Author: miri

Woo! I just got the special edition of this DVD in the mail. It makes me most happy. I might not leave the house for days.

I’m in an odd mood. I officially turn “old” this week and my mood was made even worse by a question I got asked at the court house today (waiting to be called in for jury duty). “Do you work outside of the home?” WTF?? I’m old. I’m frumpy. I’m fat. I must be a housewife! (Not that there’s anything wrong with being a housewife and/or a stay-at-home mother – hell, I admire people who do that because I know I couldn’t handle that amount of work and responsibility at all!) It just feels odd to have people assume that’s my main option. I mean, I’m not at all grown up, right? Right?

Tell your elected officials to keep their promise to Africa – help stop the AIDS emergency.

Here are some pictures from the Race for the Cure.

Well, I did it! The weather was hot and very muggy (with occasional sprinkles) but seeing all 5 lanes of Congress Ave (and adjacent sidewalks) full of walkers from the river to the Capitol building was a sight I won’t forget. There were many dots of pink in the crowd – these were breast cancer survivors with either their pink survivor shirts or hats on. Also, many people had pink signs attached to their shirts with “In memory of” a lost loved one’s name or “In celebration of” a survivor’s name. At one point, my friend Jess and I were behind a father and daughter. His sign said “In memory of my wife” – hers was in memory of her mother. There was a happier moment when we found ourselves behind a family 4 walkers strong: father, son, daughter and their breast cancer surviving mom. My favorite sign? A lady in a pink survivor shirt with a sign that said, “In celebration of ME.” You go!

Towards the end of the route, there were people along the sidewalks cheering everyone on – and a policeman playing the bagpipes. He got a hearty round of applause from everyone.

We didn’t come in last, but were constantly being passed – if we hadn’t have started in the middle of the pack, I bet we’d have been feeling the door slamming on our asses as we crossed the finish line. Thanks to my friend Jess for walking along with me and not taking off on a pace her much fitter and younger body could have handled. ;)

Thanks to everyone who supported me in this walk. It was great experience and I appreciate your help in raising money and awareness for this cause.

Okay, I’m officially freaked out. I was getting ready to go out for my nightly walk. First, go into the half-bath (where the clothes hamper is) and take off my work clothes. Walk into the full-bath (yes, my house is odd – there’s a half and full-bath right next to each other) to get a drink of water and wash off my eye make-up before heading into the bedroom to put on my walking clothes. I’m standing there at the sink and feel something go “plop” onto my head! Eeee! I quickly do the “run my hands over my head and jump around like the ninny I am get that bug off from me” mambo. I feel nothing, but now look like I belong in an 80s hair band. I start looking around the bath and the half-bath for the bug that I’m sure just landed on my head only to be subsequently flung off thanks to the mambo. I can’t see anything. I keep looking and looking, knowing I won’t be able to sleep that night until I find it. All of a sudden, a feeling something tingly on my chest. I look down and crawling off my bra and onto my chest is a HUGE cockroach! It’s heading straight for the jugular! I freak again and do an even more intense “get this damn bug off me” dance. Finally, I see the roach crawling behind the toilet. Damn thing was at least 3 inches long. My heart is racing and I know I won’t be happy until that little fucker is dead! It takes about 10 minutes and I don’t have any luck mooshing it, but when it runs near the vacuum cleaner that is sitting out in my bedroom, I manage to suck the damn thing up. I could actually feel it going up the vacuum hose – it was that large. I HATE cockroaches.

Want to know why you shouldn’t feel bad if you don’t look like the people in fashion magazines and adverts? Well, because they don’t look that way either. (A close up of the face. Another example.

This is just so wrong on many levels. I want to rant about it, but how can you argue against such stupidity and arrogance?

Here’s a good, if indirect rebuttal.

An interesting look at how which news channel you watch can influence your thinking (or mis-thinking as the case may be).

[Link shamelessly stolen from infinitevoid’s journal – and he stole it from some place else. Ain’t the web grand?]

I’m going to be walking (yeah, not running) in the Susan G. Konnen Race for the Cure – sponsor me!