I'm not into New Year's resolutions. Writing and posting my goals are helping me to organize my daily focus. I want to be accountable to more than a private journal or to a list on a piece of paper that gets shoved into a stack somewhere.
At the beginning of 2010--which will be here fast enough--I will check myself. Hopefully, I will have accomplished all of these things, some of these things, or I have put a definite dent in these goals.
These are in no particular order. They are all important to me:
1. Make a Dream Board--as suggested in The Secret--of my aspirations, desires, loves, and dreams. I'm going to use my scrapbook supplies and make it like a collage.
2. Enter the Pillsbury Bakeoff.
3. Walk my dog (Xena) daily--except for Sundays. I live 1.2 miles up a rather steep hill. I want to easily walk down and up by the end of 2009, and I can increase the walk by going up the hill--from my house--as well.
4. I will train Xena, who is a beautiful, smart GSD. She has been naughty lately. She needs more one-on-one time with me; I need more one-on-one time with her. I have much knowledge and experience with dogs. She will be doing long down-stays and healing off-leash by the end of 2009.
5. Organize photos and all paperwork. I will be able to locate every piece of paper in my house.
6. Get my legal stuff together: Since my "estate" attorney passed away, another firm took over his cases. I have purchased Quicken WillMaker Plus 2009. This is the book, not the software, and it contains various forms that a lay person can use without an attorney. I want to make sure that my son and grandchildren are provided for with the few assets that I have. I don't want the government or any attorney taking money that does not belong to them.
7. Pay off credit cards.
8. Have more money at the end of the year than I do now.
9. Spend more time blogging and less time bullshitting on my computer.
10. Be "free" of all medications.
I have other goals and aspirations, but if I concentrate on the list above, everything else should fall into place.
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Monday, January 12, 2009
Monday, December 8, 2008
My Favorite Tom and Jerry Cartoon
Tom the Cat is often the fool. Whether he makes plans to sunbathe or fish, he is foiled by a mouse named Jerry.
In Tom and Jerry cartoons, the most intelligent character is Jerry the Mouse. For some reason, he is the strongest, at least pound per pound. He can lift and throw objects that are several times his size.
Tom is an intelligent cat. He taught himself to play classical piano in one afternoon, and he designed a superior mousetrap that may have brought him fame and fortune, but a certain mouse altered the drawings as Tom lay sleeping.
In addition to a few female kitties who are love interests for Tom, the third character that often appears is Spike the Dog, also known as "Killer" in some cartoons. He is a large likable bulldog, especially when he spends time with his son, but he's not very bright. Jerry often solicits Spike as an accomplice to make Tom's life miserable.
My favorite T & J cartoon is called "Solid Serenade." Some of the smallest details of the cartoon bring me delight.
Tom arrives well-prepared with a rope, maillot and a bass fiddle (perhaps a cello?). He climbs over the fence, onto "Killer's" dog house. In order to draw out the dog, he peers over the roof and in through the doorway, and makes taunting goofy faces at the dog. (He sticks out his tongue and waves his fingers from his ears.) A cartoon dog can never resist such temptation. When he comes outside, Tom pounds Killer over the head with a maillot and renders him unconscious. He then ties him with a rope, adorning his wrap with a neat bow.
He brings his bass into the yard by riding it like a pogo stick and proceeds to sing a jazzy, bluesy song, called Is You Is or Is You Ain't My Baby?
"I got a gal who's always late
Every time we have a date.
Is you is or is you ain't my baby?
The way you acting lately makes me doubt."
Then Tom does a little scat...."dooby doo..."
"But I love her
I'm gonna ask her...."
His beautiful girlfriend cat appears on the lower balcony. Tom plays the bass right underneath her, as he flexes his biceps to the beat. He jumps over to Killer and plucks his lips to the music.
The vibration from the bass has disturbed Jerry who sleeps in the mailbox. I'm not sure why he sleeps at this house, instead of the house where Tom lives. Creative license, I guess. Jerry's little body plops all over the place, out of bed, around his bedroom floor. He puts his fingers over his nose and gestures, "That stinks." The pictures fall from the walls, and a vase falls from the table and konks Jerry on the head.
A fed-up Jerry enters the house window and finds a pie. He hides an iron underneath the meringue and throw the whole thing at Tom. Before Tom can recover, another pie smacks him in the face. He licks his lips and finishes his song. Now the games begin. This competitive male puts his girlfriend on hold to do battle with his foe.
A chase ensues. Tom periodically returns to woo his girl. But always the fool, Tom is too busy to notice that Jerry has untied Killer. In fact, Tom is so preoccupied that he thinks he is kissing his girl. But he takes a very large Killer in his arms and says in a French accent, "Now, I love you. You set my soul on fire. It is not just a little spark, but a flame, a big roaring flame. I can feel it now...."
While he smooches Killer, he opens his eyes and sees his girlfriend across the balcony. He nonchalantly sets Killer's head down and sneaks away.
Jerry the Mouse hits the Killer over the head with a large board, but hands off the board to Tom. When Spike wakes up, he sees Tom with the board, and he seeks some serious revenge. But before he can damage the cat, Tom whistles and yells, "Here doggie, go catch...." When he throws the board like a stick, big bad Killer wags his tail and turns into an affable puppy. After catching the "stick," he realizes he has been played; the cartoon replaces him with a donkey and the words "Jack Ass."
Satisfaction is finally Tom's when he traps Jerry in the dog house. As he enters, he does a loud, evil laugh. But Jerry emerges unscathed. And so does Killer, who does this same evil laugh as he returns to pound Tom. The dog house flies around, and the roof flies off. Tom takes a break to write his Will, and the cartoon fades away....
When I was a kid, I did not enjoy chases. My mother disliked cartoon violence. My father detested slapstick or prat falls of any kind. Chases might have seemed tedious to me. The extreme violence in Tom and Jerry cartoons made me uncomfortable. Even now, I find myself cringing when Tom gets sliced into bits, or his tail catches on fire.
When I watch these cartoons with the grandkids, I say out loud, "Ouch." ''That's gotta hurt." "That's awful...." Hopefully, the kids can build up their empathy and compassion, instead of becoming callous about violence.
It is the small things, the nuances that I enjoy about these cartoons. Here are some that come to mind.
1. Sometimes these characters have human teeth; sometimes, pointed animal teeth. Spike the dog is known to switch dentures when super aggression is called for.
2. Tom can sing. Occasionally he says a phrase or two in English--or French, but he's also known to screech like a cat.
3. Tom can barbecue, play classical piano, and play pool. He is an explosives expert.
4. Tom doesn't usually know he's falling from an extremely high place until someone suggests that he look down. Until then, he hangs in the air.
5. Jerry is adept at tripping Tom by sticking his teensy leg out from behind a wall.
6. Jerry is a very good dancer.
7. Jerry is an excellent writer; he wrote and sold his memoirs.
8. Jerry likes Swiss cheese; he is also an explosives expert.
For some reason, I'm unable to imbed the video or write a proper HTML anchor, so here is the link to "Solid Serenade" below:
Friday, December 5, 2008
The Sex Change Didn't Take
What is fascinating about the woman on the Barbara Walters special who gave birth to a baby after she became a man? Oh, wait a minute. She had her exterior sex organs surgically altered. But for some reason, she kept her uterus, tubes and ovaries.
Why do we refer to a transsexual man as a "man" if he still has a uterus? I find the whole topic on "sex change" very confusing because the whole world is going mad in order to accommodate a few. We call this acceptance. I call this craziness.
Back to Barbara Walters and her selection of the 10 most fascinating people of 2008. Supposedly, a man gave birth to a baby, not just once, but he/she is pregnant again. Barbara is fascinated that a man can have a baby. One need not be a rocket scientist to see that the doctors who did the sex reassignment surgery did not reassign everything. They left the female reproductive organs.
Barack Obama was named the most Fascinating Person of 2008 by Barbara and ABC television. Others on the top 10 list included Will Smith, Tom Cruise, Mylie Cyrus, Tina Fey, Sarah Palin, and others who made a significant contribution to our society and culture.
What did this "man" accomplish who claims to have gotten pregnant twice as a man? He got the media in our country to act stupid. He's making a fool out of anyone who believes he's a man.
Does this "male" birth-giver have parents? Siblings? Nieces? Nephews?
Whenever I see a television show that idealizes transsexuals, I wonder how these transitions affect family members, because....
My brother had a sex change many years ago, and I will never see him as a woman.
To be clear, the infamous man who gave birth, was a woman who is now a man.
My brother was a man who is now a woman. Is this perfectly clear?
It is a perfect mess.
This is in reference to the man-to-woman surgery.
1. A woman has monthly periods (which means that Barbara's fascinating man also has periods when he isn't busy claiming he's a man).
2. A woman was once a little girl child. Is my family supposed to hide all childhood photos with the little boy who was once my brother?
3. A woman isn't somebody who has the equipment to impregnate a wife--like my brother did.
In other words: A woman doesn't "father" children. A man "fathers" children.
4. A real woman was never my son's uncle. Was I supposed to tell my little boy--at the time--that his uncle was now his aunt? I refused to do this at first. I was the last family holdout.
I attempt to describe just some of the insanity surrounding a "sex change" or "sex reassignment." We are using words in our language that are inaccurate. In fact, this is my objection to gay people marrying each other. Marriage by definition is between a man and a woman. Marriage involves a bride and a groom, not two brides or two grooms. These are two different topics. I want gay couples to have every right that they want, but their union can not be one with the word "marriage," unless they marry somebody of the opposite sex.
I got off the subject for a minute. I simply want us to be truthful in what we're doing and what we're observing and talking about. If giving individuals rights means that we have to lie to ourselves about what is going on around us, we are going to implode. I am going to implode anyway.
My brother refers to the era before the sex "change," as "her past." Is it a dirty little secret that he was a boy child? If that's true, then what were all of us who stood next to him in pictures? Do we try to forget our childhood with him? Do we imagine that we had another sister?
I once had two sisters and two brothers. Now do I have only one brother and three sisters? That's not fair to me. I enjoyed having two brothers. If I decide to have my sisters as bridesmaids, should I feel compelled to find a third bridesmaid dress in a size 20+ and make a mockery of a whole event?
When my brother decided to have a sex change, he was a married man and father of three children. His marriage may have already been in trouble. But somewhere in his mind, he thought he could make this huge step, and everybody around him would accept his actions. He thought that his wife and children would embrace what he did. I think the psychiatric profession steered him in the wrong direction by encouraging him to play out a fanstasy.
My brother traded his whole life for a sex reassignment in every way. He became a "woman" with chronic illness who cannot hold a job. Does it make any sense for a man's body to stay healthy when it is plied with estrogen? As a real woman, I've suffered from breast lumps, ovarian cysts and horrific migraines due to an overabundance of estrogen. How can reasonable medical professionals think they "do no harm" by giving transsexual women estrogen?
I cringe whenever I see transexual women on television who are big and burly and think they look feminine in a dress. Does anyone tell them the truth? Do we all have to pretend?
Back to Barbara Walters who features a transsexual man on her show. A woman who supposedly became a man who had a baby. Come on, Barbara. Come on, ABC. Does this make any sense? Why on earth is this individual a fascinating person of 2008?
This "fascinating" person is a woman who had a sex change that didn't take. It just didn't take.
Why do we refer to a transsexual man as a "man" if he still has a uterus? I find the whole topic on "sex change" very confusing because the whole world is going mad in order to accommodate a few. We call this acceptance. I call this craziness.
Back to Barbara Walters and her selection of the 10 most fascinating people of 2008. Supposedly, a man gave birth to a baby, not just once, but he/she is pregnant again. Barbara is fascinated that a man can have a baby. One need not be a rocket scientist to see that the doctors who did the sex reassignment surgery did not reassign everything. They left the female reproductive organs.
Barack Obama was named the most Fascinating Person of 2008 by Barbara and ABC television. Others on the top 10 list included Will Smith, Tom Cruise, Mylie Cyrus, Tina Fey, Sarah Palin, and others who made a significant contribution to our society and culture.
What did this "man" accomplish who claims to have gotten pregnant twice as a man? He got the media in our country to act stupid. He's making a fool out of anyone who believes he's a man.
Does this "male" birth-giver have parents? Siblings? Nieces? Nephews?
Whenever I see a television show that idealizes transsexuals, I wonder how these transitions affect family members, because....
My brother had a sex change many years ago, and I will never see him as a woman.
To be clear, the infamous man who gave birth, was a woman who is now a man.
My brother was a man who is now a woman. Is this perfectly clear?
It is a perfect mess.
This is in reference to the man-to-woman surgery.
1. A woman has monthly periods (which means that Barbara's fascinating man also has periods when he isn't busy claiming he's a man).
2. A woman was once a little girl child. Is my family supposed to hide all childhood photos with the little boy who was once my brother?
3. A woman isn't somebody who has the equipment to impregnate a wife--like my brother did.
In other words: A woman doesn't "father" children. A man "fathers" children.
4. A real woman was never my son's uncle. Was I supposed to tell my little boy--at the time--that his uncle was now his aunt? I refused to do this at first. I was the last family holdout.
I attempt to describe just some of the insanity surrounding a "sex change" or "sex reassignment." We are using words in our language that are inaccurate. In fact, this is my objection to gay people marrying each other. Marriage by definition is between a man and a woman. Marriage involves a bride and a groom, not two brides or two grooms. These are two different topics. I want gay couples to have every right that they want, but their union can not be one with the word "marriage," unless they marry somebody of the opposite sex.
I got off the subject for a minute. I simply want us to be truthful in what we're doing and what we're observing and talking about. If giving individuals rights means that we have to lie to ourselves about what is going on around us, we are going to implode. I am going to implode anyway.
My brother refers to the era before the sex "change," as "her past." Is it a dirty little secret that he was a boy child? If that's true, then what were all of us who stood next to him in pictures? Do we try to forget our childhood with him? Do we imagine that we had another sister?
I once had two sisters and two brothers. Now do I have only one brother and three sisters? That's not fair to me. I enjoyed having two brothers. If I decide to have my sisters as bridesmaids, should I feel compelled to find a third bridesmaid dress in a size 20+ and make a mockery of a whole event?
When my brother decided to have a sex change, he was a married man and father of three children. His marriage may have already been in trouble. But somewhere in his mind, he thought he could make this huge step, and everybody around him would accept his actions. He thought that his wife and children would embrace what he did. I think the psychiatric profession steered him in the wrong direction by encouraging him to play out a fanstasy.
My brother traded his whole life for a sex reassignment in every way. He became a "woman" with chronic illness who cannot hold a job. Does it make any sense for a man's body to stay healthy when it is plied with estrogen? As a real woman, I've suffered from breast lumps, ovarian cysts and horrific migraines due to an overabundance of estrogen. How can reasonable medical professionals think they "do no harm" by giving transsexual women estrogen?
I cringe whenever I see transexual women on television who are big and burly and think they look feminine in a dress. Does anyone tell them the truth? Do we all have to pretend?
Back to Barbara Walters who features a transsexual man on her show. A woman who supposedly became a man who had a baby. Come on, Barbara. Come on, ABC. Does this make any sense? Why on earth is this individual a fascinating person of 2008?
This "fascinating" person is a woman who had a sex change that didn't take. It just didn't take.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Pamela Anderson's Reality Show
Somehow, Pamela Anderson comes across as the down-to-earth girl next door, no matter how she handles her private or public life. Last night I tuned into Pam: Girl on the Loose, the new reality show that features Pam and everybody in her life except her kids.
Note: I don't know why Denise Richards received all the flack for featuring her daughters in her reality show when their air time is probably less than 30 seconds per episode. I guess I do know why. The media does not like Denise. But the media sure likes Pam, and I'm trying to figure out why. She could appear in a skin flick--whoops! She has--and still be treated like the consummate mom and animal lover.
Girl on the Loose is filmed with a grainy low-quality texture that is meant to look campy, but I find it hard on the eyes. Episode One was also difficult to watch because the show caters to a short attention span. The camera jumps around. The interviews and moving shots are constantly interspersed with naked shots of Pam, who gives some of her "confessional" talks from the bath tub.
Pamela Anderson is a smart woman in some ways. She produced the show VIP that was clever and campy. In VIP Pam played the "figurehead" boss of a body guard company that took care of celebrities and anyone else with tons of money. The show was a Remington Steel knock off, but Pam's character wasn't smooth like Steel. She cared more about her hair and clothes than managing the business, and she only caught the bad guy by accident and with much help from the real body guards.
I found Pamela's persona very likable on VIP. She is still smart, I guess, if you go for the blonde bimbo who laughs all the way to the bank. Her personal life that includes spur of the moment marriages and at least one publicly volatile relationship, does not do much to promote Pamela to role model status. Of Girl on the Run, she says that she loves attention. Her favorite times are her photo shoots, when all attention is on her.
I viewed the first show out of curiosity. Will I watch it again? Probably not. I find it hard to watch with the tiny snippets of comments and quick flashes of Pam in various states of nudity. I wonder who will watch this show? Teenage boys? Older men? All men?
Pam constantly writes across the screen with lipstick, the same way John Madden scribbles football plays. For what reason? To be funny? To emphasize a point? To show how creative she is?
We all know that sex sells, but exactly how much when there's little talent or quality demonstrated? Pamela's laissez faire attitude about life comes through loud and clear. It's easy to envy someone with a beautiful body and face and to conclude that everything is given to her without effort. But I honestly observe little effort put into this downright boring show.
I get tired of women becoming cultural icons simply because of their own narcissism. Madonna, for instance, rose to fame when MTV was new and ripe to adore someone with the lens. But in Madonna's case, her work ethic has created continued opportunity. She cannot act because she is too aware of what her own face looks like....always.
On the other hand, Pam is constantly photographed with a drink in her hand, even with a diagnosis of hepatitis C. She doesn't seem to take her career or her health seriously....or at least, this is the image she is conveying. Life is one big party, and every man should desire this woman who speaks to audiences from her bath tub. If you want to see more of Pam exposed, check your listings for Girl on the Loose on E. If you are looking for content, don't bother.
Note: I don't know why Denise Richards received all the flack for featuring her daughters in her reality show when their air time is probably less than 30 seconds per episode. I guess I do know why. The media does not like Denise. But the media sure likes Pam, and I'm trying to figure out why. She could appear in a skin flick--whoops! She has--and still be treated like the consummate mom and animal lover.
Girl on the Loose is filmed with a grainy low-quality texture that is meant to look campy, but I find it hard on the eyes. Episode One was also difficult to watch because the show caters to a short attention span. The camera jumps around. The interviews and moving shots are constantly interspersed with naked shots of Pam, who gives some of her "confessional" talks from the bath tub.
Pamela Anderson is a smart woman in some ways. She produced the show VIP that was clever and campy. In VIP Pam played the "figurehead" boss of a body guard company that took care of celebrities and anyone else with tons of money. The show was a Remington Steel knock off, but Pam's character wasn't smooth like Steel. She cared more about her hair and clothes than managing the business, and she only caught the bad guy by accident and with much help from the real body guards.
I found Pamela's persona very likable on VIP. She is still smart, I guess, if you go for the blonde bimbo who laughs all the way to the bank. Her personal life that includes spur of the moment marriages and at least one publicly volatile relationship, does not do much to promote Pamela to role model status. Of Girl on the Run, she says that she loves attention. Her favorite times are her photo shoots, when all attention is on her.
I viewed the first show out of curiosity. Will I watch it again? Probably not. I find it hard to watch with the tiny snippets of comments and quick flashes of Pam in various states of nudity. I wonder who will watch this show? Teenage boys? Older men? All men?
Pam constantly writes across the screen with lipstick, the same way John Madden scribbles football plays. For what reason? To be funny? To emphasize a point? To show how creative she is?
We all know that sex sells, but exactly how much when there's little talent or quality demonstrated? Pamela's laissez faire attitude about life comes through loud and clear. It's easy to envy someone with a beautiful body and face and to conclude that everything is given to her without effort. But I honestly observe little effort put into this downright boring show.
I get tired of women becoming cultural icons simply because of their own narcissism. Madonna, for instance, rose to fame when MTV was new and ripe to adore someone with the lens. But in Madonna's case, her work ethic has created continued opportunity. She cannot act because she is too aware of what her own face looks like....always.
On the other hand, Pam is constantly photographed with a drink in her hand, even with a diagnosis of hepatitis C. She doesn't seem to take her career or her health seriously....or at least, this is the image she is conveying. Life is one big party, and every man should desire this woman who speaks to audiences from her bath tub. If you want to see more of Pam exposed, check your listings for Girl on the Loose on E. If you are looking for content, don't bother.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Scrapbooking
Browsing through scrapbooking stores has become my favorite activity away from home. This may sound sad, unless you are a purveyor of beautiful paper. And then you will understand that I can become amazed, even moved, by a 60-cent piece of 12 x 12 paper. Perhaps my newly-found hobby is related to all my younger years in the fabric store when sewing my own clothes was profitable. Instead of selecting fabric, I ooh and ah over paper.
If you are artistic, please take a look at this hobby that lends itself to many types of media in order to enhance and present photographs. Here are some of my completed pages:
In case you cannot tell, my grandson is sleeping in this photo, curled around his mommy's pregnant tummy. I love the designs on these pages that I put together. I also added flowers that I pulled apart from fake bunches found in the craft store, and I topped them with small brads.
My grandson is trying on my glasses in these photos. This page features ribbon and a needlework border.
My grandson wears his baby sister's pink hat. The top butterfly is stamped and heat embossed. The bottom butterfly is stamped on felt and cut out.
My grandson helps me make popcorn. I used a beautiful punch to border this page on all sides.
This monochromatic page is mostly decorated with punched out shapes.
My granddaughter will wear almost anything on her head. The tulips are stamped and then colored with pencil. The border is stitched, and the polka dot letters are outlined in dark pen.
I bought two sheets of the same flowered paper, and I cut flowers out of one to scatter on the page. These are topped with rhinestones.
My granddaughter reminds me of Betsey Johnson in this photo. This page is decorated with various sewing notions: ribbons and lace.
There is no limit to what you can use to enhance a scrapbook page. I always begin with a favorite photo and pay attention to the colors. I embellish the theme and colors with whatever sparks my imagination. I use clear and rubber stamps, dry and heated embossing, stencils, embroidery, gel pens, decorative punches, and more.
If you are artistic, please take a look at this hobby that lends itself to many types of media in order to enhance and present photographs. Here are some of my completed pages:
In case you cannot tell, my grandson is sleeping in this photo, curled around his mommy's pregnant tummy. I love the designs on these pages that I put together. I also added flowers that I pulled apart from fake bunches found in the craft store, and I topped them with small brads.
My grandson is trying on my glasses in these photos. This page features ribbon and a needlework border.
My grandson wears his baby sister's pink hat. The top butterfly is stamped and heat embossed. The bottom butterfly is stamped on felt and cut out.
My grandson helps me make popcorn. I used a beautiful punch to border this page on all sides.
This monochromatic page is mostly decorated with punched out shapes.
My granddaughter will wear almost anything on her head. The tulips are stamped and then colored with pencil. The border is stitched, and the polka dot letters are outlined in dark pen.
I bought two sheets of the same flowered paper, and I cut flowers out of one to scatter on the page. These are topped with rhinestones.
My granddaughter reminds me of Betsey Johnson in this photo. This page is decorated with various sewing notions: ribbons and lace.
There is no limit to what you can use to enhance a scrapbook page. I always begin with a favorite photo and pay attention to the colors. I embellish the theme and colors with whatever sparks my imagination. I use clear and rubber stamps, dry and heated embossing, stencils, embroidery, gel pens, decorative punches, and more.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Sarah Jessica's Mole
A feature on the removal SJP's mole on E! News prompted me to verify the story on the world wide web, and what I have read boggles my mind. "Sarah Jessica had her beauty mark removed." "Sarah Jessica had her trademark mole removed."
Good grief! When did a cancer growth become a thing of beauty? Who wants a big old wart for a trademark?
I once had a mole sort of like Cindy Crawford's, and I had it removed when I was in my twenties because I thought it was hideous. Sarah Jessica's looked even worse, like one big zit.
Sarah Jessica has taken a stand against cosmetic surgery for herself. Maybe she considered the removal of a growth as some kind of self-betrayal.
Unfortunately, as we age, moles get larger, along with our noses--and ears, I think. Our eyes and our lips seem to shrink, and everything, large or small, goes south. Here's a photo of SJP sans mole; hopefully this photo represents more than a photo edit. There has been no official word from SJP's peeps.
It has never been the aim of this blog to be critical of women in general, especially somebody who seems nice. But I've been a bit bothered by the over-exposure of Sarah Jessica and all her co-stars of Sex and the City. Along with the buzz of the movie came magazine covers, TV ads and talk shows, all carefully planned and coordinated to push the movie.
I also read that Sarah Jessica's mole, that looked large on television, became a giant thing on the big screen. Whatever happened, I chuckled when I heard she finally had it removed. Maybe I'll wait until Sex and the City comes out on video so the mole doesn't scare me.
Why does a half-way intelligent blogger write about a mole? Please consider that I've written extensively on this blog about the removal of several face cancers (mine). But I don't really need to justify my possible pettiness. That mole bugged me; I wondered why someone with success and money would choose to keep it.
I wonder if SJP had the mole biopsied.
Good grief! When did a cancer growth become a thing of beauty? Who wants a big old wart for a trademark?
I once had a mole sort of like Cindy Crawford's, and I had it removed when I was in my twenties because I thought it was hideous. Sarah Jessica's looked even worse, like one big zit.
Sarah Jessica has taken a stand against cosmetic surgery for herself. Maybe she considered the removal of a growth as some kind of self-betrayal.
Unfortunately, as we age, moles get larger, along with our noses--and ears, I think. Our eyes and our lips seem to shrink, and everything, large or small, goes south. Here's a photo of SJP sans mole; hopefully this photo represents more than a photo edit. There has been no official word from SJP's peeps.
It has never been the aim of this blog to be critical of women in general, especially somebody who seems nice. But I've been a bit bothered by the over-exposure of Sarah Jessica and all her co-stars of Sex and the City. Along with the buzz of the movie came magazine covers, TV ads and talk shows, all carefully planned and coordinated to push the movie.
I also read that Sarah Jessica's mole, that looked large on television, became a giant thing on the big screen. Whatever happened, I chuckled when I heard she finally had it removed. Maybe I'll wait until Sex and the City comes out on video so the mole doesn't scare me.
Why does a half-way intelligent blogger write about a mole? Please consider that I've written extensively on this blog about the removal of several face cancers (mine). But I don't really need to justify my possible pettiness. That mole bugged me; I wondered why someone with success and money would choose to keep it.
I wonder if SJP had the mole biopsied.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
2008 Full of Promise
I apologize to the throngs of loyal readers who can't get enough of my blog. I promised at the end of 2007 that I was making a big comeback. My comeback got delayed, but I'm back for the remaining one loyal throng.
I'm changing my habits...well, a couple of them. Not because it's a new year, but because this year is almost one-sixth over. Can you believe that?
I think that time zooms by quickly for us boomers. If I'm going to finish my second book this year, I'd better use some discipline. My commitment to myself is to have the basic text down by my June birthday. I will find an agent before the book is finished.
This blog affords me the chance to write about everything that interests me, instead of limiting my easily-bored self to one topic. Yet, I love the topic of my book. You might wonder what it's about.
I'm knowledgeable enough to write a self-help book. I am smart enough (that is, lucky to have stumbled upon some concepts) to tell other people how to live their lives, or at least, a big aspect of their lives. I'm going to share my philosophy on overcoming chronic illness. I have discovered some universal truths that will enable anyone with illness to live a life of depth and fulfillment, and I will offer all the hope needed to appreciate life.
To complement writing, I have found a balance in my life that had thus far eluded me. I am still ambitious, but I find comfort and peace in my common tasks and lifestyle. Watching my grand babies is cathartic for me. My mind is 100 percent involved. I live in the present with these children in a way that was impossible when my own son was little. I am not preoccupied with making ends meet or getting laundry done when the kids need my attention. Watching the kids is almost a meditative experience.
I may sound simple, but I still love my gadgets. I just got a new cell phone, a Motorola Razr. It took me awhile but I finally understand the full range of each menu, and I am downloading ring tones.
During 2007 I bought a Nikon D40x camera, and I'm taking photography classes. To compliment my hobby, I am scrapbooking some of my best pictures of the kids. For anyone--snobby artistic types, in particular--who thinks that scrapbooking is a craft that requires no taste or artistic talent, they are mistaken. I find that scrapbooking is the perfect past time to excite the same muse that needs to write.
Does my life sound balanced? In March, my Nia dance classes start again. This style of dance is so stimulating and satisfying that I find myself wanting a cigarette. (I haven't smoked in 20 years.)
This blog is a bit of a ramble. One more thing: I've been cleaning out cupboards and going through old paperwork. I'd like to think it'll be easier to write if my house is organized first. But any writer knows that we must work even with the house is falling down around us.
I put my whole life on hold to write my first book. This time I am determined to keep balance in my life and to produce this second book with ease. I'm older now and wiser. Right? We shall see.
I'm changing my habits...well, a couple of them. Not because it's a new year, but because this year is almost one-sixth over. Can you believe that?
I think that time zooms by quickly for us boomers. If I'm going to finish my second book this year, I'd better use some discipline. My commitment to myself is to have the basic text down by my June birthday. I will find an agent before the book is finished.
This blog affords me the chance to write about everything that interests me, instead of limiting my easily-bored self to one topic. Yet, I love the topic of my book. You might wonder what it's about.
I'm knowledgeable enough to write a self-help book. I am smart enough (that is, lucky to have stumbled upon some concepts) to tell other people how to live their lives, or at least, a big aspect of their lives. I'm going to share my philosophy on overcoming chronic illness. I have discovered some universal truths that will enable anyone with illness to live a life of depth and fulfillment, and I will offer all the hope needed to appreciate life.
To complement writing, I have found a balance in my life that had thus far eluded me. I am still ambitious, but I find comfort and peace in my common tasks and lifestyle. Watching my grand babies is cathartic for me. My mind is 100 percent involved. I live in the present with these children in a way that was impossible when my own son was little. I am not preoccupied with making ends meet or getting laundry done when the kids need my attention. Watching the kids is almost a meditative experience.
I may sound simple, but I still love my gadgets. I just got a new cell phone, a Motorola Razr. It took me awhile but I finally understand the full range of each menu, and I am downloading ring tones.
During 2007 I bought a Nikon D40x camera, and I'm taking photography classes. To compliment my hobby, I am scrapbooking some of my best pictures of the kids. For anyone--snobby artistic types, in particular--who thinks that scrapbooking is a craft that requires no taste or artistic talent, they are mistaken. I find that scrapbooking is the perfect past time to excite the same muse that needs to write.
Does my life sound balanced? In March, my Nia dance classes start again. This style of dance is so stimulating and satisfying that I find myself wanting a cigarette. (I haven't smoked in 20 years.)
This blog is a bit of a ramble. One more thing: I've been cleaning out cupboards and going through old paperwork. I'd like to think it'll be easier to write if my house is organized first. But any writer knows that we must work even with the house is falling down around us.
I put my whole life on hold to write my first book. This time I am determined to keep balance in my life and to produce this second book with ease. I'm older now and wiser. Right? We shall see.
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