Monday, July 14, 2008

Day, Bastille















Moral of this blog: Yes. That is a baguette in my pocket.

Sunday, July 06, 2008

Flops, Flip


If you are going to wear flip flops:

a)Get a pedicure, or at least trim your toe nails. This is for the boys.
b)Wash your feet.
c)For the love of G-d, do not wear socks.
d)Don't wear them to dressy restaurants. They are not dressy.
e)Wash the flip flops if they get dirty.
f)If they are falling apart, do not duct tape them, or fasten them with security pins. Throw them away.
g)If I can smell them from where I'm sitting, throw them away.
h)Don't play with your toes when sitting on the train. This includes picking your toes, and clipping your toe nails - despite my #1 rule.
i)Stop wearing them when it snows.
j)Don't wear them so small your toes hang over the edge, that's gross.
k)Flip flops are not "Friday Casual", they are "I'm running to the drug store at 9 pm casual"
l)Do not take them off and sit cross legged at your desk. Save it for home.
m)If you are missing toenails, or toes...do not wear flip flops.
n)If you have bunions, they may be comfy...but we have to see those knobs. Go get some Easy Spirits.
o)Corns are also disgusting.
p)Hairy feet are also disgusting.
q)It is not cutsie if they match your outfit. Its cliche.
r)Don't run in them. You will fall.
s)Ladies, at least polish your toe nails if you are going to do this.
t)Don't wear shower shoes in public. (for the college/gym set)
u)If your flip flops are all squished and flat, buy new ones. There is no way they are comfortable anymore.
v)Don't call them 'thongs'.
w)Do not take one off to swat bugs, and then put it back on.
x)Toe jewelry? Come on people. I still see dirty toenails even with that ring.

I know I could come up with more. But that's all I have.

Moral of this blog: You can not convince me otherwise.

Crowds, In

Too Many People!Recently, I have noticed something about myself that actually kind of surprises me.

I love people, and I love being out and about, or to translate for Canadian Readers, oooot and aboooot.

In the past week, I have gone to concerts and took in the amazing voice of Martha Wash, Tiffany (yeah go figure, it was free), and last night, Bonnie Raitt. Outside of the fact that this clearly notes that my music tastes are all over the place - I also noted that I hate crowds.

Rather, I hate being in crowds.

The idea of seeing a large group of people excited seemed very appealing to me - I thought I'd catch the spirit and be one of the cheering masses. Instead, my pulse races, I clench my jaw repeatedly, and start getting freaked out that people touch me constantly when walking past me.

A bump, a jostle, a polite "excuse me" while putting their hand on my shoulder or waist, or torso. ACK!! Don't touch me!! I have enough trouble hugging my own Grandmother. This just puts me over the edge.

Oddly, I live in an urban area...which is congested. But as big as the city is, and as full of people as it is....I have managed to keep at least at an arms distance from anyone else. I've even had to deal with "close talkers" and survived, either by verbalizing my distaste for their proximity and letting them adjust, or just stepping back.

But then, I go and do something stupid like attend a street festival. Or go to a concert. What was I thinking?

And on top of it, I am forced to see people wearing shorts so short that their baby making anatomy may reveal itself at any moment - and people who are so grossly over weight that they can't help but touch me, even from 2 feet away.

I remedy part of this by taking nerve pills. The other remedy is keeping Purrell in my bag at all times. Some how washing my hands makes me feel better. And last, body language that says "don't touch me or I may scream, loud..." seems to work pretty well.

All in all, for living in a bustling city, I do pretty good. I realize that I prefer my crowds to be more like back yard barbeque's, and book discussion groups. Perhaps I've lost my edge now that I have a job that is basically just me in the library...and I don't have to worry about the unwashed masses. All I know is that I hate crowds. I hate being in crowds. And I hate being touched by people I don't know, unless I initiated it. But that is a whole other post.

Moral of this blog: I want to just sit and not talk and not have to be the centre of attention all the time. You know what that's like don't you?

Friday, July 04, 2008

Day, Independence

Hot dogs, hamburgers, lemonade.

Not for me, not this year. This is more like "Independent Day" for me. It is amazing to me how much my life has changed since this time last year. I can't even believe that about a year ago, I was getting ready to attend the Gaming in Libraries conference here in Chicago. I had little to no knowledge that I would be single very soon....let alone be LIVING in this great city.

In reality, I was single by that point, I just didn't know it yet.

And a season passes. And another...and so on and so forth until I find myself sitting alone in my Pre War walk up, sitting on the davenport next to my aging kitty Sophie.

Lots of good things have happened. Cool job, lots of new friends, closer yet to my older friends....dating....

And so, as I can't help myself from doing, wonder what exactly I should reflect on this Independence Day. Am I glad I'm an American? Sure. Lots of great perks...and even though it's expensive, gas is cheaper here than in London (where I wish I really lived). I'm braver than I've ever been. That's great too.

I'm setting up a brand new library from scratch for a major museum. That's amazing. I would have never dreamed that.

I used to want to be head of Catalogs for Sotheby's. I would still do it if they called me, but they won't.

I've gotten to that point where I realize that I'm in the income bracket I'll probably be in for the rest of my life, really know that I need to give up some bad habits, and try to do a few more push ups before bed...this chest is going to start sagging any day now, I just know it.

I'm also one of those people that gets pissed off that things close because of holidays...because I couldn't care less that it is a holiday.

Close the grocery store on December 25th? WHAT?? I need milk. I have the day off so I can catch up on chores! Like today.. everything is closing at 7. Oh well. Guess I'll wait until tomorrow to buy dusting polish.

Moral of this blog: Yes, that is a firecracker in my pocket.

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Better, Doing

Its been 8 days, and we both still miss her very much. Thank you for all your kindness and support.

Moral of this blog: Time heals. But I wish it would happen faster.