Throwback Thursday: Winter, 1999

No date on the back of this photo, but I bought this sweatshirt while I was working at the Disney store. I started there in fall of 1998. The cut and color of my hair makes me think this was post wedding #1. Plus, that looks like a Christmas popcorn “gift” tin that Mom would receive from her students.

This is my 'fake happy for photo' pose.

This is my ‘fake happy for photo’ pose.

Items of note:

  • I still have that Disney sweatshirt.
  • Mom’s wall is faux-finished, as one did in the 90s.
  • Remember when you wanted your eyeglasses to be as small and unobtrusive as possible?
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    The Macaroni and Cheese button is REAL!

    After years of chasing packages that were “lost” by the post office and/or the maintenance office at the Dee-luxe Apartment in the sky, it is a joy and a pleasure to order from the internet and have the boxes on my doorstep when they are supposed to be. Therefore, one of the first things we did as a homeowner was join Amazon Prime.

    And it is niiiiice. It’s especially nice for keeping on top of dog food. Running low on the wet food we mix with the dry food to keep Max interested in eating? Order it and it’s here in two days. That said, Amazon has come up with an idea that I thing pushes things a little far. They’ve come up with Dash Buttons – wee wireless devices that you can stick around your house and when you push the button it connects to your wireless network and orders items for you.

    What does this mean?

    I can now order Macaroni and Cheese with the push of a button.

    Don’t get me wrong – I am as lazy as any other person, but when I see I need more of (item) I am literally only steps away from any of my devices that could do the same thing. And I think a button for something as basic and crappy for you as Kraft Macaroni and Cheese is not good for us AT ALL.

    Besides, I only eat classy sides like Velveeta Shells and Cheese.

    However, I do think they are missing the boat on a feminine products dash button. I’d slap that widget right in the bathroom and make the rest of the time until glorious menopause arrives easy-peasy. (It can be sponsored by Discovery’s Shark Week. You’re welcome, Amazon.)

    Or a Nyquil button to avoid that panic you feel after you’ve slugged down the last mouthful and are now too inebriated to go get more.

    (disclaimer: not a sponsored post, no affiliate links, I suck, blah blah blah)

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    Modern Romance book review

    Modern RomanceModern Romance by Aziz Ansari
    My rating: 4 of 5 stars

    Why is it so hard to meet The One?

    In this book Aziz Ansari looks at the modern dating world in a way that only a stand-up comic who double-majored in business and biology can. It’s humor backed up by data, which is always the way to my non-fiction loving heart.

    I thought it was going to be a completely different book and was pleasantly surprised. He stared a subreddit and held focus groups around the world to find out how people are dating and mating these days. He partnered with a sociologist and statisticians. It’s a witty, fascinating read.

    But if you’re an Academic, you have access to much more substantial books and bodies of research than this one. This one is for us plebes who grabbed our BAs and ran for the college door.

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    Drink and cry

    Every now and then WM and I travel separately. Sometimes he goes to visit his family solo. Sometimes I travel for work. It’s how it goes and while we’re never apart for long, sometimes we are apart.

    It's a 7 year old picture but it fits.

    It’s a 7 year old picture but it fits.

    I don’t know what he does when I’m not here. From his tellings he pretty much does the same thing he does when I AM here. Me? I go into some sort of adolescent bacchanal state. I stock up on hummus, pita bread, wine, cheese, genoa salami, chocolate cake, wine, chips, wine, etc. I don’t wear pants. I bellow showtunes. And one night I do what I call the Drink and Cry.

    It is what it says. I drink wine and make myself cry. I cry over the injustices of the world and our country. Massacres and racism and stupid shit. There is a bunch of self-pity cry in there too because I am a human bean and can’t help it. Dead friends, dead family, dead pets, dead dreams. But sometimes I need to grease the wheels a bit to get a good cry going.

    Here, readers, is my Drink and Cry list.

    Some light reading:

    Back to videos… From Les Miz 10th anniversary…

    • I Dreamed a Dream (“He slept a summer by my side / He filled my days with endless wonder / He took my childhood in his stride / But he was gone when autumn came”) Sing it, sister.
    • Fantine’s Death (“Look, monsieur! Where all the children play!”)

    Truth be told, I rarely make it past UP!

    Once I’m done, I feel so much lighter and better. I’m a weeper and most of the time I hold it in because it’s just not acceptable to cry whenever I feel like it. It’s messy too. So it’s nice to have a time when I can let loose and only have to apologize to the dogs afterward.

    (It took me four months to be able to finish this post, by the way!)

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