4.04.2006

it's not always the best medicine


Last night I was procrastinating going to bed. I had the television on while I read some things on the internet and the blasted laugh track on a sitcom was driving me insane. Apparently we can take the humour training wheels off for movies and certain television shows (blessed Arrested Development, Scrubs and The Office) but for the most part we still need guidance. I'm just so thankful that television producers help me understand that the poorly written line was indeed humorous. Oh, and I just laughed hysterically at that site gag thanks to that exuberant stranger (or computer) spewing from my Sanyo 20". Thanks for all the silly canned giggles to cue my senses about something so very funny. Thanks Hugh. Graham and I have discussed our disdain for the fakeness but all in vain. ABC, NBC, CBC and FOX all fall prey to this haunting sound.

I have no data to back it up, but I think weak sitcoms are directly correlated to the laugh track. One exception to my extensive research, spanning twenty odd years, would be Seinfeld. I have this fantasy about the extinction of canned laughter. In my television Utopia there would be a resurgence of well written comedies sans laugh track. My stomach would hurt and I would need TiVo to rewind the parts I missed due to laughing too hard. My doctor would ask to me to reduce my television consumption due to his concern that I might burst a blood vessel. The rock hard abs I always dreamed of would come to fruition as they would be exercised regularly.

Coming to my senses, I finally turned off the t.v. As I was drifting off to dreamland, I pondered equally obnoxious things... ah, the cheesy commercial jingle. What ranks high on your obnoxious list?

4.03.2006

full circle

My day on Friday started and ended with two different police officers. Once all the dust settled, I found it fairly amusing. On my way to work, an aggressive arsehole sent me in to the turning lane when he chose to take my lane regardless of the fact that our cars were parallel. It scared the living daylights out of me so I gave him a honk. His response was to give me the finger, followed by more hand gestures, followed by the finger, followed by reversing very close to my vehicle, followed by yet more finger wagging. I was silently raging, fantasizing about all the awful, horrible things I would like to do to him. He burned through the light only to cut off yet another innocent driver. I have never called the police to report this kind of behaviour but I was absolutely infuriated by him and the fact that I was now in a horrible mood. So, I took down his plate and called the local police station. The police officer was polite and understanding. He said he would give the driver a "talking to" if they managed to find him, both of us knowing full well it wouldn't happen.

I managed to shake it off, as I had some killer therapy sessions ahead of me. By the time I went to the Guster concert I was fully recovered. On the drive home, Lisa and I were discussing the concert and her impending departure when I suddenly saw flashing lights in my rear view mirror. Terror struck as I asked her "Was I speeding? Did we go through a light?" The officer came to my window and called me by name, well, the phonetic pronunciation. He seemed slightly confused as I told him he had the correct spelling but the pronunciation was different. He then proceeded to tell me my car was flagged as not having insurance. We had to open my trunk as I had left my purse in there during the concert. I showed him my insurance slip that had unfortunately expired a week ago. I assured him I did indeed have insurance but that the new slip was at home, yadda yadda yadda. It was all true but I didn't know if my sweetness and sincerity would fly. He "gave me a pass this time" and then I asked if I had done anything wrong. Apparently I lack a plate light which I didn't know I had to have. I think he was just reaching for a reason to pull this cutie over. Speaking of cute, Lisa was desperately searching for a ring on his finger. I was much relieved and drove on home. I found out later that the section of road I was pulled over in is crawling with police at night. I guess it is the bad part of town... if such a thing exists in this sleepy place.

March 31st will go down as my cop day, while my niece Parker will celebrate the day of her birth. Since being in Utah I've been pulled over twice. In fact, the only time I have ever been pulled over is in the United States. I guess Canadian cops like me or the USA brings me bad karma.

3.26.2006

frustrations and not

There are several things that irk me in life...

1. Word Verification on blogger. I use it to avoid spammers and it's a great tool. But somewhere in my mind I have a verification blocker. I usually type in the wrong letters at least once every four times. Irritating.

2. Being stuck with a narcissist for an inordinate amount of time with no way out (and I mean no way out). *Shudder

3. Gmail ads. I love my gmail account but I noticed recently that when I'm reading an email, ads run along the side that are related to the content of my email. I feel spied on and I don't like it.

4. Little indie kids that create "mosh pits" to bands that are really more dance oriented like oh, say Franz Ferdinand.

There are several things that I like in life...

1. Ange laying the smack down to said indie kids at the Franz Ferdinand/Death Cab for Cutie concert. Displaying all the attitude a teen could muster they said "It's called moshing" as though old gals like ourselves didn't even know what that was. I wanted to tell them what true moshing was but didn't have the energy. Ange said they could do whatever they wanted, as long as they didn't bump in to her. They talked tough, but never did it again. We sensed our age there.

2. Indie kids leaving after Franz, so we could enjoy Ben Gibbard's musical goodness without the irritation.

3. Spending a week with Lisa on her spring break. (Why didn't I become a teacher?) Zion's national park better be ready for our camping extravaganza.

4. Naps on a Sunday afternoon.

The End.

3.22.2006

pen and paper please

Dearest Rhett,

Imagine my luck to discover both of us eating at the same restaurant last night! Your presence was really distracting and I found it difficult to engage in dinner conversation. Would you have thought it strange if I had grabbed your arm as you passed by my table and said "I can't wait to hear you sing live!" Seeing as I've been accosted by a musician, I thought it best not to accost one. Your newest picture on your website makes you look a little too girly. You are much more attractive and manly in person, although a tad short. I'll admit that I have a weakness for musicians, so their hotness is automatically increased by their profession. But Mr. Miller, my jaw would drop even if you didn't sing or play the guitar.

Anyway, I thought the change of shirt for the performance was a good choice. That ugly blue sweater you had on at the restaurant was very early 90s. I didn't know you wore glasses, which were pretty cool. I can see why you took them off to perform... who knew you moved around so much on stage. Speaking of being on stage, you were so damn hot up there. Your voice, as usual, was amazing. I liked the booty shaking moves and how much you swayed your hips. The arm thing you did when you played was cool. Your sex appeal grew even more as your hair got sweaty. I even kinda liked it when I could see the spit fly when you really got in to your singing. The clincher was when you sang "Question" in English and French. I'm a hopeless romantic.

What did you think of the dancing drunk? (click to watch).
He was in the back for most of the gig but wandered up for the encore. He was a riot! So, even though I inhaled plenty of carcinogens, was scared by a coyote and owl on the drive home, and was exhausted all day today, it was well worth it. You're amazing. If that ring ever comes off your finger, maybe you'd consider me your "Four-Eyed Girl".

Your adoring (and not completely crazy) fan,

Aisy

3.16.2006

the phrase i hate


I went to a women's dinner social tonight for my church congregation. I was at a table with a bunch of strangers and we were all doing the small talk thing. They were all a little too boring for my liking but I'm trying to get to know people. This beautiful blonde was across the table from me. She just moved from Nebraska in hopes to find more dating prospects. When it was her turn to dish her bio she talked about her double major degree she had just received. She wasn't sure if she was going to do more school, probably not a masters, but something that if her husband got sick or something she would be trained in a job. Her first degree was one of those liberal arts that doesn't get you a job.

Ack... cough... sigh...

This phrase has bothered me for so long that I can't remember when it started. It's not that I am opposed to women staying at home, in fact most of the women I admire did just that. It's actually a bit of a relief not to be confronted with that decision of work or stay home but anyway, back to sweet Nebraskan. I smiled and nodded but what I really wanted to say was:

What if you don't get ever get married??? (This is an unlikely scenario for this bombshell as the Provo boys will snap her up in an instance, but still). What if you find staying at home just doesn't float your boat and even though your husband is raking in six figures a year, you'd like to do a little work out of the house? Or what if he's perfectly healthy but you really need the second income to stay afloat? What about pursuing what you love regardless of the hypothetical future? Why does it have to come down to your husband? What about YOU?

I know I am heavily biased on this but I just hate, hate, hate that phrase. I suppose if that is how they really feel than they shouldn't have to censor for my easily agitated feminism. There are these really talented, amazing women who just bide their time. They don't pursue the non-husband and family dreams because of the fear that the husband and family dream won't come true if they do. My take has always been to do what I want at the time. If I had done the "work at a job I'm indifferent about because I'll quit when I marry and have kids" I'd be a morose 28 year old. Maybe I'm the naive one but I'd like to think I'm not, and I'm genetically predisposed to think I'm always right.

(Medial Thomas, I hope that was "womany" enough for you. And for a good laugh, check out the rest of Anne Taintors collection)

3.13.2006

i was warned

I spent the weekend in San Diego for a work related trip, with a little fun on the side. Lured by cheap purses, we headed to Tijuana. My friends warned me that it could be depressing but I had been to the Mayan Riviera before so I was undeterred. I had seen poverty there, at least in my tourist bubble I thought I had seen it. We walked across the border on a very cool day. The creaky turnstiles and looming fence only added to the chill in the air. Within minutes of walking the main strip I was approached by a girl of four or five. Cheap charms in one hand and the other outstretched. I politely said "no thank you" but she continued to follow for several feet. Some adult, perhaps her mother, sat in a chair off to the side while several little ones approached different tourists. Inside my heart was breaking and within minutes tears flooded my eyes. I couldn't stop thinking of my little nieces and nephews... the idea of them cold and shivering on the street... begging for money... trained to make money. These precious children should be in preschool or in a swim lesson or playing with their trucks and barbies. I couldn't shake the sick feeling in my stomach, even when the man "proved" the purse was real leather by putting a lighter to it. A large fence is all that divides poverty from riches. You can drive up a hill in TJ and see the "American dream" in San Diego. The grass is green, the houses are nice, it's clean, kids go to school and have a chance. On the hill is shacks, povery, dirt.

How often do we think of how grateful we are for our opportunities? I happened to be lucky enough to be born in a place where it wasn't even a thought of "do we send her to school or teach her how to make money on the streets?" Yes, I was warned but I was reminded again of the need to make a difference in this world that we live.

3.08.2006

when you're not a snowflake

We all want to see ourselves as unique and in some respects we are. Then there are those times when we're not. Sometimes we walk smack-dab in to the middle of a stereotype. Just last week I saw a woman (ahem) at the grocery store with a box of tampons in one hand and a chocolate bar in the other. Haven't we all been there? Well, maybe not exactly there for my male readers, but somewhere close to there.

3.05.2006

the finale

Just like the over-hype of the Oscars, so to is my final post for happy week. To be quite honest, I am looking forward to a blog hiatus.

The one thing that makes me smile the most in my life is my nieces and nephews. I love children's brutal honesty, along with the crazy things they say or do. We send out daily family emails with updates and such. I would say that at least once in the day there is a gem of a story. I love the pictures of the youngest ones starting to smile and the stories of the oldest ones becoming "big kids." It amazes me how fast they grow and how easily they learn.

In 2004 this guy just about did Parker in. Fast forward to 2005 and she has found her first boyfriend. She was just stringing two to three word sentences together when I left. Now she'll chat your ear off. Children remind me of the delight of experiencing your first... like the smile from their first taste of ice cream, the excitement of their first tinkle on the toilet, or the joy of hearing them say your name for the first time. I can't even remember learning to read but I remember the sweetness I felt from hearing my niece and nephew read me a book. One thing I look forward to on my next visit is their hugs and kisses. In my mind there is nothing better!

3.04.2006

the favourite game

I've always disliked those games where you had to list favourites because I like brown just as much as I like pink. Some days I would do nearly anything for dark chocolate and other times I want grapes so damn bad. I think the last time I had clear favourites that lasted more than several hours, days or even months was when I was twelve.

I have plenty of things I am currently enjoying like the band "Camera Obscura." I've been eating lots of cheese combined with various fruits (apple is the top choice). I'm digging this new lip gloss that I really should have bought in LA but just got it two days ago. And finally, I'm really enjoying my friendships down here. Laughing is a good cure for any sort of blues.

3.03.2006

good reads

I've been debating what I should post on day five, as I really had no particular order or thoughts for happy week. My only goal was to see if I could write each day of the week. I feel blogged out but since I already quit one major thing in 2005, I'm not backing down in 2006. Sunday will be the special and final edition... like Ms. Williams says "You go and save the best for last."

Today I'm featuring my two most interesting reads of the last six months. I hadn't heard of Malcolm Gladwell until my parents kept telling me about this "great read." I finally acquiesced and read his second book entitled "Blink." I'm typically a fiction gal, but I ended up loving it. Then last month I read his first book "The Tipping Point." Gladwell has an ability to write repetitively without boring the reader. In fact, it helps the concepts really sink in. Tipping Point explores how change, epidemics, and trends happen. Blink focuses on those judgements and choices that we think we make in the blink of an eye... but are really driven by history and cognition. If you haven't already read them, I highly recommend them. They were absolutely fascinating to me. Why waste your time on overrated drivel like Davinci Code?

3.02.2006

no regrets

Do you find that those weeks you are trying really hard to be nice that lots of "make fun of" moments pop up? I have so much good material, like the idiot woman who just about side swiped me today or the fifty year old obese woman wearing a belly top. Instead of falling prey to temptation I will grace you with my favourite lyric of the moment. It's from "When U Love Somebody" by the Fruit Bats... When you love somebody bite your tongue, all you get is a mouthful of blood. It encapsulates regret, and how often I don't say or do what I feel inside. (It also reminds me that I currently have no man to bite my tongue with!) Thinking about this song brought back memories of my good friend Brian. He and his brother died in a tragic mystery while hiking. They were never found so the assumption is they fell through a crevasse when a storm hit.

I remember being devastated that all I had left of Brian were pictures. At the time I had this habit of deleting emails once I had responded. He had been telling me all about his trip and how life was going for him at the time. I had responded with a good luck and bon voyage and moved it to the trash. So there I was left with no written words from Brian... something I regretted deeply. After that I made sure I had an email saved from every friend and family member. I also ensured that all those people I loved knew it. I was determined not to feel regret again if I were to suddenly lose someone. As time passes it is easy to get back in to a pattern of neglect. With renewed spirit I'm going to spit that blood out of mouth, get stitches, and stop repeating that nasty habit.

And back to the sappiness of love that the song embodies, when I meet my one true I'll remember that... when you love somebody, it's hard to think about anything but to breath.

3.01.2006

afternoon delight

On day three of seven, I thought I'd wow my readers with my poetic skills.

Although it's not yet official,
And my excitement's initial,
If it is true
I'm no longer blue,
As my love for AD is not superficial!

Arrested Development is one of those television gems that makes my week sublime.

2.28.2006

raindrop on roses


Day two of happy week took a detour from what I had originally planned. I love sunshine and blue skies but I also love rain, and I really love lightning storms. I have fond memories of sitting in my parent's room with my dad and other siblings. We'd sit in the dark, waiting in eager anticipation for the room to light up after each thunder clap. So imagine my delight when I left work to see the sky playing with lightning. A rainstorm in winter! Now that's bliss.

And eldest sister, that title goes out to you. I still laugh when I think of that time you sang the wrong lyrics of that song (and at the top of your lungs).

2.27.2006

happy, happy, joy, joy


I've decided to focus this week of blogging to things that I enjoy, find fascinating, is a favourite or generally makes me happy. Today my sister sent me this story. I found it incredible because two little girls can say they are literally "one in a million!" So this kicks off six more days of happy aisy thoughts.

2.25.2006

multiple choice

For the following test, please choose the answer that is most correct:


1. Is the above picture:
a) the head of a doll
b) bad abstract art
c) a close up of a crab
d) my burnt nose

If you chose d, please proceed to the next questions. If you chose a-c then you clearly didn't try hard enough. For questions 2-4 please choose all that are correct:

2. How did the nose in question get burned?
a) too much time in a tanning bed
b) skiing
c) reaction to medication
d) inherited British genes

3. Who is at fault for the burn?
a) my parents for passing on said genes
b) my stupid doctor that didn't tell me about the medication side effects
c) the so-called SPF in my face lotion that apparently didn't work
d) the ditzy girl at the tanning salon that didn't tell me there were new bulbs in the bed
e) mostly my fault for knowing I'm prone to burn

4. What has felt the most soothing on the face in question?
a) cold tap water
b) lotion
c) aloe vera
d) a mixture of oat, honey and banana

for a fuller effect of poor aisy's nose and face


and now for the answers:
1. d
2. b, d (Screwed again by genes, but at least the skiing was fabulous)
3. a, c, (Parents and lotion are always easy targets... I still protest my innocence so e is incorrect)
4. a, b, c (Thank goodness for aloe, water and Jergens lotion, and, um if you happened to choose d, please tell me what a banana is good for other than to ingest)

2.20.2006

what's your favourite fake?


I have to give it to this girl, she opted for tape rather than going under the knife. It's just unfortunate that her secret was caught on film and subsequently all over the internet. I did try to do the nice thing by blurring out her eyes. There is a woman that my friend and I call "Candy Apples" because her name is Candy, is pick thin and has enormously fake breasts. Down here there are lots of fake... nails, hair colour, body parts, tans, and diamonds. The killer combo that makes my skin crawl is acrylic nails, orange tan and platinum blonde hair. Add fake animal print fur to personify tacky.

I'm not completely anti-fake. I have my dentist and bleaching trays to thank for my pearly whites. I also have been known to eat ice cream that isn't made from the purest ingredients. But I don't like hotdogs more than once a year and I really don't like fake nails (did I already say that?) I think I just don't like long nails, real or fake.

Fake, fake, fake. What's your favourite fake?

2.15.2006

only in utah


Growing up in a family of eight, I was often asked if I was Mormon or Catholic. I was puzzled how people figured out I was LDS (Mormon) just based on my family size until I got older and realized that we were a family anomaly. Many LDS families have large families, there is a even jokes about it such as "how do you know you're at a Mormon wedding?" The mother of the bride is the one that's pregnant." While checking my yahoo inbox, I noticed a headline that said "Mother, daughter have babies 90 minutes apart." I thought it would be highly amusing if they were indeed LDS because it would fit so well in to the stereotype. Sure enough when I clicked on the link it was written from Provo, Utah (Mormon central). While most of the humour was lost after I read the story, I still appreciated that our cultural jokes will perpetuate because of real life examples... because if we can't laugh at ourselves, who can we laugh at? I hope the mothers recover well, and that uncle and niece continue to thrive even though they are premature.

2.14.2006

the way to my heart


I sometimes wonder what the perfect gift for me would be. Today I think I found it.

The tricky part would be locating a place that sells it (and I'm not talking about the cheap imitations that came after it). I would want the original. After you see this you'll want one to.

Man, that would be cool. Sweet dreams for me tonight!

2.12.2006

flashing lights

I hate being late, especially when it entails an obvious entrance. I also hate that I have to share a bathroom as it never fails my roommate and I need it at the same time (and she always seems to be one minute ahead of me). So today I was rushing out the door and in an attempt to make it to church on time I chose to go a titch faster than the posted speed limit. Just before the turn to the parking lot I see the flash of red and blue. Dang cop! There was some good and bad news to the whole bit. The good news is that it was a BYU cop and so the ticket won't go on my record. It was also much cheaper than a ticket from a regular cop would be. The bad news is that there was no chance of getting off by saying "I was late to church" because Mr. Police Officer was pulling over all us naughty church goers. There is also very little you can do to lower the ticket. What I want to know is why an LDS church-sponsored school is employing people to work on the Sabbath when it promotes keeping it holy. Okay, I'm just bitter that I got busted for breaking a law. So after my little stint, I wasn't five minutes late... I was twenty. Much more embarrassing than coming in during the announcements. The moral of the story: do as the scriptures say and "obey the laws of the land" even the stupid speed limit.

2.11.2006

spring is springing


One think I like about Utah is that flowers will start to bloom in March. Back home spring is lazy. It might show up in late April if we're lucky but winter typically rears its ugly head sometime in there. Early this week I was feeling like "I'm in a lull," but now I have more than flowers to look forward to. In early March I'll be heading to San Diego for work/pleasure. Then in the latter part of the month, I'll roadtrip it to Reno to see Death Cab for Cutie and Franz Ferdinand in concert. It will be my first time in Nevada so I'll be able to check off another state from my list. I may also strike it rich at the casino! The last Friday of the month will be spent singing along to Guster in a local venue. I'm just hoping that my list of exciting things continues to grow and grow.

What are you looking forward to?

Editor Note: Since publishing this yesterday, I have purchased tickets to see Rhett Miller in Park City. His voice and face are equally stunning.

2.07.2006

L is such a lovely letter...*

...for words such as Los Angeles! This weekend my sisters and I descended upon the sunny, busy city of LA. On our first day we went to see the "stars" on Hollywood Boulevard and stumbled on Garry Marshall and Barry Manilow doing some sort of promotion thing. The lure of Sephora kept us for staying too long to listen to what was going on. While browsing through some high-end children's store my sister pointed out that the woman buying $60 shirts for her kids was Emily of the Dixie Chicks. The celebrity count went down to zero after the first day but we weren't disappointed.

The navigational system in the car came in quite handy, although we quickly discovered that six miles in LA often means 30 minutes in a car. The tear-streaming laughter far outweighed the car-stress quarrels. Kelly kids are good at fighting and even better at laughing, and those car moments were the highlights of my trip. The warm weather was a bonus, as were the shopping deals but it was spending some sisterly time that really mattered. I'm still dealing with my family hangover and trying to shake off my homesickness. Since I've moved down, I've had lonely moments but none greater than this.

Families are interesting groups. For some, the family is an unhappy, unloving place. They have unattached relationships with little desire for closeness. For others, the family represents stability, refuge and happiness. There is loyalty, friendship and a yearning to be with them. I believe that all of us have a mixture of emotions when we think about our own family. My family knows exactly what to do or say to get me riled up, we don't always agree, and I have definitely said hurtful things. However, the general sense I have with my family is extreme loyalty, acceptance and comfort. I appreciate that I can spend a weekend with my sisters and feel truly happy. I'm glad that my niece asks me "When are you coming home?" when I talk to her on the phone. And I'm especially thankful my parents taught and showed us what it meant to be a family...

*the first person to name the song of the blog title wins a prize!

1.31.2006

gone for good


Today my last outward marker of being Canadian was removed. It wasn't due to my desire to culturally assimilate.* After all, I come from a society that professes multiculturalism (although I have found that theory and practice can vary greatly). To avoid trouble with law enforcement and government regulations, I was required to register my vehicle in Utah. I had to replace my beloved Alberta plates with "Ski Utah." I feel strangely sad about this event. My little silver bullet is the first car I have purchased. Five years later she is fully paid off and her first accessory (i.e. plates) is gone. Sure I get mocked for my car but she's been reliable and affordable. Now, I'm not planning to add a Canadian flag to my car window or sew a patch on to my backpack, as I still have my spelling and pronunciations! I also don't want to be a walking stereotype.

While there are certainly differences between American and Canadians, they are not extremely obvious. I remember vacationing in Mexico and feeling completely lost. The language barrier made it difficult to carry on a conversation with most people. Pseudo-sign language was the name of the game. I wonder what it is like for immigrants who deal with vastly different cultural ideals combined with language. Certain behaviours or beliefs likely made sense in their country of origin, but now those might be challenged. Does it impact their view of who they are?

Identity is an interesting thing. Growing up I didn't necessarily equate part of my identity as "Canadian" but now I do. However, if I live in the USA the rest of my life will I still hold as strong to my country of birth? I've thought about attempting to articulate "my identity" but it has been a trying task. I suppose my identity includes my profession, my family, my experiences, my appearance, and where I was raised. That seems such a sterile definition, as I see identity as more fluid. What do you consider your identity? How do we develop our identity? As Linda Richman would say "personal identity is neither personal nor identity... let's discuss."



*Wikipedia cannot guarantee the neutrality of this article so best of luck.

1.28.2006

shouldn't we all?

You see it posted in public washrooms that But shouldn't we all? I remember seeing a Candid Camera episode when I was younger. The gag was this: Man puts his hands under the automatic sink. The sink beside him goes on instead. Man looks confused and moves hands to that sink. That sink then turns off and another one turns on. Man repeats cycle until frustrated and leaves with dirty hands. Man laughs when he's told to "smile, you're on candid camera!" The host said it took over 8 hours of shooting to get enough for the show as many men didn't even attempt to wash their hands! I was shocked but have since discovered that this is not an uncommon practice. Apparently some men don't feel that urinating requires a follow-up soap fiesta. I become a major germaphobe in public restrooms. I flush with my foot, hover over the toilet seat, and try to not touch a thing after I wash my hands. At home I have to shut the toilet lid and make sure my toothbrush is in a drawer. Call me crazy, but I just don't want fecal matter all over it. Don't believe me? Check this link.

People of the world, don't just think staff must wash their hands, think ALL must wash their hands. Maybe then public bathrooms can become less frightening. Well, a totally touchless experience would also help!

(Just when my blog starts to get all serious, I get involved in potty talk and overshares)

1.25.2006

men are from mars and who cares about women?


Since discovering blogging I've lurked on quite a few feminist sites. Typically I use my blog for nonsense. However, there have been several no-nonsense things on my mind, one of which is my complete annoyance with home product advertising. In the USA approximately 60% of women are in the workforce, only 14% less than men (making about 76 cents on a man's dollar). Yet, how often do we see commercials with a man enjoying a new mop or discovering the convenience of a flushable toilet scrubber? One of the most offensive ads I saw was this revolutionary vacuum that was quiet and easy to use. The husband and child slept on the couch while the wife vacuumed. The perfect picture to showcase the silence of the machine. When this dutiful wife finished her "chores" she was able to meet the rest of her family who were already enjoying themselves at the beach. It would be refreshing to see commercials featuring men, and not the inept stereotypes, doing housework.

But the topic I wish to discuss is John Gray's so-called self help book "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus". This book has been a thorn in my side for years. I hear people recommending it, blogs espousing its "greatness" and hear it thrown around in common vernacular. Pop psychology can be entertaining even for a budding therapist. I've been known to tell people that I'm a Red-Yellow and my mantra last year was "he's just not that into you." However, Mr. Gray's book perpetuates gender stereotypes, promotes power differentials, has no empirical basis, and absolutely infuriates me. I read an article in my master's program and was able to locate the article online. It takes 15 minutes of your time but is well worth it. Gray's book was analyzed by three women, yes women, but the book speaks for itself.

The authors of the article note that Gray "paints a picture in which women have high needs (even desperation) to communicate with male partners who would prefer to talk very little or not at all. Men communicate with coworkers and women they are dating because these conversations are goal driven." Gray also paints women as good listeners, but men as insensitive and incompetent listeners. Gray's book gives disproportionate amounts of advice to women compared to men. To ensure women really understand how to support their partners, Gray takes the time to dispense advice over two pages. However, he feels men only need two short paragraphs to fully understand how to support the women in their lives.

Zimmerman et al., go on to say that " Gray's basic thesis-that men and women are instinctively different in all areas of life-and his recommendations for dealing with these differences serve to reinforce and encourage power differentials between men and women, thereby eroding the possibility of deep friendship and sustained intimacy in their relationships. ... [T]his position is counter to a growing body of research that underscores the importance of shared power for achieving an intimate and effective relationship (e.g., Gottman & Silver, 1999; Rabin, 1996; Steil, 1997)." Gottman, one of the researchers quoted, is an eminent researcher in Marriage and Family Therapy, recently featured in the fascinating book, Blink. He was also the first theorist I was introduced to in my studies.

The authors conclude that "Gray (1992, 1994) describes women as plagued by problems, overwhelmed with negative emotions, desperate for conversation and emotional connection, inefficient, emotionally unstable, illogical, insecure, and passive. Gray's (1992, 1994) materials also portray men in a negative light... as insensitive and emotionally inept... manipulative and primarily motivated by self-interest."

This has been a New York bestseller and is touted as "the classic guide to understanding the opposite sex." To me, it's the classic guide to perpetuating gender stereotypes. It promotes women to be passive and to put men's needs above their own, while giving little credence to men's sensitivity and motives. The book spends disproportionate amounts of time devoted to understanding men, although men are apparently simpler beings. As tempting as it is to use several puns to include our favourite planet, Uranus, I'll refrain. I believe that men and women are from earth, and this book should be sent to outerspace never to return.

1.20.2006

random observations on the drive home


It's been one of those weeks where I've thought about a lot of things, but have had no desire to formulate them in to a post. I was fairly brain-drained from work today, as a lot of unexpected things came up... one of which was fairly upsetting to me. I'm understanding more and more that life as a therapist can be very rewarding but can be very draining. On the drive home I just zoned out (in the safest way possible of course), and just did some people watching via the car. This is what I saw:

First to catch my eye: A car that had "re-married" written on the rear windshield. I found it very odd, and concluded that it must be a joke. The two people in the car looked rather young, and because I like to be right, I am going to assume they were "just married" and someone thought it would be quite amusing to put "re" instead of "just." I guess I missed the funny memo.

Second to get a stare: An old woman who was barely able to see over the steering wheel. This one easily caught me because she had a tendency to drift in to my lane, and almost smacked in to a pedestrian. I'm sure she is a lovely woman, and a faint smile crept across my lips when I saw the slight pink tinge of her hair. But I also felt like an ageist when I thought "they really shouldn't let old people drive." I'm sure she mutters "they really shouldn't let young kids drive" as I scooted in front of her.

Third to get a second thought: The greasy, Little Caesar's joint on the turn to go home. I almost thought about turning around to get a five buck pizza but knew that I'd bite in to it and regret it. It was an impulse thought due to my exhaustion. I am feeling rather hungry now, but I think some cereal will do the trick.

And my last coherent thought: Seeing the huge piles of snow and laughing to myself about getting stuck in the driveway yesterday. I'm house sitting for friends, and when I opened the garage I could not believe how much snow there was on the ground. Mistaking my Canadian car to be tough enough to take it, I managed to get stuck. A kind neighbour helped dig me out so I could get off to work. As I got closer in to the city, I noticed the huge difference in the amount of snow on the ground. There was at least a 5 inch difference in a matter of miles. My boss must have thought i was totally crazy when I called to say I might not get to work as I couldn't get off the driveway. I was almost excited at that thought of staying in and drinking Ovaltine, until I remembered that snow days for work just means more catching up. I loved snow days as a kid. And also, I discovered that the Ovaltine here doesn't taste as good as back home (hint to those that might love me enough to send me some).

1.15.2006

where you sit


I had one of those "do you see the faces or the vase" moments on Friday night. I went to dinner with a friend, and my seat faced the door. As we were talking I noticed a lovey-dovey couple at the door. She was nestled in to his neck and his arms were draped around her waist. I found the display quite amusing and had my friend turn around to check it out. She did a quick glance over her shoulder and we shared a good laugh. I've never quite understood why some couples find it difficult to avoid pawing each other in public. About 10 minutes later, my friend interjected "So first we have the touchy couple, now we have the awkward first date couple. They are sitting behind you." I glanced over my shoulder to notice that it was the same couple I had pointed out earlier. It took some time to convince my friend that they were indeed the same two people, as the scenes were so dissimilar. Once seated, they had little to say to one another. Since my back was to them, my friend relayed all that she saw. It was noted that there was little communication and a general sense of unease.

We pegged them the "physical couple." You know those couples... cerebral attraction does not appear to be the main selling point of the relationship. When they're not pawing each other, they have little to talk about. Perhaps I'm jumping the gun, I mean, they may be the kind of people that are quiet to begin with. All I know is that I would rather be in a relationship that is amusing, full of conversation, and intellectually stimulating. Of course, kissing doesn't hurt! (Caveat: not in public)

1.14.2006

tag... you're it


I've come across a new thing on the blogosphere... It's called "tagging." Much like those mass emails you get, other bloggers tag you and then you tag others. Well, my time has come and I've been tagged by tr1c14 from Woman in Comfy Shoes. I'm supposed to share five weird things about me. I think we inherently think all our quirks are normal, so it would almost make more sense for friends and family to write this (although I'm sure they won't hold back in the comment section).

1. I despise the word panties (see post from a few days ago if you haven't already read it)
2. In my early twenties, my sister and I were sitting together in church and she noticed that my third toe on each foot was a different length. I had never noticed.
3. Not that being religious is weird, but people are often surprised to find out I attend the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (you know... the Mormons). I think that stems more from stereotypes of how we are perceived to be.
4. I pretty much like all food, but I have yet to enjoy olives. I try year after year thinking my tastes will have become refined with age but they still taste icky.
5. This one is going to receive a lot of backlash, but our family had our dead dog in our freezer for a few months. Yes, it was crazy-making but you couldn't see him. I believe he was in a box. We had the intent of burying him when the ground thawed but in the end we just took Jiggs back to the vet to cremate him. Ha ha ha... despite that story, we Kelly's are quite normal. Well, unless you come for Sunday dinners.

So now I have to tag five people:
1. David at Mr. Pulsipher Goes to Washington because he has sent me several of those email things.
2. Lou at Goose Girl because I don't know her that well.
3. Elisabeth at Lisbeth's Fruit Basket for the same reasons I tagged Lou.
4. Danielle at Ms Kaz just to see if she'll ever post something new.
5. Ruby G at Sherpa's Wonderin's to get her back for making me wait to see who I matched up to on the celebrity match-up game.

*I thought it would be appropriate to add a weird picture of me with this post. I was pretty impressed with how big I was able to get my hair this past summer for a "trailer trash", err, manufactured home refuse party.

1.12.2006

politics and such

(Note: If you don't link to all the articles, please at least link to the GEM one).
I grew up in a very politically involved family. My dad was often involved in provincial campaigning for various Progressive Conservative candidates. I remember fainting at one winning celebration after inhaling too many helium balloons. There wasn't much to entertain ourselves with and so we made do with what had. Let me begin with a brief synopsis of the PC party for those unfamiliar readers. Back then, the PC party was just right of centre, then an ultra conservative group broke off and formed the Reform party which became the Alliance party. This new party was more akin to the Republicans of today. So in Canada we had the New Democrats, the Liberals, the Progressive Conservatives and the Alliance. The Alliance freaked out a lot people in the East and a few of us in the West. After many years of vote splitting between the PC's and the Alliance, they merged again in to one party... the Conservative Party of Canada. Unfortunately, a lot of the nutty Alliance members were still in play. So this left several disillusioned Kelly voters. Politics became less discussed, unless it was a heated debate about gun control or gay marriage. I have felt partyless for many years in Canada. I've heard all the pros of being fiscally responsible but deep down I'm a bleeding heart liberal (not to be confused with the Liberal party). With the topple of the minority Liberal government, Canadians now face another election in less than two years.

Liberals have been plagued by the sponsorship scandal. Conservatives still have too many ultra right-wingers, and the NDP are really the pipe dreamers of the group. I suppose the Natural Law Party might be a good alternative. I'm all for federal spending on the research of yogic flying... ha ha ha.

Anyway, I have felt rather out of the loop since being down in the USA, but my brother sent me this gem about a Liberal ad campaign. The Liberals had to know that someone would do the research on these "average Canadians." But that's just it... the average Canadian isn't going to find out about it, and may actually believe that these were random people on the street. I cannot stand campaign ads. I abhor the weak attack ads that are far too common in American politics. Kim Campbell's group made the mistake of running an attack ad in the 1993 elections, which was developed by an American company. Although it is argued that this ad may have helped or that such ads do help in campaigning, I think many people found it offensive... and so they should. It was pulled after two days so what does that say? I've become cynical towards politicians. Political platforms have become a forum for empty promises. Political decisions are often swayed by lobby groups with the most money or in Canada, decisions are made to keep Ontario and Quebec happy because they hold the votes.

It makes me want to throw my hands up and say "to hell with it." And yet, thanks to my parents influence, I feel compelled to vote and exercise the right I've been given. My wish is that politicians would really listen to their constituents and be moral. Is this to much to ask?

1.10.2006

sometimes my own behaviour baffles me

I'm sure we've all been amused by stupid warning or direction labels on products, such as "do not use while asleep" for curling irons. I also like the large warning tag on my blow dryer that says "do not put in water." I wonder if some person thought a genius way to save time was to blow dry his/her hair while finishing up in the bath... only to find out how much electricity likes water. I wish Phil Connors would tell us what it was like to die that way.

You would think that with all my years of showering, I would have come to the realization that reading the directions on shampoo and conditioners is useless. The typical instructions are "lather well, rinse, and repeat if necessary." You might get the occasional "leave in for 60 seconds" on your conditioner but I'm usually soaping up during hair conditioning so regardless of what the bottle says, I do it anyway. And yet, each time I try a new brand or even my typical Redken brand (my one materialistic weakness is hair products), I read the stupid label. Sometimes I read the label out of boredom and sometimes I think there might be some new, incredible instruction, but mostly I think I have this compulsion that I just have to read it. Compulsions are strange things.

1.07.2006

what's in a word?


I apologize for my tardy posts as of late. "Oh six" started off with a bang as I had good friend's in town for a visit. Thus, all of my spare time was spent soaking up their company. On Thursday night, my friend's and I ate at the fine establishment of International House of Pancakes (note sarcasm). Lisa was determined to have fruit and whip cream on pancakes, and since we had Cafe Rio for several days, I was more than happy to acquiesce. It was also close to midnight so it felt like it was time for breakfast.

On our way out the door, Sarah said "did you notice that server's name? It was spelled N-I-C. Do you know what that means in French?" When neither of us knew, she gave us a hint that it was equivalent to the worst word in English... but worse. However, Sarah and I had a difference of opinion over the worst word. To keep my blog clean, I will let you use your imagination on what two words we had a difference of opinion on, but needless to say she was thinking of a swear word and I was thinking of a dirty word. So in the car I made my list of worst words. It went a little like this "Vulgar word, Curse word, then Panties." The third word makes my skin crawl. I have no understanding as to why but it just does. I cringe when my sister says to her daughter to put her panties on. I shudder when my friend's say it to me to amuse themselves. I just about faint when I say it myself... well, I'm being dramatic, but I really hate it. I had a friend who said the word "moist" was his kryptonite.

My friends and I also discussed words that we like to say. I wish I could remember Sarah's word but it was something that surprised me. At the time I couldn't think of a word, but after some thought I realize I do enjoy saying "lickety-split" and my current favourite is "pish", as in "pish posh" or "oh pish." I like how they roll off my tongue. It is curious to me that rather benign words can take on a life of their own for people. So now I'd like to know what words people enjoy and what words they can't stand. Please note that there is no need to say vulgar or rude words. I'm talking about the panties and moist's of the world.

Ready, set, go...

1.01.2006

tides of change

It's a new year, and so time for a new face for my blog. I'm not sure how long this new template will stay, but I was in need of a change. As for change in my life, we'll see. I've always found the idea of a "New Year Resolution" interesting, probably because I've rarely made specific resolutions on New Year's. What is the pull of January 1 that pushes people to reevaluate their life? Perhaps the long standing tradition has become ingrained in our genetic profiles. Ha!

Typically the new year has been an opportunity for me to reflect and evaluate my life. A new outlook that I am working on and will continue to work on in two thousand and six is to focus only on those things in my life that I can control and let go of the things that I can't. I can be a better daughter, sister, co-worker, friend, individual. I can be more patient, more giving, kinder. I can't make my life perfect and I can't control the actions of others. People will inevitably let me down, I will let myself down. I will likely spend a few more Friday nights alone, reading a book, browsing the internet or watching a movie rather than being on a wildly romantic date. And yet, I feel oddly fulfilled. Sure there are moments of loneliness and insecurities, but I suspect every person, whether they are married, single, childless, or child-a-plenty, have times when they feel alone in the world and wonder why anyone might love them. It is a beautiful thing when you begin to appreciate and love yourself. This is a work in progress, one that has begun through both the tragic and comic life experiences and those precious people that have been placed in my life. And it feels good...

If I were to make one resolution this year it will be that I won't wait till December 31, 2006 to make new goals in my life. I hope to continue my long standing tradition of making goals throughout each year. And like years past, I will likely succeed in some and fail in others. I hope 2006 will be good to those I love and those I don't.

Happy New Year

12.31.2005

a very onion christmas

I know this post is past it's time but...

apparently this school missed the memo.

12.25.2005

Merry Christmas to All

Today I celebrated my first Christmas outside of Canada. I headed to Boston to stay with my brother and his family, along with my parents who came to celebrate State-side. Last night we did the reenactment of the Savior's birth. My two year old niece was Mary, my 6 year old nephew was Joseph, my 4 year old nephew was a wise man, grandpa played a shepherd, and I was an angel (as always)... the other adults sat out. My nieces and nephews looked adorable. I'm sure you are all sad to miss the picture of me standing on a chair shouting praises. They're likely lurking on my brother's camera.

The Christmas service today was excellent, as the organist was absolutely amazing. Apparently he is doing his Ph.D. in choral arrangement. I really enjoyed singing along with his playing. I felt the spirit of the season and gratitude for the Savior's birth and death. After dinner we had a musical number by nephews and friends on recorders that one particularly naughty auntie bought them. It was rather amusing. This was followed by yet another nativity reenactment to which I sat out. It was a very Merry day indeed.

I wish all of you the best this season, and in the New Year. May we all find a little more joy and peace in our own lives and throughout the world.

12.19.2005

A good night

Let me set the scenario...

Saturday night Miss Aislinn and Miss Ange headed up to Salt Lake City to see Good Night, and Good Luck. An excellent time was had, with the exception of the pesky person who chose not to turn off their cell phone. Not only did it ring twice, but it rang and rang and rang. As Miss Aislinn exited the theatre, she stopped in at the ladies room, or should I say the

Yes, read it folks, it does say "washroom." While my Canadian readers might be confused as to why I would need to blog about this, my American readers will understand. I have been teased relentlessly while living in the States for saying washroom instead of restroom or bathroom. The common response is "what is it? A laundry room.. hahahaha." Oh so funny, because, um, yeah, do you really "rest" in the restroom? And seriously, if you do, can I ask why you don't just flush and go when you are done your business. That seems a novel idea to my brother and father, but it is hard for me to fathom why people willingly stay in a bathroom longer than necessary. Okay, back to washroom... so you can imagine my surprise when I saw a sign in a public place in the USA that said washroom. I feel vindicated in my word usage! So shove it all you that mocked me. Now if only I could find public displays of "toque", "holiday" (meaning vacation not a day), and "garburator." As well, I'd like to push the spellings of theatre, behaviour, rumour, and travelling (etc). Oh, and one more thing, perhaps I could ask you all to pronounce it foy-yah, not foy-yer for that word that indicates a lobby. Cheers!

*Before you all jump on me for being a hater, I do prefer the American pronunciation of bag, sorry and drama

12.15.2005

lapses in judgement


Last Thursday I had one of my worst days as a therapist. I still can't express exactly why it ended up being as bad as it did, but I can think of at least ten things that contributed. As I was driving home, I started flipping through radio stations as NPR just wasn't doing it for me. Before I realized it, I was singing along to Michael Bolton's version of "When A Man Loves a Woman." When it was over all I could do was laugh at myself for the serious misstep. I have NEVER been a Michael Bolton fan, even during my sketchier music days that included Milli Vanilli, Vanilla Ice and even (gasp) Backstreet Boys. (Look at all the confessions coming out of me today).

While listening to cheesy music is the least of my concerns, it reminded me of a serious lapse in judgement that lasted over a year. I was working on my master's in the USA, stressed out to the maximum, scared of living the rest of my life away from my family, and therefore hanging on to a long distance, and very unfulfilling relationship. So what did I do? I finished my master's, started my Ph.D. in my hometown, and tried to "work" on this dead-for-a-year relationship. It shouldn't have come as a huge surprise to me when I was blindsided and the relationship was over... but I was! All I could think about was why I had let myself get in to the position that I was in. I had given up the opportunity to pursue a Ph.D. in a program that was more suited for me, but more importantly, I had lost a huge sense of who I was in staying in that relationship. One of the hardest parts for me was admitting that I wasn't nearly as "with it" as I tried to come across. The good news is that I got back on my feet, met some great friends, had valuable time with my family, and decided to take a bigger risk that was in my best interest. I dropped out of my program, moved back to where I had gone to school, and started working full-time in a residential treatment facility. There are small moments when I question myself, but I believe that I made this choice when my mind was clear. It wasn't a "Michael Bolton" decision, those choices that are clouded by a myriad of emotions.

I have started to notice a trend that my Michael Bolton's seem to be more frequent when I am fearful, frustrated or sad. I'm curious if this is a universal phenomenon. Do we fall prey to poor choices when we feel similar emotions or do we each have unique triggers? Do some people make their poorest choices when they are happy? People in manic states, which is on the extreme end of excitement, often engage in high risk, damaging behaviours. So readers, if you don't mind me getting personal, what seems to cause your Bolton moments? And more importantly, why did Michael himself hold on to that awful mullet for so long? That was a SERIOUS lapse...

12.12.2005

the day a narcissist felt me up


Last night I went up to Salt Lake City to see The Dandy Warhol's do their thing. I'll be posting a synopsis of the show on Popscoff. This post is to share an uncomfortable highlight.

While I was waiting for Courtney et al., to take the stage, I was chatting with friends. Suddenly this guy grabs me and starts talking to me. This is the conversation (the bracketed words are my thoughts).

Him: Are you a Dandy Warhol fan?
Me: Yes (man, this guy is really close and he's touching my back ALL over).
Him: Have you heard of the Brian Jonestown Massacre?
Me: Yeah. I recently watched Dig! (Crap, every time I move, he pulls me closer. Wait..this creep looks vaguely familar).
Him: I'm in the band (smiles). Who do you like better? (Man, this molester is Anton Newcombe. He's an unbalanced fellow. How do I answer this so that he'll stop touching me and so I don't tick him off?)
Me: (Smile). I like you both equally. (I think he has successfully touched every square inch of my back, and I'm hoping he will leave so my backside isn't the next target).
Him: Ah.. (smiles and walks off)
(my personal space was just violated by anton)

Now, it could be some random stranger who thought it would be funny to pretend to be in BJM, and who looks an awful like Anton Newcombe, but my intuition said it was him. The strangest part to me is that I'm not typically the woman in the crowd who gets unsolicited attention... especially from crazy musicians. But at least I have an interesting story to tell in my usually boring life. The Dandy's played an awesome set, and I took some awful pictures with my camera phone!

12.10.2005

A Christmas carol

If you are not in the Christmas mood yet, this will surely help.

Just when you think this song can't get any better, it does. I'm sufficiently smiling to go and brave the masses at the mall.
O Holy Crap!

And to reaffirm my disdain for cats, there's this little ditty.

12.02.2005

who thought this was clever?


I have driven the same route to work for the last month but only today noticed a delightful used car dealership. In this instance, the term "used car dealership" is generous. It was more reminsicent of that neighbour who always had enough cars on their front lawn to start a business. Despite the lackluster appearance, it had one of the best business names ever, "Konsigned Kar Korner". One typically expects that sort of genius to be reserved only for motorhomes, which got me thinking...

Isn't it odd that there are three K's in the name? Is it really just a cover for something far more sinister? Utah county is 89.2% Caucasian. I sat with this tangential thinking for mere minutes before I shook the Dan Brown out of me and drove on.

The likely conclusion? This business suffered the same misfortune as many children here in Utah. It was given a name that never should have been brought to fruition.

11.28.2005

this little piggy

I ran across this fun little time waster on pants that fit's blog. This was my pig!

Just another reminder that I am not artistic.

draw your own

p.s. my links order has changed based on those that more regularly post... but I love you all the same.

11.23.2005

bah-humbug


I realize I run the risk of being accused of Scrooge-like behavior for this post, but Christmas decorations in November is ridiculous. Americans haven't even finished their turkey feasting yet! I drove to work Monday morning and saw the town had been attacked the night before with wreaths streaming from the lampposts. Driving home Monday I noticed that some people had already put their Christmas lights on. Even the local stores have got their Christmas decorations out for sale.

Perhaps I have been scarred over the last five years of Christmas as my mom felt that decorating the fern was sufficient in lieu of a Christmas tree. She had numerous excuses for this, such as "the artificial tree doesn't fit in our new house" or "we will be having Christmas at Danielle's anyways." I was then left to feel guilty about my behaviour because I was "not acting my age." Hey, a twenty-something is allowed to act like a five year old when the so-called Christmas tree is a a wimpy fern that looks more pathetic than a Charlie Brown tree. In my mom's defense, the guilt-inducers were the always good, always sweet siblings who took it upon themselves to scold me for making my mom feel guilty about the tree. I love family dynamics!

Despite the crap-for-tree of the last few years, I am confident that even with a proper tree I'd still think Christmas decor should ONLY come out in December. Don't get me wrong, I love Christmas... it's my favourite holiday. But how long can we endure "Santa's coming to town" piped in to the sound system and creepy elves staring back at us before Christmas actually hits? And let's face it, we're still yelling at the driver next to us right up to Christmas... so it's not like the early reminders are making us any more Christ-like.

11.20.2005

ode to a friend

Part of the being a blogger means there is that tiny piece of egomania. We write about ourselves, the things we like or don't like, clever musings to amuse others, and a host of other things that represent us. Then we post it for the world to see (or the ten people that actually read it).

Today I shed my narcissism to give a shout out to my good friend. Yesterday he had a momentous birthday and if we still lived in the same city I could participate in the obligatory "happy birthday" celebration. Those awkward events where all the attention is on the birthday boy or girl but is a required passage of age. So I will share my blog with him in hopes he gets that awkward feeling from a computer screen. HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRAHAM!

Thanks for all the great music to which I will be forever indebted.

(Okay, so this post was also a good excuse to post a picture of Ian, Graham, and I in our team uniforms from our Bumbershoot trip. We were missing Shar, who took this picture of us by the Columbia river. I have to say that although I was initially resistant to the coveralls, they ended up being a great idea. They kept me nice and cozy in the car).

11.17.2005

H2 Oh @#&%


Water and I have had a turbulent relationship for many years which is not due to my lack of trying. I consistently put water above all other beverages. When dining out I almost always choose water which has nothing to do with being cheap. I just like water... but I am beginning to think the feeling isn't mutual. Almost on a weekly basis I am splashed all over while washing my hands... an embarrassing conundrum when I have to see clients with water splashes all over my pants and shirt. And anyone who has seen me drink water knows that it will likely spill on to my shirt at least 1 time out of 5. Just the other day I was driving to work and a litre of water almost spilled all over me. I was able to catch it in time and only received a healthy spray. I know some may blame me for our problems, saying "you're too clumsy or careless with water." But I try, I really do. I won't give up on water but it's time it took some of the responsibility for our problems!

11.13.2005

a few of my favourite things

I thought I would recap the weekend by highlighting a few favourites. Let the fun begin!

MY FAVOURITE:

Quote: "Oh, you're from Calgary? We had some missionaries in this ward a few years ago from there. I can't remember their names now... were there any kids leaving from there in the last couple of years?" I politely smiled and said "there are quite a few LDS members in Calgary, we have seven stakes. So I'm not sure who they might be." I get the feeling that a lot of people may not know that Calgary has a population over a million and a large number of LDS folks. My ultimate favourite is when I'm asked "do you know so and so from Toronto?" That's like me asking a Utahn if they know my buddy from Boston. *sigh

Food: I went for Indian food Saturday night which was delicious. It was followed up by the movie New York Doll. This was a very fascinating film about Arthur "killer" Kane of the New York Dolls. You see the tragedy in his rise and fall but also the glimpse of redemption as he finds new hope in his life. It was also accompanied by a fantastic soundtrack.

Awkward conversation: Hands down was a party I attended Friday night. You can see the synopsis on Popscoff. It still makes me smile reliving it in my mind.

Article of clothing: Okay, this really has been a favourite since I scored them at the puma outlet in Boston back in September. But every time I wear these shoes I am in love. They are so comfortable, and snuggly hug my hard-to-fit-crazy-narrow feet (thanks again mom for passing on that gene). Absolute bliss.


Those are just a few of my favourite things. The weekend would have been a real hit if I could have also listened to Danielle sing this famous song from the Sound of Music, blasting out the wrong verse at the wrong time. Now that was funny!

What are your favourite's from your weekend?

11.10.2005

a little laughter

I need to infuse some humour into my blog since my previous post was of a serious nature. Last night I laughed yet again at the antics of Rob Corddry on the Daily Show. When you get to the page, click on the video You Paid for it: What the pork?" This is well worth the time.

11.08.2005

dying to be thin


I'm ashamed to admit that I've uttered such phrases as "I wish I was just a bit skinnier" or "my hips are just a bit too big." I sometimes even think "if I just worked out more regularly I could be a size 4." Fortunately I was blessed with good genes and have never had to battle weight issues, and I generally think I have a healthy self-image. However, this is an indicator to me that many women at some point in their life have been dissatisfied with their bodies. I'm not suggesting that men aren't ever concerned with their bodies, but I wonder if their concern is as frequent or serious as it is for women.

This was brought particularly to light when I watched a video presentation given by Jean Kilbourne entitled "Killing us Softly 3: Advertising's Image of Women." She discussed the media's portrayal of women today and throughout the years. I was discouraged that for a so-called enlightened society we are still being bombarded with advertising that objectifies women, promotes violence against women, and accepts pornography. I was startled at how subtle these images can be, yet it pervades our beliefs and attitudes at a subconscious level. Unfortunately this kind of advertising sells in our society, and therefore advertisers, both men and women, continue to put it out there. I think there are many ways this spills over to women's perceptions of themselves, one of which is body image.

The day after watching this video I randomly stumbled upon a website about anorexia. I hesitate to even bring attention to these kinds of sites, but I was completely surprised by it. At first I thought it was a tongue in cheek site, but I soon realized that these women were in support of anorexia. The site was plastered with pictures of very emaciated women. The women defined themselves as anorectics by choice, saying "Volitional, proactive anorexia is not a disease or a disorder. It is a lifestyle choice that begins and ends with a particular faculty human beings seem in drastically short supply of today: the will. Contrary to popular misconception, volitional anorectics possess the most iron-cored, indomitable wills of all. Our way is not that of the weak. Self-control has never been the way of the weak. To deliberately direct one's course of action apart from the impulses of raw instinct and desire requires discipline, inner strength, persistence, and focus." Yes, I will concede that anorexics have will... but not in a healthy, positive direction. The women stated that they "strive for perfection" and desire to see "bones." This is not a lifestyle choice, this is a disease. I find it discouraging and disheartening that there are women who struggle with eating disorders and believe that the way to true perfection is through starving their minds and bodies, literally wasting away. Our physical features are only one aspect of who we are, and if we become hyper-focused on how we look or how our clothes fit, we neglect our spiritual, relational, and intellectual selves. We are not whole when we only concern ourselves with the size of our waist.

I know that I can't change the world, but I can start by changing myself. I can start accepting myself for my limitations and my strengths. I can choose to not support companies that advertise in such a way that is demeaning to any person, regardless of race, gender, sexual orientation or religion.

I do want to link to a site that helps those struggling with eating disorders, and I hope we will all think a little more seriously about this issue and how it impacts our society.... because this is not healthy (warning: this image is disturbing).

end of soapbox.

11.06.2005

Sunday's Top Five

Today I was reminded of five things:

1. Small hands (excluding children) creep me out
2. Small hands rubbing someone's back REALLY creeps me out
3. I'm still bugged by Utahns pronunciation of "heal" as it sounds like "hill" (as real sounds like rill etc)
4. Too much sugary sweetness when teaching Sunday school doesn't do it for me
5. I always enjoy a meal being made for me, especially if I get to play with a friend's baby afterwards

11.02.2005

office space

This is my sad looking office...


This is my sad looking face...


My office truly needs an overhaul. I refuse to put the ugly picture up on the wall that is sitting on the floor. Each of my boys told me in their own special way that my office looked rather "bare." I told them it looked hideous. My goal for the weekend is to get something on the walls and my books on the shelf. If only I was lucky enough to have a room with a window. I think I have to get a few more therapists to quit before that happens. Being lowest on the totem pole also means I get the ugliest office.

The good news of the week is that I get to go climbing with my boys tomorrow as part of our group therapy.

11.01.2005

stinky...


I sometimes find my pro-women thoughts and opinions could be perceived as sexism against men... but today one of my stereotypes about boys was confirmed.

I have often noticed and believed that boys/men's apartments and rooms seem to emanate odours that my nose isn't particularly fond of. I will say that not ALL of my male counterparts have this problem, but a lot of them do. Today I had my first group therapy session with the boys I am working with. The session took place on the boys unit, which is where they sleep and hang out when not in school or therapy. When I walked into the place I was overwhelmed by a smell that was akin to a stinky, dirty locker room. I wondered if the smell was going to stick to me after I left, and if I would be able to endure the stench for the next hour. Fortunately, or should I say unfortunately, my nose became accustomed to the stink. I seemed more concerned with getting these boys under control, as they were curious as to how far they could test the new therapist... (not far by the way).

Now, I've been on the girls campus and it does not smell unpleasant... not one inch of offensive odour. So I have to wonder why this is. Are men less hygienic than girls? Are they just plain smelly?

10.29.2005

16 military wives

As I drove up to the Canada/USA border, I was listening to Sixteen Military Wives by the Decemberists. I found this amusing on several levels. On Monday, I join the American workforce. Yes, I have left my home and native land to join our neighbours to the south. The whole way to the border I fretted if they would actually let me in. So the line from the song "America can't say no" seemed to be a good omen to me. Plus, I had to laugh that I was about to enter the USA listening to a song that is clear expression of frustration of current events in America.

I had a long drive to think about my past, present and future. I came to three conclusions:

1. Dining in a small town cafe is fabulous. My dad and I stopped in at Jan's Cafe in Lima, MT to have lunch. I witnessed our waitress and a local woman get into a spat, ending with the waitress telling her "you don't have to come in here again." I saw three men come in with their camouflage gear on, clearly heeding the big sign outside that said "Hunters Welcome." This was rounded out by four cowboys sauntering in with their hankerchiefs, cowboy hats and spur's on their boots. Honestly, it couldn't have been a better representation of a small town in a state that seems to have more cows than people.

2. I'm leaving behind some fabulous friends in Calgary. The waterworks started before I even arrived at my going away party, but I managed to stave most of them off until guests started to depart. My closest friends have each been tremendous assets to me this year, each helping me in becoming and being the woman I desire to be.

3. I have the most giving family. I know without a doubt that any of my family members (in-laws included) would do all that they could to help me. I witnessed it this past week as I scrambled to leave Canada... not knowing if/when I'll be back. We are all so different, yet the Kelly loyalty runs deep. On one extreme is Ted. We differ on many accounts... for instance, he loves to hunt and go to gun shows, guns freak me out and I don't think I could ever purposely kill a living thing. Yet he would be there for me if I ever needed him, and he's always been so patient with me. On the other end is Danielle. We probably agree on too many things. She and Robb graciously opened up their home to me, and didn't even complain when I lost my house key! Glancing in my rearview mirror and seeing my dad driving his truck with all my belongings was a visceral reminder of how grateful and proud I am to be a part of this tremendous family.

I have many new adventures to begin as I make my fifth move in 10 years. This move has been the most thought-provoking for me. I suppose you could argue that moving to Provo, Utah would make any sane person stop and ponder. I do know that I felt good about pursuing this opportunity, but it was also one of the hardest things for me to do. I will truly miss the regular association with my family and friends back home, yet I am excited for the new possibilities that await me here.

10.22.2005

so sports is our downfall


It hardly comes as a surprise that I would find myself reading a blog entitled "The Happy Feminist". I had stumbled upon it while reading another blog, and hadn't found it as interesting as I had hoped... until the author linked to an article about why women shouldn't play sports. She was obviously appalled by it, as was I. In fact, I was enraged. Danielle was perplexed as to why I let it get to me, citing that there are still plenty of backward thinkers out there. Upon further reflection I realized that although I had mild to moderate enraging moments, it had been a while since I was at my breaking point of "when will all the people in this world become enlightened?"

Read the ludicrous article for yourself. I should know that anything written on a webpage that is for "ladies against feminism" would irritate me. Below are the comments I posted on The Happy Feminist. I'm fully simmered down now, thanks.



Oh where to begin with this one?

"Christian women are often ill-prepared to be Biblically obedient wives and mothers." WHAT? Since when did sports make you ill prepared to be obedient? Most sports require one to take direction, extreme discipline etc. However, the most offensive is the requirement of women to be obedient. What century are we leaving in?

Point two: "The Bible talks about women developing a quiet and gentle spirit; I think sports fosters anything but that. They instead develop a competitive and contentious spirit that will cause them to have great difficulty in their marriages." Oh, but it is good for men to develop those qualities, as it will be such a "joy" for women to deal with competitive and contentious monsters in marriage.

Point three: "One of the reasons so many women today enter the armed forces (and workplace) is due to their participation in sports, which have helped prepare them for that endeavor." Really? I didn't know that. I thought women entered the workplace and armed forces because it was something that interested them. Who knew sports CAUSED that. I can't wait to read the research that this author so aptly forgot to mention that proves causation.

"It shouldn't be a secret that women's sports promote immodest attire." Those swimsuits they wear or the short shorts when playing soccer... *gasp. Forget the men wearing those teeny, tiny Speedos or going shirtless or even singlets in wrestling. No, no, when it comes to immodest attire, women win hands down.

If this author wants to continue in his sexist ways, at least he could use a bit more intelligence in arguing his point. For lack of a better word, he's an idiot.

10.20.2005

writing in the mission field

On Tuesday I gave two presentations to the Alberta College of Social Workers. It was mostly just me rambling on about my master's thesis... surprising that people would actually pay to hear something so boring, but I digress. The conference was held at a local church in the community, which I'm assuming was a Christian denomination. As I was leaving the building, I noticed a large sign above the door that read "You are now entering the mission field." My first thought was "if only I had a camera." My second thought was "does the congregation get stoked when they read this or do they forget it's even there?" My third thought "hmmm, what would I want a big sign above my door to read?"

I definitely wouldn't want anything weighty... like reminding me to do the Lord's work... far too much pressure. Anything kitschy would just be irritating. I could be drawn to something really vain, like "wow, you're one hot tamale" (but that sort of mixes in the kitsch). While I continue to ponder the words to my fictional door sign, what words would you put on yours (and why)?

10.17.2005

literature


I read quite a bit over the summer, but have found myself slowing down the last few months. My recommendations from my summer reading are The Alchemist, which was a fast and thoughtful read, Dress Your Family in Denim and Corduroy, an amusing collection of short stories, Blink, a fascinating read on our snap judgements and intuition, and Broken for You, a lovely fictional tale. Now I have two more books on my "to read" list. The first one is God's Politics: Why the Right Gets It Wrong and the Left Doesn't Get It. I think it will be an interesting read, even for a Canadian. I came across the second book while reading the New York Times. It's entitled Going Sane. It must be the therapist in me that's drawn to this one.

To other rabid readers, "must reads" are always welcome!

10.12.2005

old school


I am choosing not to mention who this is a picture of, as I have not technically asked his permission. I remember when he, and another nameless boy, got their skateboards. They were determined to make me a "betty" but my enthusiasm died fairly quickly. I do find it interesting how different the skater image has changed over the years... but that's not really what this post is about.

I've noticed a disturbing trend over the last few years (although skating gained in popularity long ago). All my beloved childhood toys are now back on the market. You can get G.I. Joes, Transformers, My Little Pony, Cabbage Patch Dolls and even Care Bears. Old School is now New School. These little eight year olds have no idea that back in the 80s mothers fought at the toy store just to get that last Cabbage Patch Doll for their snotty nose child who would have a hissy fit if Santa didn't bring her that doll (editor's note: my mother wasn't one of said mothers, nor was I a snotty nose kid... my brother, well he literally had a snotty nose). Do they know how many children wept when Optimus Prime was killed by the evil leader of the Decepticons, Megatron? Do they even know what the Care Bear countdown is?

Sadly these children will not be able to fully enjoy their toys, as they do not have a full understanding of their history. It's a bloody shame.

10.04.2005

this has got to be a joke

I can't take credit for finding this on my own... a friend posted it on a message board. Seriously, this cannot be legit, but it's good for a laugh.

I'd rather be single!

10.02.2005

birthday bash

This post is rather dated as my birthday was over two weeks ago. However, I just received the pictures from Lisa yesterday, thus my justification in a belated retelling. We decided to have a camping excursion rather than the traditional birthday party that always feels slightly awkward. Not all my friends are the camping/hiking type, so the it was only Graham, Lisa and I that set out late on Friday the 16th. The moon was quite bright that night so we hiked sans headlamps, slightly wary of bears. We managed to have our camp set up around 1:30 a.m. and promptly jumped into our tents and went to sleep. It was so dark out that I was sure the flash from the camera did permanent damage to my retinas.
Lisa and I were sure we heard an animal of some sort near our tent in the early morning hours but were too cold to do any investigating. I woke early and went for a short jaunt by myself, enjoying the stillness of the morning and the mist on the lake.

In the morning Bryce joined us for our day hike. We came across a fabulous waterfall and we thought that if we continued hiking up the mountain we would finally hit the path. After an hour of some heavy bushwhacking we did not find the trail, nor was there hope we would. Lisa thought it would be a good idea to take a picture of me when I really thought I was stuck in the trees, she then snapped a photo of herself. I did manage to find a way out of my jam cursing the whole way. We eventually hiked out of the dense brush and hiked up some rock face. On the way down I slipped several times, but only ripped my pocket. A lumbering porcupine crossed my path, which was as exciting as the wildlife got that day.

In the eve of the 17th, the celebration was underway. MaryAnne, Ben, and Jane joined us and brought the hotdogs and smores. We were treated to a spectacle like no other from Mother Nature. The full moon rose from behind a mountain peak and we were all in awe. It was absolutely beautiful out there and it truly was one of the best gifts I could receive. Happy birthday to me!