7 posts tagged “vox”

What's the infamous story people tell about you? 
Submitted by Cherney.

OMG, there are sooooooooo many, some I'll tease you with here! If you asked this question in the last 9 years, the answer would be "none", as post kids, I've turned into the model mom and have pretty much renounced my former infamy. I'm still "crazy mommy", but not "infamous" crazy mommy! Prior to my kids, I've been pegged with monikers that ranged from "dePunka", and "Dangerous Deb" to "Wild Woman", and I always gave my friends and acquintances a new tale or adventure to tell, although fortunately, I always knew where to draw the line.  My long term friends always ask me to write a book journaling some of my best stories, and we love to laugh as we relive them! Maybe one day I will write that book.

If asked, I don't know which of the many stories any given person might tell. There was the time in high school when we were reading the Merchant of Venice and the teacher was reading aloud the "boil and bubble, toil and trouble" intro lines and out of the blue, I felt compelled to I let out my best witch cackle at the top of my lungs, reminiscent of the wicked witch of the West's, "I'll get you my pretty, nah, hah ha ha" in The Wizard of Oz. The teacher and class fell to pieces in laughter and we laughed the whole rest of the class period. There was the time when I was in college where my girlfriend and I were flirting with some guys at the diner after being out all night, had breakfast with them, and all of a sudden, when we exchanged information, I realized the one guy was my former 7th grade teacher (albeit, he was cute)! Yuck! Maybe they'd tell of the time I worked for the U.S. Courts in Washington D.C. and while going to work every day in a conservative suit I cut my hair into a full on mohawk.

Could it be the time I worked for SONY in Los Angeles and due to sheer moxie talked my way into an extra roll on the 80s TV hit "Hunter"? Maybe it was the seat of my pants move across country, leaving a great job in NYC to move to L.A. with no job and knowing no one. Could it be the time I spent in Spain and all my adventures there, including dating a pop singer? Possibly it would be the time I went camping with my friends all of us clad in black leather and how we were stalked outside our tent by a black bear and ended up sleeping in the ranger's cabin???  Yeah, we were true hardcore campers - all clad in clubbing gear!

There was the time my girlfriend and I jokingly (and rather innocently) passed out "MPS" coupons to cute boys vacationing at the summer resort we worked at in high school, and when they got the idea they might cash in while we were out on a boat ride/water skiing trip around the lake, we dove off like a shot into the lake and ended up having to swim more than a mile back to shore. (Talk about naive and stupid!) That brings to mind memories the mad Algerian who stalked me all across Spain and wanted to take me back to Algiers and have me tend to his aging mother while he went off to cabaret all day. Yeah, that's right up my alley, bud...

It could be the time when my girlfriend and I were convinced we were being sold into white slavery in a Valencia night club. THAT is a story to be reckoned with, but at least led it lead to meeting our rescuer, a native San Franciscan living in Spain, which turned into a relationship, and later, once the relationship ended became an enduring friendship. Matter of fact, his sister flew in from the Bay area recently and we booked a hotel suite in Times Square to give our kids a "vacation" in Manhattan for a week and we did the whole tourist thing, something jaded, native NYers rarely do!  Another friend could tell of the time driving back from a beach vacation where during the whole trip back, guys in a neighboring car were holding up signs to meet us, etc. and we were holding them up back inside our cars driving. We actually stopped and had dinner with them! Man, that would be a scary thing to think of my daughter doing today... I have so many exciting, interesting and sometimes hair raising stories from many moons ago, I don't know which one any given friend might relay about me, as there are far too many, many, too many to chose from, and many I just wouldn't share with strangers in a public forum, in order to protect the guilty, even if names were changed. LOL.

All I can say is I enjoyed my youth to the fullest, and because I'm generally confident and outgoing and not afraid to approach or be approached by too many people from all walks of life, it's opened many a door to adventure and light hearted craziness which have lead to many an infamous tale to be told. Yep, there were some risks (albeit only a few) that I took, that in hindsight I realize were flat out stupid. Thankfully they ended up well. Overall, despite being outgoing, adventurous and at times a touch crazy, I have maintained rewarding, solid friendships, and have many exploits and adventures for those involved to recount from the 80s to the early 90s. I think, along with all the infamous stories my friends have to chose from and might tell, along with any given story, I fancy they'd mostly likely tell of a caring, compassionate, true blue friend who has never betrayed their secrets or trust and who cares about them like family over the decades and that is what makes me most memorable and infamous to the people I hold dear...

This was in my email box this AM, and since Mother's Day is Sunday, I thought this was fitting to post:

Your Clothes:

1st baby: You begin wearing maternity
clothes as soon as your OB/GYN confirms your pregnancy.

2nd baby: You wear your regular clothes
for as long as possible.

3rd baby: Your maternity clothes ARE
your regular clothes.

______________________________________________________

Preparing for the Birth:

1st baby: You practice your breathing
religiously.

2nd baby: You don't bother because you
remember that last time, breathing didn't do a thing for you.

3rd baby: You ask for an epidural in
your eighth month.

______________________________________________________

The Layette:

1st baby: You pre-wash newborn's
clothes, colour-coordinate them, and fold them neatly in the baby's
little bureau.

2nd baby: You check to make sure that
the clothes are clean and discard only the ones with the darkest stains.

3rd baby: Boys can wear pink, can't
they?

______________________________________________________

Worries:

1st baby: At the first sign of
distress-a whimper, a frown-you pick up the baby.

2nd baby: You pick the baby up when her
wails threaten to wake your firstborn.

3rd baby: You teach your three-year-old
how to rewind the mechanical swing.

____________________________________________________

Pacifier:

1st baby: If the pacifier falls on the
floor, you put it away until you can go home and wash and boil it.

2nd baby: When the pacifier falls on the
floor, you squirt it off with some juice from the baby's bottle.

3rd baby: You wipe it off on your shirt
and pop it back in.

______________________________________________________

Diapering:

1st baby: You change your baby's diapers
every hour, whether they need it or not.

2nd baby: You change their diaper every
two to three hours, if needed.

3rd baby: You try to change their diaper
before others start to complain about the smell or you see it sagging to
their knees.

______________________________________________________

Activities:

1st baby: You take your infant to Baby
Gymnastics, Baby Swing, and Baby Story Hour.

2nd baby: You take your infant to Baby
Gymnastics.

What websites do you visit every day?
Submitted by Chez Michelle.

In an effort to streamline my life and get more things done in less time which in turn allows me more time for the pleasant things and less time spent dealing with the daily grind, I pretty much only go to a few sites, as I have most of them consolidated under one roof. I swear by Netvibes as my start page, which is where I go several times a day, as I have everything I want there, for the most part. Weather, multiple emails, news, blogs and rss, my del.icio.us bookmarks, websites I like embedded, entertainment, torrents, travel, shopping, etc. all tabbed out nicely. I still do visit Google Reader (although I don't have to) when I'm really digging through all my RSS like a madwoman. In short, I visit tons of sites, from gtd, tech, entertainment, shopping, news, scrapbooking, music related, and more, but having all these under one roof means I really only go to a few sites a day.

Another site I daily navigate to is my personal hobby website for Generation 80s [alternative] Retro Radio to say "hi" to my listeners via the Shoutbox during the day and to my administration panel at Live365 to change or program my playlists daily. Of course, I come here, to Vox. Did you know you can set groups of tabs to open up simultaneously in Firefox, so all you have to do is click on the description on your links bar or in your bookmarks and all those pages you like daily will open? Even better is the Firefox extension Morning Coffee which gives you the ability to manage and organize regularly visited websites by day and open them up simultaneously by integrating it with your daily routine. Now you can have your favorite AM sites open when you come down for coffee, work related sites you must read open at 11am, or the news and comics waiting for you at night. If it could only make the coffee, I'd be golden.

Somebody explain it to me, 'coz I don't get it. What the heck is the deal with micro blogging? Does anyone here at Vox "Twitter"? If you do, you need to let me in on the secret. I mean do I really want to know you are drinking apple juice, answering your email, watching Deal or No Deal, scammin' someone, about to hook up or relieving yourself? Have we removed ourselves via electronic gadgets from everyday interaction with people that we have to let the whole world, complete strangers know our every move in order to feel connected? No wonder why I love the European lifestyle, where people actually socialize face to face over meals, drinks or what have you and they have a month off for vacation, instead of being a slave to the grind. Anyway, I'm stunned and amazed. So if you Twitter, are you a "twit", or am I just too old to "get it"?