Not A Pink Girl

And another thing…

February 4, 2009
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Here’s something I overheard today that just annoys me to no end! (Add it to my list [see November 2008 post].)

“I was just talking out loud.”

Ah-huh, isn’t that what you do when you talk? Make noises with your mouth that people can hear?

I think you mean, “I was just thinking out loud.”


Have we just gotten really lazy with the way we converse? (No, it’s not “conversate.”) Can’t we just think for a second or two about what we really want to say & then say it properly?

The other night I was watching a new Law & Order (just plain ol’ Law & Order). Alana De La Garza, who plays Assistant D.A. Connie Rubirosa, said, “Even still…” I couldn’t believe it. Are you telling me that was written into the script? Talk about lazy. Dick Wolf & Co. are getting paid obscene amounts of money, & that’s the best dialogue they can come up with? EVEN STILL?Now if that were me, I would not have said that. I don’t care what was written in the script. I would have just said, “Even so…” & everyone would just have to lump it.

Okay, I feel better now (sort of).

I’d feel much better if my neighbors would take the two computer monitors (we’re talking pre-Pentium) off their front porch & put them out with the trash. Those things have been on their porch for at least two months. What do they think this is, West Virginia?


Did you know you can make a TV or fishtank from your old monitor?

Did you know you can make a TV or fishtank from your old monitor?

Girlfriends: the ties that bind

May 23, 2008
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In my last post I introduced you to my friend Nancy. We’ve been friends for 13 years; now she’s going through a life crisis. This has naturally caused me to ponder our friendship.

Nancy & I couldn’t be more different. She’s from the west coast; I’m from Washington DC. She’s eight years older than me. She has no children; I have two. She was married once for five years; I’ve been married twice, to my second husband for 19+ years & counting. She’s always been slim, I’ve always carried extra pounds. I am kind to a fault, always choosing my words with care; she is verbally-challenged. I am outgoing & bubbly, always with a kind word to friends & strangers alike. She’s the type to send back the salad because the bowl’s too cold. She can be crotchety & snappish (yes, even before her illness) to those in the service industry; I’d never dream of being impatient with people who are on their feet all day for minimum wage.

But you know what? We share a lot of the same interests. We both love history (she’s a Civil War [Confederate] re-enactor) & nature (we became friends through our love of gardening, flowers & long walks together through the bike paths in our suburban neighborhood). We love animals (especially cats & dogs). We both had difficult childhoods that involved a violent parent. Both of us are on a spiritual path & have an interest in the metaphysical.

I met Nancy in the fall of 1994 when she was working as the dining room manager of Champions restaurant (now defunct) in the neighboring town of Herndon VA. I’d had an argument with my husband (again) & I took my son, then almost 2 years old, out to dinner to get away from the tension & sadness. Nancy was drawn to my cute child (she told me later). She came over to the table to make sure we were happy & goo-goo-gah-gah’d at Anthony in his highchair for a minute or two.

A few weeks later I was pushing the stroller down the sidewalk in front of my house. I turned the corner & saw a woman arguing with a man who looked drunk. I didn’t want to get into the middle of anything so I turned to go. The man then got into his car & drove away. The woman stood stoically on her front stoop. I turned back to her & realized she looked familiar. She agreed, but we couldn’t place where we knew each other. I introduced myself & she told me her name was Nancy. After a few minutes we realized we’d chatted at the restaurant! She lived six houses down from me.

I had a dog-walking business & I cared for her mutt. Nancy & I went on junking forays into Harper’s Ferry WV, the Catoctin Mountains of Maryland (near Camp David), & other flea markets & antique shops & shows all over the Washington DC area. I also cleaned Nancy’s house periodically (Nancy worked two jobs; I was an at-home mom with a dog-walking business & a budding career as a seller on eBay).

As women, how many of us really work at our friendships? We see friendships portrayed on television & in the movies where either everything is always resolved in 22 or 48 minutes, or the friends say exactly what they think about the other friend’s behavior, shooting from the hip, with seemingly no forethought. And, of course, because these aren’t real relationships, everyone smiles & makes nice-nice & works out their disagreements until, at the end of the program, someone says she’s sorry & everyone lives happily (until the next episode).

I find friendships with women to be virtual minefields for me. I’ll talk about that more in my next post.

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