Dancers Anonymous > yesterday's activities

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  1. fascination

    fascination Site Moderator Staff Member

    yesterday and to action conference for progessive catholics....other than that whole fear of getting ex-communicated, it is wonderful and wondrous and I am so glad we were able to make it this year...we were able to hear a wonderful Imam speak on the arab spring and to hear some of the "nuns on the bus" speak about their campaign...and many many other voices on the margins....all that and wonderful trying not to panic about the consequences of that....but, tomorrow is lesson day so I will work it off
  2. pygmalion

    pygmalion Well-Known Member

    Not sure how to respond, f, except to say that it's courageous people who change the world for the better. :cool:
  3. j_alexandra

    j_alexandra Well-Known Member


    Shelve incredibly dusty books; try to edit them into keep/sell/toss piles; father is uncooperative, he wants to keep them all; sneeze and drip a lot, they're very dusty
    Go to theater, continue sneezing and dripping -- waitaminute, this ain't just because of the books
    Home, tea, decongestant, bed


    Apply decongestant liberally
    Lesson; inform Teach that I have a cold and volunteer to leave, but he insists, bravely, that I stay; apply Purell every few minutes and hope for the best
    Crash and burn, drugs, soup, and bed
  4. j_alexandra

    j_alexandra Well-Known Member


    Wake groggy, but feeling somewhat better
    Rearrange guest room so impending visitor can actually reach the bed without climbing over books
    Adopt philosophy and realize father is never going to edit the books, and I am going to have to figure out something else to do with mine, which are languishing in an expensive storage unit
    Pick up SIL at Newark airport
    Home, soup, vin brulee in lieu of drugs, and my oh my, didn't that work well, color me happy (vin brulee is basically mulled wine, and a mug of that sent me to bed, where I slept like the dead and my sinuses cleared out; musta been the sulfites or something, but who cares?)
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  5. ChaChaMama

    ChaChaMama Well-Known Member

    8-11 AM--A company arrives that is going to help us get rid of stuff from our basement. We sort; they haul to dump. We have been bad over the years. There were a lot of old computer and stereo components down there, stuff we were obviously never going to use again but just didn't get rid of. Also, both of our parents have moved houses since we moved to Maryland and sent us stuff. DH's mom also sent us a ton of stuff from his grandfather's house when he died of sentimental value. DH decided we needed to take the bull by the horns and pitch the super-old Encyclopedia Britannicas, which were so musty and dusty (NOT helped by having been stored on a bookcase in our unfinished basement) AND, in some cases, held together by duct tape. I am not kidding. Child cried and asked if she could save a volume. We said "One." She would have saved more if she could. I understand b/c I'm sentimental too, but these things set my allergies going like you wouldn't believe.

    I did find some cool stuff down there too. I used to have a study upstairs at the house, but when I was pregnant with Child we realized that our existing use of our 4-bedroom house was not going to work. (We had master bedroom, 2 studies, and a guest bedroom). So since I have a fabulous office at work, I sacrificed my study at the time, with the agreement that we would finish the basement when Child was around 10 (which she is now) and put in a study for me. So anyway, all my yearbooks have been down there. Some of my own school papers from elementary school too. Some of them are a hoot!

    Side note/sad observation (that possibly no one will care about except me, but it's on my mind so I'm sharing): looking through my 8th grade yearbook, I notice that the school kind of turned a blind eye to bullying. There is this section called "Last Will and Testament" and you can "leave" things to other kids. Some people left my BFF: "a flood," "new glasses," "more 'chic' highwaters." Very mean-spirited. Yes, free speech and all, but in a school yearbook, I would think there could be some rules about what you can and cannot leave people. And it's all anonymous, which--as we know all too well in the internet era--liberates some people from the usual norms of decency.

    It wasn't just my BFF either. I see one boy was left "ban roll on & shampoo & a haircut" and another "toothbrush, new pants, new turtleneck, belt weight, puberty, new DEWAT & chapstick." I see one girl was left "a brain" and another left "one electric shaver."
    There are many friendly things in this section of the yearbook too, but why would the bullying things have been allowed? The principal of the school ran a pretty tight ship, but I take it that the yearbook advisor (I assume there was one) did not. Obviously teachers can't monitor every interaction, but allowing this stuff to be preserved for posterity and allowing the popular kids to feel a spot of joy at publicly humiliating other kids??? Way uncool.

    11:35--Took Child to gymnastics. In the parking lot, we see this woman hopping. Child "We know them. That's D--- from dance." The mom's knee had locked up massively and the girls wouldn't go in without her. Child, who is older than her kids, offered to take them in. So they went in, and I stayed with the mom and made small talk until her hubby arrived.
    12-1--Child did the gymnastics thing.
    We drove home.

    Grocery shopped.
    Made turkey chili.

    I also made a red bean salad, one of Child's favorite meals. (The recipe has it with white beans, but Child likes it even better with the dark red kidney beans, so that's how I do it.)

    Husband, Child, and I played Scrabble. Husband claims he has never played before!

    Put Child to bed, wrote in diary, spent some time on the computer.

    NURDRMS Well-Known Member

    First morning in three weeks that I didn't have to get up early and I wake up before dawn anyway. Sheesh. Work on friend's smooth dress. She wants fishing line in the hems (six layers of skirts!) Thank goodness for my trusty serger. Work on my own theater arts costume. Jog on treadmill...prefer to run outdoors but winter is kicking in. Shower and off to WONDERFUL dinner with friend at cozy place that specializes in wild game (elk, antelope, etc.) Had the best dessert...sugared jalapenos with white chocolate mousse. Yum!
  7. Sagitta

    Sagitta Well-Known Member

    SAT: Volunteer at Gift Shop (Forget my cutlery so cannot eat lunch that I brought with me. I also notice a $5 discrepancy at the end of the day, and so oh well...another first....). Lector at Mass and fumble as I read (Oh well, chalk it up to lack of sleep day....).

    Dance Social : Have a great time, not fantastic, but a better than good time. Best dance all week...making up for all my other drives and lack of what I seek. :) Temp rising with it in the 50s at 1:00am when it was 40s at 6pm! Weekend ending with a bang and a great introduction to the new week SUNday. :)
  8. pygmalion

    pygmalion Well-Known Member

    @CCM I think that we lived in a very different world than our kids do. DS's school has a no tolerance bullying policy that has gotten kids suspended for the smallest infractions. Unbelievable stuff. In some cases, I think there has been major overreaction. Not sure if it's fear of liability or what. I do remember that, when I was in K-12, the mean kids and bullies pretty much had free reign. They did whatever they wanted. It wasn't just your school. It was a different cultural climate, back then. Don't forget, back then was a time when a sixteen-year-old with debilitating cramps could actually take Midol to school in her purse without getting expelled. Heaven forbid that girls with cramps should have access to Midol. It's a slippery slope, you know. Today it's Midol. Tomorrow, crack cocaine. Short story: It's a different world. Some things about it are good; some are bad. *shrug*

    @NURDRMS. I know I should have asked long ago, but how are things in your neck of the woods? I know that your home was spared, when the wildfires came through, back in the summer. I also remember your alluding to neighbors that suffered terrible loss. I know it's been months. ( Was that June or July?) but it often takes more than a few months, to get back to "normal." Is everybody okay?

    @Sagitta. Your gift shop experience reminds me of a story I heard on NPR about a year ago. There was a volunteer-run museum gift shop that was losing money left and right, and nobody could figure out why. When the guy in the story implemented some very simple controls and monitoring, it turned out that EVERYBODY was stealing, just a little bit. Rounding up by a quarter here. Giving away a free poster there. Borrowing a scarf and forgetting to return it. Taking change for the subway from the petty cash box. Little bitty things that added up to a ridiculous rate of loss. Not suggesting that that is happening at your gift shop. I just found that story interesting. There were no evil grand larcenists (Is larcenist a word?) There were just little old ladies who liked pretty scarves or who needed change for the bus. *shrug*
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  9. pygmalion

    pygmalion Well-Known Member

    Weekend overview in no particular order.

    Crisis at work, and everyone is invited to go in on Saturday and/or Sunday to put out fires. Strictly voluntarily, of course. So I went ... NOT!!! Are you kidding me? What's that saying? Failure to plan on your part does not constitute an emergency on my part (or something like that.) Pssh. Home for the weekend.

    GF with ministry in South Dallas (aka the hood) invites me to go and help feed the homeless Thanksgiving weekend. This is their biggest weekend of the year. And the ministry serves mostly single women and their children who, for the most part, live in their cars. This cause touches me so deeply, but I am conflicted. I HATE the idea that, if you're homeless in November or December, you can get a hot meal or a winter coat or toys for your kids. But if you're homeless in July, a lot of the time, you're SOL. It bothers me. SO. MUCH. OTOH, what's the point of NOT doing something, whenever you can? So I cave and commit to get my heinie (sp?) and DS's heinie there. I also go to Kroger and get more than a case of canned green beans for only $0.50 a can. Much less expensive than buying the food service cans of green beans, if you do the math. And I manage to score a bunch of boxtops for 3W's GS. Win. Win. Win. :) I'm also going to make a giant crockpot full of my soon-to-be-famous Texas-style pinto beans. Add in another win. Those puppies are good!

    Cold front comes in and makes me even grumpier than I already was. Okay. Fine. Get cold if you want, but could you at least rain enough to wash the bird poop off my car? lol.

    DS goes over to BFF's house and plays Halo 4 for five hours. Seriously. Five hours? Oh well. I suppose that some things weren't meant to be understood. Besides. That's five hours of don't have to be a Mom time. In deference to DS's new found manliness, I refrain from using the words PLAY DATE. but you know what I mean.

    Go to Target and Dollar Tree and buy a bunch of cheap** (or perhaps I should say inexpensive) holiday decorations for home and office. I know it's crazy, but seasonal decorating (of the office in particular) has really helped me stay upbeat, through a very, very difficult year. Especially now that half my posse is gone and the other half is planning to leave, I must keep a stiff upper lip. So decorate I shall. Aside: I also find Butterfinger Bells, which can only be found during the winter holiday season. Oh. My. Goodness! Just the perfect amount of pseudo-chocolatey goodness!!! Cheap chocolate lovers: Hasten thee to your local Target stores and buy some bells before they sell out!!! Just sayin. Loves me some Butterfinger.

    While at Target, have my faith in humankind *somewhat* restored. Whoever "stole" DS's gym pants last weekend returned them sometime during the week. When the pants first disappeared, I called Target a couple times and asked. Nothing had been turned in. But, when I got to the store yesterday, somebody had brought the bag back in. It must've been a couple days ago, because the gym pants had been restocked. But I got my money back (the receipt was in the bag and I had my credit card.) AND in even better news, the Domo for President shirt that I bought DS on clearance last weekend had been re-stocked, but hadn't sold yet. DS got his pants and shirt of choice and I got my money back. Yay!

    ** Aside: How do folks feel about the word cheap? Many moons ago, I knew a woman who absolutely refused to use the word. She thought it was derogatory. She'd say things like, "It was a bargain," "Very reasonable," etc. Never, ever cheap. People can be very peculiar when it comes to their relationships with words.
  10. j_alexandra

    j_alexandra Well-Known Member


    Feeling enough better that I decide Today is The Day to Make Pie Crusts; check inventory of shortening
    Head to supermarket
    Home; SIL and father are awake, which is unusual this early (~10am); father is going to city for theater, SIL and I are going to do pie crusts
    Check inventory of vodka -- don't know why I bother, b/c I have 2 bottles of vodka in freezers, but... turns out there's 1/4" of vodka in each bottle, so back to supermarket; take SIL for a cider donut, too
    Beautiful, warm, sunny day, so stop for ice cream at local frozen custard stand; I get a kiddie cup of custard-orange sherbet twist, delicious; SIL gets frozen yogurt, nonfat and sugar free (SIL largely lives on yogurt, frozen and non, pizza, Chinese food and candy; her ulcers have ulcers)
    Home, crash and burn; so much for making pie crusts
    Watch a movie and get slackjawed, exactly what I needed; SIL has never seen Shall We Dance, so I get a dance-movie fix and she gets to see something new, a win-win
    Chinese for din
    Phone conference with DB#1, who is making me some window treatments that are likely going to be ridiculously expensive, but very beautiful
  11. j_alexandra

    j_alexandra Well-Known Member

    -Costing relatively little; inexpensive; good value -- this is the sense in which you use it, and it is common in American English to use the word this way, but it's not the only, or even the major, usage
    -Of poor quality; shoddy -- I use the word this way often
    -Worth relatively little -- yeah, you say you love me, but talk is cheap
    -Not worthy of respect; vulgar; -- not so commonly used these days, you don't often hear someone describing a person as "cheap" meaning "slutty, vulgar", more likely if you call someone cheap, you mean s/he is...
    -Stingy; miserly -- you cheap bastard, you always take me to McDonalds
    -Achieved with little effort -- a cheap victory; cheap laughs, cheap thrills
    -Of small value --in that neighborhood, life is cheap.
    -Of poor quality; inferior: that toy's a cheap piece of junk

    You've opened a whole line of inquiry in my mind of what's happened to American culture, since we think cheap is good -- b/c we not only get inexpensive, we get shoddy and we're used to shoddy, and we think it's good, and BAM, more of the incremental dumbing down of society that makes me so crazy, but I digress

    Thx for the opportunity to put on my English Teacher Hat. It was dusty.
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  12. ChaChaMama

    ChaChaMama Well-Known Member

    I don't mind the word "cheap,"...but I think it is one of those words where context is everything.

    I certainly don't want to be told I look cheap, for example. :eek:

    One colleague told me that another colleague only paid their babysitter $7/hr because that colleague was "cheap," and that definitely wasn't a compliment. (Admittedly this was quite a few years ago, but I was paying $10.)

    On the other hand...
    I have been told I'm a cheap date (because I don't drink), and I don't mind that.

    And cheap prices on stuff I want are always welcome. [Well, okay. Not quite true. Not if they come hugely at the expense of workers, which is why I don't shop Wal-mart. And even if I were a Black Friday kind of person, I would NOT shop at any of the stores that are opening ON Thanksgiving, forcing employees to give up a family-oriented holiday. Sort of a tangent to your original topic, I recognize, but not messing over the working-class is a core value for me.]
  13. ChaChaMama

    ChaChaMama Well-Known Member


    AM--Wrote in my diary.
    Read with Child.

    PM--Went to the college gym shortly after it opened. (It doesn't open until 1 PM on Sundays. Given the reality of college life, this makes sense.)
    Put in 5.5 miles on the treadmill.

    Home to 3 PM meeting with builder...but he's earlier and beaten me there! Guess I don't have time for a shower.

    The guy is super laconic and I sometimes think he thinks I'm an idiot, but that is okay. (I had questions about the healthiness of the air in the basement, because RIGHT NOW it is dusty and I don't know if there is also mold, but my allergies go into overdrive. So I asked if we needed to get someone down there to do remediation before then. He asked "Have you SEEN mold down here?" Um, no? He seemed to think the finished walls would take care of the dusty problem.) He did make nice comments about my having been at the gym, so I think he means well.

    It was super nice to have both turkey chili and the bean salad in the fridge all prepared and ready to go for today!
  14. Peaches

    Peaches Well-Known Member

    Oooh, Pyg!!! Will you post your recipe for your pinto beans? Love me some beans. Always looking for a new way to try them.
  15. pygmalion

    pygmalion Well-Known Member

    I've said it before; I'll say it again. You crack me up!

    This discussion reminds me of an old AT&T long distance commercial from the early 1990s. In it, a woman with a very prominent nose makes fun of lower priced phone service providers by saying, "Cheap! Cheap! You won't get anything this cheap at AT&T!" thereby making your point for you, j_alex. In American culture, there's often the assumption that cheap is a good thing. AT&T was pointing out that cheap can be cheap in quality, not just price. Ironically, AT&T lost that argument and a huge percentage of their market share, by not being cheaply priced enough.
  16. pygmalion

    pygmalion Well-Known Member

    Yet another fine reason to avoid Walmart, as if discrimination again women and people of color, decimation of small-town America, and predatory business practices weren't enough.

    Not that I have any strong opinions on the subject, mind you.
  17. pygmalion

    pygmalion Well-Known Member

    Sure. It's pretty simple. I'll dig it out and put some actual measurements in the recipes thread.

    Short hand version: Soak the beans overnight. Next morning, drain the water. Plunk the beans and some fresh water or veggie broth, a jar of salsa, some garlic, salt, pepper, bacon, chili powder, chopped onion and some celery into a large crock pot. Go to work. Come home and eat. Gotta love anything that involves nothing but a crock pot.
  18. Peaches

    Peaches Well-Known Member

    Thanks for the recipe! Ima def'ly hafta make those. (Once I finish with the stuff already in the freezer.)
  19. fascination

    fascination Site Moderator Staff Member from louisville to indy... 11-6: practice, lessons, practice, dinner, practice....go horizontal from 6 pm on, lunch, practice, lessons, shop....horizontal again
  20. pygmalion

    pygmalion Well-Known Member

    No huge updates today. I'm finding that every few days works better for me,YA-wise.

    Just wanted to check in and say that I did give the flowers to The Lady Who Was Mean to Me. I went out of my way to get pink flowers (She's a cancer survivor and wears pink at every single opportunity.) Pink alstroemeria. Very pretty. I also wrote her a card.

    I gave her the flowers at about 9:00 in the morning. She said nothing other than a perfunctory thanks. So I wrote it off and figured oh well. Nothing ventured. Nothing gained.

    Finally, at about 4:30, I got an email from her. Pretty terse, 'cause that's just the way she is. But the email said, something like "I give you my true thanks," and it mentioned how many people had stopped by and asked about her pretty flowers and how much she and others enjoyed those flowers today.

    Priceless. She didn't say much, but I know she had to dig deep to get those words out. It's hard to try to see things from the other person's perspective and even harder to apologize, however tacitly. I really appreciate her willingness to try.

    That made my day.

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