Oh, and it's Friday the 13th. Is anyone superstitious? Could this be why I returned home an hour ago to find a truck blocking my garage, or why I got ANOTHER project rejection? Hmmm . . .
Happy birthday to my cousin Rodney, even though he's never visited my website, and probably won't read this greeting. Love ya anyway.
Ranted by Gina B. @ 1:38 PM
Friday, August 13, 2004
I've had WAY too much propaganda today . . .
Yahoo! News - Late Cooking Diva Julia Child Loved Red Meat, Gin Sometimes I wonder who writes these headlines. The woman was a great chef who died at 91 and they only thing they can say in the headline of her death announcement is that she loved red meat and gin? Whether or not it's true -- because Julia looked like she could put it away -- I would imagine it's irrelevant. At least today.
On another note, during my grocery-store-line-tabloid-perusal, I read in In Touch magazine (the one with a fetching picture of the 75 lb. Mary Kate Olsen on the cover) that Star Jones is abstaining from sex until after her wedding to fiance Al Reynolds. Why am I thinking that he's not too upset by this decision?
In a related news item, what's with the Governor of NJ? He's now "a Gay American." I saw a clip of his speech on Good Morning America this morning, and it was kind of weird how his wife was standing there, holding his hand throughout his coming out announcement. This downlow shit has gone WAY too far. And, just for clarification, I don't care that he's gay. He should be free to have sex with men and twirl as much as he likes. I have a problem with the deception of women in the process. And yes, I'm taking it personally, dammit! Really . . . is it too much to ask that a man who gets involved with a woman does so because he really LIKES women, and isn't having a secret craving for testosterone?
Ranted by Gina B. @ 12:48 PM
Yahoo! News - Late Cooking Diva Julia Child Loved Red Meat, Gin Sometimes I wonder who writes these headlines. The woman was a great chef who died at 91 and they only thing they can say in the headline of her death announcement is that she loved red meat and gin? Whether or not it's true -- because Julia looked like she could put it away -- I would imagine it's irrelevant. At least today.
On another note, during my grocery-store-line-tabloid-perusal, I read in In Touch magazine (the one with a fetching picture of the 75 lb. Mary Kate Olsen on the cover) that Star Jones is abstaining from sex until after her wedding to fiance Al Reynolds. Why am I thinking that he's not too upset by this decision?
In a related news item, what's with the Governor of NJ? He's now "a Gay American." I saw a clip of his speech on Good Morning America this morning, and it was kind of weird how his wife was standing there, holding his hand throughout his coming out announcement. This downlow shit has gone WAY too far. And, just for clarification, I don't care that he's gay. He should be free to have sex with men and twirl as much as he likes. I have a problem with the deception of women in the process. And yes, I'm taking it personally, dammit! Really . . . is it too much to ask that a man who gets involved with a woman does so because he really LIKES women, and isn't having a secret craving for testosterone?
Thursday, August 12, 2004
One of the many things that sucks about being an independent contractor is putting in bids for projects, not getting them, and never understanding why. I bid today for a project that would have been time consuming, but really freakin' cool, and I didn't get it, dammit!!! I don't know if I overpriced it, or whether he didn't like my samples or my resume, but I'm pissed. Oh well . . . on to the next thing.
The good news is that my chiropractor has given me a clean bill of health and I can now resume my interrupted workout schedule. It's amazing that I didn't gain any weight during the 1 1/2 months that I took off. Then again, I'm slightly obsessive about it, so it doesn't really surprise me. But now, I can go back to lifting weights, dance class, and pilates/yoga. The one thing I can't do is box. He (Dr. Cutie Pie, my chiropractor) thought it was funny that I should even ask if I can resume boxing. I think he's in cahoots with my father, who thought it was mortifying that "his little girl" would get into a sport that involves a person taking swings at her face. I didn't have any orthodontic work when I was a teenager, so I guess he's trying to make sure that I won't need dentures from getting teeth knocked out. I told him that I never box without headgear, but somehow that didn't comfort him. I guess he's happy now that I've been benched.
It's funny . . . I get accused of being a daddy's girl, and people say that he spoiled me ridiculously -- although I disagree, and feel that I could have been way MORE spoiled than I was/am. :-) I am a daddy's girl, but I think I'm more spoiled in adulthood by my male friends, who are all so extremely good to me. I love them so much that I wouldn't trade them for a lifetime supply of chocolate (and that's a strong statement). They hang out with me, do nice things for me, and give me dating advice from the male perspective.
But here's where we get into trouble. While I love them to Reeses Pieces, I now have FAR more information than I should about male tendencies, and, although this knowledge makes me a better relationship columnist, it also makes me overly alert and hypersensitive in my dating life. Those seem like negative traits, but they're useful when I need them. Believe me . . . I've needed them!
And because of my dad and my friends, my standards are really high. They're my benchmarks. A guy needs to treat me better than my father, my male friends, AND TiVo (can't forget TiVo) combined. Doesn't sound likely, does it? :-)
On another note . . . why does it feel like Fall in Chicago when it's only August? My flowers are confused.
Ranted by Gina B. @ 5:51 PM
The good news is that my chiropractor has given me a clean bill of health and I can now resume my interrupted workout schedule. It's amazing that I didn't gain any weight during the 1 1/2 months that I took off. Then again, I'm slightly obsessive about it, so it doesn't really surprise me. But now, I can go back to lifting weights, dance class, and pilates/yoga. The one thing I can't do is box. He (Dr. Cutie Pie, my chiropractor) thought it was funny that I should even ask if I can resume boxing. I think he's in cahoots with my father, who thought it was mortifying that "his little girl" would get into a sport that involves a person taking swings at her face. I didn't have any orthodontic work when I was a teenager, so I guess he's trying to make sure that I won't need dentures from getting teeth knocked out. I told him that I never box without headgear, but somehow that didn't comfort him. I guess he's happy now that I've been benched.
It's funny . . . I get accused of being a daddy's girl, and people say that he spoiled me ridiculously -- although I disagree, and feel that I could have been way MORE spoiled than I was/am. :-) I am a daddy's girl, but I think I'm more spoiled in adulthood by my male friends, who are all so extremely good to me. I love them so much that I wouldn't trade them for a lifetime supply of chocolate (and that's a strong statement). They hang out with me, do nice things for me, and give me dating advice from the male perspective.
But here's where we get into trouble. While I love them to Reeses Pieces, I now have FAR more information than I should about male tendencies, and, although this knowledge makes me a better relationship columnist, it also makes me overly alert and hypersensitive in my dating life. Those seem like negative traits, but they're useful when I need them. Believe me . . . I've needed them!
And because of my dad and my friends, my standards are really high. They're my benchmarks. A guy needs to treat me better than my father, my male friends, AND TiVo (can't forget TiVo) combined. Doesn't sound likely, does it? :-)
On another note . . . why does it feel like Fall in Chicago when it's only August? My flowers are confused.
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
I'm taking another poll. Guys, if you see a woman out alone, what do you think of her? Do you automatically think she's on the prowl and pursue her accordingly? Women, if you go out alone, are you out to meet guys, or just enjoying your own company?
Don't be shy! Speak your mind.
Ranted by Gina B. @ 12:13 AM
Don't be shy! Speak your mind.
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
I've been mulling over whether or not to retire from writing and do something safer and less torturous. I haven't been able to make a decision, so today I decided that I would try and find an agent (which you would think I had done by now), and if I get rejected several times after making a valiant effort (sending out at least 20 inquiry letters), it's meant to be that I retire and retreat to my lackluster, albeit stable, corporate existence. Does that make sense?
I find that I make a lot of contingency deals with the Universe, like: "If I get a good parking space, it means I'm supposed to be here." Since I feel like we have limited control anyway, I try to just go along with it. I know it sounds weird, but this is about the closest I get to being religious.
Ranted by Gina B. @ 11:17 AM
I find that I make a lot of contingency deals with the Universe, like: "If I get a good parking space, it means I'm supposed to be here." Since I feel like we have limited control anyway, I try to just go along with it. I know it sounds weird, but this is about the closest I get to being religious.
Monday, August 09, 2004
Ranted by Gina B. @ 10:15 AMSunday, August 08, 2004
Yahoo! News - Via Cell, Help's on the Way for Bad Dates -- how cool is this?
I can't believe they've turned this trick into a service! I will admit that I often have girlfriends on reserve just in case I go on a bad date that I need to get out of. The plan is that I will sneak a call in while in the bathroom, or while he's in the bathroom, and have a friend call me back some minutes later to tell me that there's an 'emergency' that I need to tend to. Fortunately, I've never had to exercise this option, but it's nice to know it's there if I need it. It's like having my hand on the escape hatch just in case.
The cell phone gets me out of a lot of things. Street solicitors are relentless. They approach people and lay on a guilt trip so thick that my mother would applaud them. They say things like "Do you have a few minutes for the environment?" or "Do you have a couple of minutes to save the children?" As though anyone's going to say that they don't care about the environment, and they hate kids to boot.
I have a passive aggressive solution. If I'm ever about to be harassed on the street, I grab the phone and begin having a conversation (usually with myself) to deter the offending person without being offensive and saying what I really feel, like "get the hell out of my face," or something equally pleasant. Before they start, I just point to the phone, mouth the word "Sorry," begin talking and then, when I'm at a safe distance, I return to the phone to my purse. The cell phone trick is also an excellent way to get rid of men who are being persistent in a public place, or if I can foresee that I'm about to be approached by an unsavory dude.
If you're going to try this yourself, make sure that your phone is set to silent ringer. It would suck to pretend like you're on an important call, only for the phone to ring mid-conversation. Not quite as convincing.
Ranted by Gina B. @ 4:20 PM
I can't believe they've turned this trick into a service! I will admit that I often have girlfriends on reserve just in case I go on a bad date that I need to get out of. The plan is that I will sneak a call in while in the bathroom, or while he's in the bathroom, and have a friend call me back some minutes later to tell me that there's an 'emergency' that I need to tend to. Fortunately, I've never had to exercise this option, but it's nice to know it's there if I need it. It's like having my hand on the escape hatch just in case.
The cell phone gets me out of a lot of things. Street solicitors are relentless. They approach people and lay on a guilt trip so thick that my mother would applaud them. They say things like "Do you have a few minutes for the environment?" or "Do you have a couple of minutes to save the children?" As though anyone's going to say that they don't care about the environment, and they hate kids to boot.
I have a passive aggressive solution. If I'm ever about to be harassed on the street, I grab the phone and begin having a conversation (usually with myself) to deter the offending person without being offensive and saying what I really feel, like "get the hell out of my face," or something equally pleasant. Before they start, I just point to the phone, mouth the word "Sorry," begin talking and then, when I'm at a safe distance, I return to the phone to my purse. The cell phone trick is also an excellent way to get rid of men who are being persistent in a public place, or if I can foresee that I'm about to be approached by an unsavory dude.
If you're going to try this yourself, make sure that your phone is set to silent ringer. It would suck to pretend like you're on an important call, only for the phone to ring mid-conversation. Not quite as convincing.
