Ah, Mr. Powell

October 20, 2008

I’m also troubled by, not what Senator McCain says, but what members of the party say. And it is permitted to be said such things as, “Well, you know that Mr. Obama is a Muslim.” Well, the correct answer is, he is not a Muslim, he’s a Christian. He’s always been a Christian. But the really right answer is, what if he is? Is there something wrong with being a Muslim in this country? The answer’s no, that’s not America. Is there something wrong with some seven-year-old Muslim-American kid believing that he or she could be president? Yet I have heard senior members of my own party drop the suggestion, “He’s a Muslim and he might be associated terrorists.” This is not the way we should be doing it in America.

- Colin Powell

I’ve been trying to say the same thing for a long time.  “Obama is a Muslim!” says an irrationally-right wing person, and I say, “So what?” because in my eyes (and thankfully, many others) it is the rational response, so much so that far more obvious response, “No he’s not.” actually becomes secondary.  They always shoot back, “so you DO believe he’s one of them Muslims” and they spit out “them Muslims” like it’s the most vile thing on earth you could possibly be.  And I stammer, “No…” and they grin smuggly.

What is it about election year that brings out the most irrational, hate-filled sides of people?


Organized

October 14, 2008

After living a life being labeled “disorganized” by my parents, I’ve reached the conclusion that it’s been wrong; I’m hyper-organized, just not visually.  My desk will be a complete mess, but I can give you my February 2003 bank statement without having to rummage.  I haven’t done dishes in a few days, and I’m pretty sure there is mold growing somewhere in the gigantic pile by the sink, but can maintain the paperwork for the two out-of-state properties we own. I don’t bounce checks, I’m not late on payments and I haven’t overmaxed a credit card in my life.  That’s pretty impressive, if I do say so myself.

I got some great suggestions for managing the house, but I haven’t implemented them yet.  I will… soon!  In the meantime, I’ll continue to be proud of my filing cabient, and ignore my spice rack, which is not even remtoely close to alphabetical (it’s supposed to be, right?)


Everything’s Gonna Be Alright

September 8, 2008

Wow!  Not only was the conference NOT a total snooze fest, it was beneficial for me to be there!  I ended up splitting from the husband for most of the day and going to seminars that I found interesting (there was actually one that I found enormously informantive because, as of this week, I’m going to start doing some work for one of his collegues.  It’s a branch of her profession I’ve done in the past successfully, but she knows NOTHING about.  She pulled me in as a consultant, and to help her build up that part of her business.  Amazingly, this happened BEFORE he found out his company was going under.  I’m really excited!)

During one of the hours, I looked at the schedule and realized there was NOTHING on it that I found interesting.  NOTHING.  I kind of poked around and wound up in a classroom with other people who hadn’t found anything interesting, either.  They went around the room saying who they were, what they did, what they needed help with and what they could help other people with.  When it came to me, I realized that I had plenty to say.  On the two hour drive back to the confrence we had a huge conversation, and it looks like the husband is leaning in the direction of being self-employed again.  We super nervous about this, but we also realize that, being in New York City (as opposed to the suburbs where we were) is a HUGE advantage.  Also, as a professioal courtesy, his former employeer will give him, for free and/or at a reduced rate, the equipment he used while on the job.  It’s equipment that he hand selected himself (and he took advantage of the fact that it was being paid for and got the best-of-the-best), so moving it here will mean he has his “dream studio” right in our apartment.

Thank goodness we got a two-bedroom!

Ok, so anyway, he’s going to be self-employeed and even though we’re starting off with a HUGE advantage, we’ll still need help.  So I share all this in our “un-session” to the dozen or so other people in the room, and, when I drop my husband’s name (we don’t have the same last name), everyone starts falling all over themselves to give me their cards, saying they love him, they’ve seen his work, they’d love to help.  One woman was a virtual assistant and said she would help with the business side of it, which is good… neither of us are super business minded (understatement).

I think we will be ok.


Princess

September 7, 2008

My husband is one of those husbands that dotes and fawns and generally treats me like a princess.  (I, in turn, love him to pieces for it.)  We’re really close, not only as husband and wife, but as friends, or even just PEOPLE.  He’s my favorite person on earth by FAR, and I’m over the moon that I get to spend my life with him.  It’s the first time I’ve been in a healthy, close relationship with someone that I love, and there are times when I don’t know how to act properly and mess it up.  He is always so understanding, though, and he never yells or raises his voice; this concept of interacting is completely foreign to me.

Anyway, occasionally one of our friends (almost invariably single, might I add) makes a snide remark about how he caterers to me, and after last weekend which was full of such comments, I had to think long and hard about whether or not I was taking advantage of him.  I concluded that I don’t; everything he does he does willingly, and it’s obvious that he’s always gets a kick out of making me smile.  But the comments had started to get to me.

I might have gone too far into the “princessing” tonight, though, even for me.  This is what happened.

He’s away at a conference right now that’s two hours away (he took the bus).  He left last night, and today I kind of… melted.  I’m in a new house and it’s hot, everything is still a moving mess of boxes, I couldn’t find the cord for my iPhone so it died, his phone wasn’t picking up and he wasn’t getting the internet text messages I was sending him.  I had people calling me about insurance and mortgages, I couldn’t find this one important paper that I need and… I collapsed in a ball of tears by four this afternoon.  I want him HOME!

Of course, I know that he’s at this conference giving lectures and networking with people who will help further his career, which is important now more than ever because his job is in danger as of this week (the paper he’s working for is probably going to close).  I have no doubt we’ll pull through alright conference or not, but I do know, too, that it is still extremely important he be there.  So I would never ask him to come home and abandon it.

He suggested that himself, though!  Out of the blue!  I’ve been going over our conversation a hundred times trying to figure out if I “guilted” him into coming home, and I’m sure I didn’t.  He’s jumping on a train tonight, and we’ll both drive back tomorrow, together, for the last day of the conference.  He promises I’ll have fun and meet interesting people, although I’m guessing it will be a total snooze-fest.  Who cares, though.  We’ll be together!

“Are you sure you want to travel all the way back?” I asked.

“I…” he said, and then he paused and laughed a little, embarrassed.  “I just… I miss you so much!”

I can’t believe I get to keep him forever.


Real Christians

September 6, 2008

I got into a conversation with a dear right-wing conservative friend of mine.  She is a practicing Christian, and declared that no “real Christian” would vote for Obama.  She even went so far as to not allow someone with an Obama tee shirt on hold her baby.  This is going to be a long election year.

My entire life I’ve been hearing about what “real Christians” do or don’t do, and I started to question some of them around the age of 15 (I was then told that “real Christians” don’t question what their parents tell them.)

The list of what people say “real Christians” do and don’t do is extensive, and I’m pretty sure that if everyone that I’ve heard is correct, there are, in fact, no real Christians at all, anywhere.

I started listing them with a friend of mine who had grown up in the same repressive, un-joyful Christian way that I was and has, like me, put distance between herself and her joyless parents.

This was what we came up with (through several fits of laughter).

Real Christians don’t own TVs, have cable, have MTV, go to movies, go to movie rental stores or watch movies at all.  They don’t listen to “hard rock” music, “rock music”, or “soft rock” music.  (Actual quote from my pastor: “I’ll hit you with a ‘soft rock’ and then you tell me if it hurts.”)  They don’t listen to secular music, either.  Real Christians don’t listen to “hard rock” Christian music, Contemporary Christian music, Christian music with a beat or Christian music with musical accompaniment.  They don’t listen to jazz.

Real Christians don’t go to public school, secular private schools, Christian private schools, or homeschool. (Really!)  On the other hand, only homeschoolers are real Christians.

Real Christian women don’t wear men’s clothing in public, wear men’s clothing at all, or wear clothes that look like men’s clothing.  They don’t wear bright colors, drab colors, or jewlery or makeup.  Real Christain don’t worry about looking fashionable, conversly, they would never leave the house without looking fabulous.  They don’t wear pants, they don’t wear shorts, they don’t wear bikinis.  They don’t wear one piece bathing suits, they don’t swim at all.  Real Christian women don’t wear skirts that hit higher than two inches above the knee, show the thigh, show the knee, show the shin, or show the ankle.  They don’t worry about wearing skirts or pants, because worrying about such a thing is very “un Christian”.  They don’t work outside of the home, they don’t work outside of the home when they have children, and they don’t earn money.  Also, yes, they do.  They go to college, they don’t go to college, they graduate highscool, and they don’t go past eighth grade.  They use birth control, they only use natural birth control, and they don’t use birth control at all.  Real Christian women don’t have short hair, don’t have wild hair, and don’t show their hair to anyone except their husbands.  They don’t cover their hair, either, and they only cover it when in prayer.  They don’t color their hair, and they don’t color their hair pink (I tried once).  They don’t pierce their ears, they don’t pierce their ears more than once, they don’t pierce anything but their ears.  They don’t have tattoos.  They only have Christan tattoos if any.

Real Christians don’t do yoga, don’t do pilates, and don’t have acupuncture done.  They don’t use herbs healing, they only use herbs for healing, they don’t use modern medicine, and they don’t use ancient medicine.  They don’t have doctors of the opposite gender, they don’t have doctors at all, they don’t eat meat, and they are not strictly vegetarian as that would be insulting to God who gave us many delicious animals.  They don’t eat pork, they don’t eat organic, they DO eat organic and they don’t keep Kosher like the Jews, who are still waiting for the Messiah.  They DO keep Kosher because it’s in the Bible.

Real Christians don’t speak in tongues, except when they do.

We kind of got lost on the whole book of Revelations.  Apparently there’s a school of thought called Pre-something and a school of thought called Post-something that has to do with “End Times” (which are upon us, coming, and have already past hundreds of years ago.)  We tried to get our pastor friend to explain it to us, and got confused even further.

“Add that to the list,” I said.  “Real Christians understand the Bible.”  So we did.

At this point I poured us each a glass of wine which reminded us to add, “Real Christians don’t drink alcohol.” to the list.

And then we gave up!


Decorating Philosophy

September 5, 2008

My big rule for decorating: if it serves NO function whatsoever, it needs to be flat.  It can hang on a wall, lay on the floor or flat on a table, or hang from the ceiling, but it can’t just SIT THERE taking up space.  No throw pillows, no fancy please-don’t-wipe-your-fingers-on-them towels, no “shams” on the bed.  I have two exceptions: my vintage camera collection and the cake topper from my wedding; I commissioned an artist to create a bride and groom that looks just like me and the husband, right down to our wedding clothes, at a price that I’m still trying to justify. It made me really happy.


Pattern

September 2, 2008

I am currently considering this fabric as a single, skinny-panel curtain for my bedroom window.  the windo is 96 inches long, but a mere 36 inches wide.  Not uncommon in pre-war brownstones in Brooklyn, but uncommon enough that there aren’t curtains easily found in such a size.

The walls are light blue, and my bedspread is a mix of light blue, deep purple, orange, yellow, white, grey, sea foam green… LOADS of color in this bedspread!  So it will tie the blue walls and the purple in the spread together visually, but I’m wondering if the pattern is too bold for my own taste?  I guess I could buy it and do something else with it if it doesn’t work out.


New Apartment

September 1, 2008

So, between now and my last post, I moved from the suburbs to a sort of inner city neighborhood that’s “on the cusp” of getting safer and “gentrified”.  Still, there are crack deals on the corners, and there was a shooting right after we moved in.  I was traumatized seeing a dead body laying there, but the neighbors all say it was an isolated incident with really unfortunate timing (which is, right after I moved into the neighborhood!)

I cried for about a week.

Decorating is a combo of IKEA and vintage store finds, as well as Craigslist and Freecycle.  I’m trying not to buy new things when I can avoid it, because I don’t want to be contribute to the whole “consumeristic” society we live in (where having the “best you can afford”, or, worse, the “best you can put on credit” is pretty much the ultimate goal).  And I like that second-hand is “green” and also keeps you from buying something that several other people have in their houses.

Anyway, the ultimate score for me has been this 1960′s faux bois table and chair set, which fit BEAUTIFULLY into the back of my HHR.  I got it for the grand total of zero buckaroos! It’s so cute and kitchy, and just the right size for most of my vintage table cloth collection.

In case you’re wondering, the sugar shaker is one my grandfather “borrowed” from a diner in the 80′s and the old tea tin holds Splenda packets.  I found it at an antique store, and while I was there the woman who ran it kept hollering at me to not knock anything over.  I guess I looked younger than her usual customers, and made her nervous!


Oh, Walmart

July 31, 2008

I might have to brave the local, pee-smelling Walmart to see these Martha kits for myself!  They’re geared toward weddings, but how great would they be for a baby or bridal shower, too?

via


A Squashy Girl in a Bathing Suit

July 25, 2008

laundry?!  no!  sunbath!

face in grass, getting tan.

tan fat is better.


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