August 22, 2006


Mars and Venus?


Men and Women are Different. But, I agree with Fausta - we are not from different planets. Do yourself a favor and go read Fausta's post on why life and love is tougher on men these days than on women - between Oprah, Sex and the City and Seventeen Magazine - well - go read it all !!!

Posted by Beth at 09:11 AM

July 04, 2006


Jordan


I got a lovely e-card celebrating Independence Day from a photographer named Jordan. Jordan lives in Poland. He grew up under Communist rule, and truely celebrates the freedom he has now. Jordan is a very gifted photographer.

Here is his newest flash.

Go visit his website and read Light of Soul.
And thank you, Jordan, for the e-card and for liking us Americans!

Posted by Beth at 08:02 PM

April 11, 2006


Let's talk about fat people


I'm not going to use any euphemisms here - I'm not horizontally challenged, I'm not fluffy, I'm not pouffy, I'm fat.

You know, I am not a lazy person. I did not get fat on purpose. I am not a weak-willed bum. I am not poverty stricken. I don't even like sweets, except for an occasional ounce of dark chocolate.

In fact, I'm extremely busy - but my job is very sedentary. I travel all over the place, don't sleep well because of the time changes and when I travel I usually have to eat out because hotels with kitchen suites are not always in the travel budgets.

I have spent the bulk of my life being ... bulky. For example, here is a picture of me when I was one:

No matter what I did when I was a teenager, I was always a size 11 or 13. Didn't seem to matter much, I had plenty of dates and plenty of boyfriends, and I was very active - rode horses, water-skied, rode my bike all over the place and walked a lot.

I am from an upper-middle-class family. John and I are in the upper-middle-class income bracket - yet I'm still fat.

The thinnest I have ever been in my life was when I was 40 - I got down to 150 pounds and wore a size 8 or size 9. I was fairly muscular, but then, life interveened and I had to work a lot of hours, and the martial arts class 4 nights a week had to go. I slowly gained weight over the next 12 years until I am where I am now - too fat to divulge! I try to exercise when I can (though arthritis pain makes it very difficult, even with celebrex) and I eat carefully. I know that the big problem here is age and my high stress, sedentary job. I make the big bucks, as far as I'm concerned, but I am glued to computers, data centers, meetings and phones - doesn't leave much time for a daily walk.

So, I get pretty pissed when I see that people like the Queen of Dumb, Megan McAardle and others arrogantly insist that anyone can lose weight, and do it easily and that those of us who weigh too much are morally corrupt.

Let's see - I am a productive citizen, I pay my taxes, I am a home owner and mother and a wife. I have a very good job, and my clients absolutely love me. I am smarter than the average bear, and my genetics are aparently closely related to said bear. (I was adopted, so I have no idea what my genetic forebears look like).

I rarely get sick. I have never been hospitalized in my 53 years except to give birth - so I'm NOT using more than my fair share of medical stuff. I am creative, and sometimes even kinda funny.

But some people condemn me because I'm a size 18, not a size 8.

Again, I would prefer to be back to 150 pounds, and I am working toward that, but even when I do eventually lose weight, I would never expend any energy snarking people who do not fit the picture of perfection as a skinny-ass woman or pencil-necked man.

I understand that everyone is terribly concerned about obesity in children - but you know - it's not the food they eat at school or at home that makes them fat - it is the lack of exercise.

When I was in school, we had gym class for one hour each day - many public schools have gym twice a week, and spend half that time learning about health/drugs/etc while sitting down.

And then at home, American parents have become so overly paranoid about the possibility of abduction, that they don't allow the kids to go outside and play.

When was the last time you saw kids playing hide and seek or tag or riding bikes together?

That was very common activity when I was a kid.

So, the answer to childhood obesity would have two parts -
1. Schools need to have PE every day.
2. parents need to make kids go outside and play and make friends and run around the neighborhood!!!


The answer to adult obesity -

1. Companies need to not expect people to put in 12 to 14 hours a day at a desk job.
2. Society needs to shut the fuck up about it and those of us with the problem will be able to go out in public for walks, etc., without the fear of being abused by assholes who think they are better than the rest of us.

Posted by Beth at 11:01 AM

January 08, 2006


The Internet can be a wonderful thing


I got an email from my best friend from high school today. We have not seen each other for probably 30 years. Mostly because I'm a lazy slug and my handwriting stinks and I really hated to write letters. (Our son is lucky - he keeps up with friends via email and IM - I know he would be as bad as I am if it meant getting out paper and pen).

Anyway, her cousin (who grew up down the street from me) came across my blog and my 100 Things About Me post of last January. #16 of 100 things mentions that Nette Harris was my best friend in high school.

So I got an email from my best high school friend. I hope I'll hear from her again soon. I googled her married name and found that she is a Special Education teacher and even found her picture. And she looks just like she did in high school!

Well, I really need to go and pack now. I leave for Ohio at 10:00 am, so we need to leave home around 8:15 or so.

Posted by Beth at 06:44 AM

November 04, 2005


sigh


I just learned that one of my clients passed away yesterday. I worked with him a lot over the past 3 years or so, and I am really saddened.

Terry was a real challenge when it came to teaching him about stuff. He would ask questions that no one else ever thought of - probably because he was an old mainframe guy now using UNIX. He had a very wry sense of humour and I loved going to see him to work with him.

He was just about a year from retirement, and he became ill a couple of months ago.

Damn. Live life, don't wait for retirement to do those things you want to do!

Posted by Beth at 10:59 AM

September 08, 2005


And on top of that ...


As I waited to turn out of the Price Chopper Parking lot, I witnessed an accident.
A woman was stopped, waiting for the car in front of her to turn left when a guy rearended her - hard. Hard enough that I saw her head fly forward and then back - even with her seat belt on.

And I thought, well, I should stay and let them know I was a witness. Then, the guy who hit her backed up, drove around her and took off like a bat outta hell.

At this point, I called 911, got his license plate number and wrote it down.

I do not like people who run from accidents they have caused.

So, the poor woman who got rear ended pulled off into a parking lot, I followed her and we waited for the police to get there. One of the police officers, nice guy, Pedro, only everyone calls him Pete he made sure to say, said he thinks he passed the guy. They ran a check on the license plate number, and it had been reported as a stolen plate. Pedro/Pete looked at me and said, looks like I got the right number written down.

So, I had to write down what I saw, sign the form, show my drivers license and assure the police officer and the lady who was rear ended that I would definitely show up in court if they needed me.

I can only hope the rest of the day goes quietly into the night.

Posted by Beth at 06:26 PM


Just a weird day


Late this afternoon, John googlemailed me and said he would like grilled hamburgers for dinner.
So I drove up to our local grocery store, Price Chopper, and got some ground chuck, buns and cat food (we always need cat food).

Because I had so few items, I got in line for the express lane.

A blonde lady was in front of me - as her purchases went through the line, I got one of those little separate the groceries sticks and put my groceries on the conveyer belt. Oddly, a man put another one of those little separate the groceries sticks in between my stuff and the stuff belong to the woman being checked out. I thought, well, what a jerk, but did not say anything.

As soon as he finished checking out, another woman jumped in front of me and my food and put her purchases in front of mine. At this point, I was getting a little steamed.

I said, "Excuse me, ma'am, I was here first". She says to me - "Oh, no - I'm with him" - pointing to the guy who had butt in front of me. I said, he's leaving, how you can you be with him - at this point the cashier said, "You are right, they did butt in front of you, thank you, I was afraid to say anything".

At that, the lady said to me " I just got here from New Orleans, seems like I should go first, but I won't."

So she got behind me and in front of the woman who was patiently waiting for me.

Now. I live in Leavenworth, Kansas. I know that we do have some Katrina evacuees in the KC area - so it is possible that this woman and the man before her had gone through the hurricane.

However, it seems to me that people don't suddenly get to butt in line just because they have suffered the awful tragedy that is Katrina. Am I wrong to be somewhat annoyed?

Aside from the fact that I don't know if she has escaped from NO or not, isn't it still considered rude to butt in front of people in line at the grocery store?

Posted by Beth at 06:13 PM

February 15, 2005


Life is precious


I am pro-life. From the beginning of life until the end. I am against the death penalty, especially for completely innocent people, like Terri Shiavo. Terri is not brain dead. She can breathe on her own. She needs to be fed intravenously, though, so her husband wants her put out of her misery.

Terri never signed a living will, and if she had, few living wills have instructions to stop feeding or giving water to someone.

I suspect that the same people who want Terri to die would have also wanted Helen Keller killed - I mean, really, what kind of life can a deaf, dumb and blind person have, they probably think.

The thing is - if you believe in God, life is a precious gift.
If you don't believe in God - life is precious because it is all we have.

Terri's life is her own. Her husband should not take it away from her - he has his own life now - he has two children by his girlfriend. He should divorce Terri and let her parents care for her, as they want to.

I am amazed that the same people who don't want the government 'in the bedroom' are willing to allow the government (judges) decide who lives or dies.

Posted by Beth at 08:40 PM

October 11, 2004


Sad News


Christopher Reeve is dead.

Posted by Beth at 05:49 AM

August 29, 2004


The Truth about the Bush Tax Cuts


The Detroit News has an excellent editorial on the Bush Tax Cuts. Here is a snippet of it (emphasis mine):

A report from the nonpartisan Congressional Budget Office has Democratic presidential candidate John Kerry claiming it proves that "Over the last four years, the burden of taxes has shifted from the wealthy to the middle class." Those are politically motivated lies that distort the findings of the report. Here's the truth. The report proves that what President Bush said about his tax cuts is true: "Tax relief is for everyone who pays income taxes." It's true for the rich, and it's true for the not-so-rich.

Read the whole article.

Posted by Beth at 09:15 AM

July 21, 2004


As Time Goes By


As I was reading today's Bleat, the following lines caused me to flash back many years to my own childhood:

And that's when I realized that I have set up Jasperwood so there are clocks everywhere. Small ones, yes. But lots of them. Because I/m always checking the time. Always.

Oh, dear. I hope that James is not quite as hooked on time as my mom was.

I grew up in a house with clocks everywhere. I mean everywhere - even in the bathrooms.

And that would have been okay, but Mom was so worried about being late, that she set every clock 20 minutes fast.

As a result, for years, I automatically subtracted 20 minutes from the time of every clock I saw - at home or away!

So, James Lileks, please don't do that to Gnat!

It gets difficult to explain to teachers and friends why one can never really be on time.

Posted by Beth at 07:52 PM

January 24, 2004


Isn't it ironic


I'm not a huge fan of Alanis Morrisette, but she musta been singing about this poor guy: Man dies after win on lottery TV show

Posted by Beth at 07:00 AM