Wednesday, December 31, 2008

My Secret to "Looking" Younger

Well the use of quotation marks gives away that this post will not really give you information to turn back time on your face or body. But the truth of how people respond to how we look is mostly about the self-image we carry in our heads. Now humor me here for a moment. Do we agree that it is a given that how we feel we look is not dead on the reality mark?
(Moving ahead with the assurance of a majority vote in my favor here.) So, if we are not right why not carry a "better" or fantasy image? Sometimes you will see me out and not realize that I am my alterbody, Lupe the Latina based on any number of woman from the pop culture. What truly counts to people ( who are not shallow twits and who wants them as friends anyway?) is how you carry yourself and the confidence behind all that. So, since it won't cost you anything to try this, take your alterbody out for a test drive and let me know how it works for you.
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Thursday, December 25, 2008

Pets of Christmas Past

Santa, baby, bring me some of that bird sushi for Christmas.

Maureen here. Leaving to go to my sister Peggy's for Christmas dinner and jocularity soon. Leslie's cats got treats after breakfast today, although Nefertiti, the beauty in the photo, even today seems to be more interested in the birdies she can see from the window.

I got thinking of how I miss my old Joon Bug, my late great mini bull terrier. They call BT's "a three-year-old in a dog suit" and that certainly fit Joon when she was young. I remember Christmases at my dad's house when Joon would be so wound up she'd race from room to room, especially when she'd hear the rattle of wrappping paper. The only person who could calm her down was my teenage nephew Ryan. We didn't have the term "dog whisperer" then, but that certainly fit Ryan. He'd put the Bug on his lap and rub her ears and she'd lapse into quiet contentment. To think this is now his first Christmas as a newlywed with his beautiful bride Katie - and a CAT, of all things.

My dad had a chair in the living room that was HIS chair - we daughters called it the Archie Bunker chair. The only one who dared fight him for it was Joon. Dad would go into the living room to settle down comfortably in the Chair, and Joon would be perched there, grinning at him. Dad would pretend to be exasperated, but the next thing you'd know, the two of them would be in the chair together, watching some sappy Christmas thing on TV or football.

Before Joon, I had a cat, Tiger the Terrible. I can still remember the very distinct sound of Tiger eating needles off the bottom branches of the Christmas tree. It sounded like a tiny elf eating wee potato chips. I also remember the very distinct sound of the spruce needles coming back up a couple of hours later.

One Christmas, I brought Tiger home with me because I was going to stay a few days. Mom was doing laundry, and the weather was so bad she was actually using the dryer. This was quite an occasion, as Mom much prefered to hang clothes outside because they smelled so nice from the fresh air and it saved electricity. (Mom was green before it was cool.) Anyway, she finished loading the clothes in the dryer, closed the door, and turned in on.

"Ka-Bang! Ka-Bang!"

I came running in and Mom opened the dryer door as quickly as she could. Out sprang Tiger. He must have leapt six feet straight out from the dryer before his paws hit the floor. Mom was horrified and I was so laughing so hard I couldn't talk. Tiger raced to the other end of the house, dashed up the stairs, and pouted under my parents' bed for hours. Mom couldn't stop apologizing.

Going back even farther, when I was in grad school at Syracuse, I took care of my friend Rita's cat Zelda over Christmas break while Rita was away. Mom, who had never let us have pets, said I could bring Zelda home. She was a very well-behaved guest for the most part. We had one of those big old color TV's that got really warm on top. Zelda loved the heat and would lie on the TV on her back, with her head hanging down over the top of the screen. Given the state of network television at the time, Zelda was indoubitably more amusing that what we were watching.

I believe it was New Year's Day, not Christmas, when Zelda made her move. We were at the dining room table, enjoying a delicious turkey dinner (having had ham at Christmas) when we heard a distinct thump! from the kitchen. We all looked at each other quizzically, and then I went racing into the kitchen. There on the counter was Zelda, stalking the turkey as though she were a lioness on the savanna, stalking a gazelle. Despite the poetry of the image, Zelda got no turkey that day.

I see it's time for me to go to Peggy's for this year's Christmas ham. For all of you and your pets today, I wish all the best. As always,

"May your days be merry and bright,

And may all your Christmases be white."

- Maureen

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Maureen's Lunch

We were out to celebrate Maureen's new job at Alchemy, in Gloucester, MA. The previous summer I had taken my Aunt Martha there and she had pronnounced the Cobb Salad to be the best she had ever eaten. Since my Aunt Martha was over 90 years of age I thought that was a pretty strong endorsement! Maureen is particular about food and this was a celebration in her honor. I knew I could trust Alchemy to do it up right. After a wonderful lunch the four of us decided to split a Strawberry Shortcake. The square plate, the oval spoons like metal petals amid the smear of remains ....well I had to preserve the moment. So, to the left is the evidence of a great desert: all the memories and none of the calories.
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