I stumbled upon this while catching up on last night's American Idol episode that I missed. Because I have a dear love for Harry Potter, it caught my attention. God, I'm a dork. But seriously, this is just pure awesome.
HARRY POTTER GETS HIS STREET CRED...
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Literally in (my blog title)
"Oh, you'll SO appreciate it when you're older!" "Oh, it's like a China doll". "Oh, aren't your freckles CUTE??!!!"....the things people say to make me feel better about my terribly white, cancer prone, always sunburned, Irish skin. My dad warned me and warned me to put sunscreen on religiously, to learn from the mistakes he and his sisters made as a child. I was pretty good about it, but not above lying out, going to the tanning salon every so often, and used to my almost 3rd degree burns that occurred routinely at the beginning of summer. Aloe was my best friend (the kind with Lidocaine-ah, the best!). The first burn of the season? Oh, just a base tan, right??
So, as I climb up the age ladder, I try and become more and more conscious about my health. Organic milk, hormone-free meat, more veggies-less sugar (who am I kids-I visit the receptionist's candy jar every day!), etc., I try and take advantage of my health care while I have it. So, it was off to the dermatologist. Just to check things out, and since my dad scared me to death that I will have skin cancer, just like he already had, several times.
So, I check in (after dealing with some quite lovely receptionists! Seriously-they were so nice!), go into the doc's room with the nurse. She asks me a million health history questions, and gives me the infamous "gown" to change into. There I sat, on the stupid paper that sticks to you when you sweat. Which of course I am, because I'm basically at the doctor's office to say "HEY, check me for cancer!!". And I wait-because that's just what you do when you're at the doctors office. Mind you-I'm the ONLY patient there! And while I'm waiting, I see some lovely reading material...oh what to pick, what to pick. Oh, this "melanoma" brochure sounds fun! Hmm, what about this Herpes Simplex Virus something or another. OH, I've been wanting to read about dermatitis for while now! Or there's always Keratosis! Great, I'm already freaked out I have skin cancer (can we say hypochondriac?), and now, while I wait 3 hours for the doctor to see me, I am paranoid about every other skin disease known to man. I remember similar literature when I used to get sick and go to health service on my college campus. Expect their they had such enthralling titles like "Herpesgonnasyhalitis" and "STD's and you." That was perhaps a little more to shock everyone from getting drunk and screwing around.
But, really, what is up with the boring doctor's rooms? Why is this? If they are going to make you wait, especially with your nekkid arse stuck to tissue paper, your gown flapping in the (lack of) breeze, why can't they pamper you a little? Make it a spa-like atmosphere. Perhaps a little Champagne, a little waterfall like thing you can pick up at Bed Bath and Beyond? $20 and you've got yourself a relaxed patient! I'm serious here. And why not get an interior decorator up in there? What's up with the boring dark teal/pinkish beige ALL these rooms seem to have. Does it hide the germs and ickies better? Seriously-whoever designed this But the time he finally came into the room, my tissue papered behind was numb!
Well, the results confirmed what I already knew-I had a "precancerous" lesion on my forehead (that they froze off), and will probably get more as time goes on. Pretty scary, but something I always knew anyways. I grew up with my dad always going to dermatologist, so I guess it's normal for my lovely Irish blood. Oh well, at least my people can drink your people under the table!! And say it with a wicked cool accent.
And, I did walk away with some free samples. And who doesn't like free samples-even if it is just sunscreen and lotion? Score!
So, as I climb up the age ladder, I try and become more and more conscious about my health. Organic milk, hormone-free meat, more veggies-less sugar (who am I kids-I visit the receptionist's candy jar every day!), etc., I try and take advantage of my health care while I have it. So, it was off to the dermatologist. Just to check things out, and since my dad scared me to death that I will have skin cancer, just like he already had, several times.
So, I check in (after dealing with some quite lovely receptionists! Seriously-they were so nice!), go into the doc's room with the nurse. She asks me a million health history questions, and gives me the infamous "gown" to change into. There I sat, on the stupid paper that sticks to you when you sweat. Which of course I am, because I'm basically at the doctor's office to say "HEY, check me for cancer!!". And I wait-because that's just what you do when you're at the doctors office. Mind you-I'm the ONLY patient there! And while I'm waiting, I see some lovely reading material...oh what to pick, what to pick. Oh, this "melanoma" brochure sounds fun! Hmm, what about this Herpes Simplex Virus something or another. OH, I've been wanting to read about dermatitis for while now! Or there's always Keratosis! Great, I'm already freaked out I have skin cancer (can we say hypochondriac?), and now, while I wait 3 hours for the doctor to see me, I am paranoid about every other skin disease known to man. I remember similar literature when I used to get sick and go to health service on my college campus. Expect their they had such enthralling titles like "Herpesgonnasyhalitis" and "STD's and you." That was perhaps a little more to shock everyone from getting drunk and screwing around.
But, really, what is up with the boring doctor's rooms? Why is this? If they are going to make you wait, especially with your nekkid arse stuck to tissue paper, your gown flapping in the (lack of) breeze, why can't they pamper you a little? Make it a spa-like atmosphere. Perhaps a little Champagne, a little waterfall like thing you can pick up at Bed Bath and Beyond? $20 and you've got yourself a relaxed patient! I'm serious here. And why not get an interior decorator up in there? What's up with the boring dark teal/pinkish beige ALL these rooms seem to have. Does it hide the germs and ickies better? Seriously-whoever designed this But the time he finally came into the room, my tissue papered behind was numb!
Well, the results confirmed what I already knew-I had a "precancerous" lesion on my forehead (that they froze off), and will probably get more as time goes on. Pretty scary, but something I always knew anyways. I grew up with my dad always going to dermatologist, so I guess it's normal for my lovely Irish blood. Oh well, at least my people can drink your people under the table!! And say it with a wicked cool accent.
And, I did walk away with some free samples. And who doesn't like free samples-even if it is just sunscreen and lotion? Score!
Monday, February 25, 2008
I'll take the Presbyterian, with a side of Catholicism, please.
So, while on our way out to run some errands yesterday, the Hubby was commenting on our new car, and said:
Hubby: "We'll, we will sure have this car for a while. Probably the first couple years we have kids or so." (Yes, he brings up the kid point before I do. And no, don't over think that, we ain't having babies no time soon-trust me.)
Me: "Yah, good point."
Hubby:" Twins don't run in your family, do they?"
Me: "No. Yours?"
Hubby: "No."
Me: "GOOD! And hopefully we'll be lucky enough not to have IVF, all Jon and Kate + 8 style. That would seriously freak me out. "
Hubby: "Yah, maybe we should join a church, just in case. They hook you up!"
And just like that, we decided maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing. We're not above generous handouts of unidentified casseroles, and diapers left on our doorsteps in case we do have 6 children. At one time. I seriously have nightmares and lose sleep over how much sleep I would lose. Can't ever be too prepared.
Now, don't get all high and mighty saying "What? This girl is joining a church for the free handouts? She's certainly going to hell." Sister, I was there a looonggg time ago, and if I go, Hubby is going with me, so what's the big deal?
I guess we feel like we owe it to our future offspring-as my mom put it "to instill morals and values". Like a church, especially Catholicism, is an example of morals and value (cough cough, CRUSADES, cough cough, IRELAND, cough). But I know what she means. Growing up, we went to church every Sunday, more or less, and I went to Catholic school where they shoved the Bible and church songs down my throat. Literally. No, not really, but I wasn't really into the church thing, except all my friends did it, so I signed up too! When my sister and I were old enough to make up our own mind about whether or not we should go to church, my mom let us have a voice. We mostly chose not to, but that's not really the point. It was my Catholic high school that really opened my eyes to world religions. I think every religion contributes something to the world in a positive way, and we can learn from all of them. (my parents were also hippies, O.K.?)
But what church? We're not really connected to a church, me growing up Catholic (K-12 baby!), and he growing up Presbyterian. We have no attachment to either, and my idea of Church on Sunday is me making a latte, curling up on the couch, and catching up on DVR episodes of The Soup and Girls Next Door, and where I get my spirituality is hiking in Tahoe, or marveling the Redwoods. But, I guess it wouldn't be a bad thing. They are basically the same religion, Catholicism having alot more rituals and incense, which rather makes me gag, so I could do without that part. So, Presbyterian? O.K., I can deal with that. I enjoyed the one and only time we went to Hubby's family Preb. church, mostly because they had a Buddhist saying in their sermon, which would NEVER fly over in Benedict's hood. I spoke to the Pastor after that mass, and commented on that passage. He said "Well, we're all in this for the same thing." Another positive about it? That pastor, who married us, was married himself. Again, common sense to me! I don't know how a priest could speak of married and love, and all the good and the bad that comes with it, if he hasn't walked the walk himself?! So...over an amazing breakfast at Mama Katz, we decided it wouldn't be a bad thing. We're not going all hard-core bible thumping or anything, we'll ease into it as it suits us. And if we decide that it's not for us, then we'll break it off, and try something else.
We're very much on the same page when it comes to religion, so of course, we'll teach the offspring to love every religion, and celebrate it all, and when they are at an age when they can choose whate religion they do/don't want to have a part of their lives, then we'll be on board. Heck-choose them all! Hey, they could have holiday's year round! And as long as they don't mention Kool-Aid while wearing high-tops, then we'll be fine with whatever they choose. But until then, they might have a spiritual rock to sit upon, and perhaps some generous casseroles to eat along the way, if they too end up with 6 children. At one time. I still wonder how that lady does it...
Hubby: "We'll, we will sure have this car for a while. Probably the first couple years we have kids or so." (Yes, he brings up the kid point before I do. And no, don't over think that, we ain't having babies no time soon-trust me.)
Me: "Yah, good point."
Hubby:" Twins don't run in your family, do they?"
Me: "No. Yours?"
Hubby: "No."
Me: "GOOD! And hopefully we'll be lucky enough not to have IVF, all Jon and Kate + 8 style. That would seriously freak me out. "
Hubby: "Yah, maybe we should join a church, just in case. They hook you up!"
And just like that, we decided maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing. We're not above generous handouts of unidentified casseroles, and diapers left on our doorsteps in case we do have 6 children. At one time. I seriously have nightmares and lose sleep over how much sleep I would lose. Can't ever be too prepared.
Now, don't get all high and mighty saying "What? This girl is joining a church for the free handouts? She's certainly going to hell." Sister, I was there a looonggg time ago, and if I go, Hubby is going with me, so what's the big deal?
I guess we feel like we owe it to our future offspring-as my mom put it "to instill morals and values". Like a church, especially Catholicism, is an example of morals and value (cough cough, CRUSADES, cough cough, IRELAND, cough). But I know what she means. Growing up, we went to church every Sunday, more or less, and I went to Catholic school where they shoved the Bible and church songs down my throat. Literally. No, not really, but I wasn't really into the church thing, except all my friends did it, so I signed up too! When my sister and I were old enough to make up our own mind about whether or not we should go to church, my mom let us have a voice. We mostly chose not to, but that's not really the point. It was my Catholic high school that really opened my eyes to world religions. I think every religion contributes something to the world in a positive way, and we can learn from all of them. (my parents were also hippies, O.K.?)
But what church? We're not really connected to a church, me growing up Catholic (K-12 baby!), and he growing up Presbyterian. We have no attachment to either, and my idea of Church on Sunday is me making a latte, curling up on the couch, and catching up on DVR episodes of The Soup and Girls Next Door, and where I get my spirituality is hiking in Tahoe, or marveling the Redwoods. But, I guess it wouldn't be a bad thing. They are basically the same religion, Catholicism having alot more rituals and incense, which rather makes me gag, so I could do without that part. So, Presbyterian? O.K., I can deal with that. I enjoyed the one and only time we went to Hubby's family Preb. church, mostly because they had a Buddhist saying in their sermon, which would NEVER fly over in Benedict's hood. I spoke to the Pastor after that mass, and commented on that passage. He said "Well, we're all in this for the same thing." Another positive about it? That pastor, who married us, was married himself. Again, common sense to me! I don't know how a priest could speak of married and love, and all the good and the bad that comes with it, if he hasn't walked the walk himself?! So...over an amazing breakfast at Mama Katz, we decided it wouldn't be a bad thing. We're not going all hard-core bible thumping or anything, we'll ease into it as it suits us. And if we decide that it's not for us, then we'll break it off, and try something else.
We're very much on the same page when it comes to religion, so of course, we'll teach the offspring to love every religion, and celebrate it all, and when they are at an age when they can choose whate religion they do/don't want to have a part of their lives, then we'll be on board. Heck-choose them all! Hey, they could have holiday's year round! And as long as they don't mention Kool-Aid while wearing high-tops, then we'll be fine with whatever they choose. But until then, they might have a spiritual rock to sit upon, and perhaps some generous casseroles to eat along the way, if they too end up with 6 children. At one time. I still wonder how that lady does it...
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Find of the (every other or every third) Week
So, I was strolling the internet, and stumbled upon my daily blog checks and thought I'd share some of my fave food blogs with you, because I' m hungry and these blogs often make me drool.
1. Culinary Concoctions -Dear God, I gain 5 pounds just by LOOKING at this blog. I've only made one thing-gingerbread bars at Thanksgiving, but my word, they were great. (I think I would marry cream cheese frosting if pologamy was allowed in CA. It's O.K., the hubby understands.) I have bookmarked about 10 recipes to make sometime, whenI get enough courage to get off my lazy baking arse and defeat my purpose of going to the gym.
2. City Mama-I came across this blog by way of #3, and I've been additced. City Mama is a great writer, and makes her stories come alive. She's a professional blogger/food blogger, who incorporates delish recipes while she"covers style, food, pop culture, and (of course) parenting with a cheeky twist.". I've made a few dishes here, too, and one word. Yum.
3. Girls Gone Child-Though not a food blog, this Girl deserves some props from me. I came across her blog years ago by way of a friend of hers, and she's opened my eyes to the ways a blogging and just being a cool chick. Her tales of Archer, and her dedication to her writing have really inspired me, and I want to share her blog with everyone I know. I've already got one of my BFF's, L.A., hooked. You'll be next, I swear!
1. Culinary Concoctions -Dear God, I gain 5 pounds just by LOOKING at this blog. I've only made one thing-gingerbread bars at Thanksgiving, but my word, they were great. (I think I would marry cream cheese frosting if pologamy was allowed in CA. It's O.K., the hubby understands.) I have bookmarked about 10 recipes to make sometime, whenI get enough courage to get off my lazy baking arse and defeat my purpose of going to the gym.
2. City Mama-I came across this blog by way of #3, and I've been additced. City Mama is a great writer, and makes her stories come alive. She's a professional blogger/food blogger, who incorporates delish recipes while she"covers style, food, pop culture, and (of course) parenting with a cheeky twist.". I've made a few dishes here, too, and one word. Yum.
3. Girls Gone Child-Though not a food blog, this Girl deserves some props from me. I came across her blog years ago by way of a friend of hers, and she's opened my eyes to the ways a blogging and just being a cool chick. Her tales of Archer, and her dedication to her writing have really inspired me, and I want to share her blog with everyone I know. I've already got one of my BFF's, L.A., hooked. You'll be next, I swear!
Thursday, February 14, 2008
In honor of the little fat man with arrows...
Reason #82 of why I love my husband (and no, this is not the hubby**):
Because he has great analogies.
Example:
The other day, while discussing who knows what, he says to me:
"You know, if you were in the U.N., you'd be forming peace treaties across nations. Me, on the other hand, I'd be aiming the missiles getting ready to fire."
Ah, yes. He knows us well.
Because he has great analogies.
Example:
The other day, while discussing who knows what, he says to me:
"You know, if you were in the U.N., you'd be forming peace treaties across nations. Me, on the other hand, I'd be aiming the missiles getting ready to fire."
Ah, yes. He knows us well.
** When I google-image searched for "Cupid", this guy was one of the first images to pop up. Hmm...guess I was wrong. Cupid is apparently not little fat naked man who needs a tan. Cupid is a ball-ah.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
We interrupt this blog to bring you
that "blah" feeling...just feeling uninspired this week. You know that wanna-crawl-in-bed-and-stuff-your-face-with-chocolate-(or Pinkberry)-and-watch-SITC-all-day-kind of days, or in my case, weeks?!! It's one of those. Just uninspired to work (probably because it's the slowest time of year), can't think of anything appitizing enough to cook lately, want to visit my bestest friend ever in Seattle and play with her adorable little babies but tickets are too expensive (BTW-Why doesn't money grow on trees? Seriously.), customers at work making me wonder how some people can sleep at night, my desire to be the next Annie Leibowitz crushed by my crappy first roll of developed film last night, and family dram (oh, the drama...probably has a little somethin to do with this!). What's your favorite thing to do to get out of a rut? My former favorite friend, retail therapy, has become an outcast in my book, as he was way too dangerous for me to hang out with. By the way-if I have anyone reading this random jounal of nothingness, holla back, yo! Just a "hi" will suffice. All I ask. Now back to your regularly schedule chocolate eating (thank you co-worker for always always having candy at your desk!!)
Monday, February 4, 2008
Take a moment...
...and watch this video. Five for Fighting, who you might remember from such great songs as 100 years, is helping to raise money for a great cause. Autism. Click here --> because everytime you watch this video , they will donate $.40 to Austism Speaks. This mysterious "complex neurobiological disorder that typically lasts throughout a person's lifetime", and I'm all about supporting their cause. Several years back, while participating in my campus ambassadors program, I worked at an art auction that was a benefit for Austism, put on by the Flutie Foundation. It was an amazing night, and the Chargers and Padres came out to support it. The art for auction? All done by kids with Autism, of all spectrums and ages. Their art was just amazing to see, and the kids were just beauitful. I seriously think I teared up most of the night. Even now, I can't listen to "Time like These" by the Foo Fighters without crying!!
So, take some time out of your busy day and help out a great cause. (Thanks Cynical Dad!!)
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