I am in week 2 of Jenny Craig. Not doing that well. A lot of cheating. Too much cheating. I must do better.
My pledge as of now: NO MORE DRUMSTICKS. As in ice cream. They're not Jenny Craig legal.
Sigh.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Are you pregnant? Nunya!
Are you pregnant?
Was it planned?
Are you pregnant?
When are you having children?
Are you pregnant?
You are HUGE! I hope you are having that soon.
Are you pregnant?
If you are female and of a certain age, you have been asked these questions. My own two daughters get them weekly. Weekly!
We are living in a time of low standards. It used to be we held our thoughts out of common courtesy. Not any more. We have an opinion, we share it. We have a feeling, we share it. Who has time to weigh the pros and cons of blurting out whatever we are feeling or thinking in any given moment? That would be ... polite?
We need a movement, people. Something to counteract this theft of privacy. I can see it now: pop-up ads, billboards, bumper stickers, t-shirts, you get the idea. A movement recognized by one word so powerful it would stop people from probing into areas in which not invited or wanted.
What word? Muzzle! Don't! No! Shut! Hmmm. This is going to take some thought.
How about nunya, short for none of your business! Here's how it would work:
"Are you pregnant?"
"Nunya." Spoken without a hint of judgment or emotion, but with confidence and the satisfaction that you have stood firm. With that one word, you are able to silence the attack on your privacy.
It would take a lot of practice and patience, but I think it would be worth the effort. People of all ages and both genders must join the movement.
Another example:
"How long has your daughter (sister/brother/son) been married?"
"Five years."
"They don't have children? When are they having children?"
"Nunya!"
It could work.
Was it planned?
Are you pregnant?
When are you having children?
Are you pregnant?
You are HUGE! I hope you are having that soon.
Are you pregnant?
If you are female and of a certain age, you have been asked these questions. My own two daughters get them weekly. Weekly!
We are living in a time of low standards. It used to be we held our thoughts out of common courtesy. Not any more. We have an opinion, we share it. We have a feeling, we share it. Who has time to weigh the pros and cons of blurting out whatever we are feeling or thinking in any given moment? That would be ... polite?
We need a movement, people. Something to counteract this theft of privacy. I can see it now: pop-up ads, billboards, bumper stickers, t-shirts, you get the idea. A movement recognized by one word so powerful it would stop people from probing into areas in which not invited or wanted.
What word? Muzzle! Don't! No! Shut! Hmmm. This is going to take some thought.
How about nunya, short for none of your business! Here's how it would work:
"Are you pregnant?"
"Nunya." Spoken without a hint of judgment or emotion, but with confidence and the satisfaction that you have stood firm. With that one word, you are able to silence the attack on your privacy.
It would take a lot of practice and patience, but I think it would be worth the effort. People of all ages and both genders must join the movement.
Another example:
"How long has your daughter (sister/brother/son) been married?"
"Five years."
"They don't have children? When are they having children?"
"Nunya!"
It could work.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Misuse of power
Today, I need to vent about my neighborhood. Just a short one because I have to get going. And because I am a little uncomfortable about the subject. Paranoid is probably more accurate.
Many of our neighbors are lovely people. Others are not and it's something I forget while biking or walking around this beautiful area of Arlington. I let my guard down, smile at the people, engage in conversation, pet their dogs, and so on. Then I am reminded not everyone here is civil.
I belong to a neighborhood internet forum. We go for weeks without a Glen Becker comment. And then one slips in and the flood gates open. That's what happened this week. Henny Penny the sky must be falling because one of our neighbors has not mowed or raked. Call out the Guard. No, instead he called code enforcement.
I think code enforcement should be used for those instances where a condition endangers life or is harmful to people. This doesn't qualify.
As peeved as I am about the misuse of code enforcement, it doesn't come close to how I feel about this current Texas Legislature and their misuse of power. Even the Dallas Morning News yesterday effectively called them losers.
Don't get me started. For real. I am gonna be late for work. To be continued...
Many of our neighbors are lovely people. Others are not and it's something I forget while biking or walking around this beautiful area of Arlington. I let my guard down, smile at the people, engage in conversation, pet their dogs, and so on. Then I am reminded not everyone here is civil.
I belong to a neighborhood internet forum. We go for weeks without a Glen Becker comment. And then one slips in and the flood gates open. That's what happened this week. Henny Penny the sky must be falling because one of our neighbors has not mowed or raked. Call out the Guard. No, instead he called code enforcement.
I think code enforcement should be used for those instances where a condition endangers life or is harmful to people. This doesn't qualify.
As peeved as I am about the misuse of code enforcement, it doesn't come close to how I feel about this current Texas Legislature and their misuse of power. Even the Dallas Morning News yesterday effectively called them losers.
Don't get me started. For real. I am gonna be late for work. To be continued...
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Where did April go?
Tomorrow is the first day of May! Where did April go?
At work I have to do monthly reports. I just completed March. It seems. I know my April folder is filled with evidence of activity for this month, new clients, etc. But still. April 1st was just last week, right?
I do recall Paul's annual April's Fool thing. As he does EVERY year, he got me. He said something about a broken pool filter and that water had soaked a part of the back yard. First conversation of the morning. I followed him outside... "April Fool." Every year. I fall. And then I say, "Not next year." You can set a clock to this. It will happen.
Easter happened last weekend. That became an event unrelated to the holiday, and won't be blogged about out of respect ... for now.
Maybe it's because April is not really that momentous of a month. January is big. February is a shortie month and has Valentine's Day. March is spring break and the weather starts to remind us why we love living in the South. Jump to May. End of school. Huge. June is beginning of summer, July has the 4th, August is back to school, September begins the fall season, October builds to Halloween, November and December are probably the biggest months of the year.
So back to April. I guess maybe I didn't give you proper attention. Whatever the reason, I believe I blinked and now you're gone. Next year, like April Fools, I promise to be more aware.
Happy May Day everyone!!
At work I have to do monthly reports. I just completed March. It seems. I know my April folder is filled with evidence of activity for this month, new clients, etc. But still. April 1st was just last week, right?
I do recall Paul's annual April's Fool thing. As he does EVERY year, he got me. He said something about a broken pool filter and that water had soaked a part of the back yard. First conversation of the morning. I followed him outside... "April Fool." Every year. I fall. And then I say, "Not next year." You can set a clock to this. It will happen.
Easter happened last weekend. That became an event unrelated to the holiday, and won't be blogged about out of respect ... for now.
Maybe it's because April is not really that momentous of a month. January is big. February is a shortie month and has Valentine's Day. March is spring break and the weather starts to remind us why we love living in the South. Jump to May. End of school. Huge. June is beginning of summer, July has the 4th, August is back to school, September begins the fall season, October builds to Halloween, November and December are probably the biggest months of the year.
So back to April. I guess maybe I didn't give you proper attention. Whatever the reason, I believe I blinked and now you're gone. Next year, like April Fools, I promise to be more aware.
Happy May Day everyone!!
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Mum's the word
I watched Diana marry the prince with a bunch of co-workers from the newspaper some 30 years ago. It was in the middle of the night. We had all gathered for the watch party at the home of an editor. There was lots of food, talking, laughing. I recall sitting on a hardwood floor looking up at a small TV, probably 28-inch. It was the thing to do back then, especially if you were in the news business. The wedding back then, consumed the airwaves.
Now Prince William is getting married and the world's attention is turned to London, just as it was when his mother got married. But a lot has changed since then. We now have DVR, 24-hour cable "news", and gigantic flat televisions connected to theater quality sound systems. No need to interrupt a perfectly sound slumber. We can watch at our leisure. Pick the time. Replay any parts we want as many times as we want. Freeze the action to run to the kitchen or bathroom or to quiet a barking dog. No sitting on a hardwood floor either. More like a soft leather chair or couch in jammies holding a beverage of choice.
What fool will be getting up in the middle of the night this time to watch the royal wedding?
Me.
It's an event. OK. It's like the new year's countdown. You stay up to watch that. It's the law, really. World Cups games, too, we've gotten up in the middle of the night to watch. There's something still exciting about watching an event live. Will I have company? Probably not, unless three dogs count. But that's OK. I can watch uninterruped and cry if I feel like it, drink tea and eat scones. (I wonder where you buy scones. Is there a scones store? Starbucks!)
Maybe it's the mum in me. Prince William and my Andrea were born a month apart. Diana had a rough go as a princess, but she appears to have raised a decent prince. I am excited about getting to watch him get married, but I know I will be thinking a lot about Diana and wishing she could have been there.
Cheers!
Now Prince William is getting married and the world's attention is turned to London, just as it was when his mother got married. But a lot has changed since then. We now have DVR, 24-hour cable "news", and gigantic flat televisions connected to theater quality sound systems. No need to interrupt a perfectly sound slumber. We can watch at our leisure. Pick the time. Replay any parts we want as many times as we want. Freeze the action to run to the kitchen or bathroom or to quiet a barking dog. No sitting on a hardwood floor either. More like a soft leather chair or couch in jammies holding a beverage of choice.
What fool will be getting up in the middle of the night this time to watch the royal wedding?
Me.
It's an event. OK. It's like the new year's countdown. You stay up to watch that. It's the law, really. World Cups games, too, we've gotten up in the middle of the night to watch. There's something still exciting about watching an event live. Will I have company? Probably not, unless three dogs count. But that's OK. I can watch uninterruped and cry if I feel like it, drink tea and eat scones. (I wonder where you buy scones. Is there a scones store? Starbucks!)
Maybe it's the mum in me. Prince William and my Andrea were born a month apart. Diana had a rough go as a princess, but she appears to have raised a decent prince. I am excited about getting to watch him get married, but I know I will be thinking a lot about Diana and wishing she could have been there.
Cheers!
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Parting is such sweet sorrow
I fired my cardiologist. Sort of.
Yesterday I had an appointment with a new cardiologist, someone who had been recommended. Dr. Sneha Patel. I didn't want to fire my old (literally) cardiologist until I met Dr. Patel. I can tell you for sure now, it's out with the old and in with the new.
So I told Dr. Patel I felt disloyal to my old doc and gave her some rambling explanation for wanting to switch: wanting to be more proactive, wanting to live, wanting a doc who recalls my case after years and years of being his patient. She smiled (good response). I didn't want to be highly critical of my ex doc because that is a turn off. I mean, he did save my life, for which I am grateful. And, I really bonded with his PA, or whatever her degree is. She was always responsive and I felt well cared for... by her.
So now I am 11 years out from my triple bypass and I want to really take part in my health, living longer, etc. Enter Dr. Patel. She repeated what I had said and asked for clarifications, making no assumptions. Listening. I like that in a doc. And she is just smart. I asked her why she went into cardiology and part of her answer was she wanted a balance of working with patients and working with "the heart." Which apparently is a pretty cool thing - and important part of the anatomy - to get to work with in the field of medicine.
Oh, and would you believe I was in and out in 1 hour, 15 minutes? That is the typical wait time in my previous doc's lobby before getting called back. Then add another 30 minute or longer wait in the exam room.
Thanks to my previous doc, especially his staff. I am grateful for their kindness and care. I wish I could say goodbye in person, but that would just be awkward.
Yesterday I had an appointment with a new cardiologist, someone who had been recommended. Dr. Sneha Patel. I didn't want to fire my old (literally) cardiologist until I met Dr. Patel. I can tell you for sure now, it's out with the old and in with the new.
So I told Dr. Patel I felt disloyal to my old doc and gave her some rambling explanation for wanting to switch: wanting to be more proactive, wanting to live, wanting a doc who recalls my case after years and years of being his patient. She smiled (good response). I didn't want to be highly critical of my ex doc because that is a turn off. I mean, he did save my life, for which I am grateful. And, I really bonded with his PA, or whatever her degree is. She was always responsive and I felt well cared for... by her.
So now I am 11 years out from my triple bypass and I want to really take part in my health, living longer, etc. Enter Dr. Patel. She repeated what I had said and asked for clarifications, making no assumptions. Listening. I like that in a doc. And she is just smart. I asked her why she went into cardiology and part of her answer was she wanted a balance of working with patients and working with "the heart." Which apparently is a pretty cool thing - and important part of the anatomy - to get to work with in the field of medicine.
Oh, and would you believe I was in and out in 1 hour, 15 minutes? That is the typical wait time in my previous doc's lobby before getting called back. Then add another 30 minute or longer wait in the exam room.
Thanks to my previous doc, especially his staff. I am grateful for their kindness and care. I wish I could say goodbye in person, but that would just be awkward.
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