Blonde moment

And the silver spoon.

Monday, September 11, 2006

Here’s to September 11th

A day to celebrate consecutive odd numbers, especially those within families.
A day to celebrate starting a pattern, even one by chance.
A day to celebrate life.
A day to celebrate my new hair cut, and I look cute if I do say so myself.
A day to celebrate an exciting AL Central Race.
A day to go to the Twins game with a devoted fan.

Sure, I’m going to a September 11th remembrance….
My Birthday.

The only one I have.

Happy Birthday to me, and happy consecutive odds to my sisters. The pattern wouldn’t work without 9/11.
PS (To Claire Jarvis, where ever you are, Happy Birthday To You! Happy Birthday, Jane Horn! Happy Birthday to Grandma Kulzer! Happy Birthday to everyone else who shares the day!)

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

I like football, but…

HermionyGonzo and I were walking around the Grandstand at the State Fair and saw a table for the Minnesota Vixen, the Eden Prairie based woman’s professional football league (WPFL). I expressed my feelings of disbelief that such a thing as a woman’s professional football leagues exists. HG pointed out that it’s a free country and if women wanted to play football, they should be able to. I agree in principle. I did point out, though, that doesn’t mean they have a right to be profitable or that people should be subject to watching it should they wish to avoid such a thing.

Apart from the immediate family I grew up with, in most cases, men spend more money on sports then women. And most men are more passionate about sports then women (HG and my mom being two very notable exceptions to this rule). So, the market audience is not women who do not watch football, rather women who do watch football and men. I have a hard time believing that men who watch football would prefer women’s football to men’s football, unless mud and scanty outfits were involved. And if mud and scanty outfits were involved, it would resemble mud wrestling more then football. Plus, I personally suspect that Mom and HG would rather watch men beat each other up then women beat each other up.

Anyway, the point of a professional team is to generate profit for the team owners. I have a difficult time believing that the WPFL will be profitable. And when the league becomes defunct, I imagine that the sexism of society will be blamed. In a case like this, equality is not an issue, rather marketable product. And women, dressed like me, beating each other up over a football does not seem to appeal to the masses. Women have the right to go and play football, and even in an organized league, if they so choose. Markets, not gender, determine profitability.

Besides, it’s not as if the Vixens have a winning record. And it isn’t like even the Star Tribune follows them.

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Reassurance that I am REALLY not that odd

No, I really must not be that odd. Or others are as odd as I, which means I’m not the only one. OK, so one of my beanie kitties was deployed with Josh and occasionally writes notes to my other beanie kitties (there are very few cross specie friendships among the beanies). And so, occasionally my beanies like to use the web cam to visit with Josh’s beanie baby. (I have such a good husband for humoring my abnormalities.)

But, let us consider bobble heads. Specifically one Ralphie Bobble Head. Apparently said Ralphie either ran away and converted or he was kidnapped by terrorists.

The point is, why take life so seriously? And secondarily, do men really miss bobble heads all that much? And if men miss bobble heads so much, does Josh miss the Torii Hunter Bobble Head? Sad if he does, because the Torii Hunter Bobble Head still hasn’t written anything to Josh. Ingrate.

By the way, for those interested, Aria and Lambie have decided to accompany HermionyGonzo, Shanainai, and me to see “The Illusionist.” Aria is a beanie kitty and HermionyGonzo and Shanainia are the twins. (I am hoping that Lambie is self explanatory.)

Saturday, September 02, 2006

Different things

Josh updated his blog and I’ve been messing with his links. Mom and I went to the farmers market this morning. One thing I noticed is that it is DARK outside. People think I’m a little odd for hoping the summer ends and that we get on with the fall. I have things to look forward to this winter and spring. I cannot wait until this deployment is done with.

I got little egg plants at the farmers market. I like egg plant. It’s nice to have little ones as opposed to big ones because you only have to cut up the one or two you are going to eat and save the rest for later. If you live alone cutting up a big egg plant can be a waste. Egg plant goes well with zucchini. You know… even if Josh were here, cutting up a big egg plant might be a waste. I’m not sure if he likes egg plant. It’s purple. Josh likes purple. So it would make a measure of sense in my world to assume he likes egg plant because it’s purple. He likes plums… one wishes one could assume that specific colors would lead to a preference in taste based on color alone. Sigh.

Josh has been doing iMarriage over in Iraq. It’s really cool that the military permits/sponsors/allows whatever the military does in this situation opportunities like that.

Time to make sure the electric blanket is working (it is).

I have spot on my foot that is blister prone. Perhaps I need new shoes. Perhaps I need new socks. Perhaps a little of both.

I did 4 mph for a half hour today. I may again tomorrow. I may not. But I felt good after. This also means that I only did a 15 minute work up and cool down.

Does everyone know what Monday is? The 11 month anniversary! Yeah, my husband has been gone for 11 months. I haven’t seen him for almost six. I won’t see him for a few more but only for two weeks.
Speaking randomly about food and longing for the presence for ones husband… So let’s say you wanted to pull a mean and nasty trick on someone (and who would really want to do that). It’s getting to be squash harvest soon. And lets say one would prefer ones family eat less starchy foods but still likes to make tomato sauce. One could make spaghetti squash and use that instead of noodles (it is very good, by the way, with some sautéed minced garlic, onions, chives, and basil). Just a thought. I have successfully pulled it off. I was also serving tofu parmesan. But I didn’t serve it to Josh. I’m not sure if he’d go for tofu parmesan. I still bet I could convince him that spaghetti squash would be an adequate substitute for noodles, but he pays attention to me when I’m cooking, so I wouldn’t be able to trick him.

Friday, September 01, 2006

Thank you Staff Sgt Hanson

Staff Sgt. Hanson , "May the Lord bless you and keep you. May the Lord make his face shine upon you and be gracious unto you. May the Lord look upon you with favor and give you peace. Amen."

Rex Montis.