Archive for September, 2007

TWO TACOS AND A FIESTA PLATE PLEASE

Friday, September 28th, 2007

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Mary,

Not that it is something that many of us dwell on, but here is an interesting question. IF you were in a coma for a few weeks and suddenly woke up, what do you think would be YOUR first request??

True story about a relatively young woman who had a critical heart arrhythmia in the middle of the night, went into a state of unconsciousness where she stayed for weeks. When all seemed hopeless, her husband and family came to the heartbreaking conclusion that stopping her life support was their only path.

They shut down her machine. Within minutes of this plug being pulled the woman woke up – and the first words uttered out of her mouth were, “I want some Mexican food”.

I started to ponder about what I would ask for after awakening from a deep and lengthy slumber. Obviously you would think that people would desire details for family, time and date, how long they had been asleep, current events and maybe even hot dog and a beer.

However, my requests would seem to fall along a different sort of line:

1. A SCALE . With hopes that only being fed by intravenous methods would FINALLY result in SOME TYPE OF WEIGHT LOSS.

2. Foil Highlights ASAP !!

Next I would ask the most pertinent of questions:

1. By any chance, did I win Powerball??
AND
2. Did those 40 winks remove 40 years of wrinkles?

That would be about as much as I would want or need to know, except for maybe “are the kids still living at home?”

Lorraine

RE: CLAUSTROPHOBIA AND MENOPAUSE

Thursday, September 27th, 2007

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Mary,

You are NORMAL within the seemingly unlimited parameters of menopause, peri or otherwise. Obviously you are not MERRY MARY these days, but you are in good company - remember there are millions like us suffering, but not in silence. Unlike past generations of women WE feel free to VENT – and then talk, chat, write, phone, cry and whine about what is happening to us in our latter lives.

Your list of mid-life merriment and my list differ slightly. I am not experiencing the mood swings and the Dr. Jekyll/Mrs. Hyde transformation (or AM I - is this why my cell phone has not rang all day?), but the forgetfulness, fuzzy thinking and overall freaky feeling must be universal. Maybe you will be one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to deal with the internal thermostatic chaos – or, your luck will change and you will just have to add these fiery flare-ups to your inventory of estrogen-driven symptoms. This whole thing is about as much fun as watching my face drop.

Good news about the no-sleep phenomenon. First of all, if you get too little sleep experts say you can die AND NOW these same experts say that if you get too much sleep you can die. These experts are right either way – we will all die.

Personally I had to take a different tact with my newly experienced insomnia and look at it as a great big message from above. God is telling me that I have only so many good years left……..and I better be AWAKE for most of them!!

P.S. Can Calgon still take us away? And if so, can it take us to the land of bio-identical hormones?? Book me a ticket.

Lorraine

CLAUSTROPHOBIA AND MENOPAUSE

Wednesday, September 26th, 2007

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Lorraine, until recently I never understood the whole need for “bio-identical hormones”. I’ve been saying to myself, “Hey, this whole menopause, peri-menopause, screwthepause phase is natural…why should I go on anything…I’m doing great…I’m happy, I’m in control”.

I’m in total denial.

However, due to recent unexplainable circumstances, I now understand this often told joke:

Question: How many menopausal women does it takes to screw in a light bulb?

Answer: WHO THE HELL CARES????

I miss myself. Someone is inhabitating my body and I don’t know who the hell she is. I make Sybil look functional.

On any given day, I suddenly become:

Manic Mary
Miserable Mary
Martyr Mary
Munching Mary
Maybe Mary
Merciless Mary
Melancholy Mary
Moody Mary
Munchausen’s Mary

And these are my good days.

I just can’t seem to figure out this hormonal stuff. I took some “natural” progesterone, but I ran out and keep forgetting to get more.

I get my period every 3-4 weeks and was told I need to be on birth control (yeah right!).

I sleep 5 hours/night (ugghhh–just read new study saying I am now at extreme risk for heart attack or stroke due to sleep deprivation).

My reading glasses (all 500 of them) are being abducted by aliens.

I drove to my doctor’s office to pick up a prescription. I was talking on the phone to a friend and drove the wrong way for 5 miles. I realized my mistake, turned around, got to the doctor’s office and remembered they said they would mail it (45 minutes lost).

Left my keys in the car at Costco (a reading glasses run). Rummaged through my purse for 15 minutes—they were sitting in the driver’s seat. Only good thing was the car was unlocked (another thing I forgot to do).

I get pscho angry every time my cell phone vibrates with a new call.

My husband wants more passion and my libido is lethargic.

Is “CLAUSTROPHIC” a symptom?

Where’s that Calgon commercial when you need it?

Tell me I’m normal, Mary

RE: LOOKING FOR MR. GOOD SPERM

Tuesday, September 25th, 2007

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Mary, your story of Looking for Mr. Good Sperm is absolutely APPALLING…I think you mentioned that these women were college educated! If so there goes all confidence in any woman holding a college degree and I would want to further investigate if these women obtained these degrees ONLINE…. I am hoping these weren’t HARVARD graduates. They need more than a tuition refund and a map quest report to find their brains…These women need MANDATED post-graduate work in a DAY CARE FACILITY ASAP.

The DEEP request about wanting to have sperm from a black man thus no need for sunscreen sounds like this woman studied under the infamous Professor Jessica Simpson and took the class “Chicken of the Sea” - is it tuna or chicken?

I can understand wanting sperm from Albert Einstein or Brad Pitt for physical and mental attributes, but if slathering sunscreen on a child is too much then changing a diaper would put her over the edge. Unfortunately for her there are no sperm with “no poop” DNA.

If this woman is “anti-slathering”, then she also could be anti-bathing, anti-walking, anti-cuddling…all the earmarks of a wonderful TWIXTER mother…someone PLEEZE talk her into getting a puppy before her artificial insemination date and save this possible offspring from years of therapy brought on by a mother who needed to keep men and sunscreen at arm’s length.

If this group of AIRHEADS could take this mentality of motherhood to the next logical level, they would be looking for sperm to insure they would be required to basically do NOTHING…have the kid, give it to the nanny, and continue their lives of reading too many women’s magazines and shopping for shoes.

I think I have caught on to the “Single Mother’s by Choice” organization…they are Single Mother’s by Choice because no man in his right mind would come within a sperm’s length of these women…just hand them the turkey-baster and let them have a good time!
Wasn’t half the fun of getting pregnant…getting pregnant?? Like having sex with someone that you at least LIKED??

And who worried about skin color, hair color, long legs, runway model looks? We were preoccupied with hours of long labor and shouting expletives at our “sperm donor” as coarse as was heard in THE EXORCIST. We were still coherent enough to ask the most important question when our babies were born…”is it fine, is it healthy, does it have 10 fingers and 10 toes???”– not “will it need an airbrush tan?” or “do colored contact lenses come in infant sizes?”

I think we should send these women to the nearest biotech lab and have their DNA extracted and worked on until all IDIOT material found within is OUT…only then can they procreate.

I too have to go–my BIG RELATIONSHIP dog needs me…Lorraine

LOOKING FOR MR. GOOD SPERM

Monday, September 24th, 2007

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Lorraine,

I need an attitude adjustment…or I need to stop reading newspapers and being a cable news junkie. The latest news blurb alerted me to the fact that sperm banks are going sperm bankrupt.

Now, I’m not going to bore you with the reasons…but it does remind me of an article in the Sunday New York Times Magazine awhile back. This was a COVER STORY about women who were sick and tired of trying to find Mr. Right, and just looking for Mr. Right Sperm.

I hope these DNA seeking women got the goods before the recent baby banks hit the skids.

I saw some of these women on the Today Show. It was a good hunger suppressant.

After hearing the incessant whining of these college-educated women on why they didn’t want to bother with the whole “man” thing and just wanted to get their cold little hands on some hot sperm, I thought, “they need to demand their tuition money back!”

They didn’t need to be looking for the PERFECT SPERM– they needed to be looking for their BRAINS.

One woman, and I am seriously not making this up, wanted the sperm of a black man (she was white) because she didn’t want to be bothered with slathering on SUN TAN LOTION on her future kid.

Many of these women, who belong to an organization called Single Mothers by Choice, seem to be in some baby shower and little baby gifts la-la land.

Do these women not realize that there’s a big difference between WANTING a kid and HAVING a kid?

Call me old-fashioned, but you and I both found out that there was a HUGE difference and we had an actual flesh and blood father who was there…. and it still wasn’t easy.

Of course, we did have to use sun tan lotion so maybe that’s what made it so hard.

One woman was quoted as saying when asked about choosing insemination over a living breathing man, “I don’t want a BIG relationship.”

HELLO! EARTH TO YOU: HOW BIG DO YOU THINK THE RELATIONSHIP WITH A CHILD WILL BE?

Why did they think having a BIG relationship with a child is any different than with a man?

When did men become so disposable?

Okay, never mind. Another subject for another blog.

Gotta run–must go attend to one of MY many BIG relationships…one of them is needing me, Mary

RE: ROLE MODELS: Alfred E. Neumann??

Friday, September 21st, 2007

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Mary,

My suspicions have been confirmed. The sociological commentary isn’t a pretty picture.

I did e-mail both my boys and here are their responses or lack thereof, which in itself is a statement. The translation of “no response” to questions that I thought should have been easy just screams DISTURBING and feedback deserved of a million dollar endowment for sociological study. So here goes:

Blake: Paris Hilton finally crashed and burned and people are happy.

Garrett: Paris Hilton is a talent-less tramp who carries around some type of mongrel in her purse.

As for role models, Blake said, “I had role models years ago but gave up on them when they became hypocrites”.

Garrett’s response was….no response.

Yikes. So much cynicism. This is disheartening considering when we were growing up we looked to our heroes and role models for positive direction and wanted to emulate them at some level.

I am surprised that none of our kids singled out Bill Gates. He changed the course of all of our lives with personal computers and is as philanthropic as Oprah.

I’m afraid this is where WORDS really have meaning, and the GEEK FACTOR plays a part. Remember how our kids avoided the “geeks” at any cost and only traveled with their accountabilabuddies. Together, they constantly pushed the envelope with local police and had to spend time at Habitat For Humanity doing court-ordered community service.

I am hoping for a BREAKING NEWS story regarding generation X’ers and their lack of adulation for anything or anyone that doesn’t make constant headlines for really bad behavior, have some sick or bizarre video on youtube, and be able to support all of these antics with a wallet the size of Canada to help us figure out the question…Where have all the role models gone?

We all had hoped that 30 days in the hoosegow would provide countless lessons to the young Ms. Hilton, the least being she would learn to survive without hair extensions and the biggest being she would never again be the designated driver and the words “I got shot-gun” are continuously being shouted from her yap.

My hopes were dashed after watching Pitiful Pouffy Paris on Larry King (Still) Alive having difficulty citing her favorite scripture verse based upon her newly found “reborn” status found behind bars, and not being decisive regarding which women’s charity she would soon be contributing to.

If my sons ever become fans, they’re out of the will.

Lorraine

RE: RE: ROLE MODELS: GLORIA STEINEM VS. PARIS HILTON

Thursday, September 20th, 2007

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Lorraine,

Okay, I’m not sure whether or not I need to get on an antidepressant immediately or pat myself on the back for a well deserved nod of approval from my children.

They all answered me back within the day. I’m still in shock by the expediency in how quickly they got back to me. First, the good news:

All four of them said that I was one of their biggest role models! Yeah (that little side $$$ bribe didn’t hurt either)!

The bad news: While the boys listed some positive role models, not one of them included a woman. And the girls, as much time as they racked their brains, couldn’t come up with one.

Here’s what they said to the Paris Hilton question:

Brent (25): “I hate Paris Hilton and love that she is going to jail! I despise her.”

Nate (24): What do I think of Paris Hilton? I try not to. She’s pathetic, seems
stupid, and is boring. However, I would be lying if I said I didn’t find her
somewhat interesting. I think it says a lot more about the superficial culture of America and even the world for that matter that this woman is famous because she really hasn’t accomplished anything.

Kellie (22): Paris Hilton is a spoiled rotten talent-less sl..t.

Cassie (19): I think Paris Hilton is either the dumbest person in the world for
thinking that for some reason she is God’s gift to the world because her
Dad is loaded; or she is a genius for being so famous and having
absolutely no talent.
Now for the role models:

Brent: Clinton, P. Diddy and Jay-Z.
Nate: Clinton, Howard Stern, Dave Chappelle and Malcom X
Kellie: No role models.
Cassie: The desperate housewives. They marry rich and die young (just kidding Mom!).

So there you have it, Lorraine. No worries about any of my kids trying to emulate Paris Hilton. As for role models, they consist of an impeached President, rap singers, a comic and according to Nate, a true altruist.

Your turn, Mary

RE: ROLE MODELS: GLORIA STENEIM VS. PARIS HILTON

Wednesday, September 19th, 2007

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Mary,

How unfortunate that this whole P.H. subject is HOT and TOPICAL and that she made the cover of People magazine. I must admit I’m feeling a bit hesitant about jumping into the verbal Paris Hilton visits the Big House fray because I’d like to think that I am above all that.

This exempts me, however, from American Idol. I love American Idol and found myself emotionally involved and ridiculously obsessed with the show in general. In fact, I’ve been in withdrawal mode since the season ended and am anxiously awaiting the fall season.

I digress. You are so right about the lack of positive well-balanced role models for our sons and daughters today. They are gone and seemingly replaced with rock stars who refuse to wear underwear, celebrities in and out of rehab centers and divorce courts, and athletes who lie about performance enhancement drugs and deny fathering children out of wedlock.

Your e-mail made some great points and I’ve now become curious as to how my own boys would respond to these two questions. I’m going to e-mail them now and will get back to you as soon as I hear from them (let’s hope it’s sometime this month).

ROLE MODELS: GLORIA STEINEM VS. PARIS HILTON

Tuesday, September 18th, 2007

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Lorraine, I’ve been ruminating lately about the celeb rat packs (women who carry small dogs in purse patches) such as Paris Hilton. Since she’s been released from jail, her friends Nicole and Lindsey have seen some iron bars themselves. Britney seems to be destined for some time in the slammer. So, I’ve been struck with the ominous question: WHO ARE MY CHILDREN’S ROLE MODELS, ESPECIALLY MY DAUGHERS?

I began thinking back to right before Paris Hilton went to jail (the leader of the pack). I remember watching The View and those women who never listen to each other were discussing this very critical national security issue of Paris Hilton and her impending jail sentence. Paris was fighting this so hard, she seemed willing to give up her first-born pooch purse.

Why was the legal system being so hard on Poor Pouty Paris? I mean, reaaaalllly, it was just a couple of minor offenses like DUI’s, fender benders, driving at night without headlights on, and oh yes, operating a vehicle with that pesky suspended license. The authorities are surely being tough on her to set an example for the rest of us. I’m appalled.

As the mother of four children who are around her age, I am appalled!
NOT…

As I sat there chewing antacids, calcium included, at a record rate watching clips of Paris and her enabling mother leaving the courtroom, I was stricken with the horrible thought that my children, especially my daughters, really don’t have any great role models (other than me, of course) for their generation.

Rosie, Joy, Baba and even Baby Lizzie must have been reading my mind because they started pointing out the same thing. The first three couldn’t think of any good younger role models for young women and Lizzie astutely pointed out the often thought of role model Mandy Moore (Mandy who?).

It brought me back to the day when our role models were Gloria Steinem, Betty Freidan and the many women who protested and demanded equality in the work force, protested the Vietnam War and worked in both their careers and motherhood.

I think we can all agree that the feminist movement is sadly a thing of the past. This generation of young people seems more concerned with what’s going on in the daily lives of celebrities than the ongoing ravages of the war in Iraq or global warming.

God help me, I hope I’m wrong. Young people ages 16-30, please tell me I’ve got early onset of dementia and name all the great role models that serve as your muses (and please tell me you know what that word means).

With that in mind, I’ve decided before I make unfair judgments against my offspring and their peers, I’d go to them directly and ask them 2 questions:

1. What do you think of Paris Hilton?
2. Who are your role models (besides me of course)?

Anybody out there with kids, ask them and tell us who their role models are.

RE: BEYONCE, ARMPITS AND OSAMA BIN LADEN

Monday, September 17th, 2007

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Mary,

This E-mail topic of anti-armpits is disturbing. Even hearing about armpits reminds me that I never really think about my armpits unless they start emitting an odor or sprout armpit hair…at which time the heavy-duty anti-bacterial soap, razor and shaving cream make an emergency appearance in the shower.

Obviously I have chosen not to look closely at this usually silent area, so I have failed to notice that I may now have the repository of mid-life fat that you are referring to. Now I am searching my brain for an actual term to describe this ugly scenario that has slowly crept up over our bra strap and under our armpit. I am still at a loss…. this area is basically indescribable unless you have a medical/surgical handbook at the ready.

So, let me understand this………we, females, really should not raise our arms above our heads unless we are wearing long-sleeved attire? We can still put our breasts practically in the face of the public, and wear tight fitting skirts and jeans so we can be “bootylicious” but GOD FORBID we see an underarm???

No, something else must be going on. The media must have been totally bored with what they were viewing. Maybe there were just not enough boobs/booties and unpantied crotch’s to write home about.

I do have to admit that I draw the line at a female underarm with hair. Yes, I am culturally biased, but to see a beautiful woman in a designer dress complete with gorgeous jewelry and freshly-tanned skin and then hair protruding from under her arm is just plain GROSS. Same goes with female hairy legs. That’s just me.

Let’s hope that this new “aarrggg…. it’s an armpit” view currently held by the drive-by media disappears quickly and we females can go back to moving around normally, which includes lifting our arms, waving and hugging, thus presenting our armpits to the world. Gee…how empowering.

Until this armpit horror scenario subsides I guess we can go “Victorian” and cover up head to toe…either way the media will have something negative to say about whatever they help to create.