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brightbluegirlI'm in a bit of a crappy mood today - I had real problems sleeping last night, and when I did sleep, I had wierd fear/noise dreams. I was half an hour late to work today, and even so I don't feel so good. I *think* I just need a couple more hours sleep, but I don't feel so healthy.
Tuesday
Tuesday was The Day Of Food. We started The Day Of Food with oatmeal pancakes and turkey bacon.
We walked to the post office, then the chiropractor, then the co-op (we needed more sunscreen, and now we have sunscreen that smells like lavender!), and then to Buffalo Exchange to see if I could get some new shorts.
Ok. The new shorts story. So my favorite shorts were dirty, so I wore these old black shorts. They are, frankly, HUGE. They're an XL (mens), and they fall off me, nowadays, if I don't put on a belt. But when I put on a belt, they make my hips look square, and they emphasize my bum-crack (in a bad way). I wore them anyway, but I was feeling pretty upset.
Andrew noticed, and demanded that we go to Buffalo Exchange and see if we could find anything to make me feel better.
So we went.
I found these cute navy blue long shorts (down to the knee). I went to try them on, and as I was putting them on, I thought "Oh, no, they're too small!". But they weren't. It's been so long since I've worn clothing that actually FITS me, that I didn't know what fitted clothing feels like to put on!
Oh My Oh My!
I looked SO GOOD in them. They're super cute, and they actually fit my waist (after cinching in the waist with these neat waist straps), and my hips look good, and my butt looks good. Huzzah for clothing that fits.
AND they are normal people sized. Still pretty big - 36 - , but they're NORMAL PEOPLE SIZED. My diet is WORKING. Oh MY.
Then we walked down to the University area. We checked out a camping store down there (no, I do NOT want to spent $300 on a tent and $200 on each sleeping bag, thank-you-very-much), then the bike store down there (we got a map of the first area we're going to bike out to and camp at), and then, to continue The Day Of Food, we went to Amerasia and had dim sum. Mmmmmm dim sum.
Afterwards we took the bus down to Old Town, and sat in the Old Town Square for awhile, with drinks (He had an iced mocha, I had a raspberry italian soda), chatting and resting. We wandered around a bit, looking for a housewarming gift for Cam and Nick (which we eventually found that day, although not at Old Town, and NO I'm not going to write it here, since Cam reads here and it should be a surprise). And we bought ourselves a blanket (I've wanted one since we bought one for his mother for her birthday), and did some more sitting and chilling and relaxing (yo yo, you know I'm chillaxin', yo!)
That night we went to this really fancy dinner we've been saving up for. The restaurant is called "The Melting Pot", and it's a fondue place. We were there for over 2 hours! It was fantastic. Our meal started with a cheddar cheese fondue, with 3 kinds of bread, and vegetables, and apples, and then we had fancy salads (mine was a california salad with walnuts and bleu cheese and a raspberry vinegrette, his was a mushroom salad), and then a Coq au Vin fondue (bouillon with red wine and spices, oh my GOD), with black tiger shrimp and duck and chicken and potstickers and sirloin and marinated tenderloin, and THEN dessert was a "Flaming Turtle", chocolate with caramel, all flamey like (we roasted marshmellows), with brownie pieces and poundcake pieces and cheesecake and bananas and strawberries and pineapple...
Oh My GOD was it ever worth it. Fancy to the extreme. We spent $100 after tip, and it was over 2 hours, and it was great. Really great. A real memory.
Yes, Tuesday really was The Day of Food.
Wednesday
Wednesday we slept in and then walked over to [Bad username or unknown identity: caric's] house, and then went to see X-2 for the second time.
I still enjoyed it, in fact, pieces of it I enjoyed more, but I found myself disappointed. Why, you ask?
Go on, ask!
Well, because I'm not a boy. I am one of the few of those girls who were in love with X-men, who collected and read and re-read. It was mostly boys. And boys mostly identified with Wolverine and wanted to screw Jean. And yeah, that's all well and good. Wolvie is cool. I mean, he's super cool. He's got the angst going, he's got the attitude, you know. I was disappointed because it was obvious that the script was written by one of those boys, and on some level, I just can't relate. Jean is a sex object. Storm has a couple of lines but is nothing but a foil for other characters. Rogue is a kid (without the invulnerability, flying, and split personality she got from Ms. Marvel, that made her so tortured and interesting). Kitty Pryde is merely "a little girl who walks through walls".
I want more, and I'll never get it. Never will there be enough interest by women like me (strong, intelligent, cynical, geeky sci-fi women) to actually make a movie like that fly. Sure, some dumb-ass romantic flick will do just fine. But what about the kick ass stuff? What about the strong tortured real life female movies? Where are they? Why can't we get more of THOSE?
So I was simultaneously thrilled and disappointed when I left the theatre. I'm afraid the boys heard just my disappointment.
Although it was neat to point out scenes and mention that they related to certain specific comic books, and havecaric remember the same comics. There's a real bond in geekdom.
We had some lunch, and went on our merry way. We lent him the 5 part Origins miniseries (The Origins of Wolverine), he lent us The Watchmen (which I've already read, but Andrew hasn't).
That evening Andrew and I finally got up the gumption to check out the local pool. It's a HUGE indoor pool, pretty busy in the evenings (but we're going to try swimming at lunch time next) and we swam laps for 1/2 hour.
After swimming I always feel so good - I think it's because my whole body gets worked at once.
We're going to try to do that twice every "weekend", for the next while. There used to be a time when I did aquafit 3x a week, and I've noticed that when I spend a lot of time in the water, my problem areas react in positive ways (they get smaller, oh yes they do!).
Then we did a 1/3 workout, and watched the American Idol "who-gets-cut". I am SO GLAD Josh is finally gone. Man he sucked. As far as I'm concened, he went too damn far on the army ticket. And then we watched the season finale of Angel while making a peanut butter/tofu/broccoli thing for lunches.
And that was our weekend.
Tuesday
Tuesday was The Day Of Food. We started The Day Of Food with oatmeal pancakes and turkey bacon.
We walked to the post office, then the chiropractor, then the co-op (we needed more sunscreen, and now we have sunscreen that smells like lavender!), and then to Buffalo Exchange to see if I could get some new shorts.
Ok. The new shorts story. So my favorite shorts were dirty, so I wore these old black shorts. They are, frankly, HUGE. They're an XL (mens), and they fall off me, nowadays, if I don't put on a belt. But when I put on a belt, they make my hips look square, and they emphasize my bum-crack (in a bad way). I wore them anyway, but I was feeling pretty upset.
Andrew noticed, and demanded that we go to Buffalo Exchange and see if we could find anything to make me feel better.
So we went.
I found these cute navy blue long shorts (down to the knee). I went to try them on, and as I was putting them on, I thought "Oh, no, they're too small!". But they weren't. It's been so long since I've worn clothing that actually FITS me, that I didn't know what fitted clothing feels like to put on!
Oh My Oh My!
I looked SO GOOD in them. They're super cute, and they actually fit my waist (after cinching in the waist with these neat waist straps), and my hips look good, and my butt looks good. Huzzah for clothing that fits.
AND they are normal people sized. Still pretty big - 36 - , but they're NORMAL PEOPLE SIZED. My diet is WORKING. Oh MY.
Then we walked down to the University area. We checked out a camping store down there (no, I do NOT want to spent $300 on a tent and $200 on each sleeping bag, thank-you-very-much), then the bike store down there (we got a map of the first area we're going to bike out to and camp at), and then, to continue The Day Of Food, we went to Amerasia and had dim sum. Mmmmmm dim sum.
Afterwards we took the bus down to Old Town, and sat in the Old Town Square for awhile, with drinks (He had an iced mocha, I had a raspberry italian soda), chatting and resting. We wandered around a bit, looking for a housewarming gift for Cam and Nick (which we eventually found that day, although not at Old Town, and NO I'm not going to write it here, since Cam reads here and it should be a surprise). And we bought ourselves a blanket (I've wanted one since we bought one for his mother for her birthday), and did some more sitting and chilling and relaxing (yo yo, you know I'm chillaxin', yo!)
That night we went to this really fancy dinner we've been saving up for. The restaurant is called "The Melting Pot", and it's a fondue place. We were there for over 2 hours! It was fantastic. Our meal started with a cheddar cheese fondue, with 3 kinds of bread, and vegetables, and apples, and then we had fancy salads (mine was a california salad with walnuts and bleu cheese and a raspberry vinegrette, his was a mushroom salad), and then a Coq au Vin fondue (bouillon with red wine and spices, oh my GOD), with black tiger shrimp and duck and chicken and potstickers and sirloin and marinated tenderloin, and THEN dessert was a "Flaming Turtle", chocolate with caramel, all flamey like (we roasted marshmellows), with brownie pieces and poundcake pieces and cheesecake and bananas and strawberries and pineapple...
Oh My GOD was it ever worth it. Fancy to the extreme. We spent $100 after tip, and it was over 2 hours, and it was great. Really great. A real memory.
Yes, Tuesday really was The Day of Food.
Wednesday
Wednesday we slept in and then walked over to [Bad username or unknown identity: caric's] house, and then went to see X-2 for the second time.
I still enjoyed it, in fact, pieces of it I enjoyed more, but I found myself disappointed. Why, you ask?
Go on, ask!
Well, because I'm not a boy. I am one of the few of those girls who were in love with X-men, who collected and read and re-read. It was mostly boys. And boys mostly identified with Wolverine and wanted to screw Jean. And yeah, that's all well and good. Wolvie is cool. I mean, he's super cool. He's got the angst going, he's got the attitude, you know. I was disappointed because it was obvious that the script was written by one of those boys, and on some level, I just can't relate. Jean is a sex object. Storm has a couple of lines but is nothing but a foil for other characters. Rogue is a kid (without the invulnerability, flying, and split personality she got from Ms. Marvel, that made her so tortured and interesting). Kitty Pryde is merely "a little girl who walks through walls".
I want more, and I'll never get it. Never will there be enough interest by women like me (strong, intelligent, cynical, geeky sci-fi women) to actually make a movie like that fly. Sure, some dumb-ass romantic flick will do just fine. But what about the kick ass stuff? What about the strong tortured real life female movies? Where are they? Why can't we get more of THOSE?
So I was simultaneously thrilled and disappointed when I left the theatre. I'm afraid the boys heard just my disappointment.
Although it was neat to point out scenes and mention that they related to certain specific comic books, and have
caric remember the same comics. There's a real bond in geekdom.We had some lunch, and went on our merry way. We lent him the 5 part Origins miniseries (The Origins of Wolverine), he lent us The Watchmen (which I've already read, but Andrew hasn't).
That evening Andrew and I finally got up the gumption to check out the local pool. It's a HUGE indoor pool, pretty busy in the evenings (but we're going to try swimming at lunch time next) and we swam laps for 1/2 hour.
After swimming I always feel so good - I think it's because my whole body gets worked at once.
We're going to try to do that twice every "weekend", for the next while. There used to be a time when I did aquafit 3x a week, and I've noticed that when I spend a lot of time in the water, my problem areas react in positive ways (they get smaller, oh yes they do!).
Then we did a 1/3 workout, and watched the American Idol "who-gets-cut". I am SO GLAD Josh is finally gone. Man he sucked. As far as I'm concened, he went too damn far on the army ticket. And then we watched the season finale of Angel while making a peanut butter/tofu/broccoli thing for lunches.
And that was our weekend.
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Date: 2003-05-08 11:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-08 11:09 am (UTC)Your expensive dinner sounds scrumptious. A lot of money, but dammit, sometimes the culinary experience is worth it!
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Date: 2003-05-08 11:11 am (UTC)Maybe. Mostly. Yeah. But I want her to be the main character, you know? Why couldn't SHE be the one? And I don't mean that in a "all movies are sexist" kind of way, but in a "I want to daydream too" kinda way. If that makes sense.
Yeah, it WAS a lot of money. We've been saving for that for 3 months!
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Date: 2003-05-08 06:25 pm (UTC)Sarah Connor: super bad-ass. But in the end she must relearn how to be a mother. How dare she try to replace the patriarchs!
The only problem with Angela Bassett in Strange Days is that she's not the main character.
Yes, there's Trinity, but I suspect that she's only a woman so that 1.) She can be a reverse-Cinderella love interest for Neo; 2.) So they can say they did it; and 3.) So those aforementioned boys can watch her fly around in latex pants.
Why can't a woman be the protagonist, and kick ass, and actually think and act like a woman? And I'm not talking about the mothering instinct. A lot of strong women in films are just clones of the males, with tight pants.
Sorry, little rant there. :)
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Date: 2003-05-09 07:23 am (UTC)And Sarah Conner isn't as important as her child - not just in a "learn to be a mother" sense, but also in a "he's going to change the world, you just birthed him" sense.
I am REALLY with you on this one. *sigh*
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Date: 2003-05-08 07:42 pm (UTC)Every time you write about X-Men2, it makes me want to see it more. Not 'cause of the too-much-emphasis-on-sex-and-little-depth-to-the-female-character thing, but 'cause of how happy you sound when you write about linking up story lines and such. Also, I like this sort of thing.
Anyway. Ketchup on sushi, by the way, may be in my top five worst-sounding foods list. I haven't made any such list, and it's on it. EWWWWWW. ~ Youmna
That sounded...
Date: 2003-05-09 05:56 am (UTC)And you shouldn't have gotten a house-warming gift. But I'll take it anyway. :)
Cam >B)