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A Message About Sex

Herein follows another public service announcement as a promise to my friend Jeff.

About a month ago, I purchased a book written by a local author, Charla Muller. The subject of this book has garnered her national attention, in some circles, that is men, attention of great regard and respect, and in others, that is, women, attention of great scorn and notoriety.

You see, Charla wrote a book describing her birthday present to her husband, sex every day for one year. Since reviews of the book ran in the Charlotte Observer and the New York Times, men all across the country have been happily clipping it and leaving on the breakfast table next to their wives’ cereal bowls as a hint, and as evidence that the secret is out, it is physically possible for a women to provide for certain needs if only she makes her mind up to do so. And predictably, women all across the country, have read the article with distaste and subsequently etched Muller’s name into their mental vendetta list as a woman who has betrayed them.

Last week, my friend Jeff and I were discussing how the standards of beauty have changed over the decades. There is a much greater standard for coiffing, plucking eyebrows, styling hair, wearing stylish, fitted clothes, accessorizing…In the conversation, I attempted to mention a few amusing paragraphs that Muller dedicates to this subject. However, I never got past “Muller.” The mention of her name sent my friend into a long, uninterupptable soliloquy about what a wonderful human being Muller is, how grateful he is to her, how special and amazing he thinks she is. Jeff is not a reader particularly and he hasn’t read Muller’s book. But he knows all he needs to know about her. He is fully aware of the book’s subject matter and thinks a greater woman has not walked the planet. He is ready in fact, to have her name tattooed across his body, I believe in multiple places. He proclaimed, “I love that woman,” no less than twenty times in the space of as many minutes. “I wish every woman would listen to her and hear her message!!”

“Whoever said that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, wasn’t a man,” he asserted emphatically. “In the ranking of things a man loves, food is going to be a distant second, way down on the list compared to sex. If a woman can’t cook, a guy isn’t going to care if he has to order carry out every night. But if a woman doesn’t give him “something else,” it’s not like he can go to a store to get it. If a wife gives her husband that, the rest really doesn’t matter that much.” By the time he was done singing the praises of Muller eight hours later, it was time to leave work. (It was disappointing news really, because I’ve spent a lot of effort trying to be a good cook.)

He begged me to do whatever I could to spread this message, so I promised him I would. Here is a link to Charla’s website. Just please, don’t print this post and leave it beside your wife’s cereal bowl unless you trim off the website name first.

God is Greek

God is Greek. In case you were wondering with all the religions in the world who is right, I can tell you unequivocally that he (or she-not enough evidence about that yet) is Greek. So whatever the Greeks believe, go with them.

Here’s the proof:
1) First of all, most obviously, Greek people get to live in Greece. That’s pretty compelling evidence on its own, but since Italians also get to live in Italy, it wasn’t enough information to create a conclusive case. To be honest, Italy is so breath-taking that until this morning, I was convinced that God was Italian. Only favored people could live in a land that magnificent.

2) Greeks have all those delicious desserts and Phyllo dough. It is Godly delicious food. Phyllo dough itself is wondrous and has many times made me seem a far better and more interesting cook than I actually am. It is the only food that is a close second to crabs. Let’s consider another fact, who invented the word ambrosia? The Greeks. And what is their food? Ambrosia.

3) I had another point of evidence, but I can’t remember it at the moment. It was very compelling though.

4) And finally, the irrefutable proof that God is Greek, this weekend is the annual Greek Festival in Charlotte. Last night we looked at the forecast and it was projected to rain all weekend from Hanna. It would have been the only time that I can remember there being rain during the Greek Festival. This morning, though, the forecast has changed completely. The rain turned north and we’ll have nothing but sunny skies for the rest of the weekend.

For some reason, the Indian Festival, which is normally in April, and is always held indoors, is also being held this weekend. “What are they thinking?” my friends and I have queried to each other. You cannot compete with the Greek Festival. It is one of the biggest annual events in Charlotte, and is the kind of thing you plan vacations around. If for some reason, you had a brain lapse and left town the first weekend in September, you’d be sorely disappointed when you realized what you had done. For years you would berate yourself, “I can’t believe I missed the Greek Festival that time.” I know. We missed it once, not from leaving town, but just from being stupid. I’m still regretting it.

Last night when I saw rain, a lot of rain, in the forecast, I had a moment of doubt. I worried for the Greek Festival, but was comforted that the Indians might get more traffic since their event is indoors. As it turns out, nothing can stop the Greek Festival.

So, there you have it. God is Greek.

Personally, we couldn’t miss either festival. Later today my husband, a handful of friends and I will head out with our Tupperware, as we always do to avoid Styrofoam waste, and will make our way through the dessert line at Yiasou, ordering at least one of everything to bring home for dessert throughout the week. We’ll have a Gyro and some spanikopita, browse the Greek gift shops, admire the ornate chess sets, consider buying one, but decide against it, watch the Greek dancers for a bit, and catch up with a handful of people that we inevitably bump into for the first time in several years.

Next, we’ll head over to the Indian Festival and gorge ourselves on Indian food. Then, like a human Weeble, we’ll waddle over to any place we can find to sit down and will do what we do every year, we’ll look at each with dismay, full of the discomfort that only eater’s remorse can give you, and we’ll say, “I shouldn’t have eaten so much.” “Yup,” we’ll nod in unison, resolving to do better, but knowing in our hearts that neither of us will ever have willpower over the Indian food. Just this year, we’ll have started with the Greek food first.

On second thought, maybe God is from Charlotte. Who gets to have both a Greek Festival and an Indian Festival in the same weekend, but his favorites? Nah. We don’t have crabs or baseball.

Scenes in Charlotte

Though usually I like to encourage you to save your money so that you might amass enough to live your dreams, a photographer friend of mine is publishing his photobook of street scenes in Charlotte. He’s a fine photographer and a wonderful human being, so I’m pushing his book, hoping that it will sell a few copies. If you don’t buy it, at least flip through the pictures. That’s free though it doesn’t much help my friend. :-)

Voting

North Carolina is holding it’s primary today. It seems like it took forever for this particular election day to arrive. I want to keep this post positive so I won’t say much except that, I harbor no positive feelings for anyone in the current administration and have felt frustrated for a long time with the shenanigans that we have let them get away with. I would love to see many of them locked behind bars until their skeletons turn to dust. I’ll stop there.

When I cast my vote a few minutes ago, I felt a little choked up. For one, when I vote, I feel lucky that I have some reasonable certainty that my vote will be counted (at least in this election). On the Likert scale, I’d choose “I agree somewhat.” In the 90s I would have chosen “strongly agree,” but we all know the awful stories and all about the cronies who control the machines.

The other reason, the primary one (so to speak) why I felt a little tickle in my throat is that when I pushed the “cast ballot” button, I voted for a change, a change for which our country has long awaited. I’m hopeful once again. With Obama, there is a prospect of a president who is still close to his ideals, who hasn’t been in Washington long enough to be ruined by the tit-for-tat game of politics, compromising his fundamental beliefs and selling out on one count to get his way on something else.

Maybe I’m wrong and Obama isn’t all he promises, but from where I stand now, I see a man who is intelligent, thoughtful, articulate, and values the people and the future of this country. I believe that he will make decisions that have nothing to do with growing his own purse, that he won’t be in Washington because he has an ego bigger than the state of Texas. It will be refreshing to have a president who has integrity, who refused to participate in the mud-slinging, who is so good that he could be elected for who he is and what he stands for, instead of lifting himself up only by pushing others down through lies and spin and hatefulness.

There will be a lot of pressure on Obama. He will inherit a costly war that seems to have no desirable way out, an economy is that is floundering by many counts, a staggering national debt, a country with a lot of corporate welfare and comparatively little social welfare, an agenda to reform the health care industry, and damaged foreign relations. He has his work cut out for him. Obama will succeed though, better than maybe anyone else could. His ego will not blind him the way it does others. He will be open to diverse opinions and will be able to make informed choices instead of operating in a tightly-controlled, single-focused, top-down hierarchy of secret agendas where only “facts” that concur are discussed. Obama won’t have to wait on creating green policies while he rearranges his stock portfolio. Obama won’t have to disguise pro-pollution laws in environmentally-friendly names.

Obama’s election campaign showed us his cool-headed poise and grace, his ability to think quickly on his feet and respond eloquently when he had no scripts to tell him what to say. The only controversies with Obama were contrived and hollow. For the voters who couldn’t see through them, Obama responded with characteristic dignity and brilliance.

Obama’s agenda will be what is best for our country as a whole. Perhaps he will help re-create a country that we’ll be proud to pass to future generations.

That is what I see in Obama and that is why I am hopeful today.

Emerging from the Sofa

I haven’t been blogging lately because we have been occupied with company. On Friday, my mom drove all the way from Baltimore to visit with us. We had a wonderful time even though it forced me to leave my safe place from the right corner of the sofa to experience life in a way similar to how I used to before my husband came along with television and high-speed Internet. (I blame him for all my sedentary ways.)

Of course we had a lovely visit with my mom and I had to resist the urge to kidnap her when she left on Monday morning. It’s so hard to say goodbye to someone you love and miss so much. If only the weekends went as slowly as the work days, but in an enjoyable sort of way.

Here are some pictures from the weekend fun, a hike at Dupont Park and watching the whitewater Olympic trials at the National Whitewater Center right here in Charlotte.



At least when your visitors go, they leave behind nice memories and a clean house (sometimes it seems like the only way to get the house clean).

Spring Days

The weather here today is GORGEOUS! I’m working from home and when I let the cat outside, I realized that I have no choice but to resign. How can I be expected to continue working when there are trails that need to be hiked in this beautiful weather?

The streets of my subdivision are lined with Bradford Pears and their white blossoms have just popped out in beautiful synchrony. It’s my favorite thing about Spring how all of nature seems to be having a silent conversation, working together to bring joy to us after the cold and lifeless winter.

It’s so gorgeous here in fact, that it distracted me from Spring Training. I just looked at the clock and noticed the game started forty minutes ago without my watchful eye on the box. Gotta go. Os winning…

Hope your Spring day is just as beautiful and joyful!

Near Death Experience

Yesterday was a fun day. First my husband and I rode the new light rail in Charlotte for the first time. The “Blue Line.” As if there were another. I loved it! Loved it, loved it, loved it! I grew up riding public transportation, to high school, to the library, to the Inner Harbor, wherever I wanted to go. Light rail and subways though are the ultimate in my mind. No traffic jams, you get to relax, no parking hassles, and you can drink as much as you want when you go out! What could be better?

I spent two months in Spain years ago and in every European city I have ever visited, I have envied them their extensive rail systems. For my honeymoon a couple of years ago, we traveled all around Italy completely by train and it was a lovely experience.

Before the light rail opened here, all we heard was morons bitching, moaning, and groaning about how no one will use it and what a waste of money it will be. How amazingly short-sighted people are! As it turns out, people LOVE the light rail and ridership has far exceeded what even the city planners expected. Last night there was a game at the “Bobcats Arena” and the train was chock-a-block! No one will ride it indeed! Yes, of course, people would rather sit in traffic inhaling fumes, getting their blood pressure up instead of riding the train, relaxing, reading the paper or listening to an IPod when the option is available.

So last night, thanks to the train, we had a fun night out with dinner and drinks downtown. Before all the drinking, the hubby and I headed to an RV show. Thinking that we had narrowed down the options, we decided this time to focus on a low-priced fifth-wheel, the stablest of the trailers. As usual, we left more confused than when we arrived. We’re told that an RV loan is tax-deductible as a second home. A smart salesman told us all about people who transport trailers for you and how some people park them at desirable locations such as the beach. That would solve the problem of where to store the trailer and provide a guaranteed beach vacation whenever we want. So now we’re thinking, maybe we want something a little nicer if we’re going to be keeping it as a “second home?”

Lots of fun decisions ahead.

Then I almost ended it all this morning. I went into our partially finished attic to marvel at the husband’s handiwork. A colossal klutz my whole life, it only took ten minutes for me to stick my foot through the ceiling of the unfinished part. The beam I was holding onto wasn’t secure, so when it came loose, so did I. Now the husband has a nice hole in the garage ceiling to fix, a fact that was made known to me as he helped me wiggle my trapped foot free. I suggested that he would have been happier if I had fallen all the way through the ceiling. Let’s just say that his non-committal response will be greeted with an equally non-committal response tomorrow morning, if you catch my drift.

Snow!

We got snow! It wasn’t enough to close the office, but Charlotte schools are closed today. Only the grass holds onto the light dusting of snow. The rain has washed the streets of dirt and snow alike. Tomorrow morning, the roads may have patches of ice, but by tomorrow evening, all will be melted, dry, and a memory. The snow must be enjoyed today as it may be years, literally, before we see any again.

There wasn’t much to photograph, but here’s what snow in Charlotte looks like:



Yes, I do understand why you’re laughing.

Weather Update

In case you’ve had a hard time concentrating waiting on my latest weather update, rest easy, it’s here. I would hate for you to lose sleep worrying about this the same way I’m wondering if Mindpinball gets sucked into “American Idol.” (He will. He will.)

Here’s the latest according to Weather.com, which is generally useless in these matters.

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Unknown? That’s a first. Are frogs a possibility? How about money? I’d take money over snow!

Here’s the more detailed prediction:

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Only one inch of snow. I doubt we’ll get even that much, but again, reports say Atlanta is getting snow and that is a very, very good sign. For a change, I’m not the only one excited about the prospect of snow. Even the newscasters are saying, “I feel like a kid again.” We all seem to be wishing for it and since we all know the Laws of Attraction are true, there’s more proof that we’ll get a good blizzard with all of us wishing so hard for one.

Before a snow storm here there are two hard and fast rules. One is that upon the first utterance of the word “snow” everyone is directed to immediately proceed to the grocery story and load up on groceries. I forgot ! I can’t believe it. I even drove past the grocery store tonight. Our refrigerator is nearly empty too apart from emergency frozen eggrolls and beer.

Rule number two is that the news channels find a Yankee, which isn’t difficult, and interview him to get his take on Charlotte’s reaction to the weather forecast. You can always tell the new Northerners because, predictably, they mock Charlotteans for getting worked up over a couple of inches of snow. What the idiot newcomers don’t realize is that there are plenty of us here from the North. We know how to drive in snow, we just don’t want to drive in snow. We want a damned snow day for a change, and if we all conspire to pretend we can’t remember how to drive in the snow, we might actually get a freaking day off!

The stinking salt trucks were already out salting the roads as early as four p.m. today. It takes a nuclear holocaust to close our office and I’ll have to work from home tomorrow anyway, so it’s not like it matters. Still, it doesn’t stop me hoping.

Delicious Wednesday

It’s been an eventful day here, which is to suggest that for most people my day of excitement is the equivalent of what they experience before breakfast.

To start, there is the “Thread Count Settlement” against Bed, Bath, and Beyond. Apparently they lied about the thread count in their sheets, though they said they didn’t but they’re settling anyway. Had I bought any sheets from them, I could be a claimant and then I could receive a whopping $10 gift card or a 20% off coupon to go with my eight other 20% off coupons. Cool, eh?

Okay, I admit that in the realm of exciting, a 20% coupon might not really rank up there. But beat this:

Snow!

Do you see the important word? Snow! I’m not actually getting my hopes up, but here’s the thing. The conditions are right. Every time we’ve had any accumulation in Charlotte, it has come from Atlanta, along the I-85 corridor. The reporters aren’t calling for an accumulation, but again, that makes it even more likely we’ll have one.

Keep your fingers crossed for me. We need a good 36 inches.