Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Comfortable in My Skin
Despite the Nor'Easter that hit us on Friday, it is almost spring here in New England. And so the spring catalogues are arriving in the mail.
Mr. Zips and I had a near argument last week (you're shocked, I know) about these catalogues. I was showing him a shirt in the Lands' End catalogue I really liked. It's a white, eyelet Oxford button down. It looks a lot like a shirt I finally had to part with during the last move.
Mr. Zips thinks I dress like an old woman. Probably because I dress like an old woman.
He says, with my figure, I could get away with a lot more.
I say, why do I need to get away with anything?
I dress the way I do because I feel comfortable that way. Not because I'm trying to hide - or show off - my figure. But because my personal taste in fashion runs to the conservative and classic. The sad, disgruntling truth is, I like Talbots.
No matter who we think we should be or who other people think we should be, well, sooner or later who we actually are is going to come out.
For example, I felt like I should be going out partying last night. It was Saint Patrick's Day. I'm so Irish I even work for a Dublin-based company. But I wanted to go to yoga today and so I wanted to get to bed early.
So I got to yoga and, lo and behold, the class was filled with people I knew. And I mentioned something about listening to WeSun before class this morning. "Wasn't the puzzle fun today?" one woman piped in. "Yeah, but the challenge was way too easy" said another. We had a good laugh, walking out to our cars, each one adorned with anti-war, anti-bush, pro-environment bumper stickers.
We are who we are. And even if Mr. Zips would love to see his galpal in skintight spandex or supershort mini skirts, I'm gonna keep shopping the Lands' End catalog.
Mr. Zips and I had a near argument last week (you're shocked, I know) about these catalogues. I was showing him a shirt in the Lands' End catalogue I really liked. It's a white, eyelet Oxford button down. It looks a lot like a shirt I finally had to part with during the last move.
Mr. Zips thinks I dress like an old woman. Probably because I dress like an old woman.
He says, with my figure, I could get away with a lot more.
I say, why do I need to get away with anything?
I dress the way I do because I feel comfortable that way. Not because I'm trying to hide - or show off - my figure. But because my personal taste in fashion runs to the conservative and classic. The sad, disgruntling truth is, I like Talbots.
No matter who we think we should be or who other people think we should be, well, sooner or later who we actually are is going to come out.
For example, I felt like I should be going out partying last night. It was Saint Patrick's Day. I'm so Irish I even work for a Dublin-based company. But I wanted to go to yoga today and so I wanted to get to bed early.
So I got to yoga and, lo and behold, the class was filled with people I knew. And I mentioned something about listening to WeSun before class this morning. "Wasn't the puzzle fun today?" one woman piped in. "Yeah, but the challenge was way too easy" said another. We had a good laugh, walking out to our cars, each one adorned with anti-war, anti-bush, pro-environment bumper stickers.
We are who we are. And even if Mr. Zips would love to see his galpal in skintight spandex or supershort mini skirts, I'm gonna keep shopping the Lands' End catalog.
Friday, March 16, 2007
Diesel Sweeties
My friend Tomkolson turned me onto this comic strip, Diesel Sweeties. Check out this strip. It's relevance to my life is a little astounding....
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
The Origin of Mr. Zips
I recently received a question from a friend - what is the origin of the name Mr. Zips? Well, it's kinda convoluted, but if you know me, that's not surprising.
Mr. Zips and I are both fans of random Internet mayhem. People who have too much time on their hands. To this I offer up b3ta as evidence. Sign up for their newsletter, you won't be disappointed. Mr. Zips is a particular fan of old-school favorite Strong Bad. And especially liked this episode. In it, Dangeresque calls a young lady "Cutsie Buttons." Arrive my nickname. And, not to be outdown, I baptised him Mr. Handsome Zips. Abbreviated to Mr. Zips.
It's convoluted, but it works.
And if I haven't mentioned it enough lately -- to him or to my blog -- I love him.
Mr. Zips and I are both fans of random Internet mayhem. People who have too much time on their hands. To this I offer up b3ta as evidence. Sign up for their newsletter, you won't be disappointed. Mr. Zips is a particular fan of old-school favorite Strong Bad. And especially liked this episode. In it, Dangeresque calls a young lady "Cutsie Buttons." Arrive my nickname. And, not to be outdown, I baptised him Mr. Handsome Zips. Abbreviated to Mr. Zips.
It's convoluted, but it works.
And if I haven't mentioned it enough lately -- to him or to my blog -- I love him.
Hormones Suck
Being a woman sucks. No, I correct myself. Being a woman is great. It's having estrogen that sucks.
Why you ask?
I know two women, both of whom are on birth control. Now, I'm not a big fan of synthetic hormones and/or artifical means of adding hormones to one's body, one's ecosystem, etc. But they do indeed serve a very practical purpose (more on that later). And, so, I return to these two women. One of whom had to recently double up on her dosage because she missed a dose. Cramping, nauseousness, and fever ensued. The other of whom has just begun a new form of birth control and has been 1) having migraines and 2) crying uncontrollably for days.
And then, there's me. I have felt PMS'y for days. Familiar story for me, true enough. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, I've never been regular, never had a cycle that levels me at an even keel. But I've been mood-swinging for days - complete with crying jags - and more than a month and a half since my last period. That's not fun math for a non-breeder.
Tomorrow I'm supposed to go to my gyn for a quarterly visit (ah, yes, the beauty of non-specific, abnormal results) and get another nasty procedure done. (Run of the mill pap smears are for the faint of heart!) And I'm not sure if I'd rather get my period, so that I don't have to go and know for sure I'm not pregant or if I'd rather not get my period and know for sure I don't have cancer.
See, like I said, having estrogen sucks.
By the way - if you have a young friend, daughter, etc. PLEASE advise them to get the HPV vaccine!
Why you ask?
I know two women, both of whom are on birth control. Now, I'm not a big fan of synthetic hormones and/or artifical means of adding hormones to one's body, one's ecosystem, etc. But they do indeed serve a very practical purpose (more on that later). And, so, I return to these two women. One of whom had to recently double up on her dosage because she missed a dose. Cramping, nauseousness, and fever ensued. The other of whom has just begun a new form of birth control and has been 1) having migraines and 2) crying uncontrollably for days.
And then, there's me. I have felt PMS'y for days. Familiar story for me, true enough. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, I've never been regular, never had a cycle that levels me at an even keel. But I've been mood-swinging for days - complete with crying jags - and more than a month and a half since my last period. That's not fun math for a non-breeder.
Tomorrow I'm supposed to go to my gyn for a quarterly visit (ah, yes, the beauty of non-specific, abnormal results) and get another nasty procedure done. (Run of the mill pap smears are for the faint of heart!) And I'm not sure if I'd rather get my period, so that I don't have to go and know for sure I'm not pregant or if I'd rather not get my period and know for sure I don't have cancer.
See, like I said, having estrogen sucks.
By the way - if you have a young friend, daughter, etc. PLEASE advise them to get the HPV vaccine!
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