Oy...stream of conscious that
1: is not enough to blog about on it's own
2: I can't post on FaceBook
...is it wrong to wish my husband would JUST STOP TALKING-talk about fucking stream of conscious-holy shit. OK, maybe it's the Loritab, but...
He broke 4 ribs 8 days ago. I get that. Today we bought him a reclining chair so he could be comfortable and get some sleep. He can't sleep in the bed, he can't sleep on the couch, he tried sleeping standing up - but I pushed him over ;)
Anyway, this is the fugliest chair in the world. I think we've re-entered the 80's Italian Leather Era. It has enough "plush overstuffed leather cushions" on it to rival la donna.
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....my dogs have all of a sudden become super dumb. It's November, so that means you can't open the door yourself, WHAT? My chocolate lab is able to work the handle on the front door to let herself in and out. Today, November 11 (Thank you Veterans), it is 60 degrees out at 12:00 AM (so really it's November 12), the back door is open. I have been enjoying music and wine and the quiet noise that IS NOT my husband pontificating. Today the dog decides she can't work the screen door.
Really? Today? You have been working that door for 4 years, you go in and out like you own the place.This is not the front door where you actually had to process how it works, this is a simple>nose>door>barrel through it option.
So I ask you, do I continue to sit here enjoying the beautiful weather, shaking my head at her learned stupidity, or do I cut the neighbors some slack and show her how she need merely stick her fat, blocky head through the edge of the door to open it.
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New angle, "Honey, you need to get up and move. While you're there, could you get me some wine? Oh...and the dogs need to go out.."
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Friday, November 2, 2012
Life in the Hood
So funny story...aren't they all...?
I love living in the downtown area of Buffalo; I'm not sure we are a city anymore, feel free to correct me, but 'urban sprawl' has certainly taken its toll.
I had a conversation with my friend Deb today about her trip downtown last December 31st for FirstNight (A.K.A. 'the city', for my suburban natives who shudder at the thought of driving past the 90 exit on 33 heading WEST). She made mention of the fact that as they left Main Street, she took her boys on a trip through some of the less popular areas of the city. Boys being boys they noticed everything..."Hey, Mom! That man is peeing on the side of that building." "MOM! That man is KISSING a woman, and THAT woman is kissing another woman!" It was, after all, New Year's Eve.
Her response was,
"Close your eyes and pretend you're asleep."
As residents of downtown their entire lives, my daughters see things a bit differently. On a walk past the 'Old Pink' on a beautiful, quiet September afternoon, my nine-year-old was heard to disclaim,
"Oh, Mom, it's another one (another man peeing on the side of the building, they don't take notice
of who kisses whom; they only marvel at why you would kiss anyone that way). "
"Time to cross the street."
Now before you take a swipe at me for exposing my daughters to public expressions of affection or men peeing on the side of the Old Pink, stop and think about what we wish our children to celebrate in life...appreciating differences. I could give a rat's ass about the fact that a man is peeing in public, my greater concern is that he has nowhere else to pee...maybe, maybe not. But teaching our children to question, and teaching them tolerance and to embrace diversity is what it is all about.
And, shout out to Deb-she chose that route out of the city. She didn't happen on it by accident.
I love living in the downtown area of Buffalo; I'm not sure we are a city anymore, feel free to correct me, but 'urban sprawl' has certainly taken its toll.
I had a conversation with my friend Deb today about her trip downtown last December 31st for FirstNight (A.K.A. 'the city', for my suburban natives who shudder at the thought of driving past the 90 exit on 33 heading WEST). She made mention of the fact that as they left Main Street, she took her boys on a trip through some of the less popular areas of the city. Boys being boys they noticed everything..."Hey, Mom! That man is peeing on the side of that building." "MOM! That man is KISSING a woman, and THAT woman is kissing another woman!" It was, after all, New Year's Eve.
Her response was,
"Close your eyes and pretend you're asleep."
As residents of downtown their entire lives, my daughters see things a bit differently. On a walk past the 'Old Pink' on a beautiful, quiet September afternoon, my nine-year-old was heard to disclaim,
"Oh, Mom, it's another one (another man peeing on the side of the building, they don't take notice
of who kisses whom; they only marvel at why you would kiss anyone that way). "
"Time to cross the street."
Now before you take a swipe at me for exposing my daughters to public expressions of affection or men peeing on the side of the Old Pink, stop and think about what we wish our children to celebrate in life...appreciating differences. I could give a rat's ass about the fact that a man is peeing in public, my greater concern is that he has nowhere else to pee...maybe, maybe not. But teaching our children to question, and teaching them tolerance and to embrace diversity is what it is all about.
And, shout out to Deb-she chose that route out of the city. She didn't happen on it by accident.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Miss Representation
November 4 Update: After several days reflecting on the Irish step-dancer-porn-star comment, I realize that I let someone's judgement of me cloud my thinking, my perception of myself, and generally make me feel like crap.
How can women EVER expect to move forward in a culture where we continue to judge one-another. THAT, my friends, continues to be the culture women embody. The fact that she interrupted a conversation to call me that says boat-loads about how we treat one another. And this is a very forward thinking, intelligent woman. I've included a picture from the party. You decide.
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I went to a screening of the documentary Miss Representation
http://www.missrepresentation.org/the-film/
only to discover how much we as women, oh yes, myself included, STILL embody the culture and the objectifying of women.
As my friend Elizabeth so bluntly put it, "We want to feel attractive, sexy, and looked at that way by men." Fuck. As a woman, I can't argue that statement.
What I can argue is that tonight I went to a Halloween party dressed as, of all things, an Irish dancer. Without even THINKING about it, I went from Irish step-dancer to Irish step-dancer-porn-star (Thank you, to my friend XXXXX for pointing out the subtle-obvious). I get it, right. Who doesn't want to feel like every forty-something husband in the room is taking you home in their fantasy tonight-EWWWWW!
The point is, I chose to 'dress up' in a costume that I had already decided was the accepted norm. I didn't give it a thought.
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Original Post
I went to a screening of the documentary Miss Representation
http://www.missrepresentation.org/the-film/
only to discover how much we as women, oh yes, myself included, STILL embody the culture and the objectifying of women.
As my friend Elizabeth so bluntly put it, "We want to feel attractive, sexy, and looked at that way by men." Fuck. As a woman, I can't argue that statement.
What I can argue is that tonight I went to a Halloween party dressed as, of all things, an Irish dancer. Without even THINKING about it, I went from Irish step-dancer to Irish step-dancer-porn-star (Thank you, to my friend XXXXX for pointing out the subtle-obvious). I get it, right. Who doesn't want to feel like every forty-something husband in the room is taking you home in their fantasy tonight-EWWWWW!
The point is, I chose to 'dress up' in a costume that I had already decided was the accepted norm. I didn't give it a thought.
Worst Mother of the Year 2012
The time is ripe, post your Worst Mother of the Year tale here: Somewhere in the mayhem of soccer, lacrosse, orchestra, cross country, hockey and dance we never...fill in the blanks...
-Sent my friend last year's birthday card
-bought our pumpkins
-carved our pumpkins
-found my daughter's boots
-put your sheets back on your bed (I'm sorry, you have a problem sleeping on a bare mattress for 2 weeks? Do it yourself, oh wait...you can't reach the bed)
...fill in the blanks my friends, leave a comment. Anyone who is a mother has been there...
-Sent my friend last year's birthday card
-bought our pumpkins
-carved our pumpkins
-found my daughter's boots
-put your sheets back on your bed (I'm sorry, you have a problem sleeping on a bare mattress for 2 weeks? Do it yourself, oh wait...you can't reach the bed)
...fill in the blanks my friends, leave a comment. Anyone who is a mother has been there...
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