When I was pregnant, I got to thinking about all the changes that have occurred over the last 30 years from technology to politics. It made me realize that there are a ton of things that I’ll know that my kids won’t ever experience. Some good, some bad.
Pretty soon I’ll be getting used to NOT being pregnant. Each transition is a mind and body adjustment. Lately, my adjustment has been to feed my face to my hearts content. It will come off with nursing… I hope.
Vivien is potty-trained now, thank goodness. Because the bigger kids get, the harder it is to change diapers… like a bomb in germ warfare.
So, we are in the midst of preparing for our big move. Now, the reasons behind the move and the details of the actual move itself are many and mundane enough for a few blogs of their own. But presently, my world is rocked because my husband just told my daughter and I that “There won’t be any TV for several days.” EXCUSE me?
I’m not ashamed to say how much I need TV. First night in the new place is Thursday, and Mark says “Probably no TV till Tuesday.” And he will be out of town ALL weekend. So just me and the kids for 3 days with boxes and NO TV? What kind of fresh hell is this? I tried to remain calm and think; OK, we will watch lots of DVDs ’cause I need to park that kid in front of the boob tube now and then for a little mental R&R. No, that might not work either. And that is when I got a little irate. “What kind of cockamamy AV guys have you hired?”
Mark went into a whole thing about complicated it is; yeah, for me, but isn’t that why we hired a pro? ‘Cause we don’t know what we are doing? I said, “Tell him it HAS to be working by the weekend.” Blank face. “Do I have to call him?”
He gave me his number. Okay, you don’t want to do it? Well, I will. I need my cartoons.
I’m curious to watch this one myself. It’s a meaty subject, and I didn’t see most of the raw footage, so I’m interested to see how it was distilled. Just heard an author on the radio talking about how in the U.S. we are more into marriage than the Europeans are. The issue of gay marriage is more of a U.S. phenom. But ironically, we get married more, which means more than once, which often means divorce. Hey, what’s an institution if you can’t trash it?
The best laid plans don’t always pan out.
A friend of mine told me about an article in the LA Times that asked who has given up their gardeners now that we’re in a recession. I decided to discuss this with the Momversation panelists and ask them what they’ve given up in a recession… and what they won’t give up.
As part of my downsizing, I wanted to sell some furniture, a bed and a bedside table . I didn’t want it, but it wasn’t junk. I didn’t want to leave it on the sidewalk to be ferreted away in the night by bedless strangers. No, I thought it could garner a bit of cash. But how to sell?
Garage sale? They are a lot of work; you have to wake up early, and my husband was cringing at the suggestion. Plus, it’s a bunch of strangers who can see your house, that you might be moving, etc. Charity drop? Well, I did just take a bunch of clothes and a bookcase to Goodwill, but again, I wanted a bit of cash for the bedroom stuff.
Which leaves Craigslist. I’ve bought and sold and given away for free on the site, but that was before two recent murders where it’s said that the victims met the people on Craigslist. One of the people who were killed was George Weber in his apartment in Brooklyn. I used to work with George back in San Francisco at KGO radio. He was a great guy. Very good to me. He was a night time talk host, and I was a lowly traffic reporter, but he involved me in bits. Once, he interviewed my mom on the radio because he couldn’t believe she really hated Mother’s Day as I had told him. Another time, my cousin asked if I could get his young daughter singing a Christmas song to be played on KGO. (She was in pageants at the time.) I thought , oh, yeah, right, it’s a news station and big one. But George did it. He played little Velvet’s song.
Craigslist is supposed to be a bulletin board for stuff. But a stranger comes to you, or you come to them. A security guy that I work with who use to be a county sheriff said he thinks “Craigslist is creepy.” Furthermore, he has his mail go to a PO box; he doesn’t ever give out his real address. Maybe that’s not so strange.
I’m sorry George came to such a terrible end that we live in a world where you question if you should sell a side table.
Since it is Earth Day, I have to be honest. I do turn off lights or try not to turn them on. I unplug things that aren’t in use (except for big guzzlers like the computer and TV ’cause I think it will all explode if I try to undo it and have to hire someone to restart it all). I buy locally, unless I’m really craving some fruit in the winter that they grow in Chile and jet up here). I have an electric car (but it’s not that safe, so we rarely drive it), and we have dialed down the sprinklers. I take reusable bags to the grocery store (when I remember). Hmm, guess I could do better. And this vid is about another green flaw of mine. What are you doing that’s green? Or not?
A couple of weeks ago, Miss Cheryl Tiegs was our guest on The Fashion Team. In addition to be being a modeling legend and judge on the reality show, “True Beauty” (guilty pleasure), she also has her own skin care line.
In the above picture, you will see how good she looks. She is still a beauty and I think she is almost 20 years older than me, and look at her. She looks younger than I do. She gave Lawrence (co-host) and me some of her wrinkle cream saying, “It really works,” and we have been slavishly slathering it on since.
Now, I don’t expect to be a Sports Illustrated model like her, but I asked her about how it was for her post-pregnancy in regards to her body (she has a son in high school). She said it took her 6 months to lose the weight. That made me feel better. Because I would half-expect someone like her to do it in 6 days. I’m at two months now, so I will try not to totally freak out till I’m past the Tiegs threshhold.
One of my favorite hobbies is eating out, but sometimes you have to do it recession style. Now, some of us are feeling the downsize (me), and some aren’t, so beware when you go out to eat with them.