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June 8, 2006
More About Me
Because, you know, it's all about me
You know, I was rather proud of my entry last week. Until the Husband (AKA, the Hub) read it. Looking over my shoulder, he read, muttered, "huh," read some more, said in a distracted tone, "okay," finished reading, and said, "It's cute."
Cute? He knows I don't do cute. To quote the great Annie Savoy, "Cute? Baby ducks are cute, I HATE cute! I want to be exotic, and mysterious!" Of course, I could do a whole post alone on the beauty that is the dialogue from Bull Durham but that would be veering off-course from my intended topic.
Which is me.
You see, because after he said, "It's cute," and I did my outraged, "What's wrong with it?" and he backed off from what was no doubt the murderous gleam in my eye, he finally said, "Well, it's a great post, honey, but you didn't really tell them anything about yourself."
Me: "I did. I told them all about how much I love the Literary Chicks and the history I have with so many of them and..." It's about this point he's crossed his arms and is giving me That Look.
Him: "Yes, you told them about your history with the chicks, you just didn't tell them much about yourself."
Me: "But... I'm not really all that interesting."
Him: (Giving me That Look again.) "Look at all you do."
Me: "Lots of people do things that are far more interesting than me. Alesia leg-presses entire cars and Michelle deals with Dutch bureaucracy and Eileen plans parties with her sisters without killing them."
Him: "All of which is very impressive, but you're pretty interesting too.
Me: "This is like that Mom thing, right? Where you're supposed to say stuff like that?
Him: (Delivering That Look again. You'd think it would get exhausting.) "You're a pain in the ass, you know that?"
(Well, yes. Not a big surprise here.)
Me: "Okay, fine. I'll make the next post All About Me."
Him: "No you won't. You'll probably natter on about music or Cute Shoes or a dress you're dying to have."
Damn, but he knows me. I was going to post about the buying binge I went on, on iCrack (erm, iTunes) and about the seriously cute dress I'm currently lusting after. After all, need something new and fabulous for my first signing, right and it's soooo adorable. It's this sundress with a hot pink bodice and white circle skirt and... oh, man, I'm drifting again, aren't I?
Okay, okay. Here goes. Me. The basics, you know-- the Cuban-American part, the brought up in Miami, etc. I'm thirty-mmmph, in July, I'm going to have been married to the Hub for fourteen years, despite frequent opportunity (and reason) to kill him in his sleep. We have two, two-legged children: Drummer Boy who is going to be *gasp* ten in July, and The Diva, who is eight, going on thirty-five. We have two four-legged children of the eighty-five pound lap dog variety. This is our Elder Statesman, Jake who is the most patient, wonderful dog on the planet. And this is Mooshu being Very Fierce. This is a shot of him just being his usual furry self.
Let's see... what else? I'm pretty much as Virgo as Virgo gets, which can be Very Scary, according to the nearest and dearest. And no, to clear up a popular misconception, being Virgo doesn't mean I'm a neat freak. It means I have certain standards of organization. Totally different from being a neat freak. Just ask the dust bunnies I have arranged by date of appearance.
Now, see, this is where I get stuck-- what could y'all possibly want to know about me? I was a competitive figure skater for years. Yay. Um, let's see-- outside of music, one of my other passions is collecting cookbooks, with a particular emphasis on American Regional cooking, including product and Junior League cookbooks. (And yes, I actually cook from them, which is one reason I gained a humongous amount of weight at one time-- that's been curbed, somewhat.) Anyhow, the collection is up over seven hundred and among some of my gems: a 1944 edition of The Joy of Cooking with exchanges to account for wartime rationing; a 1950s-era General Foods Kitchen cookbook with absolutely hilarious entries such as how to throw an authentic Hawaiian Luau, complete with recipes using canned pineapple, and my absolute favorite, Memories of a Cuban Kitchen by Mary Urrutia Randelman. Okay, so not an antique and on first glance, maybe not American Regional cooking, but for me, it is. See, this book is chock full of the foods I grew up on, and as an added bonus, is a remarkable look at life in Cuba before 1960-- the kind of life my family had, since the author's family was very similar to mine.
Reading the anecdotes and seeing the pictures makes me long for the ability to call up the Way Back Machine and take a spin back to the Cuban of the thirties or the fifties, when it was a world-reknowned playground and vacation destination. To go the Tropicana and have a rum drink and dance a son or a merengue before going for a stroll on the beach. You know, the stuff that those old travel posters are made of. Another passion of mine-- vintage advertising art.
And music. And movies. And cute clothes and tell me, is this not one of the cutest dresses, EVER?!?
Sorry.
Couldn't help myself.
Posted by at 7:00 AM | Comments (17)
Comments
>>I was a competitive figure skater <<
REALLY???? I never knew that. Trying to imagine you in a Dorothy Hamill haircut . . .
And it was 13,000 pounds yesterday, my friend. I think we're up to small truck now. :)
Off to the Joy and the Madness that is the first-grade field day now. Pray for me.
Posted by: Alesia Holliday
at June 8, 2006 8:10 AM
Annie has always been one of my heroes. "Despite my rejection of most Christian and Judean ethics, I am, within the framework of the baseball season- monogomous." That line still makes me laugh. Of course, I can't watch it at home anymore, since it annoys the snot out of everyone when I can't stop saying all the lines. It's almost as bad for me as "The Princess Bride". Ahhh.
And you are VERY interesting. I think I like your Hub, he sounds like mine. It's good that he makes you think about all that you do, especially in comparison to your friends. Mine does the same.
But, like Alesia, I really can't picture you with a Dorothy Hamill do. I had one for a few years when i was a kid. Ick. That's all I'm saying.
Posted by: dee at June 8, 2006 10:43 AM
Figure skater? No kidding. And you say you're not interesting. The most interesting thing on my resume is that I can whistle only by sucking air in instead of blowing it out. Whoo.
Posted by: Cate at June 8, 2006 12:23 PM
OMG, I LOVE "Bull Durham"!
"You did not get lured--women are much too strong and powerful for that."
"Honey, we all deserve to wear white."
"You lollygag to first...you lollyag to to the outfield...what does that make you? LOLLYGAGGERS!"
Posted by: Beth at June 8, 2006 1:39 PM
. . . and there are the same number of stitches on a baseball as there are beads in a rosary . . . Wow! I LOVE that movie!
I can totally see you in that dress, Barb!
Eileen
Posted by: Eileen
at June 8, 2006 2:06 PM
P.S.-- That dress is hella cute. I *heart* Anthropologie. We must be twins separated at birth!
Posted by: Beth at June 8, 2006 3:15 PM
I guess I'm going to have to try Bull Durham again. Barb? Bring it to Atlanta? Because I respect all y'all's opinions, but it bored the everloving snot out of me when I watched it.
Posted by: Alesia Holliday
at June 8, 2006 4:34 PM
Oh, I'm so seeing a BULL DURHAM watching party. Yep-- it's coming to Atlanta. I can't believe you were bored by it, Alesia-- I mean, with immortal lines like,
"Your shower shoes have fungus on them. You'll never make it to the bigs with fungus on your shower shoes. Think classy, you'll be classy. If you win 20 in the show, you can let the fungus grow back and the press'll think you're colorful. Until you win 20 in the show, however, it means you're a slob."
Dee and Alesia, y'all can keep imagining the Dorothy Hamill haircut because it never happened. My mother would just as soon cut off her right arm than allow my hair to be cut short as a kid. Therefore, I had butt-length hair until I was eighteen.
Cate, that was the only way I could whistle for the longest time too-- and I absoltuely long to whistle through my fingers, but I just can't do it. Can't roll my tongue up into a little tube either, but that's a genetic thing. No. Really, it is.
And isn't that dress just the bee's knees? I'm going to be driving past Anthropologie tomorrow... should I go in and see if they have it? Just to try on? Hmm...
Posted by: Barb at June 8, 2006 6:04 PM
I hope it's one of those movies that hold up. I can't believe the number of videos I've rented for the kids because I remember the movie being great and then we watch it and it's, well, uh, not so great.
Posted by: Eileen
at June 8, 2006 6:05 PM
OMG! Is that paisley eyelet? See Janina covet. Covet, Janina, covet.
Posted by: Janina at June 8, 2006 9:58 PM
Eileen, I know what you mean. I had that happen last fall, with "The Pirate Movie". I remembered it from when I was young, and I just remember all the singing and the silliness of it. Soooo, I bought it, thinking my kids would get a kick out of it. We started watching it, and I had to turn it off. It seems that it got a lot more risque over the years. Or maybe all of those innuendoes just flew right over my young head. Either way, it just wasn't same!
Too bad. Ta-ran-ta-ra, ta-ran-ta-ra!
And Alesia, I'm wondering if you were slipped a mickey the night you saw BD. I just can not imagine anyone not totally falling for that movie. I developed a LOVE for minor league baseball after that movie, and I am a total football chick. Let me tell you, there was just something about those Bulls... "Anything that goes that far oughtta have a stewardess on it!"
Posted by: dee at June 8, 2006 11:57 PM
Ok, just one more BD comment, and then I'll stop...
Can I just say that I have never had a long slow soft deep wet kiss that lasted for three days? But I really believed that they might exist after Crash said that to Annie. Still, to this day, that is the one thing that makes me sigh like nothing else can... Crash's "I believe" speech.
Posted by: dee at June 9, 2006 12:06 AM
Total Baseball junkie here. Seen them all. Even had a BD moment last night when we watched one of our dearest friends on sports center. Because now he's in the freakin' show. Got drafted by the Giants. He did the "I only want to help the team speech. Bull Durham is the ultimate baseball movie. Seriously Alesia, I think you're missing a gene or something. You didn't like Bull Durham?
And Barb, you cute little figure skater. I can totally see you in that dress. You must have the new dress for signings and conference and because the not murdered in his sleep yet husband must take you out to dinner on release day.
700 cookbooks? They have their own room? Have I told you about my Barbies?
Posted by: Cindy at June 9, 2006 8:52 AM
Obviously I must watch Bull Durham, since y'all are raving over it. I must confess, I don't think I have ever watched it. Not a big baseball fan here, but we do have a great minor league team here in Modesto that unfortunately got re-named the Modesto Nuts. We don't even want to talk about that--really, we don't. Suffice it to say that we used to be a farm league team for the A's and now we belong to the Colorado Rockies, and no one in this blessed town could come up with a better moniker than The Nuts.... At least we aren't the Alabama Biscuit Eaters--I kid you not! That's a real team....
700 cook books? I think I love you! I covet your Joy of Cooking! I have some old books from the early 1930's that are regional cook books--put together by ladies from different churches and community groups. Great recipes, aren't they? My husband used to buy storage units that people lost for not paying the rent and one of them had TWO ice chests full of cookbooks. I was in heaven! Couldn't keep them all, unfortunately, since I only have limited storage space, but the ones I got to keep are wonderful! Even have some hand-written recipes from them...
And so glad to hear that there is another Virgo in the world that isn't a clean freak! My dust bunnies would love to have coffee with yours and discuss the dog hair that keeps getting into everything (we have four dogs!)!
So I guess you were wrong--you ARE very interesting! Don't you just HATE it when the hubby is right?!! *wink*
Posted by: Sheri at June 9, 2006 10:19 AM
>OMG! Is that paisley eyelet? See Janina covet. Covet, Janina, covet.
Yep, indeed-- paisley eyelet. Alas, they did not have it at my local Anthropologie. Looks like if I want to try it on, I'm going to have to bite the bullet and order it. At least I already have shoes to go with. More than one pair, actually.
Eileen, it totally holds up. I have a ritual every spring, right before the start of the regular season, I sit down and watch MAJOR LEAGUE, and BULL DURHAM.
And Dee, I know what you mean about old movies-- although finding out it's more risque than you remember is different from it not holding up. I remember going to see Grease as a kid and totally loving it-- then like five or six years later, when I performed in it (and of course, we all watched the movie again) I couldn't believe anyone had let me see the movie as a kid. There were so many double entendres that had just gone over my head. It's like Bugs Bunny cartoons-- that's the genius behind them-- they're as funny for adults as they are for kids.
Cindy, the cookbooks don't necessarily have their own room-- I just decided to make the dining room actually useful. :-P And what's this about Barbies? The Diva has every Holiday Barbie from the year she was born, on. My mother buys them for her.
>>At least we aren't the Alabama Biscuit Eaters--I kid you not! That's a real team....
You don't mean the Montgomery Biscuits (almost as bad, mind you.) They're in our League-- we're home to the Jacksonville Suns, which is a Dodgers affiliate. I guess the funkiest name in our league might just be the West Tennessee Diamond Jaxx. Diamond Jaxx. Sounds like a stripper, doesn't it?
>>My dust bunnies would love to have coffee with yours and discuss the dog hair that keeps getting into everything
We'll definitely have to make a date. And I meant to ask last week-- what DD#2 listening to that's making you cringe? Maybe I can come up with an alternative that won't make your ears bleed.
And Husband? Right? What are these words of which you speak? They sound so foreign...
Posted by: Barb at June 9, 2006 1:54 PM
Lordy, Barb, I had just about put that the most interesting thing about me was that I could roll my tongue. Holy crapola, we think way too much alike some days. But you are also correc that it is genetic -- and only one of my three boys has the gene, as well.
Bull Durham is a blast. Alesia, you must try it again. The line about long, slow, wet kisses is worth it all alone.
Posted by: Cate at June 9, 2006 3:50 PM
Another reason to love you all! Bull Durham is one of my all-time favorite movies, and after all these years I still quote it constantly. Lots o' my fave quotes have beem mentioned here, although one of them is so random:
"My socks? It's cold in here." -- love the way Nuke says that.
Then there's always:
"Get a hit, Crash." "Shut up." -- still cracks me up every time
"I am not some quote, piece of ass, unquote" and "I gave you a gift. You stand here showing up my pitcher? Run, dummy!" are featured 'round my house quite often. That and "announcing my presence with authority," which DH and I both use in a variety of situations.
Barb, did you really have the Dorothy Hamill? I wasn't so lucky; my sister had it, so I got the Toni Tennille. EEP!
And you have a very interesting past and a very interesting life!
Rebecca, rambling
Posted by: Rebecca at June 11, 2006 6:24 PM


