Monthly Archives: November 2014

Things Men Have Said To Me (#12)

I’ve always been very fair-skinned, quite the pale gal. In high school, I participated in a fundraiser slave auction (we can debate the wisdom and political correctness of the event another day). The auctioneer, a black guy and fellow student who I didn’t know, had this to say to the bidders when it was my turn on the “block.”

HIM: “She ain’t got much of a suntan, but she sure is good-looking!”

Short Thought 89 (slogans)

I was going to rake leaves. I had Home Depot yard bags. On the side of the bag was printed [begin sarcasm] their highly original and clever [end sarcasm] slogan, LET’S DO THIS.© I thought about that for awhile. Not sure why they felt it warranted a trademark, and isn’t the slogan suspiciously close to Nike’s “Just Do It”? Anyway, I waited and waited, and they never showed up. Let’s do this my foot.

Short Thought 88 (pasta)

I was talking with a friend on the phone and we were discussing food. As a huge lover of pasta, I admitted I probably had 15 boxes on-hand. For me. Alone. As I said it, I allowed that it made me sound like one of those “preppers” but added I wasn’t afraid of Armageddon, just being hungry!

I later took a count. I was mistaken. There were 18 boxes.

Things Men Have Said To Me (#11)

We’d been seeing each other about 2 months. Previously in conversation, I’d told him that for holidays I needed one of two things: to be with people I cared about OR an activity I’d enjoy.

HIM (informing): “My sister has invited us for Christmas with my family. I told her we would come.” (I had not met them.)

ME: “You can’t answer for me. ….And how is that one of the two things I said I needed for a holiday?”

HIM: (no response)

Pizza post

I wanted to take photos of my food for a long time. Now I can. In part I just like to look at photos of food (so much the better if I might actually get to have it), but also pictures remind me of what I cook and inspire me to make dishes again in a way written recipes alone do not. Healthy, delicious pizza is a staple very week. I make the crusts from whole wheat and white flour combined with a small amount of canola oil. The whole wheat makes it healthier and more filling. I always add a drizzle of olive oil on top. The toppings shown are meatless since I’m a mostly-vegetarian (I don’t miss it on my pizzas at all). Here’s a few samples.

Crushed tomatoes, mozzarella, grated Parmesan/Romano, olive oil and fresh oregano.

Crushed tomatoes, mozzarella, grated Parmesan/Romano, olive oil and fresh oregano.


Whole wheat pastry flour crust, diced tomatoes, black olives, onion, and just a bit of mozzarella.

Whole wheat pastry flour crust, diced tomatoes, black olives, onion, and just a bit of mozzarella.


Mushrooms, canned spinach, black olives, capers, mozzarella, olive oil

Mushrooms, canned spinach, black olives, capers, mozzarella, olive oil


Chopped clams, onion, mozzarella, grated Parmesan/Romano, olive oil, oregano

Chopped clams, onion, mozzarella, grated Parmesan/Romano, olive oil, oregano


Diced tomatoes, mozzarella, diced jalapenos, olive oil, chili powder

Diced tomatoes, mozzarella, diced jalapenos, olive oil, chili powder


Fresh spinach, onion, garlic, mozzarella, fresh oregano, olive oil

Fresh spinach, onion, garlic, mozzarella, fresh oregano, olive oil


Red onion, black olives, mozzarella, olive oil, oregano and a smidge of hot pepper flakes

Red onion, black olives, mozzarella, olive oil, oregano and a smidge of hot pepper flakes


Petite diced tomatoes, onion, black olives, 4-cheese mix (Cheddar, Monterey Jack, Asadero, Queso Quesadilla), fresh oregano, chili powder, olive oil.

Petite diced tomatoes, onion, black olives, 4-cheese mix(Cheddar, Monterey Jack, Asadero, Queso Quesadilla), fresh oregano, chili powder, olive oil.

The “sexy” school girl look (yeah, RIGHT)

I read a post which reminded me, not in a good way, of the 8 years I had to wear a hideous, scratchy, red plaid jumper/skirt to school year round. I’m well aware how the sexy school girl look has become so bizarrely fetishized, but I’m fairly confident most of us who ever authentically wore it, did NOT feel or look “sexy.” In grade school, I’d be hard-pressed to recall anyone who even looked good in that miserable uniform.

We were pasty-white, skinny kids mostly, who in winter found our little legs raw and chapped from having no protection from cold. Coats were mostly short too, so they were no help (What sense was that? To bulk up a kid on their top half alone and leave the lower half-open to frigid temps??). Our legs were either red or chalky-dry from the elements. Oooh sexy!

Since we were kids, scabbed knees and ugly leg scrapes were par for the course too. Nothing says “sizzling hot” like oozing, scabby cuts! It didn’t help that our playground for recess, lunch break, and some sports activities was a parking lot. Many a child running at full tilt took a nasty gravel burn fall on that pavement. The girls, in stupid skirts and knee socks got the worst of it.

Kids from big families like mine, often passed down uniforms to other siblings so it wasn’t unusual to see a girl overwhelmed in a too big or poorly fit uniform she’d been stuck with. I remember one wearing a skirt that fell below her knees. That skirt wore her.

In later years, the girls in my grade started wearing gym shorts under the skirts, both to facilitate the change for gym class and as a kind of fashion statement. And even as someone who sometimes did it too, I have to say it was an odd look, as the (pre-spandex and lycra) shorts just added a weird bulk to the ensemble. Another habit among the older girls was to roll the waist band under once or twice to “shorten” the length of the skirt. That didn’t work so well either, because the skirt flared immediately below the waistband, plus there’s be a thin white cotton button-up blouse already tucked in to the skirt, so the result was several layers of bunched-up fabric at the waist.

In all the years I dressed up for Halloween or any other costumed event, never once did the thought of trotting out the sexy school girl look cross my mind. Thinking now, what would make a good costume, might be cultivating the authentic school girl look: atrocious jumper/skirt; fake blood leg cuts and scars; pilled, elastic-shot fallen down knee socks; beat-up, industrial-looking shoes with untied, broken laces; shapeless, boxy, short-sleeved button blouse of thin, cheap fabric paired with trainer bra or white undershirt. Topped off with a bad haircut and home-cut, uneven bangs. Now that, that would be a costume.

Addiction in relationships

It was years ago, back when I thought, oh I don’t know what the hell I thought. That I could get through to him? Get him to understand? See?

An active addiction always comes between people in a relationship. In effect, two people reaching toward one another, will be thwarted by the presence of an addiction. They have to reach around it. This is what I tried to tell him. I even drew a picture that looked like this:
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Addiction doesn’t necessarily resemble a loaf of French bread, but you get the idea – I am confident, Reader, that you do. He didn’t get it. As I redid my illustration to show it here, I see something in it I’d not considered before; it’s hard to tell if the addict is really reaching for the other person – or the “fix.”