Friday, February 27, 2009

Friday Notes

1) I gave up Pepsi for Lent. Actually I gave up ALL carbonated beverages. It will be hard since I dearly love Pepsi.  Which is the whole point of giving up something for Lent. As a bonus, hopefully I'll able to knock off 5 more lbs!!
2) I have been sitting on several packages that I meant to send to people months ago.  Therefore, my pledge for the month of March is to send them out. So if your name is Sanna or Teacher Bee (if you are still reading) or Liz from Quiet in the Stacks or Melody or Betsy or sister-in-law Jenny or All Knowing Jen or Mum or even Min (email me your address at if you are interested) you'll soon be getting a package from Jen.  I promise!!!  If anybody else would like a package from Jen shoot me an email and I'll send you a little giftie, just for the hell of it!!
3) I've only just started reading a book about the author(s) of Nancy Drew.  I grew up reading Nancy Drew and loved her so.  I wanted to have two best friends like Bess and George and drive a low-slung roadster. 
4) I just finished reading the Emily of New Moon books by L.M. Montgomery.  She is just as satisfying a heroine as Anne of Green Gables.  While reading the book, there were several mentions of Emily "putting on her wraps" before going outside.  I wish we still wore wraps.  It sounds so much more romantic than putting on a coat, don't you think?
5) Tomorrow marks the end of February.  I am so very ready to see the back of February. I have had enough of the cold and ice and snow.  I am ready for some sun, even if it is weak, watery, blustery March sun.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Shining, gleaming, streaming, waxen, flaxen

When we were in high school, my best good friend Sanna and I both had long hair. Mine was brownish-blonde and slightly wavy. Sanna had a mass of luxuriant black, curly hair. Our friend Frank used to stroke her hair, murmuring "Your hair, your hair, your beautiful hair".

Growing up in central PA we had our choice of sports teams to root for. Either the Phildelphia teams: The Eagles and the Philles or the Pittsburgh teams: The Steelers and the Pirates. Most of the boys in our class were Eagles/Phillies fans. In an attempt to be be different, Frank was a Steelers/Pirates fan.

Troy Polomalou, Pro-bowl strong safety for the Pittsburgh Steelers also has a mass of luxuriant, black, curly hair.

Where am I going with this you ask?

I just wonder if, when Frank watches Troy make a tackle or run down the field with his locks flowing in the breeze, does he whisper to himself "his hair, his hair, his beautiful hair?"

As a bonus, watch as Troy gets tackled by his hair. He said it didn't hurt.

She asks me why
I'm just a hairy guy
I'm hairy noon and night
Hair that's a fright
I'm hairy high and low
Don't ask me why
Don't know
It's not for lack of bread
Like the Grateful Dead

Gimme head with hair
Long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming,
Streaming, flaxen, waxen

Give me down to there hair
Shoulder length or longer
Here baby, there mama
Everywhere daddy daddy

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair

Let it fly in the breeze
And get caught in the trees
Give a home to the fleas in my hair
A home for fleas
A hive for bees
A nest for birds
There ain't no words
For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder
Of my...

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair

I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy
Snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty
Oily, greasy, fleecy
Shining, gleaming, streaming
Flaxen, waxen
Knotted, polka-dotted
Twisted, beaded, braided
Powdered, flowered, and confettied
Bangled, tangled, spangled, and spaghettied!

Oh say can you see
My eyes if you can
Then my hair's too short

Down to here
Down to there
Down to where
It stops by itself

They'll be ga ga at the go go
When they see me in my toga
My toga made of blond
Biblical hair

My hair like Jesus wore it
Hallelujah I adore it
Hallelujah Mary loved her son
Why don't my mother love me?

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair

Monday, February 09, 2009

Notes from NJ

1)  I hate when people do air quotes.  It makes me want to very viciously bite off and then ptui contemptuously spit the fingers at their feet .
2)  Tom has been waging a mighty and fierce battle with our rodent enemy in the basement.  He likens it to the Star Wars Clone Wars.  The mice just keep coming, one after another. 
3)  Alas, football is over.  The Pro Bowl was last night.  Now we must say goodbye to our weekly visits with Chris Berman and Tom Jackson and Coach Ditka. 
4)  Facebook continues to enthrall me.  Just this past weekend I reconnected with my Cousin Bob, who lives in Germany.
5)  Anybody else going to watch the Housewives of NYC? I can't wait for the next season!!

Saturday, February 07, 2009

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

so betwixt the two, they licked the platter clean

Last week we got KFC. 


Original chicken and two sides – mac and cheese and coleslaw.


As usual, we ate in front of the TV.


Tom, who had imbibed several beers, became drowsy and passed out on the couch, leaving his plate of half-eaten food on the coffee table.


I was engrossed in a movie and wasn't paying much attention to my surroundings until I heard the unmistakable sounds of slurping. 


I looked over and there was our cat Althea, precariously perched on the coffee table, madly licking away at the macaroni and cheese.  I shooed her away and went back to watching my movie.


When the movie was finished I went to bed.


The next evening, while Tom and I were discussing our day, I told him how much Althea enjoyed licking the mac and cheese off his plate. 


A funny look came over his face as he admitted that when he woke up in the wee hours and saw his plate of food still on the coffee table he proceeded to eat the rest of his dinner, cat spit and all!!

Monday, February 02, 2009

bring on the blender and the coffee makers

My mother tells a story of how when I was no more than 3 or 4 I disappeared from the backyard. She looked everywhere for me only to discover that I was over visiting the neighbor.  He was up on a ladder, painting his house. He told my mother I was keeping him company.  In reality, he was a captive audience.  I was talking his ear off and most likely divulging family secrets.


Not so long ago, a co-worker made a pointed remark that I could "talk to a toaster".  He was implying that I talk too much.


It is true.


My mother calls it  "diarrhea of the mouth".


Ask anyone who knows me well and they will tell you, that at the drop of hat I can and will talk for hours on any given topic, sometimes with little or no knowledge of the subject matter.


The other day I was challenged with a strange phenomenon.


It turns out I CAN control myself and not talk to every Tom, Dick or Harry.


I was in a social situation, sitting next to a person with whom I couldn't even bring myself to start a civilized conversation.


Of course it might have more to do with the fact that a toaster has more personality than this person.