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| You Are a Chocolate Cake |
 Fun, comforting, and friendly. You are a true classic, and while you're not super cutting edge, you're high quality. People love your company - and have even been known to get addicted to you. |
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
What Kind of Cake Are You?
I, apparently, am a chocolate one. And I'm not cutting edge. A shocker, I know.
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Friday, May 18, 2007
Writer's Almanac
Yesterday my friend MHCKnitter sent me a link to this website. Read the poem "A Twice Named Family" by Traci Dant.
It starts:
I come from a family that twice names its own.
One name for the world.
One name for home.
Read it. Then come back and share your reaction.
I'll start:
I love how it ends. The ending especially, reminds me of my group of friends, and how they so easily mesh when I throw them all together. It also reminds me of my gf (who comes from a twice named family).
BTW, I tried to get permission to reprint it, it is being formally reprinted in a journal so Ms. Dant wasn't able to give permission for it to be reprinted any place else (including my little blog).
It starts:
I come from a family that twice names its own.
One name for the world.
One name for home.
Read it. Then come back and share your reaction.
I'll start:
I love how it ends. The ending especially, reminds me of my group of friends, and how they so easily mesh when I throw them all together. It also reminds me of my gf (who comes from a twice named family).
BTW, I tried to get permission to reprint it, it is being formally reprinted in a journal so Ms. Dant wasn't able to give permission for it to be reprinted any place else (including my little blog).
Friday, May 11, 2007
More Goodies
This is the card that accompanied today's birthday package (#3) from my super-cool, ultra-hip (ok, silly and fun and kind and thoughtful) younger sister. It made me laugh because it's funny in general, and because, hmm, it's so me.
Inside: "There's no one quite like you. Happy Birthday!"
Her written comments included this:
"...your unique perspective on the world makes you fun indeed..."
Unique perspective? Whatever could she mean?
(Did I already confess that when I was a kid,
I wanted to change my name to Jayne Dough?)
And here's what was in today's package:
And because I wanted to show how the Naughty and Nice Ducks flashed when they lit up:
Inside: "There's no one quite like you. Happy Birthday!"
Her written comments included this:
"...your unique perspective on the world makes you fun indeed..."
Unique perspective? Whatever could she mean?
(Did I already confess that when I was a kid,
I wanted to change my name to Jayne Dough?)
And here's what was in today's package:
And because I wanted to show how the Naughty and Nice Ducks flashed when they lit up:
It is real? Or is it Memorex?
Sometimes I like to look at what other blogspotters are up to. This one made me laugh out loud.
I can hardly talk about what other people find fascinating, but fake wood? Of course, maybe I can talk some of my friends into getting matching track jackets...
I can hardly talk about what other people find fascinating, but fake wood? Of course, maybe I can talk some of my friends into getting matching track jackets...
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Birthday Ducks
Ok, so my sister is a nut. I love her, but she is a nut. How do I know, you ask? Because she sent me Teddy Bear pasta for my birthday. And because today I came home to find birthday package #2 from her. There were elegant little packages of bath confetti, salts, and beads.
And these:
They are called Naughty and Nice Ducks, BTW. And they light up! Actually, they flash.
Thank you, Nicole!
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Oh, today was my second day at my second office. Pretty tame stuff, except that one of my patients, apparently unhappy with my decision to not reline her denture the day I delivered it (and I didn't even make it; the previous guy did), hit me. And no, I am not joking; she hit me. More like a swat, like a spanking.
I am over 40, and today I got a spanking.
And these:
They are called Naughty and Nice Ducks, BTW. And they light up! Actually, they flash.
Thank you, Nicole!
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Oh, today was my second day at my second office. Pretty tame stuff, except that one of my patients, apparently unhappy with my decision to not reline her denture the day I delivered it (and I didn't even make it; the previous guy did), hit me. And no, I am not joking; she hit me. More like a swat, like a spanking.
I am over 40, and today I got a spanking.
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Happy B-Day!
The cutest thing: my mobile phone rings, with a number that I do not recognize.
voice: "Sheree?"
me: "yep."
voice: "Hold on"
Then, the most amazing serenade ever: 3 year old twin nieces of my buddy Paula sang Happy Birthday to me. Sooooooo fun!
Here are the birthday gifts Bibliodiva sent. As for Hello Kitty, don't ask. It started in May 2001 and has blown up to rival Sasquatch.
I can't wait to dive into the candy. How fun. I love Pez, but this is cooler. Did you notice that the dispenser is animated?
Oh, and look at the calculator and compact. Hehe.
Oh, and check out the pasta from my sister.
I know, what does it say about me that these are the gifts I get when I turn 41?
voice: "Sheree?"
me: "yep."
voice: "Hold on"
Then, the most amazing serenade ever: 3 year old twin nieces of my buddy Paula sang Happy Birthday to me. Sooooooo fun!
Here are the birthday gifts Bibliodiva sent. As for Hello Kitty, don't ask. It started in May 2001 and has blown up to rival Sasquatch.
I can't wait to dive into the candy. How fun. I love Pez, but this is cooler. Did you notice that the dispenser is animated?
Oh, and look at the calculator and compact. Hehe.
Oh, and check out the pasta from my sister.
I know, what does it say about me that these are the gifts I get when I turn 41?
Monday, May 7, 2007
Brown Boxes
I just got home from a weekend Down State to see the gf to find 2 boxes on my doorstep. One from Bibliodiva- birthday gifts. Horray! The other from MHCKnitter, who sent me her quilt to finish. Apparently, all it needs is a backing, and, hmm, to be quilted. I haven't quilted in a while so it'll be a fun project to work on. Besides, I still owe her after loosing a hat she knit for me. Here's the one she made to replace it.
I love my friends.
I love my friends.
Friday, May 4, 2007
Me, L, and Don Imus
Last night I received a phone call from L, a lovely lady from my church who almost always calls to remind me when it's my Sunday to usher.
It is usually a perfunctory conversation:
"Hi, Sherry? This is L. I got you down for ushers on Sunday."
"Okey dokey. Thanks, L. I'll be there."
"'k, bye."
Last night she said more:
"You wrote that article in the Envoy*? About Imus?"
"Yes Ma'am"
"Well, it was good. I liked that Imus article you wrote."
"Thank you."
"'k, bye."
*our church's newsletter
I know I'm no Spring chicken, but this woman is old. Ok, not old like my maternal grandmother, but old. Like octogenarian old. And for some reason, that makes her compliment all the more meaningful.
Maybe cuz Larry (our minister) asked me to write it, and frankly, I struggled. It's not the best thing I've ever written, but it's not as bad I'd feared.
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Why I Care About What Don Imus Said
I am a huge fan of college basketball. NCAA Tournament time is an especially fun time for me. I get to enjoy March Madness twice as I am a fan of both the men’s and women’s games.
This year, the NCAA Women’s Basketball championship game was between the Tennessee Volunteers and the Rutgers University Scarlet Knights.
The Lady Vols are coached by the winningest coach in US college history (men’s or women’s): Pat Summit. They are the stuff legends are made of, and formidable opponents. Few female basketball players would decline an invitation to play for Summit. As a result, the Lady Vols is less of a “local” team; the young women are from all over the country- the best of the best.
The Scarlet Knights, coached by C. Vivian Stringer, “flew under the radar” all season, consistently ranked in the top 20 in both the AP and Coaches polls. They are amazing basketball players- a back-to-basics team filled with players from working-class, urban New Jersey.
Shock jock Don Imus, in discussing the game, mentioned how “lady like” the Tennessee players were- they were pretty girls, with neatly coiffed hair, painted nails, etc.. This was in comparison to the Rutgers girls, who looked “rough.” They have tattoos and looked like they’d been playing basketball- mussed hair, sweaty, etc. In Imus’ words, they looked like “nappy-headed hos.”
The young women on these basketball teams are exactly that- young women- the same ages as our own Sarah** and Kelly Smith** and Freda Jones**. And no doubt, they have the same goals: to succeed. To use what resources that are available to them to do well in the world. Most are still teenagers, and only a few are at the age of majority.
And since when do we allow our young people fair game?
In my mind, this is not a matter of someone saying that the team did not play well. It was a personal assault, based on what these young women (on both teams) looked like.
Do we all judge people based on superficial attributes? Absolutely. Do we pretend it’s a good idea? Not a chance. We admit that we do it, but we also admit that it’s not a good thing.
But maybe we don’t really mean it. Maybe we actually think it’s ok to be unkind to each other. That it’s perfectly acceptable to call someone a nasty name. And if you don’t think it’s a bad thing to call someone a whore, then the next time you’re at the bank (or the grocery store or at church), say it to someone. Just walk up and say it.
Not in a million years would you do it. Not because you’re afraid of being slapped, but because it’s not appropriate. Period. It is simply not appropriate.
I could talk about the hundreds of reasons why Imus’ words are troubling- and talk about issues of race, gender, economic disparity, and the like. But I don’t think any of that really gets at the heart of the matter. The simple, sad truth is that Imus makes his living by hurling insults. And if that weren’t bad enough, he deliberately uses the most inflammatory rhetoric to achieve his goals.
What is wrong with us that we condone such behavior?
What is wrong with us that so many of us remain unmoved by what Imus said?
We allowed a 66 year old man to hurl insults at a group of teen-aged girls just trying to get an education and play a game they love. What does that say about us?
…”Verily I say unto you, inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these among me, ye have done it unto me..” -Matthew 25:40
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**I changed their names cuz maybe they don't wanna be mentioned in my blog. It's bad enough that I put them in the church newsletter without asking them. I think this would probably be too much.
It is usually a perfunctory conversation:
"Hi, Sherry? This is L. I got you down for ushers on Sunday."
"Okey dokey. Thanks, L. I'll be there."
"'k, bye."
Last night she said more:
"You wrote that article in the Envoy*? About Imus?"
"Yes Ma'am"
"Well, it was good. I liked that Imus article you wrote."
"Thank you."
"'k, bye."
*our church's newsletter
I know I'm no Spring chicken, but this woman is old. Ok, not old like my maternal grandmother, but old. Like octogenarian old. And for some reason, that makes her compliment all the more meaningful.
Maybe cuz Larry (our minister) asked me to write it, and frankly, I struggled. It's not the best thing I've ever written, but it's not as bad I'd feared.
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I am a huge fan of college basketball. NCAA Tournament time is an especially fun time for me. I get to enjoy March Madness twice as I am a fan of both the men’s and women’s games.
This year, the NCAA Women’s Basketball championship game was between the Tennessee Volunteers and the Rutgers University Scarlet Knights.
The Lady Vols are coached by the winningest coach in US college history (men’s or women’s): Pat Summit. They are the stuff legends are made of, and formidable opponents. Few female basketball players would decline an invitation to play for Summit. As a result, the Lady Vols is less of a “local” team; the young women are from all over the country- the best of the best.
The Scarlet Knights, coached by C. Vivian Stringer, “flew under the radar” all season, consistently ranked in the top 20 in both the AP and Coaches polls. They are amazing basketball players- a back-to-basics team filled with players from working-class, urban New Jersey.
Shock jock Don Imus, in discussing the game, mentioned how “lady like” the Tennessee players were- they were pretty girls, with neatly coiffed hair, painted nails, etc.. This was in comparison to the Rutgers girls, who looked “rough.” They have tattoos and looked like they’d been playing basketball- mussed hair, sweaty, etc. In Imus’ words, they looked like “nappy-headed hos.”
The young women on these basketball teams are exactly that- young women- the same ages as our own Sarah** and Kelly Smith** and Freda Jones**. And no doubt, they have the same goals: to succeed. To use what resources that are available to them to do well in the world. Most are still teenagers, and only a few are at the age of majority.
And since when do we allow our young people fair game?
In my mind, this is not a matter of someone saying that the team did not play well. It was a personal assault, based on what these young women (on both teams) looked like.
Do we all judge people based on superficial attributes? Absolutely. Do we pretend it’s a good idea? Not a chance. We admit that we do it, but we also admit that it’s not a good thing.
But maybe we don’t really mean it. Maybe we actually think it’s ok to be unkind to each other. That it’s perfectly acceptable to call someone a nasty name. And if you don’t think it’s a bad thing to call someone a whore, then the next time you’re at the bank (or the grocery store or at church), say it to someone. Just walk up and say it.
Not in a million years would you do it. Not because you’re afraid of being slapped, but because it’s not appropriate. Period. It is simply not appropriate.
I could talk about the hundreds of reasons why Imus’ words are troubling- and talk about issues of race, gender, economic disparity, and the like. But I don’t think any of that really gets at the heart of the matter. The simple, sad truth is that Imus makes his living by hurling insults. And if that weren’t bad enough, he deliberately uses the most inflammatory rhetoric to achieve his goals.
What is wrong with us that we condone such behavior?
What is wrong with us that so many of us remain unmoved by what Imus said?
We allowed a 66 year old man to hurl insults at a group of teen-aged girls just trying to get an education and play a game they love. What does that say about us?
…”Verily I say unto you, inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these among me, ye have done it unto me..” -Matthew 25:40
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**I changed their names cuz maybe they don't wanna be mentioned in my blog. It's bad enough that I put them in the church newsletter without asking them. I think this would probably be too much.
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