the lip. She was gentle enough. She was just an idiot. She should know that I cannot answer questions while she is tugging away at my upper lip. And the questions she asked were annoying. I have a mole on the right side of my upper lip.

"Has a dermatologist seen this?" Why yes, and thank you for making me feel like I have a deformity!

"Then why haven't you had it removed?" Because I don't want to, and again, thank you for making me feel like a have a deformity.

"When did you last wax?" I don't wax. Isn't there enough growth there for you to work with?

"No, there is. I just wanted to know when you last waxed." That would be never. I clip the stray hairs with manicure scissors.

"You must do it every day." No, I haven't done it since Sunday.

"Which Sunday?" The one that came before Monday.

All this in less than 10 minutes! It would probably would have only taken 5 if we didn't have to keep stopping for "conversation." While the aestheticians at Chateau Elan probably aren't technically much better than this, I bet they get much bigger tips BECAUSE THEY AREN'T ASSHOLES!

And today I had my hair cut and colored. I have known the guy who does it forever. Our families go way back. I know his siblings and parents, and he knows mine. And he gave me an earful about how difficult it's been, trying to help his elderly parents with their finances, and how little meaningful assistance he gets from his sibs. How worrisome it is to wonder how much to help without jeopardizing your own retirement plans. I know, buddy, I know! Plus, he has the added layer of stress that comes from not being able to help his wife's family to the extent he's been helping his own, and the tension that causes in his marriage because it's their money he's handing over. As I was leaving, he hugged me and told me it felt like therapy to get it all off his chest.


It was in the 90s today. Taking public transportation to and from the salon was exhausting because I FUCKING HATE HEAT! I got home and took a nap.


So much for my two "relaxing" days of beauty! My daydreams have me thinking that in 2013, I shall return to that destination spa outside Atlanta.




Saturday 9: Hot Fun In the Summertime

1. What do you have planned for fun in the summertime? This month, I'm taking a friend to see a game within The Friendly Confines of Wrigley Field for his birthday. In July, I'm taking my young nephew down to Springfield to see Lincoln's home and Presidential Museum. And in August, my oldest friend is coming for a visit. One BIG THING  a month is, I'm afraid, all I can afford this summer.


2. Who was the last celebrity that you thought was bright until you saw them interviewed? Kirk Cameron. Not that I ever thought he was bright (or ever thought much about him at all), but since he's enjoyed a certain degree of celebrity since childhood, I figured he'd be imbued with at least an ounce of savvy. I was wrong.


3. Do you think that the U.S. and our present war(s) seem to just ignore our history? Not just our history, but the history of the land(s) we're fighting in.



4. Have you ever conformed just to "fit in?" On Mondays, I have been known to ask a coworker about his or her weekend when in reality, I don't give a crap. I just do it because it's what's done.



5. Do you feel that you at times do not enjoy the moment because you are worried about what will come next? The story of my life!


6. Does it seem that when you learn more about yourself, that others' opinions of you seem stupid? Maybe not stupid, but certainly less relevant.



7. In rock & roll history, what bands or artists do you think made the biggest impact? Elvis. Because he did it all first. And, as we prepare to celebrate Sir Paul McCartney's 70th birthday, I am reminded that Elvis did it all by the age of 42. Just over 20 years took him from his breakthrough on The Ed Sullivan Show through dozens of bad movies to a comeback in Vegas to dead on the bathroom floor in Graceland. Which is both tragic and awesome. He remains our only King.


8. Who do you blame for the state of the economy? Why? Mostly George W. Bush but also Barack Obama. OK, so we bankrupted ourselves by fighting two wars without raising taxes to pay for it. And according to 43, we should fight terrorism by continuing to go shopping. That was stupid. Obviously. But where's Obama's imagination and audacity? He could have seized the moment of the Gulf oil spill to rally us to reduce our dependence on oil and by raising gas taxes and putting thousands and thousands of people to work improving our commuter rail system. (The way Eisenhower built the interstate highway system 60 years ago.) But Americans get really pissed when you try to separate us from our cars, no matter how much sense it makes. So shared sacrifice is too politically risky, I guess. So much for "Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country." Now it's, "Why the fuck do I have to pay $4 for gas?"


9. Do you get upset and do you think you're being lazy when you do nothing? Yes. And Bud encouraging my sloth with his addictive memes doesn't help!


Friday, June 15, 2012

I'm happy he's happy

I was once in a relationship with a good man. We were simply incompatible. If fault must be attributed in our break up, then I deserve as much he did because I was as wrong for him as he was for me.

I loved him then, I love him still. I think of him often and wish him nothing but happiness.

Which is why I was so sad when I learned (through what began innocently enough as "farting around on the internet") that life has dealt him some serious blows. Over the past 10 years or so, his father died, then the son he wanted so badly was born with autism, then he got a divorce, then his mother died.

And why I was so happy when I found (through more deliberate cyberstalking) that his life appears to be turning around. He is now a Grand Knight in the Knights of Columbus and attends an annual retreat that supports spirituality among men in his adopted hometown. He appears in a little 20-second YouTube video promoting the event and looks soooo happy!

Catholicism isn't for me. But that's not the point. It comforts him. And, to borrow from The Lads, "you know that can't be bad."

I am entering my weekend a little happier knowing that, somewhere, he's happier.

Trifecta

This weekend's challenge: Using EXACTLY 33 or 333 words, write a creative piece inspired by this photo. 

Ok, be that way. You won’t look at me, so I won’t look at you. You’re just jealous of my pretty blonde hair and blue shoes. But they don’t make sandals for hooves!

Thursday, June 14, 2012

ca 1978

I'm watching an old episode of Dallas on ON DEMAND. From the first season, 1978. Oh, how I loved Bobby Ewing! He was so good and honest and polite ... and so frequently shirtless. Back in the day, guys weren't as into manscaping as they are today. Sometimes the old ways are the best ways.


Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Thursday Thirteen #175

THIRTEEN GREAT TV DADS

With Father's Day nearly upon us, I decided to use my TT to celebrate 13 of the best ones to come into our homes every week.


1) Andy Taylor, The Andy Griffith Show. My personal favorite TV dad. Sheriff Taylor was a wise surrogate father to all of Mayberry. But most of all, he was there for Opie. He was low-key and sensitive but stern in making sure Opie did the right thing, and understood why it was the right thing. He also always seemed to enjoy his son, and I suspect he treasured those moments down by the fishing hole. I just wish I know why he named the poor kid Opie.


2) Eric Camden, 7th Heaven. Like Sheriff Taylor, Rev. Camden's responsibility went beyond his family. He was a minister who had to tend to his flock. Oh, and he had full house waiting for him at home, too. I loved how he made faith and remaining true to oneself natural and smart, not smarmy. Also, he worked hard on his marriage, and he and wife Annie gave their kids both a solid foundation and a good example.

3) Gomez Addams, The Addams Family. No, really! Hear me out! He always encouraged Pugsley and Wednesday in their pursuits. He treated everyone in his multi-generational, extended family -- Cousin Itt, Grandmama and Uncle Fester -- with respect. He was never demanding or condescending with "the help" (Lurch and Thing). And, like Rev. Camden, he was openly romantic with his wife, setting a wonderful example for the kids. In all, I think Gomez is a terrific role model.

4) Ward Cleaver, Leave It to Beaver. I love how firm Ward was, how he never raised his voice, and yet had the respect of those boys. He was obviously ambitious at "the office" (even though I'm still not clear on what he did), but he used that to teach his sons about the value of hard work and commitment, not as an excuse to escape the house. However, he's even worse than Sheriff Andy when it comes with saddling his son with an unfortunate name.

5) Howard Cunningham, Happy Days. How lucky was Ron Howard to have two such stellar TV dads! Dad took his responsibility to Joanie and Richie seriously, never missing a family meal and that opportunity to dispense advice. Even better, he was patient and welcoming to all Richie's friends. How cool is that? Potsie, Ralph and most of all Fonzie all loved Mr. C. I just wish he noticed that his oldest son, Chuck, went upstairs in Season 1 and never came back down.

6) Steven Keaton, Family Ties. He taught his kids that a real man doesn't have to have the loudest voice or the biggest paycheck, a real man takes care of his family by not skimping on attention and love. He was arty -- a producer for the local PBS station. As the series wore on, we saw that Steven had a contentious relationship with own demanding father, and that's why he made a point of encouraging his children to follow their talents and their hearts, even though Alex and Mallory's interests couldn't be more different than his own.

7) Jim Anderson, Father Knows Best. I love that he really did know best. So many TV dads are less mature than their children (Ray Romano, Al Bundy, Archie Bunker). Not Jim. He was a reliable font of wisdom. He was also very human. He felt under-appreciated and misunderstood at times. But always, by the top of the hour, Princess and Bud and Kitten understood what a terrific guy their dad really was. And, unlike Ward Cleaver, we know what Jim did for a living (he was an insurance agent).


8) Charles Ingalls, Little House on the Prairie. Poor but honest Charles Ingalls may have run low on money, but never on love. I also loved how willing Charles was to take on the big problems facing Walnut Grove -- including racism and equal opportunity for women. By his example he taught his girls not to sit on the sidelines but to stand up for what is right.

9) Bentley Gregg, Bachelor Father. Uncle Bentley wasn't a biological father, he became one when he opened his home and heart to niece Kelly. I love how he called Kelly "darling" and always spoke to her as though he believed she was one of the smartest, most precious young women he'd ever seen. He also admitted he was wrong more readily than many a TV dad, and was always willing to give Kelly credit for teaching him a thing or two. A girl would just naturally grow up to be confident and ready for the world to treat her with respect after being raised in Uncle Bentley's home.


10) Cliff Huxtable, The Cosby Show. Certainly TV's funniest dad. But more than that, he raised them to learn about their history and take it seriously. He encouraged his brood to spend time with their grandparents, to ask about the black experience through the decades. He also expected them to achieve, and they rose to the challenge. His kids clearly loved and respected him, even though he always wore those awful sweaters.

11) Mike Brady, The Brady Bunch. The dad who dispensed the most platitudes, no doubt about it. Be prompt, hardworking and loyal ... What other people whisper is none of our business ... If you don't look, you might get took … You can't take a step forward unless you have both feet on the ground ... No shit, I can actually hear his voice in my head as I type these! Haven't we all learned a little something from Mike Brady?


12) Rick Castle, Castle. OK, I included him mostly because I think Nathan Fillion is really hot. And I admit I'm not a regular viewer of the show. Those disclaimers aside: I like that he works hard at being available to his teenage daughter. As the storyline goes, he was raised by a nanny and wants to do better by Alexis. It helps that, as a best-selling author and celebrity, he makes his own hours. But still, I give him points for trying. (And for being so hot.)


13) Col. Potter, M*A*S*H. Yeah, I know he wasn't really a dad. To my knowledge, he and his beloved but long-suffering wife Mildred had no children of their own. But he helped turn that ragtag group of eccentrics into a family and enabled them to do their best work -- which was saving lives. And, like Mike Brady, he was very good at dispensing wisdom to his brood. Two of my favorites: "Never insult seven men when all you have is a six-shooter" AND "If you're not where you are, you're nowhere."

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Perfect!

It's a sunny evening -- 67º, no wind. If only it could always be like this. No warmer, no cooler. Just like this. All summer. Forever.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Q&A Time

Liberated from Kwizgiver

1. What would you pick as a major, if you could go back to college and do it again? Political science. Or maybe law.

2. Who is the one celebrity with whom you would most like to have an indepth conversation? My go-to answer for this has been the same for nearly 20 years: Bill Clinton. I am forever impressed with his encyclopedic knowledge of everything in the world and his infectious joie de vivre.

3. If you could make a living doing ANYthing, what would that be? I like what being a writer. But I'd love to be a biographer. I have read her books on Kennedy, Lincoln and FDR, and believe Doris Kearns Goodwin had a wonderful time researching and writing them.

4. What’s your all-time very favorite dessert? Mint chocolate ice cream

5. How many pairs of jeans do you own? Five. OK, six if you count the pair I need to hem but haven't. OK, eight if you count the two ginormous pairs I bought for after my surgery and I couldn't allow a zipper fly to touch my incision.

6. What is your favorite flower, and why? Carnations. I love their durability and how common they are. They bring a lot of brightness and joy to a lot of people.

7. What book has most changed your life? Saving Graces by Elizabeth Edwards. She taught me what a gift it can be to allow others to help you. As Rhett Butler once said of a similar gallant Southern woman, "She was a great lady. A very great lady." May she rest in peace.

8. What is your least favorite vegetable? Is there any way you can be persuaded to eat it? Raw tomatoes. Their texture makes me squeamish. And no, I cannot be persuaded to eat them.

9. If you could take a nonstop first class flight to any destination, where would you pick to land? The only thing I hate more than flying is flying over water. (I worry about being some shark's Happy Meal.) So I'll go with London. I'd like to see it, and maybe being in first class would help me get past my fear.

10. If your 15 minutes of fame included a stint on American Idol, what song would be your trademark solo? Chosen because so far this year I haven't had much of chance to sing it.




11. If you could pick one former friend (who has remained elusive in this wild Facebook world) to reunite with, who would you unearth? One of my favorite people got married in 2008 and just kinda drifted away. He moved to a faraway suburb and then they had a wee one and I know he's busy. He also refuses to Facebook! But I still have a photo of us together in my office because I think of him so often and so fondly.

Happy Birthday to My Best Friend

Eeyore turned 46 today. I am affectionately exasperated with him. He feels old ... he misses his daughter ... he's swamped at work ... It's how he is.

I fussed over him as best as I could. I got him a terrific gift -- a batch of baked-to-order and personalized Element Bars. I made sure they arrived on Saturday but he waited until today (his actual birthday) to open them with me over the phone (I heard him tearing the tape). I read him his horoscope. I told him I was playing his favorite recording artist, Marcia Ball, in my office in his honor.



I hope the attention made him happy. I completely adore him, and if you can't convey to a person on his birthday how important he is to you, then what's the point?


Monday, June 11, 2012

Trifecta

This week's challenge: Using between 33 and 333 words, write a response including the third definition of the word:
 
“Broad lawns and narrow minds.” That’s how Hemingway denied describing Midwestern towns like the one I grew up in. If he did say it, he wasn’t wrong, at least not as I recall the 1960s. Fitting in and being alike were valued. Every residence was a ranch house. Manicured lawns were mandatory. So were driveways and garages.  

That’s why the people across the alley fascinated me. They lived in the only apartment building in the neighborhood. From my swing-and-slide vantage point, I could spy all six back doors and where they left their cars. No garage! Just concrete parking chocks.

Apt. 1 – Ann and Walt, siblings in their 20s who moved in after their dad died and they had to sell their “nice house.” Their mom also died, back when they were still little. This made Walt especially romantic: An older boy who’d known suffering!

Apt. 2 – Mr. and Mrs. Morris. He carried a briefcase, so he worked in an office. She taught history at our school! It was thrilling to see a teacher come and go. The grownups wondered why they never went anywhere together.

Apt. 3 – Mr. and Mrs. Bray owned the building. Her glass frames made her look like a cat. She was friendly and always waved. I seldom saw him, but still hated him because of a dispute with my mother over garbage cans. I wondered if they made themselves pay rent.

Apt. 4 – The Harringtons were old folks raising their grandson. Michael was younger than me and had a harelip. The grownups whispered that Michael’s mother abandoned him because of his lip and so, since a dad obviously couldn’t raise a child, he lived with his grandparents.

Apt. 5 – For some reason, no one stayed here long.

Apt. 6 – The Rosses. Linda Ross was in my class, so she was my passport inside and around the apartment building. My favorite thing to do was to go to the Ross’ mailbox with Linda because opening it required a key.


At my local Burger King

I had a quick lunch at Burger King today, and it was eventful. There were these two charming senior ladies, and I loved eavesdropping on their conversation. Their two conversations. They were happily each in their own little world, but sharing a booth. One was talking about church, the other replied with information about her garden. They were adorable.

Then their attention shifted to another woman, sitting alone in a bigger booth. She had a purse, a straw tote and a bag on wheels. A lot of luggage to bring with you to Burger King. She passed out and knocked her Coke onto the floor. The poor teens working at BK took turns standing over her saying, "Miss! Miss!" and getting no response. Then the paramedics arrived and said, "Miss! Miss!" before hauling her out on a stretcher and working on her in the ambulance in the parking lot.

Then the police came in and asked the two old ladies what they saw. They were completely into it. They described a young man who came in with her but disappeared -- either into the men's room or through the back door. As one cop went looking for the companion, to no avail, another went through the lady's purse, found her wallet, and extracted an out-of-state license. He called it in, and it turns out there was a BOLO for her! ("Be on the lookout" -- I have learned a lot watching episode after episode of NCIS.) The police assured the older ladies that our victim's fugitive status would not have any impact on the care she received at the hospital. I thought that was very nice of them.

Then they took her bags out to the ambulance, which pulled away with the lights on but not the siren. I assume that means she had come to and they didn't want to frighten her with the noise.


Sunday, June 10, 2012

Sunday Stealing

 Sunday Stealing: The Imaginary Meme, Part Four

61. Ocean or pool? Pool. Lakes are nice, too.

62. Fridays or Ruby Tuesdays? Please don't make me.

63. Did you want to go to college? No

64. What did you last time at a mall? Last Saturday

65. Which close friend have you known the longest? The one I imaginatively refer to on this blog as "My Oldest Friend." We met in kindergarten.

66. Why do you like the music you do? Because it has a good beat and it's easy to dance to.

67. Do you read much? Yes

68. Favorite country? I love the USA! So join in the chorus, loud and strong, and sing to the land where we belong. I mean it when I say, "I'm glad to be alive and live in the USA!" (I learned that song in Girl Scouts)

69. What is something you wish you were better at? Singing. I'm completely tone deaf.

70. What’s your favorite album/CD? It changes. Lately I have been listening to Wingspan a lot.

71. What's a good dinner order? Salmon is always good, with a cooked vegetable. Maybe soup as an appetizer.

72. Planes or boats? Are we going somewhere?

73. One rumor that’s been spread about you: Oh, it seems I'm forever sleeping with this or that coworker. If I was getting as much from the boys as they say I am, I would enjoy out of town trips so much more.

74. Who is your newest friend? Tom. He's a coworker I've been mentoring and I find I really miss him when he's not there. He was also very thoughtful when I was in the hospital last fall. (Perhaps if you ask around, someone will tell you we're sleeping together!)

75. Have you ever sat on a rooftop? Yes.

76. Was your last text useful? No. I don't even remember it. Please don't make me check.
 
77. Favorite soda? Coke. Like most women, drinking it delights me.
 
78. Do you like yourself? At times

79. The worst weather: Hot or cold? Hot! I really suffer when the mercury rises to 85º or higher.

80. Do you play an instrument? No.

Saturday, June 09, 2012

The really scary thing ...

… is how much I'm enjoying this piece of crap. Campy horror movies were made for Saturday nights.




The PEOPLE Meme

I bought myself a Kindle Fire, and I'm loading it up with magazines. Hopefully this will help me get a handle on my wicked clutter problem because if I don't read one magazine before the new one arrives, I'll toss it but download it onto the Fire. That's how I came to carry four virtual issues of PEOPLE in my purse.

Reading them back-to-back-to-back-to-back, I discovered that "Chatter/One Last Thing" actually doesn't ask the same five questions each week -- though they do repeat "The Last Thing I Cooked" quite often. Anyway, since I am both a celebrity in my own mind and a fan of hard-hitting journalism, I am answering PEOPLE's probing questions here.

1) The Last Thing I Cooked was cornflakes as a late night snack


2) The Last Thing I Splurged On was my Kindle Fire

3) The Last Time I Drank Too Much was the first day of my vacation. Frosty lime rum punch at lunch and then a couple vodka crans with dinner.

4) The Last Gift I Received was brunch and a book from my old friend Kathy. She and I have decades of tortured history and I don't want to get sucked back into all the drama. I just saw her because I didn't want to be mean.

5) Last TV Show Obsession Is this not the most tumultuous season of Mad Men yet?


6) The Last Thing I Watched on TV The Today Show is on right now

7) The Last Junk Food I Ate I had a cheese dog for lunch yesterday


8) The Last Time I Laughed A coworker and I got the giggles yesterday over all the advice I have for Jennifer Aniston. What? Isn't she everyone's imaginary friend?


9) The Last Time I Cursed was when my cat Reynaldo dumped a box of corn flakes (see question #1) off the counter into his water bowl.

10) The Last Song I Sang was "Another Night." Fortunately Aretha drowned me out.



11) The Last Thing I Bought was a navy belt


12) My Last Workout was two days ago -- 25 minutes of cardio and 10 minutes on the Nautilus machines


13) The Last Time I Forgot My Wallet was two weeks ago, at the coffee shop I frequent. They were very nice about it -- I didn't have to wash dishes like Lucy and Ethel when they couldn't pay at the French restaurant -- but it was sooo embarrassing.


14) The Last Time I Said "I Love You" was in an email to a friend. I think that counts.



Saturday 9


Saturday 9: Changes



1. Do you believe people can truly change? If we want to.
2. Do you think there is anything wrong with being average? Nope.
3. Do you believe in fairy tale love? I think every love story is a fairy tale at some point. As Orson Welles said, "Any story can have a happy ending. It depends, of course, on where you stop the story."
4. Has anyone ever spread something malicious about you? Dear God, yes.
5. Have you ever done something at a party that you've ever regretted? Dear God, yes.
6. How do you go about setting your goals? I don't. Maybe I'd be more accomplished if I did.
7. Do you believe you deserve everything you want? Yes. I'm a very nice person.
8. Do you have people in your life you could always count on? Yes. I'm lucky that way.
9. Did you ever make a close friend from someone that you've dated? No. Generally their next girlfriends don't want me around. Which is sad. After loving someone, I'd like to be able to like him.


Friday, June 08, 2012

Thinking back to 1998

When my niece was almost 6, she was obsessed with the animated Anastasia. She had a dream where she walked into an Anastasia store that only sold Anastasia stuff. As her dream went, she could purchase everything Anastasia for $100, and she had exactly $100 in her purse.

I went on eBay and purchased Anastasia memorabilia from all over the world (my favorite: plastic Anasastia medallions that had been packaged in cereal boxes in Ireland). I spread them out all over my apartment and put a sign on the front door: Anastasia Store -- Everything $100. The look on her face when she came in the door, the way she clasped her hands together under her chin and looked around the room in wonderment at the Anastasia dolls and books and puzzles and pillowcase, etc. ... I'll never forget it. How often in life do you get to make someone's dream come true?

Now she's almost 20 and has just moved into her first place with her boyfriend. It's a one BR cottage. He is happy because, even though it is small and old and has crappy floors, it's one of the few stand-alone rentals they could afford. She is happy because it has a fireplace and she thinks it's the Taj Mahal.

I am happy that she is enjoying her college life so much. She is getting great grades, and has made friends and has fallen in love. Hooray for her.

But you have to forgive me if sometimes I miss the little girl who laced her fingers together under her chin when she was (so easily) delighted.



My first early Friday

The office closes at 12:30 on Fridays in summer. I stayed a little late and got in my front door at 2:00. I made myself a hotdog and took a nap. It felt sooooo luxurious!

Now I'm going to wash clothes, while most of the other tenants are still at work so I anticipate I'll have the laundry room all to myself. Bliss!