Momomama
We currently have two 14 year old boys in our house. My experience with that age and gender is lacking since at 14 I didn't hang it with boys and when my brother was 14 he didn't hang out with me. The secret is that they giggle as much as girls. They also get bored very very quickly. So really, I can relate to them very well.
Don;t expect any blogging for the next two weeks...what with getting married and honeymooning I will be neglecting you.
I just ordered new business cards with my new name. And it looks funny. Then I have to practice my signature. And google my new name. I am a clogger. I always wanted to be a clogger.
Hey you one percent of my readers who are Canadian...do you like me because I am so close?
When I was in graduate school for Latin American Studies, I used to joke with a friend about the lack of corresponding Canadian Studies programs. But guess what? I work mere blocks for SUNY Plattsburgh's Center for the Study of Canada, or whatever its called. See, the problem is that Canada is just not sexy. Or if it is, they manage to keep it a big old secret. Which wouldn't surprise me in the least, to be honest. That's just the way they are. Have those 1% Canadian readers ever commented? Never. Maybe if I wrote a book about living in the Northern Borderland ala Gloria Anzaldua, with pomo theory and poetry all mixed together and lots of Franglish John sayles would fill his next movie in an unnamed country north of the border.
I feel like a bog dork right now. Last night, a friend of mine from high school popped into my head. So I googled her today. And then I sent her an email. Not that I had anything to say, but just that I was thinking of her. Cause I am a dork.
My friend was very glamorous. She was the only person, other than me, that I knew who read MS. and Vogue. She had dogs names Coco and Chanel. She was tall and gorgeous and had a great fashion sense that went unappreciated in our high school. We nicknamed her Murphy Brown. When I found out where she works now, I was shocked. The latest thing I have heard her boss' name associated with is the push to put Reagan on a denomination currency. Her boss also has the first name of a puppet.
This weekend was incredibly lovely. I am hoping we'll keep up this gorgeous weather on weekends pattern through the 4th. I hope I hope I hope! I got up early on Saturday morning, before going to Vermont for my cousin's graduation party, and paddled up the river a few miles. I felt so...disciplined. Like maybe I could be the kind of person who gets up early and paddles every day. For, like, exercise. Then I laughed and laughed.
My office air conditioner is so loud that it drowns out the phone, co-workers coming to my door, and my thoughts. It also blows like the wind and is requiring me to consider investing in paperweights. I went to lunch with our ad rep from one of the local radio stations. She was running late, and while I waited I watched a storm come towards this little city. The wind blew the resin tables and chairs on the patio into a corner and ground the road sand that is leftover from the just ended winter into the plate glass windows.
I know my hands look gross when nurses who are used to looking at oozing vaginas and genital warts and the lady who is the keeper of the big bad book of STDs look at my hands and say "ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww."
Hopefully the steriods I am taking will start to help soon.
Thank you, Judge Hamilton, for ruling in PPFA vs Ashcroft the that so-called partial birth abortion ban is unconstitutional. Thank you.
Yesterday morning my hands swelled up and turned red. Now, I can barely bend my fingers. Bill had to put my hair in a ponytail for me. We can't figure out what may have caused it...other than right before it happened, I was holding some copper pipes in line at Lowes, and I also handled a closed jar of pipe primer. For a while I thought it was sunburn, but I don't have a tan line under my engagement ring. Bizarre AND painful.
ETA: The nice thing about being surrounded by nurses all day is that they are willing to diagnose you as having an allergy to something, perhaps copper, and will give you drugs. Nurses are nice.
