Monday, November 23, 2015
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
After years of "I'll get around to it at some point," I finally took a CPR/AED class and got my card. So for the next two years, I'm a card-carrying member of helpful people.
Wednesday, August 05, 2015
No. No, I will not.
Will I exercise because it will help me lose weight and make me slim and trim and beautiful?
No. No, I will not
Will I exercise because when I take the stairs instead of taking an elevator it means that I am helping to save the earth and using less energy?
No. No, I will not.
Will I exercise because I have gotten involved in a contest that means nothing with virtual prizes that no one cares about?
Yes! That I will definitely do.
|Look At All My Trophies!|
In case you were wondering, GCC stands for Global Corporate Challenge.
Thursday, January 22, 2015
Sylvia's sister is getting married next month and their aunt's gave her a wedding shower in New Jersey this party weekend. I took the bus to Pennsylvania and the Rivster, Poppy and I went to the Garden State for the festivities. Bette couldn't come with us as planned because she wasn't feeling well. This turned out to be ironic, because all three of us -and ten other people- picked up a norovirus there. But it was great seeing everyone.
Tuesday, January 06, 2015
Saturday, December 27, 2014
We are just past the winter solstice, and between Christmas and New Year's Eve and I'm going outside with sandals on. Unbelievable.
Looking forward to seeing Rivster, Poppyseed, and Peach tomorrow. We're going to see a friend of ours from high school who has kids the same age as those sobrinos.
Tuesday, December 02, 2014
I was in Pennsylvania this past weekend for Thanksgiving. I usually spend all the time with the sobrinos and their parents, but I happen to quite like spending time with Ace and Bette (Bace? Abet?), so I made plans for them to pick me up on Sunday at noon and then we would do some shopping I wanted to do at the mall, and they would drop me off at the four o'clock bus.
While driving in the car, innocently making chit chat, I said something like, "I really need to get around to getting some make up. And someone to tell me what make up to get. And someone to put it on me." And Bette turns to me in total seriousness and says, "You're going to miss your bus." Since the bus wasn't leaving for the and a half hours, this confused me, but it shouldn't have.
Dr. Who has Whovians, Firefly has Browncoats. If make-up had a name for its uberfans, Bette would be one. An example, if you'll oblige me. After the shopping I'd set out to do, and lunch, we went to Sephora, which has what I've always felt to be an anxiety-producing number of options. We go up to the place where women are doing make overs (or whatever the soft sell version of that is) and Bette says to me, referring to the woman whose chair I'm about to sit in, "Oh, she's really good; she used to work at the Chanel counter." Did Bette know this because she was friends with this stylist? No, she just recognized her. /And the stylist recognized her back./
Anyway, we spent as much time as we had left there and there is talk of things for the eyes and the lips and the lids and brushes and day-to-night and smudging and smokey and whatnot and in the end, I look exactly the same, except much better.
Now l don't know how long I'll keep up with the make-up routine. The make over lady seemed to think I would fall in love with all things make-up and never go back, but I know better. I've been here before. No matter. For now, I kind of feel like Ally Sheedy at the end of The Breakfast club, when her character turns from goth moppet to regular girl with a headband and judicious application of mascara.
Thursday, November 13, 2014
I was on the phone with a friend of mine the other day; she'd called for some advice. At the end of the call, she said, "Thank you so much. I wouldn't have called, but you're the only person I can talk to about this who won't judge me." What I wanted to say - but didn't! - was, "I'm totally judging you."
I'm actually very judgemental. The difference between me and most other people is that I don't usually judge people and find them wanting. I judge them and find them human. Not always. Sometime I judge them to be a [supply your own NSFW words here]. But I like people. I find them interesting.