Friday, December 23, 2005

I do like one thing about the Yankees, and it is their hair and beard policy. What self-respecting baseball fan among us likes to see long locks cascading out of a cap? Who needs a five o'clock shadow peeking our from the shadow of the brim? It impedes my viewing enjoyment, though apparently not some players' games.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

You say "action figure", I say"doll".

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Finally, a quiz that speaks to me.

Friday, December 09, 2005

John Lennon was only FORTY when he was gunned down by the obsessed lunatic dude....that was a rude awakening for me. Part of the freakishness of getting older is watching those around you age. Especially children growing up - to not see a certain child for a while and then BAM, they are pre-teen or dating or married - both surreal and annoying. My husband has a hard time aging out of his sports potential. He is soon going to be too old to go to The Show, although maybe not quite yet. At any rate, John Lennon's death is something I remember. I heard about it in my eighth grade locker room that was fetid with new adolesence and blinding with orange polyester gym suits. The impact of his death only hits me with sadness now, now that I am approaching 40. Here's an mp3 to console you and me both.

John Lennon - God

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

The publishers of "Goodnight, Moon", a book our family has collectivley memorized after many sweetly sleepy readings, have decided to alter a picture of the illustrator to take a cigarette out of his hand. Registration required, but here's a silly take on the silly move by Harper's....Goodbye, Moon - New York Times.

Speaking of vices, I came out of the prison cell also known as our state-run ABC store today....nothing warm or friendly in that place, just older men in red vests giving you the eye and rows of carefully lined up bad and uninteresting licquors.....and was given the disbelieving head shake by a guy with a graying beard outside the store. Whether he was unhappy about the alcohol or by my personal self purchasing it, I'll never know, but he put the voodoo on me. After I got home I opened the car door and my bottle of Stoli's fell out and spilled down my driveway, mingling with leafy drainage water. Shit, dude! Why'd you have to pick ME?

Friday, December 02, 2005

It's almost our anniversary - what a fun start to the holiday season in 2002! Suprisingly, pictures of my decimated minivan are not featured on this site; perhaps their camera guy couldn't get to our house due to the spider webs of power lines blocking our driveway.

I sometimes think that if that whole event had not happened, Casa Whilst would be in much better financial shape. If my husband's car had been hit, we would be golden. He'd be in some spiffy low-mileage deal that would not now be 10 years old and my car would be almost paid off and a year younger than my current Honda. (And don't forget that my children's windows would be rolling down).

But life hands you lemons and sometimes there's no freaking power with which to make lemonade, and that's ok, because there are other times when a fire glows, everyone is at home, and there's some classic t.v. moment going down.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Fa la la la laaaa, la la la LA!

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Rick Springfield is set to return to General Hospital, reprising his role as Dr. Noah Drake. I will not lie: I watched this show as a teen. Everyone else was doing it, there was a character with the same name as me (and it wasn't Bobbie Spencer, there's your hint), and of course, he of "Jesse's Girl" was on the show. I was totally hot for Rick Springfield, I loved his music, and I kept on with the show for him. I don't have too many embarrassing musical vignettes in my history but pining to go see Rick in concert might count as a slight one. Buying that first Mariah Carey album was another, but she had some pipes! As for Rick, I was young and you must admit he was (and is!) attractive. "Jesse's Girl" has a nice hook - as I recall the rest of the album didn't fare quite as well. I remember many a school bus ride through the dilapidated streets of midtown Macon, GA bouncing in the seats with my best friend, squealing like what we were: teenaged girls on the cusp of our sexual awakening. Luckily, we both moved on to another, more musically hip crush not long after.
(did I mention they might be really adorable in black patent?)

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

If I had a dime for the number of pages I've read from Berenstain Bears books, I'd be - well, I'd have enough to get those new Danskos I'd like to have. So it is with sadness and a dread of telling my children that I report, many hours after you yourself have heard it, that Mr. Berenstain (aka Papa Bear?) has died. Our childhood heroes pass on and it makes us feel older, and we wonder who will take up the mantle. And maybe no one will, so we will weep the harder.

Monday, November 28, 2005

I promise to stop talking about it soon! (Spoiler alert!)

But you gotta love Dan Radcliffe's iTunes playlist!

Hope Thre's Someone.....Antony & the Johns
Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels).....Arcade Fire
Man Ray.....The Futureheads
Carrion.....British Sea Power
Buddy Holly....Weezer
Music When the Lights Go Out.....The Libertines
Gouge Away.....The Pixies
Me Ves y Sufres....Hope of the States
What I'm Looking For....Brendan Benson
Boredom (live).....Buzzcocks

Very British but with some appropriate Yank music (and Canadian) thrown in! Old school (good old school even!) mixed with some new buzz bands (British Sea Power and Hope of the States may never be very big but he may have picked a winner with the Futureheads).

Dan, should you ever read this, I'm so proud of you, hon. You have clearly been studying hard, working hard, and listening hard. I hope music offers you a complete release from the pressures of being Harry.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

So many things have changed my life temporarily...I throw that phrase around a lot, "it changed my life", but if you can't change what good are you? I had a wonderful, affirming, renewing trip to the city. I think it did my entire family a world of good. And of course I saw GOF and loved it. Maybe even liked it better than the book - the sense of bittersweet endings was so lovingly illustrated in the movie. And as scary as the graveyard scene was in the book I think I was not prepared for the full-on force of malevolence that is my boy Ralph Fiennes. So there's a mini-review for you - of something that didn't change my life for good but made it a tiny bit better. Go see it, if only for this costume.

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Scores of you have complained that I am always talking about my sick Internet crushes and movie-star boyfriends...well, my husband has a few of his own so all's fair, etc. But honey? Just take a look at your darling's c.v. and realize that #6, while quite admirable for our two youngsters, was not her most crowning achievement. And she wasn't even good.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

And now for today's political commentary. You didn't think I had it in me, did ya? Well, I do. And I have it bad. For this guy! He's smart, well-spoken, well-traveled, and apparently a loving husband and father. So what's not to love? That he is calling for resignations of certain architects of "winning" Presidential campaigns? That he is going on every talk show in the country decrying our deep commitment to the current Iraq war? That he did a glam photo spread in Vanity Fair?

Maybe Plamegate will fade away into the distance sometime or maybe not, but I know one thing: that guy has an astounding head of hair and he wears great tie.

And that is today's political commentary.

Monday, October 31, 2005

I'm a crappy costumer this time of year. Part of it is a lack of desire to spend any moeny on this enterprise and part of it is a lack of ideas. Look at the iPod ad! That is genius! And some woman at our annual neighborhood chaos prior to trick-or-treat time (which I love: you only have to talk to people for 1 -2 minutes tops and you can always duck away to get a snack because you HAVE to eat - its your only supper, and the whole thing disintigrates the minute it gets dark.) had her baby as a spider in the Bjorn and she had on a white dress with webs. I mean, it was adorable.

Me? I went as the crazy neighbor lady who had a cutesy jack-o-lantern cup full of vodka and was yelling at the bully kid bothering her son. It's always best to play a role close to type.

Sunday, October 30, 2005

Oh, and this is pretty cute: view theRock and Roll Fantasy Prom
Madonna again. She stole her idea of the podcast confessions, I suppose, from PostSecret. I've listened to a few of the calls made to 1-888-2-CONFESS and they are nowhere near as artsy as the postcards, but about as squirm-inducing. I keep going back to PostSecret even though I never feel that great when I do. Maybe I thought that knowing someone shared one of my secrets would be a good thing, but so far, not so much.

Saturday, October 29, 2005

Too bad our favorite Halloweeny friends aren't having their bash this year: my husband and I had done loads of research to appear as The Federlines. So last year, you may protest! But no, we were going to sport a peasant skirt and bring a tiny wrapped infant along. I guess we have to find another use for our only costume purchase.

Friday, October 28, 2005

Angry with Madonna, because her kids are fluent in French. That is the one thing I guess my husband and I really wanted for our children, but neither seem particularly interested in another language. We have debated changing schools, but why mess with their happiness just to accomplish our lifelong dream for them (though it would open MANY doors and bring them WEALTH and FAME and CULTURE? I'm just sayin')

Also angry with Madonna because her single's new video is only viewable on a PC. Damn, girl - show Apple some love after all they do for you!

Awww, I can't be angry for long.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

I could never write about it like Bad News Hughes does, but I seem to have a raving case of psoriasis on my face. I've tried my old treatment stand-by of rubbing Denorex all over my face (hurts so good) and it abates the itching and crusting for a while, but then it comes back. I'm now all red-faced and wrinkly looking. I seriously look like I need Botox, but I think it is mostly the psoriasis.

At some point this will get bad enough to see a doctor, but then what? Like Mr. Hughes, I will feel compelled to see if I can't knock out a few other ailments. Like getting my moles checked, seeing if I can't score some anti-aging samples, and getting advice on sun protection. It won't happen, and I shouldn't even dare to dream.

Plus, if I had free time, the last place I want to go is to the waiting room of a dermatologist. It isn't friendly and happy. And I can't focus enough to knit in there. For now, I think I'll diagnose myself as having a fierce reaction to the weather change and pick at my scabs and scales a little less.

Monday, October 24, 2005

I can cook soups, salads, sauces, and dressings. And that's about it. But I am required to make a "freezer item" for a how about some suggestions? Soup freezes well but I'm not sure this is what they had in mind.

Friday, October 21, 2005

Found in my late grandmother's craft box (she had about the same level of organizational prowess that I did):

How to Raise a Boy

Love him with no strings attached.

Show confidence in his abilities.

Enjoy his growing skills.

Encourage his initiative.

Give him ways to help.

Help him feel he belongs.

Give him space of his own.

Give him freedom plus responsibility.

Give him the right to choose.

Keep your personal fears out of his life.

Let him speak without fear or shame.

Discipline him gently and consistently.

Give him something to believe in.

I think these are pretty nice. I fall short on a lot of points, especially the part about personal fears. Fear pretty much does rule my life but I can freely admit it and isn't that step one? I am consistent in discipline but not necessarily gentle - how can I be when he is charming and hilarious 2/3 of the time? At any rate, this blast from the past is something to chew on. Now that I've committed it to the Internet, I can toss away the tea-stained, mimeographed half-sheet.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

That I am a Madonna fan is no secret. That I have only bought one of her albums is perhaps a secret. But here's a secret: I am going to decompress after our school Mom Madness night aka Fall Festival by vegging out in from of the commercial-free debut of Madge's movie with a tall glass of water.

I can truly think of nothing more indulgent at this point in the season.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

a continuing series....

Seeing a mother pig nursing a boatload of babies and seeing a cow milked lose their mystique after feeding two infants from your own teats.

Friday, October 14, 2005

Another great thing about my current gig of staying home plus teaching the toddler set old school songs and rhythm games is that I have yet to feel like, and doubt I will ever, and hope to god I won't cry.I'm a crier. I can't help it, I'm wired that way, it's just the way it is and I hate it and love it alternately.

I cried in my other jobs - lots in secret and a few times in front of people. I cried once when I had to tell the director of the service agency where I worked about the valued male volunteer (who worked exclusively with the teen volunteers) told me, with graphic details and while we were isolated in an elevator, how he envisioned a tawdry sexual encounter with me. And once I cried when told my immediate supervisor had been fired. That was just pure release: I was mortified and relieved all at once.

I'm a tough girl. Or I like to think I am. But my hormones do get the best of me - the article linked above says never to blame it on your period...well, more than likely all of my workplace crying happened at a crux time in my cycle. But still, tough girls have to cry sometimes too...its either that or be a raving, evil bitch and I think my choice is the best one for me.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

So she didn't win. She's still on my short list. And I've given Julian Barnes a go....and I'm happy to go again. going to read John Banville, just watch me. But forgive me if I skip Life of Pi.

And someday soon, really, I kid you not, I am going to finish Middlemarch. I love it, I really, really love it. The print is just so tiny....and HBP came out in the middle of the summer, and oh a thousand reasons, but sometime soon I'll move on from George Eliot to the newbie Brits.

Sunday, October 09, 2005

It is a dark night in the Whilst household: the bullpen let us down in Texas....BUT AFTER 18 INNINGS! So I'm not quite as sad as I have been in (many, many) Octobers past. In my book, the Braves did indeed take it to game 5 - do the math. My children were bewildered by the 18 inning madness. I was happy because we were able to see 9 innings then go on a quick outing to run, play soccer and Harry Potter, and roll in wet grass before coming home for the last 4 innings.

The game had a lot to do with age, too: Clemens, the oldest guy in the MLB, even Smoltzy is getting on up there...even though it took a kid with a walkoff homer to end the thing.

So 40's not too bad, right honey?

Saturday, October 08, 2005

Percentages. It's all about percentages.

Number of roaches in my house in five years: maybe 20
Number on me in the bed: 5
Percentage of spotted roaches on me in my bed: 1/4 of all roaches

Number of students in my son's class: 23 (hopefully down to 20 by week's end)
Number of bullies from our neighborhood who made it into the class despite the fact that there are six kindergarten classes at school: 1
Percentage of evil for my son: 2/138 or so, or 1/21, given that there is at least one more freakish bully type in the kindergarten.

Number of credit cards my husband and I hold: 6
Number lost by us in the last month: 2
Percentage of ineptitude in this house: 1/3 inept

There's more, but I need to go spray insecticide and maybe gargle with it.

Monday, October 03, 2005

Part of me wants to team up with potential Nobel laureates and save Africa (or at least tour Europe) and part of me wants to become really, really good at making adorable holiday cake products.

I've never really fit in anywhere.

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Just returned from "Corpse Bride" and we loved it. It is such a crap shoot to see something decent in the theatre - but this was a special - Sunday a.m., 10 in the morning, THREE BUCKS and a cherry Coke for a dollar. Good times. The GOF trailer rocked really hard. I worried for the 3 y.o. behind me during it, but not enough to enjoy the hell out of it. GOF was the first book I did a midnight run for - and though not my favorite, it scared the hell out of me. The movie looks equally scary, and maybe even better than its inspiration? A favorite scene from the trailer is the entrance into Hogwarts by the girls of Beaubatons; here's a grainy picture. Daniel Radcliffe looks pretty delighted when they walk in - and right cute, too! He's of age so my lusting friend Lynn can lust without fear of statutory at this point.

Saturday, October 01, 2005

This is just brilliant: I wish all of tv land would do it. I guess Nick's profits are such that they can swing. They have also turned it into a pretty huge marketing gimmick. Then again, it seems a responsible thing to do in this day and age of inactivity. I think it's great. You?

Thursday, September 29, 2005

Apparently I knit in the American style. Dammit. And me with my blue state mentality. Might have to make my winter goal learning the continental way.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Finally, an advertisement that speaks to me. Also available as wallpaper! Mac-compatible!

Monday, September 26, 2005

I was going to post on my new bike riding hobby, and I will (can you stand the wait?) but then I found a link from Trent"> on Renee Zellwegger's new love interest. Renee, do we not think we have explored enough musical genres? And if these guys are serious musicians, are they not wondering what exactly she sees in them? I mean, if you are a rock star, or sort of one (i.e. Damien or Jack), or a country star (i.e. Kenny), are you not looking to be loved partially for your music?

I'm sorry, one girl cannot claim to have White Stripes, Damien Rice, AND Kenny Chesney on her iPod. Maybe the first two in combination, and somewhat feasibly the last two together, but never all three.

Next thing we'll hear is that she's shacked up with Eminem. And then she'll have to move on to Latin jazz.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Using my highly honed sense of weather prediction, I can tell that New Orleans is in for it, even without a direct hit from Rita. The thing is HUGE. And it is not going to just daintily plop down on Galveston. It will wreak havoc near and far.

And to think I'm whining like hell about our weather, which is sunny, dry, and a bit uncomfortable. Sorry God! Don't send any of that crap this way, please!

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

"Curb" is still, to me, the most squirm-inducing television out there. Maybe because certain people call me Larry David and others remind me that I live in "Curb East" but also because he just steps it up a notch, all the time. The guy in the wheelchair using a cell phone was vintage Larry, but up a notch. Ben Stiller wasn't all that amazing to me, except when he and Larry have a fight in the car, which was heroic in that they got a take with neither one of those guys laughing. Susie and Cheryl continue to raise the bar, though. Cheryl is officially the best "straight man" in comedy and Susie's use of the word "fuck" always delights. We'll finish up tonight assuming the DVD isn't scratched or marred - it may be - and that we won't be riveted to the CNN watching Hurricane Rita coverage.
The thing is, Kate Moss actually looks pretty good doing lines. She's well dressed, not showing any coochie, her hair is fashionably mussed. If it were me, you'ld not be seeing such a pretty scene, I'm sure.

Well, I'm worried about her. She did dump the guy from the Libertines, so perhaps she can get some much-needed help, now.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

More GOF footage....looks scary, can't wait.

Watching "Curb Your Enthusiasm's" third season via Netflix has been keeping me alternately in stitches and in pain. Review to come.

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Congratulations, you're a Gryffindor! Brave, noble, and chivalrous, you stick up for your friends and morals. Full of heart, you'd rather die than be dishonored. You are generally outgoing%
Cool, you're a Gryffindor! Brave, noble, and
chivalrous, you stick up for your friends and
morals. Full of heart, youd rather die than be
dishonored. You are generally outgoing,
popular, and optimistic. Your house usually has
an excellent Quidditch team and often wins the
House Cup. Famous Gryffindors are Godric
Gryffindor, Albus Dumbledore, and Harry Potter.
You rock!
(Art courtesy of Ayne Greensleeves)

An Intelligent Harry Potter House Sorting Quiz
brought to you by Quizilla

That would be my daughter. I'm feeling a bit Hufflepuffish these days, myself.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

When ya gotta go, ya gotta go. Via Trent.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

I finally found the Mary J. Blige/U2 performance of "One", my favorite U2 song and maybe favorite song ever, and I'm off to go watch it. Good combo for a great cause. Click here to view.
You know I kinda want one. It's not like I have used up all the memory on my 15gb. (And its not like the battery lasts longer than an hour....WHERE is my replacement???) Ideally, I would have an iPod for each genre, but that is awfully greedy. Instead, I would have something that is hard to break, has enough memory to play around with, and has that tiny, tiny size and sleek, sleek black color.

Monday, September 12, 2005

My son's Christmas list, which includes a magnet, a key, a stick, an arrow, and an Aerobie flying disc, has had a new addition.
It was a big sports weekend, least of all because of a great match by a couple of great tennis players. I'm not too upset: Andre played hard and suprisingly craftily. It just seems that Federererrrerrer is impossible to beat right now and perhaps ever. I do think he is a lot more fun to watch than Sampras.

The Bravos continued working their magic. The Joneses were able to show up the rookies for once.

And in the most exciting win of all, my daughter's Mean Green Soccer Machine took on a team made up of several stars from this summer's state games tourney and came out ahead, 6 - 4. Two of the goals were scored by our cutie, including one whilst she was playing eerily smart defense against the best player on the opposing team. My husband and I were ridiculous. Even our son had to tell his sissy, "That was an AWESOME goal...."

Thursday, September 08, 2005

The cat, who so daintily lapped up her own issue the other day, did not seem to have a taste for one of these twice. It came with a good deal of clear fluids, whose, it is not clear.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Why oh why didn't I think of this! Even my dear conservative friends, and those who hate bumper stickers, and those who meet both criteria cannot scoff at this one! I think I need to get it, if only to stall the inevitable "Hillary in '08" sticker that is sure to get me egged or carjaked, or at least gestured at.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Labor Day means only one thing to me: Andre Agassi. You GO Andre! Oh, and also hurricanes (we've had our share, which only makes me more appreciative of the hardship of those affected by Katrina. Hmmm. Maybe Pres. Bush should ride out the next big one?), and also my husband's birthday.

He's 40 today. We've spent almost half of his life together. A more calm, cool, collected, canny and clever guy you will not meet. To say I am proud of him, to say that I am wildly in love with him, to say that I enjoy basically every minute we spend together - well, these are all goofy things to say. But they are true. He drives me crazy, but truly, for a majority of his 40 years he has done nothing but inspire people, champion the truth and the ethical way, and quietly become a man of substance, devotion, and a really bizarre sense of humor.

Happy Birthday, Beanie.

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

I must laugh at the NY Times (reg req'd, so no link) and how they started saying that President Bush had cut short his vacation to come deal with the hurricane. Then they said that he cut short his MONTH-LONG vacation. Now they're saying that he cut short his vacation by a couple of days.

What's next, that he missed out on a few mornings of lazing around in his pajamas? I mean, more power to them. He ought to be sweating blood at this point. Time to get to work, sir.

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Helpful household hints often come about from experience. For example, I found out today by chance how to deal with pesky cat sick. Just leave the vomit on the floor as you are headed out for a meeting, coffee with friends, etc., and by the time you arrive back home, your cat should have lapped all the vomit away! Nature! It's just wonderful!

Sunday, August 28, 2005

Man, am I sorry for New Orleans. I recall being a bit catty when all the storms were hitting Florida...but thinking of Nawlins as a big bowl surrounded by inept levies and remembering good times there and knowing all-too-well the destruction of a big hurricane, well, yikes.

My trip to New Orleans, long ago, can be summed up in one word: feces. It was the running theme of our trip. We took the trip in my husband's mother's Miata, then a novelty. The car was so much fun to tool around the parishes in, and so painful to ride in for eight hours on the Interstate. I had bugs in my hair and painful rear end situations following.

The feces was all around - in the streets, on the telly (they showed shots of feces during a local report on bad housing conditions...ewww), in our hotel room, etc. To dull the stench and the thought of feces, I decided to partake in a hurricane or two (too aptly named). After that night, the running theme of our trip became vomit.

On that trip we also connected with a college friend who had been kicked out for various drinking infractions. A N.O. native, she had come back home to marry a Russian acrobat and have a baby named Emmanuella. She was headed to Israel to see the birthplace of Christianity. My husband dropped Emmanuella on one of the ubiquitous iron-grate tables at our hotel, but my friend didn't mind, for she knew if my hubby had in fact KILLED the baby, her baby would be safe in Jesus' arms.

After that visit we headed out to a topless bar. The details of that outing shan't be shared here, but I can reveal that we have never returned to such a place.

After that, we went to a voodoo shop, whereupon entering I was greeted with a scream by a lady in a big turban and lots of jewelry. "WHOA PISCES!" she bellowed, "Your power is blowing me AWAY!" I was flattered. And scared. Because I am a Pisces.

So good old New Orleans, now is your hour of need. I'm hoping and praying for the best, and the best could be pretty crappy. Good luck and godspeed.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

It's about time Avebury got some press. My husband took me there after he himself had been there and we just skipped Stonehenge altogether. This was a minor loss, even though I had been intrigued with the 'henge since reading "Tess of the d'Urbervilles". For an English project that featured scenes from the novel, I staged a photo of my Cher doll near some big rocks in my grandmother's yard. (Wow, that Cher doll site, is funny! Go back and look at it again!)

(For the same English project, my now-famous actor friend and I also reenacted the strawberry-eating scene. My friend, being an ingenue in the making, portrayed Tess. She also had long hair, whilst I looked a good deal like Mary Lou Retton at the time. )

At any rate, we had a very memorable time at Avebury. And now that a new phase of my life is opening up before me, at the time that my little sir is entering school and leaving my lap, I've been consoled by the thought of perhaps taking him and the little ma'am across the pond someday and letting them see such amazing sights as Avebury. It is hard when they grow up, but I never want to fear the future.

Monday, August 22, 2005

Rarely talked about, butoften wondered about....let's hope that my friends and I, who all benefitted from having our husbands in the delivery room, remain safely alluring to said husbands. It is hard enough having to play the dual role of mother and lover without having to worry about a spouse's post-traumatic stress disorder.

And they don't have to look below the belt. Keep your eyes on the prize, future daddies, and it will all be fine.

Monday, August 15, 2005

Well, wish us luck. We have our proper footgear, our waterproof shorts and clothing, someone to take care of the cat, fishing licenses, a desire to catch the fish, and a few days off of work. Everyone is excited, everyone is already relaxed. My husband is pretty unstructured about this thing so we are following his lead. We'll just float where the river takes us and wear a lot of sunscreen. I can't wait.

Friday, August 12, 2005

I know all about thisphenomenon. My first was a girl named Jeanine Sagebien at my college. She was not Southern, she was dark, she was friendly, she was smooth, she was fashionable in the most breezy way possible, the way I am not. My friends teased me and laughed when I would flub words in front of her or clamour to get near her in a line or between classes. She was always kind and always cool. I think she may have smoked, thus spurring on my habit in those days. She was friends with a large group of dark Cuban men from Miami and they soon became my friends...but I never really cared about them. I cared about her.

I remember her boyfriend cheated on her. The dirty bastard. I certainly hope she is happy...I could probably look her up but I won't. I'll let her be and hope that she realizes on some level that she is the epitome of cool to someone, and always will be.

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Found by Mrs. Kennedy. I'm so pleased that "Singin' in the Rain" is on there. I will forever remember it as the first-ever Netflixed movie by us, and the one we kept the longest...perhaps 5 months.

In other kid news, I saw a pregnant woman smoking last night. Furtively, but in plain view of me and others, and I felt a lot of pity for her mainly because I knew she was currently being chastised and was probably in a mothership of guilt sailing on a sea of inadequacy.

I also saw a baby in a front seat of a car, in his grandpa's arms, being delicately fed a bottle of Coke. I did the only thing I knew to do, without even knowing I was doing it, which was to shake my head at the driver. I'm no better than you, woman, I do stupid shit all the time including losing track of my children at the pool and not holding their hand when a car started backing up right beside us....and even stupider than that. But its the law, and for a good reason, so buckle him up. I hate reading about your peers in the local gore news...and I read about one today, so I sincerely hope you learned a lesson.

Monday, August 08, 2005

More importantly, Ibrahim Ferrer died this weekend at age 78. The guy looked a lot older than that even back in the BVSC days, but I'm hopeful that was due to some all-out fun living in Cuba, as it were. Check out his music, if you haven't.
"We have no idea where it came from." Well, I gotta tell you, I think there is a fella you ought to be asking about that....not that anyone could blame him. Give it a rest, paparazzi! When they are in Starbucks, fair game. But this was a shower for their sweet little bundle of love. Let the "happy" couple be!

Saturday, August 06, 2005

Introducing: Cho Chang! Played by a girl who answered an ad for a teenaged Asian girl with long hair. Goody for her, I say. The movie's not out till November, but fan sites are leaking photos all over the place. Take a look at Mad-Eye. He's played by another quirky character actor, but with good credentials.

In other obsessive news, there is a mistake in a leaked shot from the film: in this graveyard scene, Tom Riddle's dad is listed as Tom Marvolo Riddle but as we all know by now, that ain't right. A thread I follow on IMDB discusses this and a boatload of other movie inconsistencies. It just made my head swim.
The family adventureis in the planning stages, but we are well on our way to having it half-way worked out. To avoid hurricanes, we are avoiding the beach. To avoid financial ruin, we are avoiding any airport or distance farther than 5 hours driving time. To avoid missing too much work, we are staying close to home. To avoid seeing relatives, we are going places they don't frequent.

Lots of avoidance, but boy, am I excited.

Thursday, August 04, 2005

You said it, I didn't. (Via Avacado Green)

At my book club, I was told that people in and around my neighborhood are buying their teens SUVs. ON PURPOSE. Because they are safe. And because they like paying extra insurance and thousands for gas each month, I guess. My solution is to give everyone under the age of 23 or so an '88 Cutlass and let them go at it. Safe, and safe for the rest of us. Cause God knows, if someone does me in someday when I'm stalled in my husband's ten year old (very reliable! no problems at all! please let it live another year!) piece of crap, its gonna be some 17 year old in a shiny new Humongo 2000 that costs more than both of my cars combined, I just know it.

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Just keeping you updated, people. This seems to take away from the pod's best quality - its portability.
Well, hon, I think you officially gotAmerica's vote...and the other two just went down a few notches.

Sunday, July 31, 2005

SPOILER ALERT: But, I found this at one of the Harry Potter sites I have been obsessively visiting today, JKR and HP's birthday. Pretty funny. And yet NOT! Please, all of you: finish the book so we can have a decent discussion about the HBP!

Saturday, July 23, 2005

So freaking disturbing, but so undeniably catchy!!
I know I'm not original, but I do have the super Sharpie love, and my husband bought me the pastels! OMG!!! I love them! And I love him! OMG!!!

You know, you can buy a girl flowers or take her to a nice dinner, but for me, romance comes down to a clean car and a permanent marker.

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Technology is fun and lovely and has made things much easier in this household for me since I can renew library books online and thus save tens of dollars on fines. I can also pay bills online, talk to people from other countries and New York City in real time, and get weather radar info when the Weather Channel is busy with an expose on some wimp in Florida's hurricane experience. (Sorry, Floridians: with the exception of Andrew, you got NOTHING on me) So thank you, Mother Technology, for these things.

Other things...well, no thanks. As I stated earlier, I'm somewhat relieved to be relieved of my Harry Potter burden. But if I had NOT wanted to know, I know I would know by now, and thus be irritated. I'm a little tired of emails with the subject line HEY FRIEND QUICK PENIS VIOXX. And then there is the problem of addiction, that I battle a little bit and for which my husband needs treatment. Poor Lynn, my dear friend, went without a computer for TWO WEEKS and lived to tell the tale...her woes have been the source of much angst and CASH.

But I guess overall it is a good thing, this here computer. And if I could only get Garage Band, then I think I would quit bashing once and for all.

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

He's a dude! There, now you know!

I'll admit this only to you, fair readers, but I know the secret of HBP. I'm sad, but I'm feeling better since I discovered the identity of the sacked character. Before, I was anxious, looking out of windows, getting knots in my tummy and making knots in my knitting. Now, I'm looking forward to reading the book, enjoying it, and peacefully but effectively mourning.

Man, if only the Internet could leak all the coming tragedies in my life. I'd be set.

Monday, July 18, 2005

It's here. And thanks to my friend for alerting me to this interview with Jo Rowling. I love her website, too...but it is harder to quickly glean information there. I've heard that the NY Times review gives a ton away - so I've steered clear, but I did read an excerpt that put the new book in the same class with great children's literature. And another excerpt from a reviewer saying she hadn't cried as hard since Charlotte died. Woe is me. Since my husband, a meticulous and slow reader, has the HBP first, I'll be finishing it up about the time my hormones are raging the hardest. Watch out.

Sunday, July 17, 2005

I had two experiences with old women today. One experience was walking right behind an old woman when she let out a long, loud, trumpetous fart. It did not smell, but it was very loud and funny - you can find an example of it here, under "Skid Marks". The other old lady experience was shopping at the Food Lion with a woman who was easily 80 and yet dressed in a strapless cover-up and some shoes that are somewhat hip now, but I know were indeed from the past. Once the woman checked out, the cashiers all hooted and hollered and had a discussion that amounted to the opinion that if you want to flaunt it at that age, be our guest. I could see various troublesome lumps on the woman, and possibly some sort of heart cath in her chest, and then there were the floppy breasts that were offered no support. But I guess I agree with the cashiers.

As for Fart Lady, well, that is my future, I'm pretty darn tootin'. So I better just keep mum.

Friday, July 15, 2005

Are you really surprised???

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Good times! The pool was empty today at lessons because of some filming of young boys by a guy whose picture was located here. Hats off to the astute mom who had her hackles up.

Then again, moms can be so annoying. There is a fine line, people. I do applaud that woman who felt troubled enough by the guy taping to look him up and file a police report. But I don't know how I feel about the moms who won't let a lifeguard take their child into the 10 feet section, or who tells me she was "really bad" by air-drying beach towels between lessons. (HA! Are you SUPPOSED to wash beach towels more than once a month or so?)

I was troubled by the kid in Utah who was left alone in the woods and could have been rescued but didn't want to talk to strangers. And I was also troubled by one of our family members who, while babysitting, let a strange man in our house to check out our belongings and thus give us a quote on insurance? That we never received? Again, there is a fine line. I hope to God I have enough sense to find it when I need it.

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

You think you're chocolate but you're chewing gum! Thank goodness MTV is good for something; apparently they have really irritated a lot of folk lately, including me. Not that I don't love "Newlyweds" and "Road Rules" etc.

But I don't.

Well, I don't like "Road Rules".

I'd like to check out "The L Word"....word on the street is that it sucks, and that it rocks and tis hot. Such varying criticism can only mean I'll probably be glued to the screen.

Friday, July 08, 2005

Did y'all watch? If not, go watchLive 8. I loved U2 and now I've gotten to see REM....I thought Madonna was pretty good and possibly pregnant, and I was pleasantly surprised by Will Smith.

And we should all be a little impressed by these artists who are fighting the power so effectively, especially with terrorist attacks happening right on the heels of Live 8.

Thursday, July 07, 2005

I wanted to remind my husband that, last week when shark attacks were all over the news, he predicted a terrorist attack. Prior to 9/11, shark attacks were the biggest press was slow and boring. Then we were attacked by an altogether different monster.

England has dealt with IRA bombings many times before, so it makes sense that the people there seem calm and I said earlier, they are serious folk and I can believe that they are calling on the heroism that got them through oh, I don't know, the BLITZ and various other issues. It's just hard to see proud cities like Madrid, London, and New York turned into war zones and favorite places like King's Cross (though I do remember parts of King's Cross as being a bit dicey...and still I loved it) forever rememebered as a scene of horror.
So sorry, NYC....but we'll always have Paris. OR NOT! That is the only thing that takes the sting from New York's losing bid for the Olympics, and that is that Chirac's nasty crepe-talk apparently kept him from getting the goods.

And now poor London is dealing with terrorist attacks...the kind of random violence that will put its citizens on edge and bring on a haze of worry and sorrow. Can you imagine? Solid, serious London - everyone heading to work...the lovely double-decker bus, the clean and organized Tube.

And not that I'm worried about the future Supreme Court nominee or anything, but I have been listening to the news a bit more these tense past few days. My husband is obsessed with NPR's new commentator on all things Supremely jurisprudent, and apparently so is everyone else. Surely she won't go on maternity leave when the new nominee is about to be announced!!!

Saturday, June 25, 2005

The daughter plays soccer, and plays well. So I am finding myself in the rarefied air of the intown soccer elite for girls under 8 years old. The women are beautiful, well-dressed, either a professional (lawyer, doctor) or professional moms who seem to shop a lot. The cars are big: YUKONS, SUBURBANS, TAHOES, EXPERIENTIALS or something; the incomes, bigger. The siblings are almost always boys with a lot of energy, so my son really enjoys his sister's hobby. And the games are fun. Everyone seems supportive, likes the coach and encourages him, and there is much fun cheering and clapping. Once I can muster up the energy to actually get us all to a game, and we get there and get settled and my girl starts doing her thing, it is all good.

My daughter does get upset easily. She is an emotional player. I hope we can redirect that in a positive way. Advice welcome.

One more game tomorrow then we'll take a break from soccer. Till fall, anyway.

Thursday, June 23, 2005


After two weeks, I finished the 16 page, mammoth article, only to find out there is additional Q & A. Damn you John McCain! Or Connie Bruck, either one.

We were in my home state this weekend, dealing with chicken pox and visiting family. Hmmmm. At any rate, I always enjoy summer in Georgia: the cicadas, the heat hovering over the horizon, the ripe smell of everything from asphalt in Atlanta to mown grass in Macon. And I want to move back...a lot. And then, Georgia slaps me in the face. ( LOOK AT HIS GORGEOUS FAMILY BY THE WAY) Thank you, NC, for welcoming me back with open arms.

Hubby and I had a few hours to ourselves and a full 24-hour period without children. When asked what movie I wanted to see, I earnestly proposed several independent and/or foreign films before looking at his face and stating flatly, "OH! I want to see 'Batman Begins'...yes, that's the one."
Who says I am not Master of Marriage?

It was good though - I loved it. And I love Christian Bale and his big ole luscious lips that he talks over, not through. I've been imitating his voice at night when I read to my makes certain books more interesting.

Katie Holmes is dead to me. Too bad.

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

THE SCENE: A tiny church in a valley of the gorgeous Blue Ridge mountains.

THE CHARACTERS: There were plenty, believe me. But all very nice, salt-of-the-earth types. All ten of them.

THE REASON: My parents dragged my family to this church they have found near their vacation home. It is totally quaint and pretty on the outside...small steeple, whitewashed, picnic shelter outside. Inside it is small and stinky. And, as I've said, full of characters.

Of course I teared up inside - I always tear up at church. I don't think it is the spirit moving me as much as a rare chance for me to sit down for an hour with my thoughts. But who wouldn't be moved by the sweet woman saying they only needed $15 more dollars to get ice cream for the 20 kids who would attend Vacation Bible School? Especially when one's own church's Vacation Bible School is a tightly-run behemoth of a week, complete with sub-staffs, committees, huge budgets, and crafts that require manuals and vats of supplies from Michael's.

So the mountain church experience wasn't all bad. And the sermon had a few nice moments. I could tell my husband kind of got into it. The verse they referenced was about doing like Jesus did, even to the least of these. Clothing the naked, etc. And hey - that's what it is all about, right? Well, that and going to heaven to live forever with your Lord and Savior.

Then the preacher came to chat with us and express his disbelief that anyone could live in Raleigh, the epicenter of legislative excess and evil. He himself had lived in lots of metropolises, but was so happy to be here in this charming small town. After all, he had lived for a long time in San Francisco, and....


Why didn't we? We knew where this was leading. My husband and I, with our classic good looks and easy casual style, along with our two Hitler Youth, are the picture of the Southern American Family. (Except that I eschew mongramming and we have two kids, not three or one, which is more in vogue these days). So of course the guy felt totally at ease when he said,

"San Francisco has a different type of person there. It all started with the flower children in the 60s, and now there are just thousands of people there living what I like to call a 'perverted lifestyle', you know,


Silence. Wide eyes. Internal discussions between the young husband and wife team each urging the other not. to. say. a. word.



"Really, they have lots of homos!"

"So, Mr. ____, don't you just love the mountains so much more? It is really gorgeous here."


I think the best part of the whole exchange is that the guy used the word HOMOS, which is actually quite popular with many of my gay heroes. Is this guy reading Trent? Is he researching this 'perverted lifestyle'? Is he learning more and more about fun places to go and people to see in his old haunt of San Fran?

No, I know. He just couldn't bring himself to say the word "sexual".

Thursday, June 09, 2005

Did you know I have an "A" versus, say a "B" coil or maybe a "3" coil in my a/c unit? That my unit's air handler is offset, thereby making the coil freeze and the blower unfreeze it and water then rushes into the (insuffiently deep) trap and flows over, creating a problem that we have thrown hundreds of dollars at?

Sometimes I want to find a nice, tiny condo, maintenance included, and give up my rolling estate acreage. Lots of times, really.

This is not my dream house. We bought it because it was roomy enough for the many guests we host and close enough to a good school and friendly enough to support my then-new status as a stay-at-home mom. But I like it and I've had fun re-painting and re-doing. Houses aren't my thing anyway - I'd rather travel than stay home any day. But sheesh - home maintenance is a full-time job! No wonder the folks of yesteryear had staffs. Even my grandmother had a woman clean for her once a week, and did she feel any guilt? NO! I feel like I outsource versus keep someone on full-time, but I might as well hire a home manager. There is so much to learn, so much to know, so much to do.

And then there's the yard.

And the two cars.

And the computer.

Life isn't really that complicated, but I just don't know how to work all my stuff.

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

More ear candy for you and more eye candy for my husband. Somewheres on that site you can download "Heartbeat" for free, too. I actually drove to a record store today, traded in a crappy Fiona Apple cd and a Babes in Toyland disc that just won't stand the test of time, and got "Anniemal". I cannot remember the last time I purchased a plastic cd case with a studio-recorded cd in it. It was most pleasurable although I was more self-concious and I wasn't able to wear my hightie like I do when I shop iTunes.

It is hot as a mother here. Gad. I've taken to imbibing Gatorade. And it tastes good. That alone should tell you something.

There's nothing else to report, really.

Sunday, June 05, 2005

I'm just sayin', he's way scary. "Daddy, can't we play Monopoly instead of Ogre?"

Saturday, June 04, 2005

I'm having a VERY HARD TIME looking away from Mr. Cruise these days. The Oprah moment was hard enough - but now we see that Access Hollywood devoted a full half-hour to his rantings on Scientology. Take a look here. I really do think that I should just let it go and not look, but Britney is behaving herself (and I've given up tv since the season finales aired) so what else should I do?

Friday, June 03, 2005

I talked to my Daddy today and we both got so excited thinking about the happy events of July 16th. If you don't know what happens that day, at midnight even, then you should go check out another blog. J.K.'s site is a lot of fun but it offers no info - she is really quite notorious in her secrecy, AND she is nursing a new baby. Number 3 - a girl - two girls and a boy: my dream scenario if I had more patience, money, and stamina and less weight, post-partum psychotic freakishness, and personalities in this house.
Anyway, July 16th approaches and we are all so very ready. Yay.
I haven't wanted to talk about it. Personal issues can be like that - you can keep them inside until they seethe and stew and bubble over like pasta water. But with relief in sight, with an emotional Tums just an email away, the days are looking brighter. Thanks, Apple.

Saturday, May 28, 2005

I hate Lowe's Home Improvement Warehouse, and I hate American Standard even though our new vanity is lovely, and I hate our plumber. BUT: the work is done, the ceremonial first water has been made in our new tall-guy toilet, we are awaiting the first poop, and I've showered a couple of times. The shower door ate my thumb and ripped off a nail...we might shoulda gone with the more expensive door (that I wanted, but if we got everything I wanted we would be in line at the courthouse filing for various Chapters). There is no soap because of course I want a very expensive soap dispenser from BoBo paradise. And we still have to walk about 1/2 a block to use a trash can.

But the work is done, school is out, the preliminary injunction has taken place, the pool is open, "Gimme Fiction" is dropped, and various other things are hurtling along at lightning speed, so I guess I just ought to buckle up.

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Oh no. This is a sad day indeed. Whilst readers may not know of my love for the costume drama, and the life-changing experience (still! daily! every time I watch it!) that is "A Room with a View". The words "Merchant-Ivory" can still cause a flutter in my heart, a stirring in my loins, a welling in my eyes...and until someone else comes along to CONSISTENTLY make faithful adaptaions of literary glitteries....(no, not you dude) well, I'll just have to mourn with the rest of....uh.....British stay-at-home mummies? Gay dandies with no plans to go out? Uh, anyone?
Lucky you. I lost a post about diarrhea at a children's arcade and restaurant facility. Instead, you can do like Whilst do and drool over moreunattendable music festivals. Enjoy.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

The character formerly known as Jack Bauer had a pretty rough day, but it isover now, and my husband and I can start putting our children to bed with warmth and attention on Monday nights again.

Last night we even resorted to making them read their own books. Not a problem for the one who reads, but the other guy...

You do what you have to do.

I am a bundle of nervous energy and also of weary exhaustion. I'm basically a single mom right now and I have more admiration and awe for that particular demographic than ever. Between having to negotiate our summer, deal with extended family, carpool here, there, and yonder, keep the house from biohazard status, plan and execute meals that aren't too sweet, salty, or fatty, keep the most demanding first grade teacher ever from bitching me out from lack of activities, sweets, and gifts, and oh, I don't know, exercise? knit? watch "24"? - well, I've just about hit a point where I won't be able to blog or speak politely to anyone. And that will be a low point.

So I'll sign off for now and do some more laundry and take a child to soccer practice. At least once there I can play in the park and not talk to anyone besides my offpsring for an hour.

Friday, May 20, 2005

Have I mentioned I'm on the Annie bandwagon? My love for Britney is reaching a crux point - with all that I know about her now, I feel I have some big decisions in my future. And K-Fed and I might have to have a row to sort some things out. But then there is Annie, the Norweigian Great White Hope for those of us who love the pop music and always have to apologize for it. She is completely adored, already, in NYC, and in June her record drops here. My son and I watch her video of "Chewing Gum" over and over and whilst he (and my husband) love her bottom, I love her hook. Take a gander and see what you think. And while you're at it, you might note that Missy is streaming her new single....thank goodness I have found some women to put on my iPod. I was getting a little worried.

Thursday, May 19, 2005

LENA OLIN SHOWED UP! God bless America, why oh why didn't I haul my feverish ass downstairs to watch "Alias"? Oh, we know has sucked, it has recycled plot lines, it has seriously flawed guest directors...but still, they had the decency to bring back Lena Olin despite salary disputes, etc. and I love those Alias folks for it.

It's times like this that you are so glad you know people who have TiVo, and you know who you are, and you know you are reading this, and you need to hook me up, girl.

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

This is funnier than the show, but ya gotta admit: the show was good. Ok, I'll admit it: it was beyond my wildest dreams. I had to miss the first twenty minutes but I'm assuming that it could not have been as great as when Britney tells her assistant that she has had sex three times that day and her makeup guy that her sex makes her full of ecstacy and when she tells Kevin to blow off the day and stay home to f*** all day. (Her bleeps, not mine).

You can't write this stuff!

The girl's downfall has been spectacular. I may even tune in next week.

Monday, May 16, 2005


My husband is not, as I had somehow determined, dead by the side of some California highway. In fact, he is happily adjusting to the Pacific time zone and jogging with MY NEW iPOD ACCESSORY and listening to Spoon and getting ready to go to a chi-chi conference. He could have called! Why am I such the worrywart?

Well, I'd explain it to you, but that would open a whole new can of Whilst, now wouldn't it? And part of the reason at this particular time in the month involves things not tasteful enough to discuss on one's website. Unless you really want to discuss them.

My computer went completely out when lightning hit the house or the power surged or something. (I'm not entirely sure my electricity situation in our darling ancient split-foyer is all that secure) BY MYSELF, I turned my darling Mac upside down, unscrewed its protective outer sheath, and pressed a magic, tiny button within the Apple's core.

And voila, another day of posting here at Whilst, another day of checking email and enjoying subject lines like HOT VIRGIN FREE TONIGHT and BUCKY NEEDS MEDS and FIELD DAY AT SCHOOL NEEDS VOLUNTEERS, another day of googling lyrics.I am a computer genius.

Sunday, May 15, 2005

My cultural offerings this weekend included the bizarre and strangely cast "Kicking and Screaming". I agree completely with the Times review, and should say that Ditka really has about as much screen time as the stars. I should also say that I only laughed three times, and Ditka was involved in each laugh. I should also admit that I could not, yesterday, nor most of today, remember Robert Duvall's name, even though he is a huge influence on most of my moral beliefs.

The soccer in the movie was great. I can't wait for my little kicker to see it.

My other cultural outing was to church to see grown-ups in a musical. This was written and directed by a friend, who was also one of the stars. The talent was quite great in this thing, and I got to eat yummy BEEF (it's not what's for dinner here at the Lo-Cholesterol Cafe), and I enjoyed having some time to myself. But. I guess my main issue is that it is hard for this Rocker Girl to hear songs - even jazz standards - changed to reflect religious thought. Even if the songs may have had a religious bend to them in the first place.

I should now admit yet another thing to you: as a teenager, I developed a church talent show entry that was me singing "Like a Christian" wearing a lot of white lace and some army boots with a mini.

I didn't make it past the youth minister with that one. It was a bad idea anyway.

Friday, May 13, 2005

Sorry, I didn't post this on the right day, but S F/J has a new article, and it is about the Mountain Goats.

My son has a black eye. He got it from "wrestling" with the love of his life, a small boy with an infectious laugh whom we've known since infancy. Same boy was the one who "accidentally hit my son on the forehead full on with a baseball bat". And, sadly, the one who was in my car when I pulled in front of a speeding Pontiac Piece 0' Shit. (We were all ok).

My question to you, faithful readers, is this: do I need to stay away from this boy? Is fate or luck or coincidence playing too great a part in this friendship? I'm sure his parents are wondering the same damn thing.

It is now time to drive him home. I'll buckle everybody up good and tight. Wish me luck. It IS Friday the 13th, after all.

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

New music Wednesdays. Hello, KIDZ BOP! I might have to finally purchase one - after all the screaming, whining and begging, it took getting a band from the Scottish Isle on there to pique my interest.

I bought the new Spoon. Reviews coming soon. Won't it be a boon? To let you know if I swoon? When listening to Spoon.

I love you so so so much, Governor Easley. Just a day and 2 years after the guy nearly DIES on the NASCAR circuit, he gets back into the car in the maze of one-way madness that is the government sector of downtown Raleigh and has a near-miss with a Mercedes. It was probably a publicity stunt to almost graze that silver beauty but the press was fabulous. Go to to find it - they won't let me link to them.

Said paper had an aritcle on my lovely but stagnant hometown this weekend, plus an article about this idiot. Well, maybe he isn't an idiot because instead of drawing more media attention he has wisely stepped down. He doesn't seem to love the limelight like others who shun my type do.

My husband and I are thinking of going and joining some congregation where there aren't any Republicans. What could that be? The Unitarians? Satanists? Nah, they are probably pro-death penalty. Well, we'll just have to look around. We'll probably find somewhere where we are welcome. As Misty Taylor, member of East Waynesville Baptist said, "I don't want to serve with the ungodly". WHATEVER THE HELL THAT MEANS.

Sunday, May 08, 2005

The weekend started here: The Cheesecake Factory :: Home :. Something for Everyone! What a perfect logo - this place was like a human outing warehouse. Give the people every little thing they think they might want, and tons of it, and they will wait for hours in the MALL.

I did, however, enjoy my massive artichoke. It gave me copious gas, but it was worth every little pointy leaf.

Now it is Mother's Day and I have been treated like a queen, or at the very least like a wife of a royal heir. I got Special K in bed and a card signed by my sweeties and lots of kisses and hugs. Presents too - iPod aCcessories for the car and gym, and some cool comfy clogs so I can fit in with my butch friends.

A very nice day.

Friday, May 06, 2005

More Coachella.

Someone asked me last night who I was listening to. I couldn't answer. I stammered, took a sip of wine, thought about tossing off the old Radiohead/U2/REM/PJHarvey answer, then paused.

"Spoon," I said. "This woman from Europe, Annie. She's going to be the thinking woman's Britney". (Though, as you all know, BRITNEY is this thinking woman's Britney. Eleven more days!!!) "Pedro the Lion, the Hot Hot Heat, The Mountain Goats."

After I got away from the question-asker who basically gawked at me like I was an android, I realized that I've been able to get back to my main passion. There is no need to hide it any longer. I spend a shitload of time researching music, listening to it, thinking about it. I was at a book club meeting when I was talking about music...and books are arguably a passion. So are movies. But nothing, NOTHING does it for me like music.

I'll never get into music like I want to - I like to sleep way too much and I don't smoke anymore. But if I need a shake-up or a melt-down these days I only have to turn to my mp3 collection and get rocking. May it ever be so.

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Ah, to be young again:to know the feel of wet grass up your crack; to obsess over the 6'5" skinny dude standing in your line of vision; to inhale deeper than necessary of wafting weed smoke and tell yourself it doesn't count; to become confused by Coldplay and Keane's similarities and the differences between Spoon and the Stereo Machines; to not rememeber any Gang of Four songs from 20 years ago though YOU KNOW YOU SHOULD KNOW be young again and to tolerate that much humanity and that much ear-busting sonic reverb in one weekend.

I'll just have to live vicariously through my brother and sister-in-law, who attended last year, and through Bob.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

What's wrong, honey? Was it the 14 bridesmaids? The reception at the Atlanta Athletic Club? Was it your groom's quiet, manly Christianity?

He's willing to take you back. That right there might signify a problem, dear.

Maybe its time to follow those dreams. Did you enjoy the great American west? Do you have a girlfriend you can talk it over with (because your mom and dad might be....disappointed...and less a bit of deposit money)? What can we do for you, except, say, LEAVE YOU ALONE?

Or maybe offer some advice: you don't have to get married. You have a right to be scared. And you would probably be doing a lot of people a favor if you just called it off right now. Ok?

Sunday, May 01, 2005

Another celebrity run-in at the Quail Ridge Shopping Center. This time, it was the Guv's wife at the yarn store. I decided not to acknowledge who she was when she said she was "in heaven" whilst waiting behind a very slow-going customer with an ankle-length fringed cardigan and nails akin to Sauruman's. But, busy lady though she is, she is apparently a master knitter, and she seemed to enjoy the yarn store's dry goods and easy chatter.

Meanwhile, apparently the Guv was getting his hair cut next to my neighbor's son's chair. Guess it was errand day for the first couple.

Later that week, I threw up. And had the diarrhea. And other aches and pains and tales of woe. I'm better now, and I'm grateful for the patience of my throngs of fans as they awaited another entry here at Whilst.

I was so sick I couldn't even knit. Glad that's over with.

Thursday, April 28, 2005

There is something So. Very. Wrong. about this guy And yet, what's not to love about a lounge version of Radiohead's "Creep"?

Did Britney really buy her some Radiohead? Is Kevin influencing her music taste? Twenty-one days and counting!!!

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

I have a new reader here at Whilst. She is a fan of the Whole Foods, though not an Indie-Yuppie. Well, I think she is, but she says she is not. She is a very accomplished woman and also, as I said, a fan of the organic grocer. I am a fan, too, but I am poor and a sucker for an advertised sale item. So what's a girl to do? I'll tell you. Use the plastic bags, but recyle them. Stick with that great smelling laundry detergent but find a green dish detergent. Don't clean your house too much. Switch deodorants. These things have made me feel better about myself and my environment and have not wounded my wallet too deeply.

We can all do our part to save the Earth and prevent cancer. Can't we now.

Monday, April 25, 2005

I am quite easily pleased sometimes. I can talk endlessly about the weather. And now I have Cumulonimbus Corner, a blog about local weather. I plan to check in daily!! I eagerly await the next entry!!

At my Grandmom's funeral weekend events I had to check myself several desire to talk about the weather was great. Especially when, during the service, unexpected thunder came up. And when, during the luncheon following the service, the wind blew up a gust and the power went out. But I kept on talking about more appropriate topics and denied myself.

So as a little treat, I'll go stalk the weather guys.

Sunday, April 17, 2005

Am I an Indie Yuppie? Read here to ponder. Yes, I use iTunes to discover new bands and I heart Sasha Frere-Jones....but I don't wear cool t-shirts at all. I eagerly await April 29, but I still am on my first and possibly only iPod. My hair is unruly and colored practically, and I do not shop exclusively at Whole Foods.

So perhaps Indie-Yuppie is not right. But I don't think I'm a full-fledged Yuppie either, mainly due to lack of cash and materialism.

Quirky-Yuppie? Conserva-Hippie? Mompie?

Saturday, April 16, 2005

I know she's popular. YOU know she's popular. And this, my faithful readers, is why.

Shit, that is funny.

And boy, have I been there. Except not. Not really. Shit, I say again.

Friday, April 15, 2005

You are most like Robin! A leader and fearless by
nature, you tend to dive straight into
something without thinking. You have a hard
time trusting your friends sometimes and you
are extremely serious when you have to. You
don't like being compared to someone you are a
rival with and sometimes your temper gets the
best of you. Out of all of your friends you
might be the one who dreams to be leader or is
the leader. Whatever the reason sometimes you
need to look before you leap.

Which Teen Titans Character Are You?
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Lynn says it is all about the pizza...she may be right. I think I do prefer Raven's goth powers and prickliness, but I somehow always end up the leader. Even behind the scenes I am usually leading something. Unbeknownst to you all, I really want to shun the spotlight, in general.

There is just so much to learn from children and their poorly animated, badly written television shows.

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

I don't wear a watch. I tried, and when it broke, I just gave up. I do have a cell phone (that is called far too frequently - I'm going to have to change numbers) and it tells me the time...then there is the car, where I spend 6 months out of every year. Sometimes I am temptedby the style and substance of a watch....I am always intrigued by what the stars wear, too. But I never submit to my own intrigue.

Instead, I just wing it, day to day, hour to hour, often late and many times stressed, but blissfully unaware of at least one binding structure.

Thursday, April 07, 2005

I am so, well, "Lost".
And not just about "Lost".

And there is so much going on you just would. not. believe.

But in the meantime, I miss out on why Hurley is a millionaire and that the preggy girl gave birth and that Boone is dead. WHO IS BOONE?

Off to pre-order the season 1 dvd....

Monday, April 04, 2005

I was trying to find a site about how much people love the Pope...and I found instead a dating service for the pontiff.

Sheesh, the Internet.

Thursday, March 31, 2005

The Sunday School class I went to before I went deep into the bowels of our church to lead/referee the preschoolers often discussed topics of cultural reference. These topics usually had religious questions or meanings attached. This week the class will be ably led by our SuperTeacher in a discussion aboutGod and the tsunami.

I really must be a paegan because I don't understand where exactly God fits into the tsunami...except for the obvious places. Such as how the divine work of nature is so awesome and unimaginably complex that an earthquake under the sea could produce a wall of water thousands of miles across. Such as how the name of God, differently uttered in different cultures, was called on to ease horrid grief. And how God was prayed to by those of us not we hoped to ease the suffering of those whose loved ones were literally ripped from their arms.

But what I don't understand is how God's tsunami creation can be used - especially in a time of great pain and unbelievable loss - as a political platform. I don't understand certain folk who might compare the loss of thousands of people to the loss of unborn babies in our country. I mean, just don't do that. Really. It is NOT THE TIME. I also don't understand how the tsunami can be used as a way to witness to the unwashed masses. I might be wrong, but it seems like God was not sending a "message" to the thousands of impoverished Sri Lankans, Indians, Thai, and Indonesians who have lost so much. Noah built the ark and all, if you believe that sort of thing, but even then I don't think God was so freaking mean.

I also have a hard time believing, as Ann Graham Lotz does (and boy do I think she is an idiot), that this disaster was meant to show us that the afterlife is all that counts.

Instead, this disaster reminds me I am put here on Earth to support my fellow man. (It was one hell of a reminder, but still) That whilst I am not suffering, I should help those who do. That shit happens, dude, sometimes mind-boggling, nightmarish, more-than-we-can-fathom shit, and while it may ease my mind to pray or hope that it won't happen to me, it could, and tomorrow, and boy am I glad I don't have to deal with it alone.

Martin Buber explained - and this is my very simplistic understanding and description of it - that God is us. And so thanks, us, for helping out those people with donations, volunteer hours, and meditations. And us? Let me remember that I should be grateful, every single day, for a day without a tsunami. For a day without a choice to make about my loved one's medical status. For a day that I can make choices about my life and health.

For every single day.

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Damn. When you have glory days in the eighties pop scene, is this just the de rigeur thing to do?

I love some Crowded House. I shared a love of it with a freshman that I dated as a last-semester senior in college. He had an obsession with all bands neat and tidy - and, as it turns out, pretty much every thing neat and tidy. Still, we had some good times watching the Beta version of "Eraserhead" in his dorm room, making out in his convertible Mustang, and going to see "Sex, Lies and Videotape" and "Batman" with Jack Nicholson. Crowded House provided the perfect soundtrack for those days. Innocent but edgy, tidy but energetic, over too soon but lasting too long.

Thursday, March 24, 2005

I really don't know what to say about poor Terri Schiavo except, "Poor Terri Schiavo." I feel for her, for her family, for anyone who is losing sleep over this scenario broadcast across our lives each minute. I would register an opinion but I can't seem to find any agreeing information. Did she say she wouldn't want to continue in a vegetative state? Did she really only have about a third of her brain left? Did removal of her feeding tube truly equal killing her? Anyway, I'll have to fight befuddlement with humor, cause that's what I do, folks, so here ya go.

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

I enjoyed our mountain trip. Funny how I thought myself a beach girl...but am quickly finding the restorative power of the mountains equally alluring. I love going to see the elk herd, I love hiking, I love sitting around on the deck of my parents' mountain house with a cocktail. (Or, I remember liking that, a lot. And I will like it again. IN FIVE DAYS).

I worked in the mountains years ago. I thought the area I was in was wet, cold, and lonely. On a sunny day it was too hot. And on my days off I was too busy smoking, drinking, listening to non-campy music and renewing my physical vows with my then-boyfriend (now-husband, don't worry) to notice my environs.

But now? I like the mountains. I like not having to slather on sunscreen to go out to the car. I like the quiet. I like the wildlife and the possibility of more (I am a hopeless optimist when it comes to a potential bear sighting).
I'll look forward to a beach trip this year, but I may very well think of the mountains when I'm there.

Friday, March 18, 2005

I had the pleasure of chatting up a local celeb at the bookstore today - the owner and Queen of Small Independent Booksellers. I had read an interview with her where she said that every year she re-reads Garcia Marquez's "One Hundred Years of Solitude" and Austen's "Pride and Prejudice" - both favorites of mine. I told her that I felt like she gave me license to re-read old favorites and basically served as my therapist this winter by recommending that I read P&P again. Truly, a dose of Darcy is good for what ails ya. A heaping helping of Havordforshire and Hampstead-on-Heath is hugely healing.

The Divine Entreprenurial Diva also shared her love of Marquez and told me when reading "Solitude" to forget all the characters names and focus on prose and plot. Not a problem, as I've already read the book and couldn't begin to tell you one character's name. I'm reading his autobiography now and couldn't tell you anyone's name save his.

She also told me to be wary of recommending this book to my book club. So warned.

My birthday is Saturday. Happy Birthday to me! Faithful readers, your attention and devotion has been a gift to me like none other. I thank you.

Sunday, March 13, 2005

An even weirder weekend. Plans were to fly out whilst delightful babysitting aunt and uncle flew in. To New Orleans, for a fabulous dinner and night (one) in a hotel.

Plans change.

We've lost some cash on this one, but it seems that we did the right thing. Baby boy had the flu and it was ugly - for about 2 days. Miraculously, he is almost right as rain. Thank goodness for the wonderdrug. Of course, had the flu started earlier and the wonderdrug been given on, say, Wednesday, we could have gone. Timing: it's what makes or breaks us.

As it stands, we had a nice weekend with the auntie and uncle and I even partook of my lenten sacrificial nectar a bit. THAT was fun, I tell you. Bring on Easter. Also, hubby and I got to go see an Oscar-nominated flick, bringing us within fighting distance of seeing them all.

But. Still. I'd like to be with my husband sometime without outside (young) influences. Maybe that will happen sometime soon. If not, there's always 2029 to look forward to.

Sunday, March 06, 2005

A weird weekend. First the benefit premiere for the NASCAR IMAX 3D (CAPITALS GALORE) movie, complete with Viagra car that my friend and neighbor had the wherewithall to procure for the museum in question - and she footed almost the entire bill, too. Afterwards the girls and I ventured out of our comfort zone and into Hellcar where we met and chatted up one of our heroes. Saturday was the tile store, where I think we found something for our bathroom. No weekend is truly complete without a stop at the Lively Lebanese Location of Luscious Largesse where I branched out a little bit from my labneh/grape leaf sandwich. Dinner with the favored neighbors - kudos to my husband for letting the children run around with him during the hour-long wait whilst I had a virgin margarita and hilarious talk with my fellow Piscean.

Then Sunday hit - and the week loomed ahead with all sorts of Junior League horrors around the corner and my music lesson to plan instead of a nap and the kid in the back yard annoying me and bleck blah boo.

Thank God for Keane and a long walk up a flat road.

Thursday, March 03, 2005

Mark your rock calendars! The Beckisode airs March 10. I think I can stand looking at Mischa Barton for an hour in order to get such an important sneak preview....

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

I googled "Belle du Jour" to see if they had pictures of her new book or her for that matter, and this is what I get. Now I'll have nightmares tonight, or at the very least, panic attacks this summer on my first beach trip.

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

More than likely, my maiden name's heritage is Irish. This research confirms my ancestory. Boy, am I having the hardest time. It has been two weeks since a drop of alcohol has entered my system. Well, I do gargle with Listerine, but still. The weekdays are the hardest. And I'm not sure if I suffer from a need not being met or a major longing/want. At any rate, I would love to sit back and sip a martini or linger over a glass of red wine. But I won't. Because I have something to prove to Jesus, or to AA, or to myself, but I do have something to prove and prove it I will.

I think I have about a month left.

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

My favorite show on the telly has been accused of anti-Muslim portrayals. Truth be known, I've been a little uncomfortable watching of late, myself. Navi, the Muslim father and the terrorist operative (dead as of 2/21's episode) is a cold murderer and an inhumane father and a righteous and faithful man who is disgusted by a show of flesh and extramarital activity. Pretty harsh. The writers have always been careful - for the previous three seasons - to avoid stereotyping. Once before they had a Muslim subplot but that was eventually revealed to be only a small part of a corporate web. After last night, it seems probable that the Arabic terrorists in this season might also be part of a larger scheme.

Regardless, "24" is still really great this year. Much better than my other nine o'clock date. If only I had more time for the eight o'clock obsession....

Speaking of sterotyping and racism, my daughter has to do a report on a famous African-American for school. For the first time, I've heard her identify a person as "black". And "white". I guess it took 6 1/2 years, but it is still bittersweet to reveal the world in full color to her. The person she chose was a first grader who heroically integrated a school. Ruby Bridges is a fascinating and impressive subject, but sadly, we are having to edit my daughter's research a bit. I don't have a problem with her learning that schools were divided in our country at one point, but I'm not sure what benefit my little girl would glean from seeing protestors carrying black dolls in coffins.

Boy, it's amazing what you can learn in first grade.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Jeeeeeeeesus I ain't smart when it comes to these here compoooters. I try and I try to blog, but blog I cannot. And then I lose a thought. Or I'm asked to open another box of Sweethearts. Or I actually attempt to straighten or clean my house, something I have time to do but somehow never chose to do? So then, no blog entry. To my legions of devoted fans, my apologies.

I'm back as of tonight, and I have much to say and not much time to say it in. I have a very pressing commitment and then I should probably try and say a few words to the spouse, and there's the planning for the weekend that I need to do. If I don't plan the weekend, we get caught unawares and end up having to do horrifying, unpleasant things like eat bad food with boring people. (As it stands, we are going to be seeing an Oscar-nominated film this weekend, watching my baby girl play soccer, and going to church. I am also helping to watch my friend's children and there is the Y-Princess thing. I guess we are, as usual, booked solid. Oh for a free weekend without fear of boring people and bad food!)

Shit! I seem to have a blog entry without having said anything at all. But boy do I feel better now. Just having typed some of this and relaxed for a minute with you, my adoring public, has soothed my nerves. Well done, Whilst fans! Thank you ever so.

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

Why didn't I find this site earlier? Awful Plastic Surgery was out there all along. It is disheartening - for example, I really thought Gwen Stefani wouldn't go there. And some folks I just can't even glimpse....Janice Dickerson, that woman from Desperate Housewives, The King of Pop.

I find that I am inextricably drawn to shows like "The Swan" and "Extreme Makeover". I've never seen an entire episode but I've watched parts of these whilst my husband sits in the corner and screams "Make it go away! Stop! Avert your eyes!"