Keeping it Simple

I subscribe to a number of magazines– Selling Power, Cooking Light (I think this must be a gift subscription since I have no recollection of ever requesting it), Vogue, W, Philadelphia, Philadelphia Style, etc… It’s come to a point where I can barely keep up with them. I have a foot high stack of magazines up in my loft that are unread. Do I just toss them or try to read them? I don’t know. I have gotten through the latest issue of Vogue. Gwyneth Paltrow is on the cover and the interview with her just made me want to beat her. She talks about how she keeps things simple. It must be very easy to keep things simple when you have a cook, personal trainer and nanny to help. It’s my fault. I don’t know why I read the article. I find that what doesn’t anger me puts me in a state of fear, anxiety and/or panic. I want to turn off, tune everything out and just drop out.

Cheap Biyatch

I bought the World’s Cheapest Dress!! That’s just the type of gal I am… CHEAP! I gotta say this, the dress may have cost me $8.98, but it’s really a nicely made dress. It’s lined and it has an inner back strap and an inner band of sticky plastic that circles the the top to keep it in place. I have a similar dress from the Gap that isn’t nearly as detailed. ME LOVE SARAH JESSICA PARKER’S BITTEN LINE AND STEVE AND BARRY!!!

Rosemonster until the end or until they allow men

I am going to Rosemont tonight with the hope of being able to talk sense into that darn school. Believe it or not they are considering making it co-ed. It seems to me they must have stopped teaching tradition, they stopped talking about Cornelia Connelly, they stopped believing in Cornelia’s goals– to prepare the girls (not guys) for the wants of the age! Allowing men! SILLY! Co-ed schools are a dime a dozen. Why they aren’t embracing their niche is beyond me. I only hope the board of trustees has some sense. We shall see.

Wednesday?

I am fighting the urge to think, feel, say, “I’m tired.” Instead I shake the sleepiness from my head and think, “I’m awake! I want to face the day!” Ha! I could crawl right back in bed right this very second. It makes sense. I’ve been away from work and I know my inbox and voicemail are full. The thought of tackling it isn’t attractive. Plus, I don’t feel extremely motivated in that direction. I would like to roll out a blanket atop some grass or at the shore and just stare at the sky for a few hours. My hair is wet– I must keep getting ready. No tangents! Must keep moving.

MADD and SADD

On Thursday a drunk driver killed my cousin. Yesterday was the viewing and today was the mass and funeral. It was heart wrenching seeing his wife, daughters, and grandkids so distraught. He was a good man, a very good man. He took such good care of my grandparents when they were alive and he always helped my mom. It’s hard for me to believe he’s gone. I pray for his family.

Elbow Duke

My elbow hurts. It’s been hurting for about 4 days. I have no clue what I did to it. It feels stiff like it’s been locked in place. I think it’s a sleep injury. Maybe I slept on it strangely, bent under my head or something. That is all I can come up with as a cause. Although, if that was the issue, I’d think it would have gotten better by now. Saturday night I had a rough time sleeping so I got up and took two Advils. I felt no alleviation to the ache. This morning it was right there with me as I woke up and now I am beginning to wonder if this is the onset of arthritis. Please, Please God, no!

Surprise!

I went to the Surprise Shower this afternoon. It wasn’t something I was really looking forward to attending. Certainly I am happy for Caren but sitting in a roomful of women, oooohing and ahhhing over gifts, is just not my idea of a good time. Plus, I waited until the last possible second to buy my gift which meant practically everything on the gift registry was already purchased. Just picture it, Caren is unwrapping beautiful vases, lingerie, crystal… and then she gets to my gift, A MEAT TENDERIZER.

I spent most of the time talking to Joan. Her brother and his girlfriend will soon be having a baby and she told me that if the baby is a boy they will name him Lucas.
“…Lucas, which means we will probably end up calling him Luke which is funny since I already have a nephew called Owen– Luke and Owen. You can see where I’m going with this…”
“Yeah, just like the Skywalker Clan!”
“What?”
“Luke Skywalker and Uncle Owen…”
“Uh, no Donna, I meant the Wilson brothers.”
‘I guess that means you don’t have any nieces named Beru.”

Turns out, I had a great time. It was a wonderful shower and it was such a joy to see Caren so happy. It made me feel a little bad that I ruined the surprise last week. 😉

The Notorious Betty Page

Last night I watched the movie, The Notorious Betty Page. I’ve been wanting to see it for ages. I’ve always gotten a kick out of the pictures of Betty Page that would cross my path. Unfortunately, her life didn’t exactly lend itself to a very exciting movie. She took great pictures, that’s about it. She had a few very tragic events occur but other than occuring, the movie doesn’t really depict them as having any more effect on her. The one event was a gang rape that I found absolutely frightening. Nothing was really shown– and perhaps that’s why it is haunting me so… my imagination is making it much worse. Betty is lured into a car by a seemingly nice guy, promising to take her out dancing. Instead, he takes her to an abandoned warehouse where a bunch of guys appear. The scene quickly ends but you know what is going to happen. It was frightening to me and I can’t seem to release it from my consciousness. Who would have thought a movie about a pinup queen would have such a scene? I wish I hadn’t watched it. I really don’t need trauma like that in my life.