Trials, Tribulations & Escapades (mostly funny)

Odd things:

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In no particular order

  1. A Funny:  my friends Tim & Kim with whom I had dinner Friday night (aside: Who’da thunk:  grapefruit risotto is delicious!) have a small child whose name is Bennett, who is 3.5 years old. Apparently the other morning, Bennett asked Tim:  “Has Mommy taken her Vitagirls today?”  I sense I product marketing opportunity here…
  2. Watched Sleepless in Seattle last night (had DVR’d it several weeks ago), which I hadn’t seen in years and years.  Awwwwwwwww! I think I liked Meg Ryan better back then, though…sometimes it seems these days as if she’s playing a parody of herself.  She is still monster cute, though.
  3. I marvel at technology:
    • I can see weeks’ worth of TV schedule info in advance.  There are at least 15 channels that regularly show movies (and I don’t even have any “premium” services, a la HBO).  I can push a button to record a movie that will be on several days hence, then weeks later, I get to watch the movie from bed (2.4GHz wireless video distribution system) and fast-forward painlessly through all the commercials.  Life is *swell*.
    • All of my music* is on a little box not much bigger than a deck of playing cards.  More than 6500 songs!

    *Ok, it’s not *quite* all my music, as that would be more than the 37gig that the iPod holds.  My jazz, “new age” and classical are not on the ‘pod, but with some editing out of the other music I don’t adore, I could manage that, I think.

My titmouse

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And my cardinal

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Before I forget

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Imagine this:

Someone is doing a backbend, perpendicular to the wall, with toes touching the wall. Then they raise one leg and put one foot on the wall, then the other. Then they walk up the wall, up into a handstand and then go all the way over until they’re standing again.

That was me at yoga Wednesday night. Yah me!

I’m turning into one of those people…

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…who hates squirrels.

Ok, that’s not fair.  I don’t hate squirrels.  But ever since installing the feeder right outside my bedroom window I’ve become more than a little annoyed with them.  They scare away the birdies and eat their food.

(Aside:  yes, I know, the squirrels are hungry too.  And I don’t begrudge them a little of the feed.  But when they overwhelm the birds it upsets me.)

So, I am now armed.  A squirt gun will be deployed against the next squirrel who scares away the birdies!

I do feel sort of guilty, though.

The internet is *tiny*

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Remember the guy who cut my tree (who I thought looked like Robert Redford)?

Well, the other day I found this on my doorstep!

 

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I am *muy* amused.

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Beackground: David & I were on a really boring conference call, so I was playing with PlayDoh. Amongst the things I made was a whale, which I left in David’s office. Here is the conversation we had afterwards:

ginathelintqueen: will you make sure lid is on playdoh good
David Hiscoe: yes
David Hiscoe: it shocked me
David Hiscoe: have it sitting on my window
David Hiscoe: and the static electircity was a joy
David Hiscoe: i was shocked by a playdoh whale
ginathelintqueen: OMG
ginathelintqueen: I am ROTFLOL
David Hiscoe: wiley monster of the deep

Circus!

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The Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Circus is in town, which made me remember when I was in the Circus!

Yep!  Every young child’s dream — I got to be in the circus.  It was the 106th anniversary of the RB&B&B Circus and to celebrate the occasion they picked children out of the audience to ride in the big opening parade around the arena (Dorton Arena, for any locals).  I was such a lucky kid!

They were going to put me up on one of the horses, but by that time we’d already figured out that I was violently allergic to dogs and cats (thanks to an anaphylactic shock episode involving two labrador retrievers at my uncle’s house), so the wise (I think) decision was to put me on one of the great big carriages (drawn by the horses) instead.

I vividly remember waving and smiling and being simply awestruck that *I* (along with at least 50 other kids) was in the circus!  I also got a cool thing that looked like a flying saucer and lit up that night…

………

Ok I scare myself sometimes.  I was thinking about the circus thing and knew that I had the “Certificate of Appreciation” they gave me stowed away somewhere.  So I had to go upstairs (aka “studio-cum-filing-room”) and unearth it.  Ta-dah!

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The text says:

“This colossal and commemorative certificate certifies that the bearer was a a featured guest performer in the 106th Edition of Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Circus, THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH. Let it be known that you partook in the most notable milestone in the annals of Circus History to occur in over 100 years; the marriage of Michu, “The Smallest Man in the World” to his diminutive lilliputian sweetheart.”

 

 

 

The back:
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Notice my ticket stub attached.

like I wasn’t feeling swell enough

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Quote of the day from this article, via Meep Meep and JasonJason0x21:

“[…] most singles are leaning against the bar, sighing, waiting for somebody — anybody — to happen by. The social swirl is a fallacy, at least after age 30 or so, when all the normal people get married. But like all fallacies — like the I’m-Crashing-Through-the-Jungle-in-My-Big-SUV delusion — people cling to it.

Thus the pressure from married friends. We are not, as the single people writing Rich seem to suggest, the malicious band of sideshow deformities in Tod Browning’s “Freaks,” keen to pull the unmarried into our nightmare as we chant, “You are one of us.”

Rather, in our eyes, we are trying to help our single friends salvage what’s left of their lives before the years pass, irretrievable. Single people are cowards and it pains us to see them strut around in their narrow boxes, declaring them the whole wide world.”

Yes, it’s a shallow, one-sided, rather silly article.  That being said, is it any wonder I’m anxious about my single-dom knowing that people actually think like this?  Do my co-workers or random acquaintances think I’m a loser for still being single… at 35?  I know my own grandmother sees my perpetual oneness as some sort of failure.

This is striking more of a reaction in me than it might otherwise because my “last single friend”* is now getting married.  She’s the one who always gave me hope, because she’s fabulous: funny, cute, successful, extremely smart and very nice (sometimes to a fault) — and if she was still single, then there was hope for me.  But now she’s engaged and will be married in June.  I am thrilled for her, and the fellow she’s marrying is great, but I admit, it’s caused my spirits to flag a wee bit.

*I do have other single friends, but mostly they’ve either (a) been married already or (b) don’t *want* to be married, which is an altogether different thing.

Sigh.

More of the same

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So my mom forwards me an email this morning called “A Woman Should Have” … mostly affirming, clever bits like:

“A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE…
…a youth she’s content to leave behind….

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE…

…a past juicy enough that she’s looking forward to retelling it in her old age….”

Yeah, yeah, ok that’s cute.  Here’s the bit that got me:

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE…
…enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own even if she never wants to or needs to…

Well, that’s nice.  I should be able to move out of the home I bought into an apartment…  What?  Why would I want to do that?

Oh.  I see.  Because the *assumption* is that I’m living with someone.  Well, of course I am, since I’m married…

Grrrrrrr.