Cerebrate Good Times

Last night I dreamed that I went skydiving. I was with some guy who was an expert, and he jumped out without telling me which of the two cords on my parachute I would need to pull. I jumped out and caught up with him in the air, and he let me know which one it was, so I could properly deploy my parachute. It was fun.

For Christmas Sam got a superhero cape and mask, with which he changes from mild-mannered (relatively speaking) Sam to Super Strike! Last night Allison brought them to me to put on her. In addition to the zebra-striped footies she was wearing, it makes quite the costume.

One day when I was in elementary school, presumably in 1988, I was in the bathroom. A boy came in and asked me a question. I can’t remember the question, but it had something to do with Michael Dukakis , the Democratic presidential candidate. The boy then said, “He’s my dad.” The kid had the same bushy eyebrows and dark hair that Michael Dukakis did, and so it seemed plausible enough to my 8-year-old mind. Every once in a while I think about that odd experience. And today I finally looked him up, to find out that Michael Dukakis has no biological son, just one adopted son who would have been 30 years old at the time. So I have no idea who the kid was. The End.

I think it's a good idea to occasionally experience contrasts in life. For example, a miserable vacation taken for one week per year means that the other 51 weeks are that much better. And of course eating your vegetables makes dessert sweeter. I recently decided to try the beard thing again. And by that I mean I went a few days without shaving and decided to go with it for a while, for two reasons. First, it's nice to have a little extra face warmth during the coldest month of the year, especially when running. Also, it provides something to distract me a little bit from stupid cold, dark, boring January. A friend of mine said it makes me look 10 years older than I am, which I think is actually kind of funny. But that got me thinking that the best part will be when I shave it and look like I'm in my mid-20s again. Contrast. And a shout-out to Todd, whose first words to me upon seeing  me (on his wedding day, no less) were, "Does Katie still kiss you?"

Can we talk about January for a second? I just want to say that it’s the worst month ever. In October, when the weather starts to cool off, you can still look forward to Halloween. Ditto November, with Thanksgiving. And then everyone puts up their Christmas lights, and even in the cold, dark December you have that holiday to look forward to. But that generally stops on January 1. It’s the coldest month (Sorry, Australia, we’re North-America-centric on my blog), and the post-holiday depression is starting to sink in. Any snow on the ground starts to get gray and grimy, and spring is still so far off as to be a  distant memory. You start getting tax information, you find out how much you overextended yourself financially for Christmas, and the whole world just seems to be in a funk. Or is it just me?

I have a question for all of you: When did it become unfashionable for women to wear pants? I don’t mean dresses. I mean, they are apparently supposed to wear unimaginably tight leggings, or what appear to be simply dark nylons. It seems like every time I’m in a public place anymore, the pantsless trend is very much in evidence, with everyone looking like they’re one dropped quarter away from busting a seam and mooning the world. And even when they wear jeans, they’re that horrible hipster combo of tight and low-rise, giving everyone a muffin top. Seriously, I thought clothing was supposed to improve your appearance. And sadly, this part of the trend appears to be infecting men, too. It’s been five years since I’ve found a pair of casual pants that doesn’t make me feel ridiculous. I’m getting desperate to find new jeans that don’t feel like jeggings. I know there’s nothing to be done on my part. Women dress for the scrutiny of other women anyway, so I’m an innocent bystander. And as fo...

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