Saturday, March 22, 2003

Why, oh, why can't I ever do the Friday Fives on time? I should just start calling them my Weekend Fives. Doesn't have the same consonance as the other, but would be more accurate. Anyway, here they are.

1. If you had the chance to meet someone you've never met, from the past or present, who would it be?
I always thought Amelia Earhart was pretty cool. When I was younger I did a paper on her because I admired the first woman in flight. She had such courage to go out and do a "man's" role. I think she helped lead the way for many of the things us women do today. She became such a legend with her disappearance, along with the other mysteries of our time: Jim Morrison, Elvis, etc. They're probably all living on some island somewhere.

2. If you had to live in a different century, past or future, which would it be?
I'd live in the Jetson's version of the 21th century. Moving sidewalks, cars that dropped you off at your exact destination, voice operated appliances. I think we all thought that by the year 2000 we'd have all of those things. Of course, we're close to that in many respects with movable walkways in airports, and voice-powered navigational systems in cars. But we still don't have those cool clothes that Judy and Jane wore.

3. If you had to move anywhere else on Earth, where would it be?
Australia. They just seem to have such a laid-back way of life there. Everyone has a healthy tan and those cool accents. I've love to hang out with the koalas and kangaroos and just soak in the beautiful scenery. Of course my view of Australia is very simplistic, but that's how I imagine it would be there.

4. If you had to be a fictional character, who would it be?
Stuart Little. How cool would it be to sleep in a little bed made of a matchbox, to have a little toy roadster and to use a spool of thread as a table. I wonder how big the world would really look if you were that small. It would probably be the same feeling you get walking around New York City underneath all of those skyscrapers.

5. If you had to live with having someone else's face as your own for the rest of your life, whose would it be?
Oh, so many beautiful people to choose from. I'd probably want a timeless beauty like Audrey Hepburn who aged so gracefully. But was that because she had such a beautiful and classy personality and presence as well? I guess I could adopt that too.


Thursday, March 20, 2003

Well, I'm feeling much better, but I can't for the life of me think of anything to write about. I guess I'm just not feeling that creative. I think my mind is too full of the constant barrage of news coverage about the war. No matter what station I turn to, some news anchor is repeating what we've heard a hundred times already. My blog is definitely not a political outlet for me. I rarely talk politics in real life, and will not do so here. But regardless of my views, the media really bug me.

It's almost as if they're trying to hold our attention so that they'll be the first to show some explosion or sign of destruction. The media are having a field day. This is what they look forward to. In a sense, they almost trivialize what is going on because of the sensationalistic way in which the media report. There's nothing to sensationalize about war.

Don't get me wrong. I think it's important that we know what's happening in the world. We shouldn't just look away and pretend it's not happening. It's just that I can almost see the excitement in some of these anchors' eyes, like "Oh, this clip is going to be great. We're really going to shock some people!"

I'm also tired of the media's coverage of all of the anti-war demonstrators. While I agree that they have a right to say how they feel about this war, the media seem to focus on the fanatics who claim that our president is the anti-Christ. It's just too much. The media has compared these demonstrators to those during Vietnam. I just worry about our troops. That the same thing that happened in Vietnam will happen now. I worry that those who are so against the war will direct those feelings to our troops, who are only doing their jobs. What happened to the veterans of the Vietnam war was a tragedy. I hope it won't happen again.

So while I'm tired of watching repeated shots of Baghdad at night, and of angry crowds across the world, I won't tire of sending good thoughts and prayers for the people who are fighting on our behalf. They deserve it.

Tuesday, March 18, 2003

Blaugghhh. That's how I feel today.

I got back from Vegas yesterday after spending a weekend of drinking, eating and gambling. I'm not sure what makes me think that I'll feel good with 3-4 hours of sleep a night, downing many free beers, and eating 99 cent nachos. I mean, yeah it feels good at the time, but my body's paying for it now. I need to remember that I'm not 21 anymore, haven't been for a while, and that I need to take it easy.

But I guess I just thought that it had been a while since I was able to drink without having to be responsible for a little life at home (my husband's parents watched our daughter while we were gone), and since I had stayed up 'til the wee hours of the morning, laughing with strangers and winning big (well, maybe not big, but at least winning enough to continue sitting at the table). So I have to admit that I did have a good time.

Until now. Now my throat is sore and scratchy, I'm congested and sneezing, and very tired. It's hard to feel this way, and then put on a happy face while playing with my daughter. She's too young to understand that I want to be in bed all day. She just knows that she needs her breakfast at 7:30 a.m. and that she wants to play all day.

It's a good thing these play weekends are few and far between. Hopefully I'll feel better tomorrow and be able to write about more fun and interesting things than my agony. All right, now I'm just feeling sorry for myself. I'm not in agony, just a little miserable right now. I think I'll try to get a little rest while she's taking a nap.