At first I was puzzled.
Posted: April 8, 2008 Filed under: Uncategorized 5 Comments »What would make a business associate of mine put this on my Facebook wall?
I pondered this. Maybe she leads a secret life? Maybe she hates me. Maybe she just thinks this is funny.
Hmmm.
I use Facebook mostly for business reasons – so somehow, this seems a little inappropriate.
I looked into it a little and found out that this is a trick. A mean, stupid, juvenille trick. When you click to see the ‘rest’ it forwards to all your Facebook contacts.
So all around the country, my clients and colleagues are asking, “Why do you think Wendy posted that inappropriate image on my Fun Wall?”
I feel like such a dolt.
Ramones cover – I Want to Be Sedated.
Posted: April 7, 2008 Filed under: Uncategorized 2 Comments »Definitely worth the watch.
And for those who don’t know the original (Mom) here it is:
Please, tell me more.
Posted: April 6, 2008 Filed under: Spouse 2.0 7 Comments »I went to a CAbi party the other night. I usually steer clear of home parties, but I really like the woman who was hosting this and she made it seem very low key. And I had heard this clothing line was nice and moderately priced. So on a gross rainy night, I went.
I did actually buy a few pieces. And I love them.
Fast forward to the next day. I was telling Andrew about my purchases. Then I realized he looked… how should I say? Bored? So I asked him if he was tired of talking about my clothes.
Andrew’s response: “Talking about your clothes is my third favorite subject.”
Wendy: I know what your first two are.
Andrew: Not those.
Wendy: Then what?
Andrew: Your hair and your shoes.
I love this guy.
Beet Balls.
Posted: April 4, 2008 Filed under: diet, Food, memories 8 Comments »
I was compelled to write about one of my favorite foods after reading Jenne’s recent brussel sprout experience. After I read her post, all I could think about was brussel sprouts. Yummy, pan-fried, and hot. OMG. I love those things.
Anyway, those brussel sprouts reminded me of pickled beets.
Really?
Yes, well probably because no one likes either. No one except me, that is.
I love, love, love pickled beets. When I was pregnant (for about 3-1/2 years!), I ate 4-5 jars of that stuff a week. I am not kidding you. I was a beet fiend. It’s a wonder I didn’t turn red.
Oddly, my kids all loved beets as babies, toddlers, and bigger kids. I used to serve them as dessert and tell them how lucky they were that I would share my precious beets with them.
And they believed me for the longest time. That is until they acquired friends who knew better.
Harumph.
Whatever, more beets for me.
So one day, my sister-in-law (the one who is married to that guy who wrote peach on the wall) had these McCutcheon beet balls. And she shared.
OMG. A new level of beet-dom. I loved those little baby pickled beets.
I would drive the 35 miles – all the way to Frederick – to get them. (I did sometimes get to meet a friend from Hagerstown there!) I’d buy them by the case.
It started to be too much trouble. I could get used to the Aunt Nellie’s again. They’re not little balls. And the flavor is a little off… but they’re good. I mean, I had about 63,700 of them in the 3-1/2 knocked up years (that’s 70 beets per jar/5 jars per week/42 weeks) and a whole lot more before and since. So clearly, I think they’re acceptable.
But they’re not beet balls.
I even went to a nice orchard near my in-laws home and bought their homemade beet balls. They were a bit of a let-down.
For the most recent holidays, my parents came over with a box for me and an envelope for Andrew. He got a gift certificate and I got….wait for it….a 6-pack of McCutcheon’s beet balls. I was ecstatic.
I know this has been a long story, but here’s the point…
I ate my last beet ball today. The last ball from the last jar.
I guess I’m going to Frederick.
Anyone up for a ride? There’s a Roy Rogers on the way….
Thursday Thirteen.
Posted: April 3, 2008 Filed under: 13 Leave a comment »
Davis will be 13 soon.
13.
Every week, I take him for his Hebrew tutoring and I must say (no bias here) that he is doing very well. His teacher seems very pleased.
So far, so good.
What I love about going with him is the venue. Class is held in the library at our synagogue.
I love libraries (not just because I’m in the info biz), but this is even more special. Here are 13 things I noticed at yesterday’s lesson:
1) The sun shining in through the stained glass window. The design is a vibrant collage of the Torah, a dove and an olive branch.
2) The framed torn yellow fabric with the Star of David/Jude.
3) A very cool mod clock. (think MOMA)
And, believe it or not, a lot of books. Including….
6) The Talmud Steinsaltz edition
8 ) O Jerusalem – this book was on our bookshelf when I was a kid.
9) To Be A Jew – this one too!
10) The Jewish Book of Why – this one too!
12) Justice at Neurenberg- Conot (you can read this online)
13) IDIOT’S Guide to the Bible. (seriously?)
I got this in my email.
Posted: April 2, 2008 Filed under: Uncategorized 3 Comments »I did not request it. It came from “Assistant” at some unknown email address.
WTF? Does some bot think I need more roughage?
Recipe: Overnight Fruit Salad
Ingredients
1 small head cabbage, shredded (about 5 cups)
1 15oz can pineapple chunks, well drained
2 11oz cans mandarin orange sections, drained
2 cups seedless green grapes
1/3 cups light raisins
1 1/2 cups cubed Edam cheese
1 8oz carton lemon yogurt
1 cup dairy sour cream
Instructions :
1. Place cabbage on bottom of large salad bowl.
2. Top with pineapple chunks, mandarin orange sections, grapes and raisins. Sprinkle cheese atop.
3. Combine yogurt and sour cream; spread over salad, sealing to edge of bowl 4. Cover and refrigerate for 4 to 24 hours. If desired, garnish with lemon and lime twist, curly endive, and a grape.
Peach.
Posted: April 2, 2008 Filed under: memories, work 9 Comments »
When I was a little girl, my brother wrote ‘PEACH’ on the cinder block wall in the playroom. In peach-colored crayon.
When my parents saw the graffiti, my brother blamed it on me. Never mind that I wasn’t old enough to spell the word ‘peach’ or to even read. But somehow, it fell on me.
Not to say my mother was gullible, but seriously, how could she think that I did it? But anyway…
I held onto this for… I don’t know…. 30 years?And finally, he admitted it. (Though he’d probably deny it if you asked him now.) And it makes me wonder.
Why did I need him to vindicate me? I knew I did right. I knew I would never write on the wall. I knew I couldn’t spell peach. And somewhere, deep down, I knew that my parents knew it, too.
Am I that insecure?
Fast forward to… now.
I don’t know how to say this exactly. But I need positive feedback, reinforcement, encouragement. Sometimes more than I’d like to admit.
I know I’m good at my job. And yet, when I do extensive reading of other people in adjunct careers, I feel insecure and less able. I am NOT saying this so you’ll tell me how great I am. I don’t really lack confidence in my work. What I lack is the belief that what I do and think has the effect on anyone the way that others’ work/writings/actions have that effect on me.
I know. It sounds silly.
And just like I should have had the confidence that my mom knew I did not write peach on the wall (and I did NOT even if you-know-who won’t admit it again), I wish I had the same confidence in myself now.
The world is changing and is so exciting. I want to be a part of it. I believe that I am a part of it. But I’m struggling to find my place. And my footing.
Bear with me. I think I finally found the right path.
More to come.
My apologies.
Posted: April 1, 2008 Filed under: Uncategorized 5 Comments »I’ve never really been good at practical jokes. So thanks for humoring me about the April Fool’s post. I really appreciate your nice comments.
Real post coming.
But first, I need to spend a little more time in the 70-degree weather.
Can you believe? It’s amazing!
The towel.
Posted: April 1, 2008 Filed under: memories 12 Comments »
I’m throwing it in. The towel, that is.
Let me back up.
I’ve been online since the mid-80′s. My brother taught me how to upload and download data for my job at an ad agency. Until then? I knew nothing. (I actually despised computers.) But when one of the agency partners came in and said we’d landed a huge piece of business and all we had to do was get the capability of data transfer, the place was silent. No one knew how to do that. Surely not me. But I volunteered to learn. BY THE NEXT MORNING. So my bro stayed up all night with me and taught me how. That was nice, don’t you think?
Turns out, I had a knack for this sort of geek-dom. Who knew? (I had previously thought I was a wee-bit cool, but at this point recognized I was delusional.)
I got a PC (286 turbo) for home. No modem. Later, I got an Apple computer and 2400 baud modem. I was an account exec on the GEnie business and was online all the time. This was 1991. There were no pictures. Seriously. And you needed to know DOS. Oh and for those of you who think you pay too much to your ISP, the initial price for GEnie connection, at both 300 bits per second and the then-high-speed 1200 bits per second, was $5-$6 per hour during “non-prime-time” hours (evenings and weekends) and $36 an hour (to discourage daytime use) otherwise, later adjusted to $6 per hour and $18 per hour, respectively. There was a surcharge for the speedy 2400 modem speed. Gaming was big – text-based multiplayer gaming. It was geared to the single guy, pizza and beer crowd. But I digress.
I loved being online – and aside from the sluggish rate of data download (I could read a book while I waited!), it was really fun. I wrote a whitepaper for the agency that discussed the future of online. I did the research and all. I predicted that everyone would be online and some of the things that they’d be doing. Oh, and there would be pictures and graphic user interfaces. And no one would need to be technical anymore.
The online world today is way more than I ever dreamed. The possibilities are virtually unending. Between the consumer generated content (blogs, pages, reviews) and communication (I.M., twitter, email) and network opps (Facebook, LinkedIn, MySpace) there is so much to do, so much to see, so much to learn.
I’ve loved every minute of it, especially writing this blog.
But lately, it’s too much. I’m exhausted. I can’t blog and keep up on the trends and network and do my job and tend to my family. So I’m turning it off. No more blogging or email or IM. I’m pulling the plug.
If you want to reach me, I’m keeping the phone. Just the landline. Don’t bother calling my cell.
