Fashion Faux Pas

Yesterday, Rebecca and I headed to the mall to shop for some birthday presents.  We browsed the little girls’ clothing because, well, we were shopping for a couple of little girls.  The girls’ section also interested me because next summer, Rebecca won’t be wearing baby clothes anymore, so I wanted to see what we had to look forward to.  Apparently what we have to look forward to is a big shopping pain in the butt.

Now, we haven’t needed to do a whole lot of clothes shopping for Rebecca yet.  Between gifts and hand-me-downs from Aunt Christine, she’s got a pretty full wardrobe already.  I still browse and purchase a few things myself, though.  And my experience has been overwhelmingly good.  Baby clothes are so cute!  Little girl clothes . . . not so much.

All I wanted to find was was a cute little sundress.  Something with some fun colors and easy to play in.  Most of what I found ranged from ugly to inappropriate.  Preschoolers should not be wearing slinky dresses.  In fact, kids’ clothes shouldn’t just be miniature versions of adult clothes, which was most of what I found.  Kids’ clothes should have youthful colors and prints.  They should be made with fabric that is easy to care for and easy to move around in.  And I hate that I have to say this, but they really do not need to be sexy.  Sheer blouses?  Really?  I don’t know if the fashion industry actually thinks what they are putting out there is appropriate or if they are just too lazy to design different clothes for little girls.  Either way, I’ll be looking for different stores to shop at or pulling out my sewing machine.

On the bright side, the total lack of decent selection meant I didn’t have a hard time deciding what to buy.

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Vacation Day 5: Mission San Juan Capistrano

Speaking of procrastination, it’s about time I finish our last vacation post.

Day 5 of our vacation we were headed to a wedding in San Juan Capistrano, which was really what prompted the whole trip to Southern California in the first place. It didn’t start until 5:30, though, so we had most of the day to kill. We decided to head to Mission San Juan Capistrano, which was actually just about a block away from the wedding venue (and less than half a mile from our hotel).

Established in 1776, Mission San Juan Capistrano was the seventh of California’s 21 missions. Because the parish population grew so rapidly, a great stone church was built on the site around the turn of the century. An earthquake destroyed the church in 1812, and it was never rebuilt.


The mission’s four bells survived the earthquake. Two of the four hanging in the bell wall today are reproductions.


The mission also boasts the oldest building still in use in the State of California, the Serra Chapel, which also happens to be the only remaining church in which Fr. Junipero Serra actually celebrated mass.


Speaking of Fr. Serra, we can’t pass a statue of the guy without taking a fun picture emulating the statue on 280 (a.k.a. the Junipero Serra Freeway).

We did a lot of fun stuff on our vacation, but I really enjoyed the mission. I thought the grounds were beautiful. In other words, I wouldn’t mind if my yard looked like this.


There is also an edible garden. I’m not sure who maintains it, or who eats the produce, but it was a pretty good garden.


Amongst the edibles was a grape arbor with vines that looked quite a bit healthier than the ones we have here at home. Of course these are not the original vines, but Mission San Juan Capistrano was home to the first wine grapes planted in California. Not surprisingly, they grew the grapes and made sacramental wine from them so they would not have to import it from Europe.


I liked some of the shots I got of various insects among the flowers.


And of course, San Juan Capistrano is famous for the migration of the swallows. We did not actually see any, but we did see evidence of them.


So that’s it. Five days of vacation.

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Vacation Day 4: Disneyland

Are you tired yet?  Because by Day 4, we were tired.  Nonetheless, we pressed on to Disneyland.

Digression:  We went to Disneyland, not California Adventure.  We ran into families at the wedding we went to on Day 5 and I asked the kids, “what was you favorite ride?”  and got a lot of “Tower of Terror!” and “World of Color!” and I was like “huh?”  Anyway, the point is, it’s really one park, even shares a parking lot, but they give it two names so they can charge you more for access to the whole thing.  I’ll remember that next time and get the park hopper pass.

Back to our day of fun.  A few days prior, when we got back from the Queen Mary, I checked Facebook and I saw that my friend Ashley had just arrived with her family at Disneyland.  Long story short, we ended up talking on the phone and planning to get together.

So we met Ashley, her husband Mason, their girls Ava, Norah, Keira, and Serena, Ashley’s brother Jared, and Jared’s daughter Isabelle in Tomorrowland shortly after we got to the park.  Sound like a big group?  It was actually two short, because Ashley’s parents were also with them and just hadn’t arrived at the park yet.  We got Fast Passes for Star Tours (more on that later) because they run out, well, fast,  and rode the Buzz Lightyear ride.  It’s funny, Ashley lives two blocks from my parents and I randomly run into her 400 miles from home.  It was a great surprise that they were at Disneyland at the same time, and a delightful visit.

Ashley’s family had a few days at the park and we were only there for one, so we went our separate ways.  We rode all the usual suspects: Indiana Jones Adventure, Jungle Cruise, Pirates of the Caribbean, Haunted Mansion, Big Thunder Mountain Railroad, Space Mountain, the Tea Cups, Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride, and so on.

Our first misadventure occurred on Splash Mountain.  We were actually nearing the end of the ride when the boats suddenly started to stack up.  We sat motionless for at least 15 minutes, with a loudspeaker periodically reminding us to stay seated and assuring us our experience would continue shortly.  It didn’t.  Finally, an attendant came out and helped us all out of the boats and led us through the ride to an exit, where we received front of the line passes for the ride of our choice before being released back into the park.

I don’t think I’ve ever been on a ride when it broke down before.  It was weird to walk through the ride, behind the animatronic characters, and see all the inner workings, and to see the sort of “back stage” area of the park where only employees go.  I took a few pictures, but I’m not going to post them because they really didn’t want us taking pictures and because I think it really does take some of the magic away.

Let’s return to our Star Tours Fast Passes, shall we?  Even though we got them at 9am, our return time was not until between 5:30 and 6:30 pm.  We spent the day doing other stuff and returned shortly after 5:30, only to find that the ride was closed.  Closed!  Apparently for the second time that day!  Needless to say, we were disappointed.  But it was nothing a Dolewhip float (me) and a funnel cake (Steve) couldn’t fix.

We re-visited some of our favorite rides, and eventually decided we were about ready to head out.  Steve suggested that we might stop by Star Tours, just in case it was up and running again.  I was skeptical, but agreed.  And sure enough when we got there they had just opened it!  They honored our Fast Passes and we were pretty near the front of the line, which grew very quickly behind us.

And now, here is the one and only picture from Disneyland that turned out:

That is Steve in front of a vehicle at the Indiana Jones ride.  He’s pretty convinced it’s one of the actual vehicles used in Raiders of the Lost Ark, pointing out that it has the same license plate and a number of other details are identical.  And of course there is no way Disney’s imagineers could possibly have recreated something from the movie, right?

Sorry, Steve.  I only poke fun at you because you are cute.

 

Vacation Day 3: Universal Studios

On to Day 3: Universal Studios.  We did the “V.I.P. Experience.”  It’s pricey, but Steve has wanted to do it for a long time and for a number of personal reasons we decided now was the time to splurge.  I’ll talk about the stuff that isn’t part of the regular park admission.  It started with valet parking — not something I’m used to.  When we got to the park, an attendant ushered us into a V.I.P. room through a private entrance, where we were treated to a light breakfast and a screening of Back to the Future, Part II.

While we relaxed, our guide, Heather, came in and introduced herself.  After a few more minutes, she gathered our group of 15 or so, and off we went.  We started with rides.  Heather escorted us to the front of the line for each ride and held our bags while we road.  She also provided us with ponchos for the Jurassic Park ride in case we didn’t want to get soaked.  I opted to use the poncho; Steve did not.  I enjoyed The Mummy ride the most.  I think it’s less than a minute long, which sucks if you’ve been waiting in line for an hour, but it really doesn’t matter so much if you just walk right in.

After we exhausted all of our ride options, it was time for lunch:  a private, gourmet buffet.  I ate lobster macaroni and cheese and Ben & Jerry’s Cookie Dough ice cream for dessert.  (No criticizing my food choices — we were on vacation!)  Everything I sampled was tasty, but the best part was security turning people away because the restaurant was for “V.I.P.s only”.

After lunch, we started our back lot tour, which includes everything that’s on the regular tram tour and some extra stops.  We first stopped at a sound mixing studio, where actors “loop” dialogue that didn’t get picked up properly when the scene was shot.  Next, we walked around the sound stage for the TV show “Parenthood.”  I’ve never seen the show, but I gather most of it takes place inside a suburban home.  And that’s basically what the set was.  Walking through the inside, it was just like we were in a real house . . .

. . . except for one thing . . .

No ceilings.  This is because with all the actors, crew, and lighting that are in the space, it gets very hot, so they need the heat to be able to dissipate.  Who knew?

After the sound stage, we walked through a prop warehouse.  It was basically like a giant Goodwill, except they had a huge selection of pretty much anything you might need.

Of course, we went through some of the same areas the normal tour does. Jaws . . .

. . . a flash flood . . .

. . . Wisteria Lane (guess what: the flowers are fake!) . . .

. . . and the Psycho house . . .

. . . but when we got to the “War of the Worlds” set, we got to get our and walk around.  It was kind of fun because another normal tour drove through, but they couldn’t get out, and our group ended up in all their pictures.

They’ve also changed the King Kong exhibit since our last trip.  It’s now a 3D, 360 degree movie experience.  It’s cool, but lacks the charm of the big animatronic ape.

When our tour was finally finished, it was still only mid-afternoon, so we were able to do a second round of the rides we liked best (still with front-of-line privileges, but our guide was no longer with us to hold our bags).  It made me realize that a big reason an amusement park takes all day is because of all the time you spend waiting in line!  It was still pretty early when we were ready to go.

Before we drove back to our hotel, we did a quick lap of City Walk.  That place does not impress me.  But, we did see Jay Leno filming one of his “Jay Walking” segments for the Tonight Show.

And that’s about it.  We stopped at an awesome little burger-slash-Mexican place for dinner (Sam’s Burgers in Norwalk, maybe I was just starving but those were the best fries ever), and just relaxed for the rest of the evening.

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Vacation Day 2: The Queen Mary

On the second day of our trip, we visited the R.M.S. Queen Mary in Long Beach. In addition to its significance as a luxury liner and a World War II troop carrier, the Queen Mary has particular significance for Steve because his dad traveled from England to the U.S. on the ship after living in England for several years as a boy.

When the ship was retired from service in 1967, the city of Long Beach purchased it and turned it into a tourist attraction, museum, hotel, and event facility (there’s even a wedding chapel).  The next highest bidder wanted to use it for scrap metal, so we are pretty lucky Long Beach won and we can still see it.  In addition to the general self-guided audio tour, the Queen Mary offers a guided Behind-the-Scenes Tour (focusing on the ship’s history and service as a passenger liner), a WWII Tour, and a Haunted Encounters Tour (which we were told is the most popular and happens to be the one we did not do).  As part of our ticket package, we also got to walk through a Cold War era Soviet submarine docked along side the Queen Mary.

We started with the Behind-the-Scenes Tour.  By far the best thing about it was our tour guide.  I can’t for the life of me remember his name, but he is featured on the Queen Mary website.  He looks like a ship’s captain there, but he’s really a tour guide. Probably the most animated tour guide you’ve ever seen in your life.  He didn’t just give us the tour, he performed it.  Every word was slowly and clearly enunciated with flair.  This was most evident in his explanation of the different classes of passengers.

You see, from the movie Titanic, most people think first class passengers are on the upper decks, second class passengers in the middle decks, and third class passengers below.  Not so on the Queen Mary.  Rather, the class section was determined by “smoooooooothness of the ride.  Smoooooooooothness of the ride.  Smoooooooothness of the ride . . .” and you get the idea.  I wish I could convey the gestures that went with it, sort of a slow horizontal movement with the hands.  Anyway, the smoothest ride was the center of the ship on all the decks from top to bottom.  Second class was toward the aft (they got engine vibration).  Third class got stuck with the bow because, in rough seas, it had a tendency to go “DOOOOOWWWN into the waves!  DOOOOWWWN into the waves!  DOOOOWWWN into the waves!”  Pretend your hand is a ship and plunge it DOOOOWWWN into the waves and you get the idea.

Speaking of the Titanic, which ship do you think is bigger, the Queen Mary or the Titanic?  Turns out Titanic was only a big movie, and the ship could fit inside the Queen Mary 1 1/2 times.

Ok, back to the tour.  The Behind-the-Scenes Tour was mostly through areas of the ship that are not open and on the self-guided tour.  Unfortunately, many of these spaces were dark and my flash was less than helpful, so the pictures were really bad.  I did get decent pictures of the first class suite we looked at.  I thought the living room was quite spacious, for being on a boat.

You might notice that there are four valves by the tub/shower in this next picture.  Apparently, at the time, people believed salt water baths provides great health benefits, so you had hot and cold fresh water, and hot and cold salt water.

The bedroom, also rather spacious, for being on a boat.

And finally, the HVAC, a.k.a. a fan.

One of the other visitors on the tour asked why the ship didn’t use a steam heat system, seeing as it is a steam ship.  Our guide didn’t miss a beat.  They couldn’t use steam heat because the ship was extensively decorated with woods from various parts of the British Empire.  This piece of inlaid wood artwork showcases more than 30 of the 50-some different species of wood used on the ship

This artwork is also a good example of the Art Deco style used throughout the ship.  Art Deco style flourished in the 30s and the WWII era, the heyday of the Queen Mary.  Art Deco is very ornamental, and part of the style’s success was in response to the forced austerity of WWII.  Its distinguishing characteristics include varied materials like aluminum, stainless steel, chrome, lacquer, and inlaid wood, and motifs like geometric curves, stepped patterns, chevrons, fountains, and sunbursts.

This area was kind of a mini-shopping mall when the ship was running, and it still is, just mostly with cheesy souvenir stuff.  You can see the step pattern and geometric curves in the ceiling detail.  Oh, and the cove lighting is pretty cool too.

I loved this mirror.  Look at the etched curves!

We ate lunch after the Behind-the-Scenes Tour.  I paid $6 for a little hot dog, a small non-refillable soda, and small bag of chips.  Doesn’t even come close to Costco’s buck-fifty dog and soda.  But look at the view we enjoyed while we ate!  You won’t find that at Costco.

After lunch we went on the WWII tour.  The threat of U-Boats made it too dangerous for the Queen Mary to continue to operate as a luxury liner between Britain and the U.S., but with a few modifications, it could effectively operate as a troop transport.  They removed all the luxury furnishings and added bunks, mounted some guns on the decks, and painted it Navy gray, which, in combination with its speed, earned it the moniker the “Grey Ghost.”  (“Grey” instead of “gray” because it’s a British ship.)

The Queen Mary carried up to 15,000 troops at a time, five times the number of passengers it could carry as a luxury liner.  As such, it did not have nearly enough lifeboats to accommodate all of them.  Luckily for the troops, it was never an issue, and the ship never fired its guns outside of training or morale-building exercises.

The look-outs manning the crow’s nest had it good.  Unlike most, this one was covered and heated.

At the other end of the ship, the sole remaining propeller, in a special viewing tank so guests can see it under the water. And yes, that’s a beer bottle floating there. Some people are so awesome.

I don’t have much to say about the Soviet submarine, the Scorpion.  I’ve been on the U.S.S. Pampanito in San Francisco and the U.S.S. Bowfin at Pearl Harbor (both WWII-era U.S. subs) and found both of those to be more interesting.

And that’s about it!  It took us a lot longer to see and do everything than I thought it would, and we didn’t even do the haunted ship tour.  A fun, tiring day.

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Vacation Day 1: Hearst Castle

Last week we took a little road trip to southern California.  The catalyst for this trip was the wedding of one of Steve’s close family friends in San Juan Capistrano, and we decided to make a road trip out of it and do some other stuff as well.  Day 1 consisted mostly of driving, mostly.  But to break up the seven-ish hour drive from the San Francisco Bay area of the Los Angeles area, we made a stop roughly midway at Hearst Castle in San Simeon.

I am sure I have driven through San Simeon at some point of my life, but I guess I never noticed it through the car window since I didn’t stop.  It is pretty nice.  Steve and I both noticed right away that the ocean is actually blue!  As opposed to the stormy gray that we usually see in, say, San Francisco or Santa Cruz.  Anyway, George Hearst apparently thought it was pretty nice too, since he bought a nearly 50,000 acre ranch (which eventually grew to over 250,000 acres) in 1865.

Speaking of George Hearst, when he was described on our tour, he did not resemble the George Hearst portrayed by Gerald McRaney on Deadwood even remotely.  Now, I know Deadwood is fictionalized, but I don’t think they would have the guy chopping off fingers and ordering murders if he was the kind, giving humanitarian the good people at the castle suggest.  But I digress.

It wasn’t George Hearst that built the castle, it was his son, William Randolf.  Little Willie played on that land as a child, and in his 50s, after building his media empire, he built la cuesta encantada – the enchanted hill.  Hearst built the castle over a 28-year period with the help of architect Julia Morgan.  Morgan herself was something else.  She was the first woman to graduate with a degree in architecture from the Ecole des Beaux-Arts in Paris, and designed over 700 buildings in California throughout her career. Photo of Hearst and Morgan, below, from Wikipedia.

Our tour started with a bus ride up a long and winding road to the top of the hill on which the castle sits.  We got some amazing views of the ocean, the hills, and animals that are descendants of the ones that used to reside in Hearst’s private zoo.  I can’t remember exactly what kind of animals we saw, but we did not see zebras, which the place is famous for.

We met our guide at the top.  He led us to the main facade of la casa grande and laid out the ground rules, which were: (1) stay on the tour mats and (2) don’t touch anything.

Once we entered the house, our first stop was the Assembly Room, which is where Hearst and his guests would gather for cocktails before dinner.  It appears I did not take a picture of this room as a whole.  I’m sure you can find one online if you are interested.  My best description is lots of fancy paneling and mouldings, tapestries all over the walls, fancy furniture, statues, and really nowhere for the eye to rest.  In other words, busy.  What I did take a picture of was the antique church choir stalls used as paneling on the lower walls.

Next we headed to the Refectory, or dining room.  This I did get a picture of, though it’s a bit blurry because it was pretty dark in there.  The room is pretty Gothic-inspired.  You can see the tell-tale pointed arch windows at the top of the wall at the end of the room.  The chairs, though, are Dante chairs from the Renaissance period, evident in the interlocking X shape of the legs.

My favorite part of this room was a carved wood statue of the Madonna and Child because it demonstrates the “Gothic sway” that was common in depictions of Mary and Jesus during that period.  It’s the gentle s-curve created in her body by holding the child on her hip.

We pressed on to the Billiard Room.  This room contained the most expensive piece of art in Hearst’s collection, a tapestry previously owned by Catherine de Medici.  It reminded me immediately of a series of early Flemish renaissance tapestries called The Hunt of the Unicorn.  The foliage is extremely detailed, the figures are pretty flat looking, and the horizon line is very high in the background – it’s pre-Brunelleschi and linear perspective.  Turns out it is a Flemish tapestry circa 1500.  Score 1 for school.

You might also notice the suspended light fixture smack in the middle of the photo.  Our tour guide mentioned that Hearst gave specific instructions that all light fixtures were to display the beauty of the incandescent bulb.  I guess at the time it was a big deal to have your whole house lit with electric bulbs.

The next room was uninteresting, except for the guy who decided he didn’t want to stay on the tour mat.  And after several requests from the guide and the security guard in the room, he decided to step onto an antique rug instead of back on the mat, which set off an alarm.  Good times.

Our final stop was the theater, where we viewed some silent movies of Hearst and his guests at the castle.  This room featured caryatids, which are columns carved to look like women, up and down the room, and holding the room’s light fixtures (again, notice the exposed incandescent bulbs?).

Once we finished the tour proper, our guide released us to roam the expansive grounds.  The views are incredible and the pools are amazing.  Here we are at the outdoor Neptune Pool.

The structures are actually pieces of ancient Roman temples Hearst imported.  They weren’t hard to find because the Romans were prolific builders.  They had perfected the art of building with slow-drying concrete and veneering with marble (as opposed to the Greeks, who built with solid marble), so they saved lots of time and money that way.

Of course, Hearst needed an indoor pool as well: the Roman Pool.  It may be hard to appreciate in these photos, but the entire inside of the pool is made up of small mosaic tiles.  I cannot imagine the hours of work that must have gone into it.

Also, check out the ladders in and out of the pool.  They are solid marble.  Not the skimpy plastic and metal you and I are used to, huh?

Here’s was I didn’t like about the tour.  We took the Grand Rooms tour, which is the one recommended for first time visitors.  For your $25 entrance fee, you get to see a whopping five rooms.  That’s right, five.  Did I mention there are 136 rooms in the house?  So you get to see less than 4 percent of it.  For $25 more dollars, you can see four more rooms on the Upstairs Suites tour.  And for yet $25 more dollars you can see four more rooms on the Cottages and Kitchens tour.  And there is no discount for doing all the tours in one day even though you are only taking one bus ride to the top of the hill instead of three.  Contrast that with tours of another wild estate built by a crazy rich person, the Winchester Mystery House in San Jose, which takes you through 110 of the 160 rooms on the basic mansion tour for $30.  Talk about a bigger bang for your buck.

Finally, W.R. Hearst’s mother was apparently the major benefactor of the University of California at Berkeley at the time, so our docent made a number of shameless digs at Stanford, which is seriously not cool.  If you got into Cal and Stanford, where would you go?  That’s what I thought.

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Top Ten List of 12 Things I Will Not Miss About the Gym

I just canceled my gym membership.  It’s not because I am planning on being lazy and out of shape (although I might be both of those things).  Steve and I bought a treadmill this weekend, reasoning that it was more cost effective than maintaining my gym membership, since he can use it too.

I must admit, though, that I’m a little sad about canceling.  I feel like I’ve had that membership forever.  I remember when I used to go early in the morning every day without fail, seeing the same friendly – but nameless –faces.  And I remember some great workouts.  It hasn’t been that way for a while, though.  The club that is closest to where we live now is kind of a trek, and I just don’t like it as much as some of the other ones I used to frequent.  Canceling is the right choice.

So, in celebration of my last few days as a gym-goer, here is my Top Ten List of 12 Things I Will Not Miss About Going to the Gym:

12)  People Who Only go to the Gym in January:  I have a friend who teaches group exercise classes and calls these people “Resolutioners.”  For the month of January, and maybe February too, the gym is always more crowded than usual.  I always found this annoying because it sometimes made it difficult to get a workout done in a timely fashion.  By March, everyone has given up on those resolutions and things get back to normal.

11)  People Who Don’t Wipe Down the Machines:  There is nothing grosser than approaching a piece of equipment and noticing that it is covered in someone elses sweat.  My particular gym required members to bring towels.  In fact, if you forgot, you had to buy one from them at a cost of $3.75 (happened to me once).  You’ve got a towel, use it!  There’s even paper towels and disinfectant spray located conveniently around the room if you want to be especially conscientious!  Seriously, no one wants to clean up your bodily secretions for you.  Really.

10)  People Who are Overly Cautious About Wiping Down the Machines:  I once lived in an apartment building in San Francisco with a small gym in the basement.  I was usually the first one there in the morning, early bird that I was at the time.  There was another woman who came in shortly thereafter several times a week.  She would go directly to the paper towel dispenser for two towels, one of which she soaked thoroughly in the drinking fountain.  She then proceeded to wipe down a treadmill, including the entire surface of the display console and the handrails, with the wet towel, and then dry it with the other.  And then she would begin her run.

I understand the need to wipe a machine off if somebody has left pools of sweat all over it, but when you’re the first user of the day, do you really need to wash the thing down?  What are you planning to do, lick it?  Or do you not wash your hands or, I don’t know, shower, when you are done?  We live in a world where we are sometimes compelled to touch things that others have previously touched.  Get over it.

9)  People Who Smell:  Admittedly, we need to be a little lenient about smells at the gym because people are working hard and sweating and there is going to be a little bit of body odor.  It’s simply unavoidable.  There is, however, a fine line between acceptable body odor and truly offensive body odor.  If you get on a machine and the people surrounding you move, this applies to you.  Please, consider a swipe or two of deodorant before you work out and by all means wear clean clothes.  Other gym patrons will thank you for it.

8)  People Who Listen to Music so Loud You Can Hear the Words:  If your music is so loud other people can recognize the song, it’s too loud.  You’re going to rupture your eardrums!  Oh, and singing along is also not okay.  If you were any good, you’d be on MTV.  Save it for the shower.

7)  People Who Talk on the Phone:  This one is on par with listening to music too loud in terms of competing with my own music and/or thoughts.  Plus, I don’t really need to know how poorly your Uncle Bud’s parole hearing went, or how that terrible rash you have just isn’t clearing up.  I’m all for multitasking when it makes sense, but how can you really get a good workout when you’re talking on the phone?

6)  People Who Don’t Respect Cardio Time Limits:  Most gyms that I have been to limit cardio machines to 30 minutes when people are waiting.  I know, 30 minutes does not seem like a lot of time to get the heart pumping, especially when you factor in warm up and cool down time.  That’s why I try to go at times of day when the gym isn’t crowded, so I know I can exceed the limit because there is no one waiting.  If there is a line, I’m off when I reach the limit.  It’s just common courtesy.  I once waited more than 30 minutes to get on a treadmill.  That means that every single person on those treadmills exceeded the time limit.  How would you feel if you were waiting that long and some people had been on for over an hour?  That’s what I thought.

5)  People Who Come in Business Casual Dress:  Dress shirts, Dockers, and loafers are not appropriate gym attire.  If you are too lazy to change into gym clothes, go back to your cube and eat your lunch at your desk.

Note:  Black socks with athletic shoes are also a no-no.

4)  People Who Use the Machine Right Next to You When Every Other Machine is Vacant:  There’s this concept called “personal space” that seems to be going by the wayside.  I mostly notice this in line at the grocery store, where there is always a cart poking me in the butt, but it applies at the gym too.  If there are 12 treadmills and only one is in use, don’t use one next to that person.  It’s creepy.  Take advantage of the luxury of space and choose a machine one or two down.

3)  People Who Use the Equipment Without Really Using the Equipment:  These people sit on the machines, precluding your use, doing something other than lifting weights or cycling, or whatever.  Usually it’s reading.  I get that you need to rest between sets on the weight machines, but do you really have to read a chapter in your book after every three reps?  If you wanted to read your book, you could have stayed home and out of my way.  If it’s not reading, it’s sitting on the equipment and talking, which is often worse because it may involve the talkers monopolizing not one but two pieces of equipment.

2)  People Who are not Really There to Work Out:  You know who I’m talking about.  It’s the 18-year-old girls in the Juicy track suits or some other ridiculous get-up with writing across the butt, brand-spankin’ new designer sneakers, long flowing tresses unhindered by a ponytail elastic or headband, impeccable make-up, and carrying Starbucks.  No water bottle, no towel, and, most importantly, not a drop of sweat.  That would clearly interfere with primary purpose of the trip to the gym, which is to meet hot, muscular guys.  Funny, I always assumed any interesting guys at the gym might find sweat a little bit sexy.  I mean, my sister, who wears a ponytail and sensible clothes and actually exercises, met her husband at the gym, and I met my husband on my way home from the gym, sweaty from spin class.  But what do I know?

1)  Hot Pants Lady:  This particular hot pants lady may be specific to my old gym, but I’m sure there are others like her.  She’s a woman, probably in her mid- to late-60s, who is at the gym every day.  She is clearly active and likes to stay fit, which is great.  But she wears hot pants.  Really, really short hot pants.  I don’t care how active and fit you are, by the time you are in your 60s, you are going to have some cottage cheese going on.  And she does have some cottage cheese going on.  Don’t get me wrong, I hope that I look as good as she does when I’m in my 60s, but if I do, I still don’t think I will wear hot pants.  On top of that, when she sits down on a machine, I can’t help but wonder what she is sitting on.  Is there really enough – or any – fabric between her naughty bits and the seat?

Actually, I think I will kind of miss Hot Pants Lady.  Her pants may be too short, but at least she’s an interesting character.  That’s probably what I will miss most about going to the gym, watching all the different characters that come in and out.  Not many people to watch from this new treadmill at home, but this time convenience wins.

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Choosing Charity

On my way home from the gym, I pass through an intersection that has a fire station on the corner.  The other day, there were three firemen out on each median at the intersection, wearing their helmets and fireman’s pants over t-shirts.  They each had a fireman’s boot and a sign with the MDA logo that said “Fill the boot for Jerry [Lewis]’s kids!”  They seemed to get quite a reaction, much more so than the average homeless person standing on the median with a cardboard sign.  People were honking and putting money in the boots left and right (get it? they had left boots and right boots, ha!).  Maybe it was the tight t-shirts?

They were out again today, and I thought I could probably spare a dollar.  The only problem: no small bills in my wallet.  The fireman that approached me noticed that I was rifling through the receipts looking for something donate-able and said don’t worry about it, if you’ve got some change in there, that’s enough to help.  So I dumped a palmful of change in the boot and got a nifty sticker, which made me feel like I’d done my good deed for the day.

Muscular dystrophy research is not something I would typically donate to.  I’d more likely give to cancer or heart disease, and I donate used items I no longer want to an organization that provides support to battered women.  But apparently a few firemen can sway my giving trends, at least for a few cents.  What kind of charitable organizations do you support?  What kind of thing would tempt to you expand your giving horizons?

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It Takes a Village Idiot

Steve and I took a trip to the grocery store yesterday evening.  It was pretty uneventful, until we got home and I tried to lift one of the bags out of the trunk of my car and it nearly ripped my arm off due to its excessive weight.  It contained one large jar of pickles, three jars of pasta sauce, and one bottle of olive oil.  The contents weighed in at 11 and a half pounds, which doesn’t sound like a lot, but it sure felt like a lot.  Not to mention the fact that the glass jars could very well have banged together and shattered, leaving my car a mess. 

I do take some care myself when I put my groceries up on the conveyor belt at the checkout.  I try to group like items together, so frozen or refrigerated items will stay colder since they are all grouped together.  I also try to put the heavy stuff on first, since it should go at the bottom of the bags, and the delicate stuff, like bread, eggs, and chips, last so that it goes on the top of the bags.  Seems like they often don’t end up this way in the bags, though.  I often end up starting to bag my own groceries when there are no baggers around, and I’ll admit it’s not as easy as it looks, but it’s not that hard either, and I’m pretty sure if I did it every day I could get the hang of it and make smart decisions about how I group items. 

So, should I be able to expect my bagger to combine items wisely, or should I just be happy he double-bagged all those heavy jars?

Home Depot: Can’t Live With it, Can’t Live Without it

Steve and I each spent a good portion of this past weekend working, so we did not get a whole lot done around the house, other than some general cleaning and making the place ready for some dinner guests.  We did close out our weekend with a quick trip to Home Depot, though.  We ran out of painters tape several weeks ago, so we grabbed a couple of rolls of that.  We also needed some lengthy trimmers to neaten up some trees in the front yard we can’t reach. 

We also wanted to look at bathroom fixtures, specifically to replace the gold-toned fixtures in the downstairs bathroom we just finished painting.  We looked at the displays and picked one out, but there were none left on the shelf indicated by the display.  I searched for someone to ask if everything they had was out on the shelf, but I couldn’t find anyone.  We went and did some other things, intending to come back later and see if we might have better luck.

While Steve examined some energy efficient light bulbs, I went back to the plumbing section.  Still no one there.  I went another aisle over and finally found an employee, who was fixing her hair.  I asked her if she could help me track down a plumbing fixture that did not appear to be on the shelf, to which she responded “oh, I don’t know nothing about plumbing.”  I realize she did state she had knowledge of the plumbing section, but I’m pretty sure that’s not what she meant.  I asked if she could help me find someone that did know about plumbing.  She said, “oh, I don’t know.”  And continued to fix her hair.  I looked at her for a second, expecting her to go on and suggest where I should look or who I should talk to, but she didn’t.  I turned and walked away and she didn’t say a thing. 

My next step was to press the button in the plumbing section that says “press for help.”  I hadn’t gone that route to begin with because I did not expect anyone would actually respond to it, and sure enough no one did respond.

Just as I was about to give up, an employee walked by the end of the aisle with a full shopping cart, I assume putting items back on their assigned shelves.  She clearly did not want to help me either.  I finally said, “look, I just want to know if you have any more of these in stock.  I can’t believe there is nobody here that knows how to find out.”  She walked over to the computer and 15 seconds later I had my answer: no. 

So we left without a new faucet, and determined to buy a new faucet somewhere else.  Unfortunately, this is not the first time I have had this problem at Home Depot.  Despite the safety orange aprons the employees sport, they are hard to find, and when you do find one, they inevitably will know nothing about the product you are looking for.  Steve says that’s why he prefers OSH or Ace, because the employees at those stores tend to know what they are talking about.  I guess to get the Home Depot savings, you are sacrificing on service.  Is it worth it?