Sunday, November 30, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
...................Well, his songs DO REALLY stay in your head................ like forever..................... but not in a bad way...................................... at least at first.
Friday, November 28, 2008
I am glad that the term for the wrinkles around the eye--you know-- "crow's feet" is already plural. Because "Crow's foot" doesn't even come near to describing the masses of lines I have collected over the years--it takes a whole murder of crows for that (did you know that is what a flock of crows is called?) and I would hate to think they had to invent the plural term just for me.
I really thought it was mostly just the crow's feet... and a few age spots... and laugh lines, you know because life is just so darn funny......
..... that is, until I decided to talk to my sweet, considerate, sensitive husband...
I asked him if he thought that too when he looked at himself in photos
He: It's the bags under the eyes...
Me: you mean yours?
He: No, you too...
Me: WHAAAAAT? I never thought mine were that bad, I thought I just had the crow's feet...
He: (shakes head in pity; look on face says "oh yeah you've got bags lady, so big they wouldn't pass as a "carry-on")
Ahh, he's sweet!
(He is Chilean though, Spanish-speakers tend to be brutally blunt about bodily realities--
oh the stories I could tell you--in another post.......)
I'm sure you're thinking by now that I am going to show you one of the pictures that made me have this age-crisis, but I am most assuredly NOT!
But here is one we might call "baby in fall leaves"
Trust me it's best to leave you with the sweet taste of youth (which I'll never get back again-sob sob wail). You'll sleep better!
Monday, November 24, 2008
I do not brush the full two minutes with my sonicare..
You know those sonicare toothbrushes right?
They look like this...
and cost up to $100
They have a built-in timer. My husband's beeps every 30 second so he knows to change quadrants (one of 4 sections of teeth). Mine is a cheaper model and just turns off after 2 minutes after wandering aimlessly around in my mouth with no sense of direction.
(BTW:They are great toothbrushes. . . if you like it a little rough. They don't provide a "traditional" brushing motion, they just vibrate like crazy. They are also not like manual brushes in that you cannot let go at any minute (too heavy) to finish your blog post and you can't open your mouth unless you want to power-wash the entire bathroom. I secretly think that they clean well at first and then your plaque gets smarter and morphs into vibration-resistant plaque and you are back to square one.)
All of you who have brushed your teeth will know that two minutes is a LONG time to brush teeth--even if that is the recommended time allotment. I say: "Who says they aren't clean enough after 1:30 or 1:45?" I am an impatient person. I am also a "git in and gitter done" kind of gal. I could use those extra seconds to do something more exciting than brushing: like flossing or blogging.
This was like blasphemy to my dear hubby's ears. He takes teeth-brushing very seriously. He used to brush his teeth for about 30 minutes--I kid you not!!! It used to drive me nuts--it makes for a very long bedtime ritual. THEN..... he was diagnosed with periodontis--which is a step or two worse then gingivitis. Gingivitis always sounded to me like you had dirty teeth, and may be that is one cause, I don't know, but for my husband it was quite the opposite.
He brushed for so long (and presumably too hard) that his gums had receded in absolute terror from his teeth, leaving his teeth exposed and in danger (no need to be alarmed!!, he had a very fun surgery on all four gum quadrants and is being treated--well not anymore actually, we don't have dental insurance now and have no money for luxuries like teeth-cleaning--but he was improving).
He: "So what do you do?"
Me: "I turn it off when I get bored"
He: (gasp--look of horror--can find no words)
Two minutes is just a lot of committment and I don't like to be tied down. . . well to teeth-brushing anyway.
more to come later.....
Friday, November 21, 2008
So for all the non-existent readers to my blog, here is a day in my life...
7:00--Baby Nico wakes up gurgling
I grab a cup of this, so I stop wanting to shoot myself
G: "Mami, I wanna go pee-pee" "I wanna wear the glasses"
Yes, this is MY shower. . . toddler with dinosaur accessories, not wanted, but free of charge ............................ ooooops watch your step!
Nico wakes up......................................... while........................... G paints (our little Van Gogh)
Bathtime. . . not always together--due to the look of Terror on Nico's face
G is eating dinner. "Tastes good mama! But didn't we have this last night too?"
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
What do you think?
I don't really care who they choose, none of them get my engine going much. . . just never been all that into celebrities.
Buuuuuuut.................. if it were a matter of life and death and I had to choose someone ........................ It would be this guy every year
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
(is everyone asleep by now?--can you believe this is the stuff I think about? ............... My husband can't either!)
I should also add, that there are some "rules" of English that I just don't believe in. Some rules were borrowed from Latin grammar (how much sense does that make?) That is where you get rules like "don't split infinitives" and "don't end a sentence with a preposition" which frankly just don't jive with spoken English, though they are rules you are essentially forced to comply with in academic settings, especially in writing.
So, everyone makes little mistakes when they speak, including me, but writing is different because you have much more control. I will admit, humbly, that I am a good writer (grammar-wise). I am not always clever and interesting, I make typos sometimes, and I don't always follow punctuation rules, I kind of make up my own, and when I write informally, I don't pay as much attention.......................... but, usually, most of the time, when I have time and patience to think and to edit, my grammar is purtty durn good.
No one likes grammar, so this isn't really a grammar quiz (are you secretly relieved?) It is an admission of an error that I made that was (gulp) caught by my (gulp) Dissertation Supervisor (gasp... the horror.......) and in effect, inspired this whole grammar-rambling post.
This was my sentence: "What is your principle reason for studying Spanish?"
Do you know what is wrong with that sentence? (now that I have told you there is something wrong with it, you probably got it and you are now patting yourself on the back, thinking that I am such a moron for getting it wrong and that you could teach me a lesson or two)
If you don't know ..........................scroll down and I'll tell you
Ok, here it is: I should have written "principal" reason (principal, as in primary; not principle as in "it's a matter of principle). It hadn't so much as crossed my mind when I wrote it.
I was flabbergasted, to say the least, that I would make such an elementary mistake. I thought I had all of the heterographic homonyms pegged (you know, like to, too, and two)
It's principal not principle.................. who'dda thunk?
oh. . . and while we are being honest, now, thanks to the husband, her milk has to have chocolate in it.
oh. . . and the morning milk we give to her still half-sleeping because that way she'll drink it and go back to sleep until 8:30.
oh. . . and she was born before the latest BPA panic (at least the full-blown public scandal). . . so? yes............ her bottles are chock-full of the nasty hormone-altering chemical.
Monday, November 17, 2008
I am so sad for her. I can't even imagine. . . and I don't know what to say.
I immediately forgave my husband for all the silly things I am constantly upset about and made him promise that he will NEVER do that to me.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
HAAAA--AARRD! Especially if it is windy.
If you have never had this distinct pleasure you should try it immediately
(Truth be told, it can hardly be called jogging at the pace I go pushing 80 pounds in a sailboat)
** I don't care what kind of puppy the Obamas are bringing to the White House (though I do like the Obamas).....................
***I don't care who bought Palin's wardrobe nor how much it cost (though I was no fan of Palin's)
**** A toddler will throw a crying-screaming-kicking-rock-throwing tantrum when it is time to leave the park if and only if there are other moms and kids around. It's like they have this innate sense that you don't want to be seen as the mother of "one of those kinds of kids" so they think you'll back down. (don't worry I didn't)
oh and Madagascar 2 is not NEARLY as good as the first one.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
I am so proud of my country today. I don't know that I can find the words to explain why and don't have the time, so I will post an exerpt from Anna Quindlen's article "What Obama Means to This Nation" in Newsweek:
"I felt I was part of a country that was living its principles. Despite all our prejudices, seen and hidden, millions of citizens managed, in the words of Dr. King, to judge Barack Obama by the content of his character and not the color of his skin. There were many reasons to elect him president, but this was one collateral gift: to be able to watch America look an old evil in the eye and to say, no more. We must be better than that. We can be better than that. We are better than that."
You can read the entire article here
Not everyone voted for Obama, but he won by pretty wide margin. I am sure that many of those who voted for McCain did not count race as a factor, but there are many white Americans, I am convinced, who believe they are racially tolerant enough to vote for a black candidate for president, but found every possible excuse NOT to. I should also add that many of us who voted for Obama did not do so because of his race, but because of his judgment, his temperment, his values, and his ideals.
p.s. If you are wondering (I am sure you are not) why I am not posting pictures with my election posts. . . well, I think you already know what Obama looks like. His handsome face would just distract you from reading a fascinating post)
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
So I exercised my right to vote early.
Some jerks I know aren't even going to vote. WHAT is up with that? What are you going to tell your kids when they are studying the single most important (to this point) election of our time and they ask you who you voted for in the historic election of 2008 and you say...????? What could you possible say to save yourself in their eyes except that you were in a coma...
Some other jerks say: "No matter who you vote for, just get out and vote!" Yeah, ok, I understand the underlying message. . . but it does matter who you vote for. So get out and vote for OBAMA!!!!
What is wrong with the rest of you? (Do you really want to tell your kids that you voted for another old white guy--yeah that's a change we can believe in! whatevah)
I like to think that I don't belong to any particular political party, that I am a rugged independent, but really, if I am to be honest with myself, I am Democrat to the core. You can call me anything you want: flaming liberal, socialist (and I'll just call you a bible-thumpin' redneck or capitalist-tax-evading a$$, right back) but I will always vote for social justice: education and healthcare for all. a more equitable distribution of wealth (ALL existing data has shown that capitalism cannot and will not, do that by itself--SHOCKING!!! yes? trickle-down theory my arse!) and no tax breaks or loopholes for the filthy rich.
Voting strategy: Vote Democrat where possible--when not possible vote for a woman--when not possible, vote anything but Republican
(this strategy should NOT surprise you if you have read any of my previous posts--which of course you haven't, you aren't even reading this one, because no one reads my blog--which is, of course, precisely how I planned it)
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Hijacking the term "faithful". . . let me tell you, a lot of us faithful have long been hoping for a miracle and it's not the miracle implied in this article. . . it's the miracle of finally seeing something that's not old and white (though granted he's male--that's one strike) in the White House.
The article explained how the religious right was praying for a pro-life advocate / gay-marriage opponent to win the Presidential race.
This is my question: How many minutes of the average day at the office do you think the president, of any persuasion, actually dedicates to abortion and the sanctity of marriage?
My guess is not many...
My advice then, is to put someone in the White House who is going to spend the remaining minutes of the day doing more than protecting big money.
And values. . . what ever happened to that good, old-fashioned "Christian" ethic of helping those in need: the hungry, the sick, the poor.
Why is it that the basic premise of Christianity, the life's work of Jesus, is always so absent from the political platform of the religious right????
just my two cents