Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Reply All

This is what I get for clicking on reply all. I don't want people to IM me, not the ones I don't know, especially not with this:

Firenfun (1:48:17 PM): O BEAR ...........GGGGGRRRRRRR....LMAO
Obear29 (1:49:26 PM): I don't get it
Firenfun (1:49:36 PM): LOL..ITS ALL GOD
Obear29 (1:49:37 PM): but then I'm looking for focus groups to run ads with so...
Firenfun (1:49:39 PM): GOOD
Obear29 (1:49:53 PM): are you on an email list that I hit reply all on?
Firenfun (1:50:29 PM): JUST WAS SAYIN HI
Obear29 (1:51:00 PM): oh, I'm on every day
Obear29 (1:51:03 PM): work requires it
Obear29 (1:51:04 PM): Hi
Firenfun (1:51:07 PM): LOL.
Firenfun (1:51:15 PM): I MUST MISS YA
Firenfun (1:51:31 PM): ITS ALL GOOD
Firenfun (1:51:39 PM): JUST WANTED TO SAY HI

Thursday, January 24, 2008


"...your father's lung capacity is 35%, the doctor says that he has got to quit smoking."

This is what I heard during a conversation with my mom. An update on my father's health is nothing new, because I always ask how he's doing. I worry about him, maybe I shouldn't, I know he won't live forever, but I do.

Smoking is something my father has done for as long as I've been alive and then some. I'm 35. I clearly remember a carton of Marlboro Reds on the top of the refrigerator, put there, so the "kids can't get into them." But all you had to do was pull up a chair from the kitchen table and you could into anything on top of the refrigerator. We didn't. We (my brother and I) knew we'd get into serious trouble.

As I got older, a lot of my friends started smoking, to be cool, or whatever, it was the "thing" to do. So, I decided to try it too. Marlboro Lights, and I got caught and I got what was close to the worst spanking of my life, belt and all. And I'll never forget it. I never tried smoking again.

Ironically enough, my brother does smoke, so does my sister, so did my father's mother and father. And so does my father. You would think after all this, my sister, who's 21 and my brother who's soon to be 32, would catch a clue and quit, but no.

I know it's not easy to quit, to just walk away from it. If it was easy, we wouldn't need all these smoking cessation drugs, or anti-smoking programs, etc.

I have friends that smoke, I wish they'd stop. I won't date someone who smokes and I get a lot of flack for that. I've even gotten "what if the woman of your dreams is a smoker?". Then she's not the woman of my dreams. I can't and I won't watch someone that I love kill themselves from the inside out. I'm already doing that.

I'm watching my father die, slowly. And I've watched for years. I've watched a strong, invincible man become a shell of his former self. He gets winded now, has oxygen to sleep, whether for a nap or for the night and has portable oxygen, just in case and yet...he'll continue to smoke. I have a lot of respect for my mother, because they've been married for 36 years and she's stood by him, through thick and thin.

He's trying Chantix,(spelling?) so we shall see if that helps, but at this rate, I feel certain, he'll be lucky to see 70.

So now, I'm stepping off my soapbox, for now. And if this post gave anyone something to think about, it was well worth it.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008


I was testing a site to make sure one of our ads was running and I saw this under the "reviews" column.

9 of 12 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars Excellent Cat Food and Tastes Good, March 2, 2005

And I'll leave it at that.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008


There's a lot to be said about perception and I thought about that while I was at the gym last night and noticed an older woman taking a pretty fast paced aerobics class that was full of younger women (you know, in their mid 20's-30's). This woman, had to be late 40's, early 50's (no, that's not OLD, but it was older than the others), and although the rest of the class was able to keep up with the instructor, this woman was at best, one step behind, but kept at it and didn't give up and walk out.

And then, there's another instructor who teaches the Spin class. By "gym" standards, to look at her, you'd think, how can someone like THAT teach a Spin class. She's my height 5'6, no muscle tone that you can see, no definition, wears the stereotypical "big girl" gym clothes, you know, oversize t-shirt over her spandex and yet you can still tell she's "not in shape", again, by "gym" definition. But let me tell you this, this woman has an abundance of energy and has NO problems teaching that Spin class. I've watched women, that are slender, muscular, in "great shape", stop their bikes and walk out, EXHAUSTED! before the class ends. (I don't take this Spin Class because the bikes don't allow for a "coast", and my knee can't handle the sudden stop).

Then there's people like me. I'm 5'6, 190 pounds, I know many read, 190, wow, that's fat, and you're right, it is overweight, which is WHY I'm in the gym 5-6 days a week. Plus it gives me something to do and well softball is coming up. So, to look at me one might think I'm lazy and why would I be in a gym?

I'm so far from lazy it's silly. Not that I don't have my lazy days,but we all do. But I can say this and feel good about it. At 5'6, 190 pounds, I can bench press 75 pounds, 3 sets of 10, that's almost half, I've been away from the gym for awhile, of my body weight. So I can do that, among other things and ride my bicycle 30-40 miles no problem, and do other cardio as well. I have to ease back into running because I popped my kneecap recently, that was a new and miserable experience.

And yet, I see these huge, muscular guys who, at best can lift 200+ pounds 6-8 times and that's it, that's all they do. And these women, who have great bodies, but clearly are there to get in on the dating pool. They walk a little on the treadmill, do some crunches, then spend the rest of the time looking at themselves in the mirrors. (the men do the same thing) I do that too, but it ain't because I'm looking pretty and kissing my muscles. I do it to make sure I'm doing the exercise right, because I sweat like a pig in a pork factory. It's a GYM, you're SUPPOSED to SWEAT!

So you look around the gym and you see all types of people in there. All shapes, all sizes and you have to remind yourself....it's all about perception.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

And We Got....

More snow! I know it's just snow, but this IS Georgia and it IS kinda cool, so I took a couple more pictures of the backyard.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

It's Snowing in Georgia

Yep, it's snowing. See for yourself.

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Myriad of Emotions

As some of you may or may not know, a big news story here in Atlanta is that of Meredith Emerson, the hiker, who's body was found recently in one of our State parks in North Georgia. See this article if you're so inclined. Meredith Emerson

As a human being, this sickens me to the point of feeling empty, in that I want this man who killed her to face the same ending as she did. He agreed to show officials where her body was AFTER assuring he would not get the death penalty. And if I were in her parents shoes, I'd want the body if I couldn't have anything more.

As a woman (not that this can't happen to men), this makes me realize with an urgency that I must be more aware of my surroundings at all times, regardless of where I am or who I am with. I use to go cycling alone on the Silver Comet Trail that begins here in Georgia and ends at the Alabama border. I went alone, I went often (sometimes I went with my friend Rachel) and I never gave it a thought because at the beginning of the trail there's always a lot of hikers, walkers, runners and cyclists. However, after another woman was killed on that trail at the 17 mile marker, I began to notice that the plethora of people to readily available at the beginning of the trail begin to thin out around the 10 mile marker and were virtually non-existent at the 15 mile marker or further, save for the occasional cyclist that would go whizzing by.

It was then that Rachel and I promised never to cycle that trail alone and if one of us couldn't do, then we just didn't go, we went to the gym or found other things to do, with people around.

Rachel called me this morning to tell me she just heard Meredith Emerson's boyfriend on the Bert Show from Q100, a local radio station, and that it was the most heart wrenching thing to listen too and I believe it. Subsequently, Rachel's boyfriend has expressed his wishes for her not to go trail running by herself anymore, to which I and she agree. AND again, this morning we promised to never, ever go running, cycling, hiking, nothing of the sort without the other one or without someone with us and I know we'll both stick to it.

Because, as women our lives may depend on it.

My heart goes out to the family and friends of Meredith Emerson. In time, may they find peace within their souls and find comfort in one another.

Thursday, January 03, 2008

Borrowed from another blog - Where you come from

This meme is from "What Privileges Do You Have?", based on an exercise about class and privilege developed by Will Barratt, Meagan Cahill, Angie Carlen, Minnette Huck, Drew Lurker, Stacy Ploskonka at Illinois State University. If you participate in this blog game, they ask that you PLEASE acknowledge their copyright.

Bold all things that apply to you.

1. Father went to college
2. Father finished college
3. Mother went to college
4. Mother finished college

5. Have any relative who is an attorney, physician, or professor
6. Were the same or higher class than your high school teachers.
7. Had more than 50 books in your childhood home.
8. Had more than 500 books in your childhood home.
9. Were read children's books by a parent.
10. Had lessons of any kind before you turned 18.
11. Had more than two kinds of lessons before you turned 18
12. The people in the media who dress and talk like me are portrayed positively.
13. Had a credit card with your name on it before you turned 18.
14. Your parents (or a trust) paid for the majority of your college costs.
15. Your parents (or a trust) paid for all of your college costs.
16. Went to a private high school. (catholic all girls paid by my grandmother's death)
17. Went to summer camp
18. Had a private tutor before you turned 18
19. Family vacations involved staying at hotels.
20. Your clothing was all bought new before you turned 18
21. Your parents bought you a car that was not a hand-me-down from them. (paid for by my grandfather's death)
22. There was original art in your house when you were a child
23. You and your family lived in a single-family house.
24. Your parent(s) owned their own house or apartment before you left home.
25. You had your own room as a child.
26. You had a phone in your room before you turned 18
27. Participated in a SAT/ACT prep course. (but I paid for it myself)
28. Had your own TV in your room in high school
29. Owned a mutual fund or IRA in high school or college
30. Flew anywhere on a commercial airline before you turned 16
31. Went on a cruise with your family.
32. Went on more than one cruise with your family
33. Your parents took you to museums and art galleries as you grew up.
34. You were unaware of how much heating bills were for your family.

In the spirit of the exercise, each item you bold represents one step forward, or you can think of it as a bit of a head start or leg up. It is obviously designed to make us aware of how much privilege we did or didn't enjoy growing up, and how our class background has affected our lives.

And let me just say this. I now know, as an adult, how much my parents gave up so that my brother, sister and myself could have and do these things.

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

My First Experience with 2008

So, New Year's Day, I did what anyone would do, I cut the grass (yes CUT the grass), cleaned the patio, got paint on me, picked up larger limbs for fire wood, went to the Home Depot and the Publix (grocery store). You know, I relaxed! And yes, that really is relaxing for me.

The best part was the Publix. I go in, grab my groceries and get in a line where the cashier is waiting for the person to come back because he forgot something. I guess as collateral he decided to leave his 3 young children to hold his place in line. The kid closest to me couldn't have been more than 7 or 8 years old.

I also notice that on the belt is a 12 pack of Miller Light 16 ounce Tall Boys and nothing else.

The guy (father, baby daddy, whatever) finally comes back (yes I had stayed in line because believe it or not, that line was STILL the shortest), with a package of bacon. So now we got bacon and beer, breakfast of champions, BABY!

The cashier scans the bacon and at the same time, the 7 or 8 year old points to a National Enquirer and ASKS the guy (father, baby daddy), if he can HAVE it to read. He's a KID, what KID reads that crap? The guy (father, baby daddy) says no. (You know priorities, beer, bacon, I get it.) And they leave.

Here's the thing...I didn't know whether to be floored that the kid asked for that rag, the National Enquirer or to be elated that he knew how to read at all. I mean sure the NE (National Enquirer) is written at about 6th grade level which would be great for the kid to be reading about grade level, but seriously, National Enquirer? 7-8 years old?

I'm probably going straight to hell for posting this but...come on.

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

I tried to do this last night

But we all know how blogger is. So....

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL OF YOU! May 2008 bring you happiness, good health, prosperity and a wealth of fond memories.