tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51899422011-04-21T14:06:45.512-05:00The Incredible Shrinking WomanMostly unimportant blather from my worldview.Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comBlogger1371100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1123083247374635002005-08-03T10:20:00.000-05:002005-08-03T10:34:07.380-05:00Vanessa and I have bought a house in the historic Garfield Park South neighborhood in Indianapolis. It's beautiful. We've had the hardwoods refinished, and we're putting carpet back in two bedrooms. Quick description: 1935, bungalo-style, 3-bedroom, 2-bath with enclosed front and back porches, partially finished basement, fenced backyard, 2-car garage, and full attic. It's perfect. The house is Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1113404465490970082005-04-13T10:01:00.000-05:002005-04-13T10:01:05.490-05:00Powerful Stuff
Andrea Dworkin has passed. I remember reading Dworkin in an Intro to Feminism class I took in college, and she definitely had a significant impact on my feminist consciousness, whether I held with everything she had to say or not-- kind of in the same way that Adrienne Rich's essays helped shaped me both as a feminist and as a lesbian, making lesbianism, in some ways, a feminist Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1107461877932738242005-02-03T14:17:00.000-06:002005-02-03T14:17:57.933-06:00Knitting by the Numbers
I love the percentage method. I've been knitting this sweater for about a week and a half, and I'm already almost done. I think I'll have it finished by the end of the weekend. And it's turning out great! Can't wait to do my next one. Maybe I'll incorporate some cables.
So many things I want to knit right now, though. I was planning to do a bag next, but I've had so muchMelodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1106747896088994562005-01-26T07:58:00.000-06:002005-01-26T08:02:48.556-06:00Seeing Red
I did it. I went red. I cut off all my hair a few months ago, but lately I've been getting kind of bored with having the same style every day. I can't make it grow by inches overnight, and I can't go much shorter without shaving it, but changing the color's easy enough. Now I'm Cherry-Cola-- at least for the next 3-4 months. I'm kind of enjoying life as a redhead, although it Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1105643305489361282005-01-13T13:00:00.000-06:002005-01-13T13:08:25.490-06:00Knit-crazed
Would it be possible for me to find a job outside of a sweatshop in the 3rd world that allowed me to knit all day long? Because since Christmas, that's about all I can think about. Seriously-- it is becoming an addiction. Most of the time when my mind wanders, I'm thinking I'd rather be knitting right now. I'm thinking about my current project or what I want to knit next or about Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1105541968099206242005-01-12T08:29:00.000-06:002005-01-12T08:59:28.100-06:00Weighing In
It's January 2005, two years since I began the weight loss program that made the the incredible shrunken woman. For those of you who don't know, I joined Lifestyle Strategies of Indiana, now known as Health and Nutrition Technology, in January 2003. Incredibly, they have a Web site now, so I finally don't have to explain for a half an hour what the program is when I tell my weight Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1100642043213078582004-11-16T13:26:00.000-06:002004-11-16T15:54:03.213-06:00None of my business, but has the black community disowned Condoleeza Rice yet?
When I heard about her nomination to Secretary of State, I couldn't help thinking of that Audre Lorde poem Power.
An excerpt:
Today that 37-year-old white man with 13 years of police forcing
has been set free
by 11 white men who said they were satisfied
justice had been done
and one black woman who said
"They Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1099665044914614702004-11-05T08:21:00.000-06:002004-11-05T08:30:44.913-06:00Onward and Upward
Like a lot of others, I've been feeling pretty hopeless in Indiana, the first state to be declared for Bush the other night. Then I was talking to a friend on the phone the other night who said something like this, "I know one thing. I can't wait another 4 years for a chance to fix the world's problems. I voted for Kerry, and things didn't get better; now I've got to stop beingMelodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1098392079406867622004-10-21T15:51:00.000-05:002004-10-21T15:54:39.406-05:00We have an accepted offer. Now I just have to sit on pins and needles for a month until closing that nothing terrible happens like the buyer's financing falling through or a tornado hitting the house.
It's a big relief. Now we've got to start thinking about getting the rest of the crap out of there, like my furniture and whatever's in the garage.
Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1098370130662447382004-10-21T09:47:00.000-05:002004-10-21T09:48:50.663-05:00Commense rocking in the fetal position
I have an offer on my house. I have an offer on my house. I have an offer on my house.
Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1097778154309197512004-10-14T13:15:00.000-05:002004-10-14T13:22:34.310-05:00All grown up
Being a grown up means you get to say things like "My lawyer wants to talk to your lawyer" instead of "My mom wants to talk to your mom."
Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1096299374901164902004-09-27T10:36:00.000-05:002004-09-27T10:36:14.900-05:00Ten Things I Learned in Eastern Kentucky this Weekend
The lower gears on my car are there for a reason.
There's no such thing as a town too small for Wal-Mart or McDonald's.
There are places in the world where everyone still smokes.
The post office is the best place to stop for directions. Those people go everywhere.
Hominy rocks!
Every family should have a school bus in the front yard. NotMelodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1095974873611696082004-09-23T16:25:00.000-05:002004-09-23T16:27:53.613-05:00Bad Sign
In case you've ever wondered, it's never good news when you walk into the Ladies Room and see someone exiting a stall with her sleeves rolled up above her elbows. Good God, woman, what did you have for lunch?
Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1095103323851288292004-09-13T13:47:00.000-05:002004-09-13T14:22:03.850-05:00Got to see Zonker on Sunday. He was passing through Illinois on his way to see his father in Wisconsin, so I met him in Springfield for pizza. I haven't seen him in 3 1/2 years. I met him via phone and e-mail when I was his editor back at Prima. I met him in person in Vegas at Linux Business Expo in November 2000. This was during my first few months as an acquisitions editor, and that was my Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1088112784766649372004-06-24T16:12:00.000-05:002004-06-24T16:33:04.766-05:00You've got to admit it's getting better...
I find myself resenting technology much of the time. I spend so much time with it at work that I can hardly bare to drag the laptop out in the evening, even if I just want to look up a movie time or check on the weather. It's this ugly hard machine in my soft comfy home space.
Then as I was doing some consumer electronics-related Internet research Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1079644252456744542004-03-18T15:10:00.000-06:002004-03-18T15:35:43.390-06:00When I was in high school, I had the good fortune to take a Contemporary Literature class that introduced me to some of my favorite writers and poets. We did a unit on the Beats, a generation of poets who were influenced by, among other things, jazz. It was through this class that I was introduced to one of my favorite beat poets-- Diane di Prima. If you get a chance, please take a look at what Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1075408593980194772004-01-29T14:36:00.000-06:002004-01-29T14:39:01.060-06:00And this is why I'm socially inept
Found this comment in a Salon.com editorial about 1st Lady Laura Bush. It's kind of hard to see the connection to the article's subject until you actually read the article, and the actual article is irrelevant. This is what I want to comment on (sorry, I'm too lazy to figure out what it would take me to indent):
"Reading a lot of fiction can, I believe, make aMelodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1074190584920320972004-01-15T12:16:00.000-06:002004-01-15T12:18:16.593-06:00Distressed
I am the worst granddaughter in the world. My grandmother had a stroke last weekend, and she's moving out of her own apartment and in with my Aunt Peggy. Of course I am concerned, but my grandmother and I have never been close. I'm more concerned about the emotional stress it's putting on my mother.
Then my mom calls this afternoon and tells me that their miniature dachshund Augie, Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1074094161782356692004-01-14T09:29:00.000-06:002004-01-14T09:31:11.810-06:00Still Alive
Incredible Shrinking Woman readers, if any of you still exist, bear with me. I know it has been a month, but I'm dealing with serious life changes.
Belinda has decided to give up the house. I'm going to be refinancing it or assuming the mortgage, and then I plan to put it back up on the market. Wish me luck that it doesn't take a lifetime to sell it.
The holidays with mom and dad Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1071169906433198222003-12-11T13:11:00.000-06:002003-12-11T13:12:52.093-06:00Life Updates
I'm letting way too much time pass between entries. I just wanted to write in today to say that I'm happy and well. A quick run down of what's been going on:
I'm still seeing Vanessa, and she is wonderful. We've got a couple of trips coming up that we're going to be taking together. I've been enjoying the holidays with her. We put up a Christmas tree at my house last weekend and Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1070376956725437262003-12-02T08:55:00.000-06:002003-12-02T08:56:49.750-06:00Stupid Question
Who eats Pad Thai at 10:00 in the morning? Doesn't that sound a little early for thai food?
Damn it. Why does it smell so good?Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1069446896688279092003-11-21T14:34:00.000-06:002003-11-21T14:35:34.750-06:00Worthless Entry
I'm stressed and angry and frustrated right now, and you know what's frightening? It really makes me want to eat. 15 lbs away from my goal weight, and all I can think about right now is how I wish I had junk food-- chips, chocolate, popcorn, something.
OK. Two minutes later, and I'm back. I just made popcorn. Orville Redenbacher's Smart Pop, so it's only 110 calories for the Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1068841121422239792003-11-14T14:18:00.000-06:002003-11-14T14:19:10.576-06:00Mommy dearest
Saw a link to this Onion story on Steph's blog. What do you do when your mom happens to surf across your blog.
Shirley (meine Mutter) would croak if she saw this blog. Here I am telling everyone I like girls, airing all my business. As Mac would say, "Clutch the pearls! What must the neighbors think?!" I live by the assumption that mom will never learn how to use Google. She's Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1068756204008511932003-11-13T14:43:00.000-06:002003-11-13T14:43:51.513-06:00Turkey with light mayo, please-- oh, and a Haagen-Daas chaser
Got a nice compliment from a woman in the mail room just now about how much weight I'd lost. She's going in for bariatric surgery (stomach stapling) on Monday. I hear more and more people around me considering this. Stomach stapling frightens me-- the whole idea of surgically altering your body to allow you to starve yourself more Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1068650326572098222003-11-12T09:18:00.000-06:002003-11-12T09:19:12.826-06:00Can't go home again
No calls from my mother in 2 1/2 days. I can't get her at home, and the cell phone is turned off. I'm assuming, at this point, that I'm being served with the silent treatment. I have had the silent treatment before-- for two weeks when I told her about Belinda and I. It was torture, but at least this time I'm older and a little wiser. I need their approval a little less, but Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1068566036723610162003-11-11T09:53:00.000-06:002003-11-11T16:08:29.543-06:00Putting a face to the blame
Article on Salon this morning about the new products being developed for an obese world. According to the article, 20% of Americans are now considered obese. I wonder what percentage of us are just overweight. I know I still fall into that category. Most people who are overweight are on their way up, I think, not down.
Having recently been a member of the target Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1068563274301440092003-11-11T09:07:00.000-06:002003-11-11T09:08:19.390-06:00Family Matters
Dinner last night with Katy, Joe, and Vanessa. She's meeting my friends, who are as much or more my family than my parents and sisters are. Katy, thank you for taking this opportunity to grill her on her dating history, eating habits, cooking skills, and thoughts on having children. Also thanks for asking us if we're planning to get married. I love you for that. Somebody has to Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1068476914193755702003-11-10T09:08:00.000-06:002003-11-14T14:21:14.840-06:00New Beginnings
Gentle readers of The Incredible Shrinking Woman (I think there are about 5 of you), I am seeing someone new and wonderful. Meet sweet Vanessa. I will try to fill you in on some of the details about her and what we're doing over the coming weeks. I probably won't tell you everything. Some things I want only for myself.
I will say this: She is witty, warm, easy to talk to, funny, Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1068155181945852432003-11-06T15:46:00.000-06:002003-11-14T14:21:03.513-06:00Kiss and Tell
I don't know what to post about today, so we're going with the theme of firsts. Let's begin with kissing.
My first kiss was with Ed something-or-other at a high school dance. I was 14. I didn't want to kiss him. We were flirting in the hallway by the bathroom, and suddenly he slammed me up against the wall and before I knew what was happening, shoved his tongue through my teeth. Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1068046177179536782003-11-05T09:29:00.000-06:002003-11-05T09:54:16.653-06:00Truth in advertising
One more thing. Cross your fingers for me, but for the last few days, no J.C.-related ads on my blog!Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1068046104892637842003-11-05T09:28:00.000-06:002003-11-05T09:54:03.763-06:00Dance
On a slightly less somber note, I love this Diane Wakoski poem-- Belly Dancer. It adequately expresses how I'm feeling lately. Despite the war that's being waged on our bodies, there are just days, sometimes weeks, months, I love being a woman. I'm going to this fabulous Greek restaurant on Friday, and I think they're going to have a belly dancer, so this is doubly appropriate.
BTW: No Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1068045282045709002003-11-05T09:14:00.000-06:002003-11-14T14:20:50.763-06:00Ladies, grab your coat hangers
The soon to be signed Partial Birth Abortion bill doesn't even include a provision to protect the life of the mother. What is there to say about this? It's an awful day for women's rights.Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1067528040129348642003-10-30T09:34:00.000-06:002003-10-30T09:33:59.106-06:00This is just to say...
Great site for poetry fans: www.plagiarist.comMelodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1067527914200319482003-10-30T09:31:00.000-06:002003-11-11T16:06:29.170-06:00Never be afraid of color, dahling
Do Americans prefer bland colors? According to this PC Week article, they might. The rise of Target would indicate otherwise. Though it's not practical, I think that I'm willing to pay more for an item if it comes in a bright, appealing color, and Target is full of strong primaries and bright neons. I love that. Everything looks so bright and neat and crisp. I Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1067371557326853692003-10-28T14:05:00.000-06:002003-11-11T16:05:24.076-06:00Just a good quote
I think the purpose of life is to be happy,
to be useful, to be responsible, to be honorable,
to be compassionate. It is, above all, to matter;
to count, to stand for something, to have made
some difference that you lived at all.
~~ Leo RostenMelodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1067358653469827852003-10-28T10:30:00.000-06:002003-11-11T16:05:07.090-06:00Do I dare? Do I dare?
OK. I'm getting kind of sick of seeing all the J.C.-related ads on my blog. I know I've posted a couple of times about spirituality, but this is ridiculous. I know if I don't like it, I should just move to the paid version of Blogger, but I just don't spend enough time here or care enough about the layout and functionality to do that right now. This is just a nice way for Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1067353720078917742003-10-28T09:08:00.000-06:002003-11-11T16:05:36.873-06:00Feeling groovy
Feeling fab today. Spent a nice evening last night at home lazing in the bathtub and chatting on the phone with a friend. I babied myself with a foot scrub and exfoliating face mask, and this morning I feel like a million bucks in my sassy new cuffed gray pants.Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1067271094743459972003-10-27T10:11:00.000-06:002003-10-27T10:11:40.216-06:00Everyone loves the circus!
Just to make life a little more interesting, I'm having lunch with Belinda and her new girlfriend this afternoon. Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1066935264868143912003-10-23T13:54:00.000-05:002003-10-23T14:52:51.366-05:00This is huge... I think
Today Amazon is announcing this new Search Inside the Book feature. I feel kind of lost because I'm in publishing, and yet I had no idea this was coming. Someone just told me that it came up during a meeting while I was on vacation in August. I'm not quite sure what to make of it yet. At least at first glance, it looks like this could provide a much more comfortable book Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1066846405408061722003-10-22T13:13:00.000-05:002003-10-22T15:36:57.476-05:00Ain't that America?
As a born Hoosier, I'm kind of obligated to adore John Mellencamp, but now that he and his wife have written this open letter to President Bush, I like him even more. Personally, I didn't think his song From Washington last year was any great musical feat, but I did think it took guts to criticize the current administration when the majority of his fans reside in the corn Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1066832392495334182003-10-22T09:19:00.000-05:002003-10-22T09:19:52.396-05:00Say it isn't so!
Noooooo, Elton! I thought you had more self-respect than this. You're a real artist. Vegas? Come on. I know you love those glasses, but Vegas is the cheesiest town on earth, with the possible exception of Branson, Missouri.Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1066747893393840552003-10-21T09:51:00.000-05:002003-11-11T16:04:46.996-06:00I want to believe
Stealing this blogging idea from Mac at The Go Fish this morning because it's Halloween-y and because I've been thinking a lot about spirituality lately anyway. Do you believe in ghosts?
I want to believe in ghosts in the same way that I want to believe in angels, but of course, angels are different than ghosts. I want to believe that someone I can't see is looking out for me-Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1066674299268791072003-10-20T13:24:00.000-05:002003-10-20T16:40:33.640-05:00The Way We Were
Visited my old stomping grounds this weekend for the first time in 7 years. For those of you who don't know, I spent my junior and senior years at a residential high school located on the campus of Ball State University. The dorm has changed a little, but the atmosphere is the same. There were kids everywhere playing euchre, having geeky conversations about philosophy and Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1066170319230941172003-10-14T17:25:00.000-05:002003-10-14T17:25:19.043-05:00Bronze Beauty
So going to tanning salons causes cancer, eh? No kidding. I love Salon, but this is news? Blondes who tan are twice as likely as brunettes to develop skin cancer. Redheads are four times as likely. I guess I'll have to give up my spot on the Swedish bikini team. : )
Actually, I've never been much for tanning. I just don't bother. I love the beach, but I'd rather spend my time in Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1066074088389385202003-10-13T14:41:00.000-05:002003-11-11T16:04:14.390-06:00I don't
Went shopping with my sister this weekend for bridesmaid dresses. I'm the maid of honor in her upcoming wedding. Boy, is she ever gonna be sorry. In case anyone was wondering, I'm not that "wedding-y" a girl. I do see tremendous value in making a public declaration of your love and commitment to another person before family, friends, and the deity of your choosing. I still hope to do Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1066071387290900682003-10-13T13:56:00.000-05:002003-11-11T16:03:51.076-06:00Quotable
Anger makes you smaller, while forgiveness forces you to grow beyond what you were.
~~ Cherie Carter-Scott
Came across this quote today at Vince's. It bore repeating.Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1065966949872075192003-10-12T08:55:00.000-05:002003-11-11T16:02:20.733-06:00Fancying Fall
Spent a wonderful day yesterday walking and talking with a new friend in Broad Ripple. Indiana is gorgeous right now. The leaves are really starting to turn. That's one thing I love about the Midwest-- the seasons. I think Fall is my favorite. Right now, my side of town is blanketed in reds, yellows, and orange. I just looked outside, and the leaves have covered my lawn, seemingly Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1065537128364939472003-10-07T09:32:00.000-05:002003-10-07T09:32:08.096-05:00Everybody's somebody's super hero, I guess
This guy is a hero to the illegally parked. I like the outfit, particularly the golden briefs. I think my super hero (heroine?) outfit would have to include a fancy headpiece of some kind. Maybe a crown in the shape of a curled up cobra? Hmm. What would I save people from? Maybe I could smash punch clocks so that people wouldn't get written up or fired Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1065204867177878402003-10-03T13:14:00.000-05:002003-10-03T13:14:27.153-05:00Friendly Office Banter
It's always lovely when someone you dislike compliments you on how much weight you've lost, then steps back, squints his eyes at you, and exclaims, "Gosh! It's like you're a completely different person!" Don't get me wrong. I can accept a compliment. I appreciate compliments. This guy just happens to be kind of a jerk. His tone was more like, "Wow. You used to be Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1063376989269492922003-09-12T09:29:00.000-05:002003-09-12T09:29:49.216-05:00Mourning the Man in Black
Johnny Cash is dead. The world is shit. I love Johnny Cash and am taking this loss hard. I heard about his passing on NPR on the way to work this morning and cried in the car. Johnny Cash was a fully exposed human being. His very simple lyrics put his insides on his outsides. He was sad. He was feeling. He was funny. His music brought me to a deeper understanding of Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1063308857836345312003-09-11T14:34:00.000-05:002003-09-11T15:45:39.863-05:00By the book? Yeah, right.
I have to admit that I'm a bit intruiged by this new film The Passion. I'm sick of Mel Gibson. I think he has incredible gaul to claim that this film cannot be anti-semitic because it is fully historically accurate and, of all things, directed by the Holy Spirit. Any creative pursuit a human being undertakes is going to have some spin on it. A story is always told from Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1063217274226708662003-09-10T13:07:00.000-05:002003-09-10T13:07:54.266-05:00Smurf This!
When I was a kid, I had a Smurf board game, and every time my friend Robin came over to my house, I made her play-- way past the point in time when I should have been playing with Smurfs. In fact, I was probably in my early teens before the Smurf game got shoved to the back of my closet. It lived within easy reach just under my bed for a very long time.
We had a huge yellow beanbag Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1063055497717336152003-09-08T16:11:00.000-05:002003-09-10T13:08:17.330-05:00Take a Hike
Spent Saturday at Brown County State Park with friends and went hiking (really hiking!) for the first time in several years. It felt so great to use my muscles that way. I don't think I even enjoyed it this much when I was a kid. Actually, I know I didn't. I was whiny about the outdoors as a child. I didn't like getting hot. I probably spent too much time reading. What a lot of time Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1062534768950630982003-09-02T15:32:00.000-05:002003-09-02T15:32:48.953-05:00The Skin I'm In
Feeling itchy in my skin today, like I'd like to shed it. It would be so fantastic to be able to do that. The new, improved, younger, firmer Mel would be radiant with color and confidence, would glide easily through her days, wouldn't wrinkle, wouldn't sweat, wouldn't erupt in meetings, would drink less caffeine, would get more sleep, could be demure when she wanted to be, Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1062081244390834112003-08-28T09:34:00.000-05:002003-08-28T09:34:04.383-05:00A quote from the esteemed Ahnuld, "I think that gay marriage is something that should be between a man and a woman." UGH! Does anyone really think this man is smart enough to run for office? What? Basic intelligence is no longer a requirement?Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1061488008918056002003-08-21T12:46:00.000-05:002003-08-21T12:48:04.093-05:00Cheers for the Queers
Oh for goodness sakes. Who cares if a cop let a couple of gay guys try on his uniform on national TV. OK. I know. I know. Now I need to add in the obligatory socially responsible homosexual person's response to "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy": Ugh. The show just promotes stereotypes. When will people learn that gay men are not naturally endowed with the style gene. Gays Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1061325681347146882003-08-19T15:41:00.000-05:002003-08-20T08:49:36.353-05:00While we were on the Outer Banks, we took some time out to visit Roanoke Island, the site of the first British colony in North America. My mom has always told me that I can trace my roots back to Ralph Lane, the first governor of the colony of Roanoke. It's in our family tree. Well, let me tell you what's not in our family tree that I learned last week.
Ralph Lane was chosen to be governor of Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1061325536230023212003-08-19T15:38:00.000-05:002003-08-19T15:45:40.493-05:00Ocracoke
I'm baaaaaaaack. Not that I want to be. I missed Ocracoke the minute I stepped onto the ferry. It's such a little haven. You still can't drive to it, and I'm hoping that it will be a long time before they build a bridge across Pamlico Sound to make that possible. We saw a lot more people this year-- a lot more SUVs on the beach, and that made me sad, but you can still get away by Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1060269317233257372003-08-07T10:15:00.000-05:002003-08-07T10:15:17.200-05:00Me and Be and Gilligan Makes Three
One more day and I am off to lovely Ocracoke Island, North Carolina, my favorite vacation spot of all time, for a whole week! Needless to say, the anticipation is making it impossible to focus on work. Ah Ocracoke-- no phone, no fax, no disgruntled authors and editors. No laptop either! That's right! I'm not taking it with me. I'm taking my cell phone, but Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1059662566927640732003-07-31T09:42:00.000-05:002003-07-31T09:47:08.906-05:00Take another little piece of my heart now, baby
I'm sure that by now everyone's heard about Bush's statement on gay marriages and about his support for the new proposed amendment that would define marriage as a union between a man and a woman. I'm not even angry anymore. I just feel tired and without hope. When will people stop fighting to undermine love? In such a frenzied world, where there's Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1059058885069229982003-07-24T10:01:00.000-05:002003-07-24T10:01:24.890-05:00Homage
Having lunch today with my former boss from Prima. I love Kim. It was so wonderful to have a manager like her early in my career. She cared about me and where I was going. She helped me identify my goals and made sure that I never sold myself short. She's why I went from Associate Project Editor to full-fledged Acquisitions Editor in two years. Of course, that probably doesn't mean Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1058983220942108402003-07-23T13:00:00.000-05:002003-07-23T13:10:16.873-05:00Flash back to Sesame Street
Ladies and possibly also the gay men who stop by Incredible Shrinking Woman, I'm going to go out on a limb here and assume that I am not the only one of us who recalls the simple uninhibited pleasure of flipping my long blond hair from side to side in my first ponytail; yeah, basically the little girl's version of "if you've got it, flaunt it." Unfortunately, as you Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1058799506755419222003-07-21T09:58:00.000-05:002003-07-21T09:58:26.606-05:00It's getting hot in here
Went to my friend Amy's this Saturday and hung out chatting and tanning with drunk lesbians in the baby pool in her backyard. After sobering up with a fabulous dinner of fried bluegill recently caught by Amy's parents, Laurie and I went to her house to grab some games. On our drive back just before dusk, Amy called Laurie's cell to tell us that one of the previously Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1057588030740623002003-07-07T09:27:00.000-05:002003-10-23T14:11:54.023-05:00Three's a Crowd
One negative thing did happen this weekend. We met Amy's creepy across-the-street neighbor.
This is the small town where Belinda grew up. It's tiny. People know your business. If you're gay, they know it, and everyone knows about Amy. I guess to some people, just knowing someone is a lesbian is invitation enough to walk onto their private property and let it be known that you'd Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-105758693413601952003-07-07T09:08:00.000-05:002003-10-23T14:13:18.366-05:00Happy Belated 4th of July
What a kick ass July 4th weekend I had! Belinda and I went to Northern Indiana to visit with family and friends. We've got a friend whose father keeps a house on a lake up there, and we spent a good part of the weekend tanning and jet skiing-- not tanning on purpose really, but tanning all the same. I won't go to a tanning bed because I'm clausterphobic and afraid of Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1056980754064785902003-06-30T08:45:00.000-05:002003-06-30T08:45:53.900-05:00A bright light goes out
Katherine Hepburn was so much larger than any film she ever did. When I first saw her in Suddenly Last Summer, I remember thinking: this is why people love theater.
Writers must have loved Hepburn. She had a way of making everything that came out of her mouth feel like an eternal truth. It's funny how some celebrities can pass and you hardly remember their faces an hour Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-1056635038169869562003-06-26T08:43:00.000-05:002003-06-26T09:07:54.453-05:00Breaking it down with the bad boys of Starbucks
OK. This is ridiculous. I need to post-- #1. Because this outlet is good for me, and #2. Because I want whoever's out there reading to keep reading. I'm making some nice new friends this way. Bear with me. I might be a bit hard to follow for a while.
Last night I went to Starbucks in Carmel to listen to a bad acoustic cover band. Actually, the Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-957908792003-06-18T09:14:00.000-05:002003-06-18T09:14:05.950-05:00Getting Through
A couple of those who know me know that I'm going through a really hard time right now. Those of you who do not know what's going on, please don't be offended that I haven't spoken with you about it. I've been reluctant to post to my blog because I'm not sure what will come out, and I don't want to share my problems with everyone; however, writing is an important outlet for me. IMelodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-956356692003-06-13T12:24:00.000-05:002003-06-13T12:24:25.000-05:00Hoop Dreams
The people who own our office building have installed a basketball goal at the back of our parking lot. Belinda is in heaven. I don't remember if I ever filled you in on the outcome of our basketball goal saga (scroll to the bottom). We got the darn thing up, and then the base ended up having a leak. The next week, Indiana got hit with major windstorms, and it ended up falling over Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-955930432003-06-12T10:34:00.000-05:002003-06-12T10:34:42.873-05:00This message brought to you by the letter S
Belinda and I have recently discovered one of the world's most perfect foods-- Soy Crisps. Seriously. If you have a Trader Joe's in your town, go right now.
They are 120 calories per 18 crisps with only 2g of fat and NO saturated fat. They're low carb and have 8g of protein, 6.5 of those from soy! They smell and taste like real chips, not tofu. They Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-955080242003-06-10T10:05:00.000-05:002003-06-10T10:06:15.000-05:00Death and Destruction on West 67th
Because of me and my lead foot, an innocent squirrel met an untimely end this morning. I can't help but wonder if he had a partner somewhere-- someone who's still waiting for him to return with breakfast.
I'm incapable of recovering gracefully from an animal hit. I don't really believe in the inherrent goodness of humankind, but I do believe in it for animals.Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-954757162003-06-09T13:59:00.000-05:002003-06-09T13:59:14.490-05:00Seeking Feedback About Blogging Books
Hoping that other bloggers will respond, I'm going to talk about something that perhaps I shouldn't.
I've been wanting for some time now to publish a book about blogging in the For Dummies series, but I've been told that blogging is so simple no one needs a book about it. Do you think this is true? Other blogging books on the market are kind of sucking windMelodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-953701772003-06-06T09:03:00.000-05:002003-06-06T09:03:45.066-05:00The Whitest Man in America Experiences Springer
My dad watched his very first episode of Jerry Springer yesterday. Kind of unbelievable, isn't it? He related the entire show to us at dinner last night. Apparently, it involved a Kathy Bates-sized stripping prostitute who took it all off and shook it for the studio audience. Dad was mesmerized. He kept calling my mom into the living room to see itMelodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-953692862003-06-06T08:37:00.000-05:002003-06-06T08:38:46.000-05:00Parent panic
Halfway through my dad's b-day celebration last night at Bonefish Grill I realized, "Holy crap! The man's 60 now." He kept going on about how happy he is that he's got 85 retirement points now-- the number of years you've been employed with the company + your age (means he's really eligible for retirement at any time), and I started putting two and two together, and now I'm upset. Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-952942722003-06-04T13:23:00.000-05:002003-06-04T13:23:06.800-05:00Just like mom used to make
Remember when I blogged about the Bacon Broad? Well, apparently she's not limiting herself to bacon anymore. Today when I stepped out of the elevator, the entire floor smelled like a Cracker Barrel. I had to see what she was eating, so I'm took a detour down her aisle-- scrambled eggs from a paper bowl!
How is she doing that? To my knowledge, there's no stove in the Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-952564252003-06-03T17:18:00.000-05:002003-06-03T17:18:15.280-05:00Shut up and learn to play nice!
It's 5 pm, and I just got off of a 1 1/2 hour long phone call with an author and his agent. The author is convinced that he can edit himself and basically told me that his project editor, who, in my opinion, has made very reasonable edits, can kiss his hairy behind. His editor has asked not to work with him again. The agent is, of course, convinced that her authorMelodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-950819962003-05-30T09:40:00.000-05:002003-10-23T14:19:43.813-05:00Career Quandries
I was just reading an article on Business Week Online about the female CEOs of the Fortune 500. Sometimes when I read stuff like this, I feel like a bit of a loser-- like I'm not moving fast enough. I think I'm smart enough, but I wonder if I lack the motivation of these women.
I've been thinking about going back for my MBA on and off for a while now, but I never really do Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-950465882003-05-29T14:24:00.000-05:002003-05-30T09:20:55.000-05:00Go, Johnny, go
Check out the new (temporary) skin on Nicole's site! It's only there for Testosterone Day. She's in an all-day meeting, so she's letting a bunch of guys guest post today. The guy on the skin reminds me of an author I used to work with at my last job. We called him Vegas Johnny. He worked at a local university and used to come visit the office all the time. He always wore his Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-949932162003-05-28T10:48:00.000-05:002003-05-28T10:48:08.333-05:00Our lawnmower hates me
As regular readers of Incredible Shrinking Woman know (not there are many), Belinda and I left town this weekend to avoid the Race Day festivities. I mowed the front lawn Saturday morning just before we left so that the neighbors wouldn't set it on fire over the three-day weekend, but I didn't have time to get to the back.
Yesterday after we got home from work, it was Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-947468952003-05-22T12:53:00.000-05:002003-05-22T12:53:47.270-05:00Excess Boobage
I can't drink coffee without ruining an article of clothing. Last week I was wearing a pristine white Eddie Bauer t-shirt and a skirt from the Ruth Collection (Ruth from our fat class who keeps giving me her gorgeous clothes cause she's too skinny for them now. I don't care if she's a grandma, the woman can dress, and her fabric softener smells so nice!), and I was feeling cute. IMelodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-947372182003-05-22T09:06:00.000-05:002003-05-22T09:06:13.496-05:00Racing Sucks
Memorial Day in Indianapolis means drunk rednecks, public urination, litter all over downtown (and the entire West side), and gridlocked traffic. Why? Because of the &%$#* track. That's why. Rumor has it that this year, because of the heightened terror alert, police and city officials have made the decision to block off Georgetown Road, which is going to further congest Michigan Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-946426522003-05-20T12:35:00.000-05:002003-05-20T12:35:55.140-05:00Incredible Shrinking Update
Speaking of my diet, here's an update for anyone who cares. As of last night (week 20 of our program), I've lost 56.9 lbs. Belinda has lost 49.Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-945945552003-05-19T14:28:00.000-05:002003-05-19T14:28:39.663-05:00Occupational Roller Coaster
Do you ever have those days when you hate your job and want to lie under your desk with your eyelids squeezed tightly together and your hands clasped over your ears to shut out the world, and then later you're high on adrenaline and wouldn't budge if someone offered to make you the CEO of a still successful post-recession Fortune 500 company that believed in honest Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-945825052003-05-19T09:45:00.000-05:002003-05-19T09:45:35.556-05:00What were the chances?!
My friend Jason's cat Chloe has been MIA for four weeks. She just slipped out the backdoor one night. In the four weeks, he has tirelessly distributed flyers across his neighborhood and all of the surrounding neighborhoods. Last night he received a call from a woman whose dog had been spooked by a strange cat with a bushy tail she recognized from the flyers. The cat had Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-943950262003-05-15T10:43:00.000-05:002003-05-15T10:43:15.906-05:00Gather ye cucumbers while ye may
I was going to save this for tomorrow, but, aw shucks, I just can't.
Belinda and I had been working our asses off on some home project. It was probably painting. I just remember being exhausted and in need of some relaxation. Our air conditioner was off-- probably because that was when it was triggering our carbon monoxide detector and we were afraid to turn it Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-943938772003-05-15T10:22:00.000-05:002003-05-15T10:22:27.050-05:00Nothing sucks like a Hoover
I'm so sick of all this rain.We've got bad gutters and need a new roof, and I lie awake worrying that the basement is going to be flooded again the next time I go down there. It has been raining heavily on and off for about a week, and there doesn't seem to be any sign of a significant let-up. Today is clear so far, which means it will be a mowing day for Chester.
I Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-943315182003-05-14T10:04:00.000-05:002003-05-14T10:04:55.086-05:00Talk about talking out of both sides of your mouth!
A little freaked out by this article on Salon this morning about the practice of tongue splitting. When does body art cross over into self-mutilation? I think tongue piecings are kind of sexy, and there are obvious benefits. Of course, I could never handle the pain, but if Belinda decided she wanted one I wouldn't balk. If she came home with a Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-942683782003-05-13T10:08:00.000-05:002003-05-13T10:08:49.000-05:00I'm fat, pissed, and not gonna take it anymore!
You know who pisses me off lately? Hardee's. All of these stupid testimonials about the bigger burger. Who needs a bigger fast food burger? Isn't America fat enough?! I know there's a lot of debate lately about people taking responsibility for their own health and not suing the fast food chains just because they don't have the self control to skip Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-942664772003-05-13T09:36:00.000-05:002003-05-13T09:36:33.570-05:00Simon/Simone
Belinda's mother is 59 or 60 or 62 (depending on which day you ask her-- the exact number is debatable, since her step-father messed with her birth certificate and got her a fake license so that she could drive a truck for him when she was not yet of legal driving age), and she still plays with dolls. We're not sure why, but my best guess is that it's at least in part a response to Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-942066442003-05-12T10:15:00.000-05:002003-05-12T10:30:20.000-05:00Sweet meh-widge
Once again I pronounce myself an uber-bitch (Sorry. Don't know how to make the umlauts appear over the u in uber.) The wedding was lovely. Melissa (little Miss) was lovely, and the whole thing seemed heart-felt, even if Big Miss didn't seem to take it as seriously as she should have. I think that's just her nature-- to laugh at things. Still, if she was my girlfriend, I would Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-940529012003-05-09T09:26:00.000-05:002003-05-09T09:26:15.543-05:00I now pronounce you wife and wife
So later today Belinda and I are headed to South Bend, Indiana for the rehearsal to the gayest wedding of the century. Melissa and Melissa (something just creepy about that, no?) have been together on and off for about 5 years. Little Melissa (the younger, from here on known as Missy) is a mess. She and Belinda dated briefly about 11 years ago. She and Belinda'sMelodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-940510612003-05-09T08:52:00.000-05:002003-05-09T08:52:00.630-05:00Would you like an M&M with that feces?
I am a bathroom stalker. I admit to being one of those who peers through the crack in her stall to make sure that you're washing your hands. Oh I'll try to bite my tongue and not say anything to embarrass you if you don't, but I sure as hell won't eat your jelly beans or M&Ms or borrow your salt shaker at lunch. I prefer to minimize my contact with your Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-940053132003-05-08T13:47:00.000-05:002003-05-08T13:47:01.910-05:00A message to young mothers
I go to coffeeshops to relax. There's nothing like chillin' over a hot cup of finely ground bean through my lunch hour after a long, hard morning's work.
Now I know young mothers need this kind of respite, too. It must be exhausting to chase a toddler around the house all morning. I'm sure I'd make arrangements to meet a friend at the coffeehouse at noon, too. All I Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-936576892003-05-02T11:12:00.000-05:002003-05-02T11:12:50.000-05:00Aliens have taken my mother.
Just got off the phone with what seemed to be a very understanding, easy-going woman. It sounded like my mom, but it couldn't have been my mom.
She just came back from vacation, so maybe she's still in relaxation mode. I had to tell her that I was going out of town for Mother's Day. My mom is a fanatic about celebrating holidays the day of-- NO EXCEPTIONS! This has Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-935421662003-04-30T12:23:00.000-05:002003-04-30T12:23:51.286-05:00Seriously. Stop checking me out.
This probably sounds really conceited, but I'm becoming really uncomfortable with all the staring lately. I've lost a lot of weight, and I'm wearing new clothes, and apparently people are beginning to notice. A little extra attention is nice, but now I'm just getting weirded out. I can't go from my office to the bathroom without feeling like someone's checking meMelodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-934722142003-04-29T11:04:00.000-05:002003-04-29T12:19:42.000-05:00OK. So I'm a rude ass bitch.
I'm discovering that compliments do make me a little uncomfortable. I know that this is a silly problem to have, and, yes, I KNOW that the proper response to a compliment is "Thank you." I never realized it, but I am apparently unused to them.
I know I look good today. I've lost all this weight, and I'm actually wearing clothes that fit. I'm wearing a just over my Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-934661242003-04-29T09:16:00.000-05:002003-04-29T09:16:25.043-05:00Another Milestone Reached
I did it!! I'm finally at my original goal weight. I've lost 49.9 lbs, and I'm wearing 18Ws and even some 16Ws!! I've revised my goals, though. I thought I'd be happy enough here, and I do feel great, but now I think I could feel even better. Even though I'm ecstatic to be in the clothes I'm in, I think I'd like to lose another 30-40 lbs. I'd like to be in a size 12 andMelodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-934016982003-04-28T09:53:00.000-05:002003-04-28T09:54:06.000-05:00Welcome to the Family
I'd like to take a moment to welcome Chili Durrant-Howard to our extended family. Chili is the Australian Shepherd puppy adopted just yesterday by our best friends Kate and Joe. She seems to have a shockingly mild and pleasant disposition, and we look forward to many long walks with her on the Monon.Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-934015262003-04-28T09:50:00.000-05:002003-04-28T09:50:41.663-05:00Not in Kansas anymore
As of Friday night, Belinda and I are officially members of gym-utopia. We joined Lifetime Fitness. The place has three swimming pools (two with water slides. Belinda keeps muscling little kids out of the way to use them). Two of the swimming pools allow children under 12 at certain times during the day. The other one is a lap pool with no children under 12 allowed. We hopeMelodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5189942.post-932440672003-04-25T10:32:00.000-05:002003-04-25T10:32:11.716-05:00Nowhere to run to, baby...
Last night I managed to run my first quarter mile-- well, pretty much anyway. The quarter mile marker was only a few steps away. Of course, it was another half mile before I could catch my breath, but still! Now I'm all pumped to do it again this weekend.
6 months ago, I could never have imagined that I'd be even thinking about running at any point in my life. As Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08826926847932274929noreply@blogger.com