Archives for October 2008
As a mom, I remind myself to keep calm several times a day. I wanted to hang the print in the house, but it doesn’t exactly go with my decor, but it’s perfect for my office. The print I bought is in black and white, but you can find it on etsy.com in several colors and on bags, pendents, and lots of other things. Carry on.
I am watching Ryan Adams on Letterman. I had no intention of being up remotely late tonight, seeing as how I haven’t slept well this week. All three munchkins were asleep by 8:30, I told Scott I was going to bed early, everything was going well. I got comfy, started watching House I’d recorded on the DVR and then it started.
There is a bird or something in the attic. Scott says he thinks it’s a bird. If you’ve been reading my blog for long, you know I do not like birds. Birds and I have not gotten along since that ginormous blue parrot flew at my head at the New Olreans Aquarium in ’96. A bird pooped on my jacket in front of Aswell dorm at LA Tech — I don’t think I’ve spoken of that since the day of that unpleasantness. I mean, when you’re talking with someone and a bird poops on you, how do you continue the conversation? I can’t remember who I was talking to, but I’m pretty sure I just walked away. Thank the Lord for free counseling in college. Then there was the incident in Brunswick, GA when the seagull flew in my car at the gas station.
I can’t sleep. I just know the damn bird is going to come flying in through the air vent or something. Trust me, if it could happen, it’s going to happen to me. I’m a bird magnet. Really, if a bird flies in here, it’s all over, I’m going to have to move. I had to trade in the Toyota when the bird flew in it in Georgia. Once, in Macon, when we lived on the golf course, a chipmunk ran in the house when we opened the door on the way out for church. It wasn’t that bad. Yeah, I freaked out a little and threw my arms up in the air while Scott got the chipmunk out, but it wasn’t like a bird. Birds fly. I just don’t trust that. The only thing worse than that would be if a flying squirrel got in the house. I just heard the bird again. Great. I might have to call 911. Or the Audubon Society. You know the Audubon people just invented a cat that glows green under a black light. Only in New Orleans, people. Maybe they’ll bring the glow-in-the-dark cat to ge the bird. Here’s the cat in case you haven’t seen it.
I love a good study reported as news. Don’t you? Here are the results of a study of which I’m trying to decipher. The following is from CNN.com by Theresa Tampkins (from the Health section).
Does wearing the color red give you a sexual edge? Maybe, according to a new study, which found that men find women sexier if they’re sporting a crimson hue rather than, say, blue or green.
One of the images used in the study that found red clothing fans the flames of passion.
However, red won’t make you look smarter or more competent, says study author Andrew Elliot, Ph.D., a professor of psychology at the University of Rochester in New York.
“We only found the effect for attraction, so males don’t rate females in red as more intelligent, more likable, or as having a better personality; they only rate her as sexier and more attractive,” he says.
Men also were more likely to say they wanted to have sex with a woman and that they would be willing to spend more on a date if she were in red, according to the report in the Journal of Personality and Social Psychology.
In a series of five studies, about 150 heterosexual men (homosexual men and those with red-green color blindness were excluded) rated photographs of women framed in red, white, gray, green, or blue, or with the woman in a red or blue shirt. On a 7-point scale, with 1 being the least sexy and 7 a white-hot sex goddess, the color red added about 1.25 points to the rating, says Elliot.
So, just to be clear, is it only while women are wearing red? What if you — and I’m not naming names or anything — have red hair? You know, like any of the 2 -6% of us in the US who have naturally red hair. Guess we’ll never know. Damn, I’ll never know if I’m sexy or not. Guess I’ll have to conduct my own study. I’ll be hanging out in Home Depot tomorrow afternoon in the power tool section.
I love the part about not rating females in red as more intelligent or likable, because frankly, who the hell cares? Even more, I LOVE the part where they state homosexual men and men with red-green color blindness were excluded from the study. Yeah, that would have made the study useless! By the way is “white-hot sex goddess” a scientific term? I’ll have to ask some friends in the scientific community. I’m pretty sure I missed that in my biology classes, but I might have been writing “Mrs. Andrew McCarthy” on my Trapper Keeper the day that was covered.
Being a redhead, I’ve never worn a lot of red. But now that I’ve thought about it a little, I do get a lot of attention when I wear my red cardigan. No man can resist a chick in a cardigan. That just screams white-hot sex goddess.
I had to renew my driver’s license in July, but I forgot about it because apparently I’m not capable of remembering when my birthday is (I know my friends are reading this and thinking “it’s July 9th, you celebrate for a week” whatev, ). So, I was late renewing. I’m starting to worry about myself — I forgot to vote early today and I’m not a forgetful person, so that’s annoying — maybe it’s mad cow, I don’t know, I’m not a doctor.
Anyway, I renewed my license online because I can’t be bothered to go to the DMV and they were supposed to send me a sticker to put on my license. I paid the $10 late fee and everything. Last week I had to write my driver’s license number on something and realized I never received my sticker. I thought about putting a Hello Kitty sticker on it because we have plenty of those around the house, but I emailed the DMV instead. Here is their response:
Records indicate the renewal was processed online 7-23-08. We will send a
replacement sticker. In the future, you MUST notify us within 60 days to
qualify for the free replacement.
Office of Motor Vehicles
PO Box 64886
Baton Rouge LA 70896
A person didn’t sign it. There’s no XXXOOO, Lydia the DMV Lady or Stay Classy, Crystal Chanda Lear or anything. I’m hurt. I signed my email “Word to your mother, Kerry” like I do all my correspondence. And what’s with the MUST in all caps? I don’t HAVE to do anything. And like I’m going to remember that in four years. Oh, what a sense of humor the DMV has. Hey, guess what? I paid for my sticker, so you MUST send me my replacement. It’s a damn sticker. It can’t cost what I paid to make the thing, and as a taxpayer I’m paying the postage, so what’s the problem? I’m a nice person and I try my best to make things better for others, so I’m going to send the Office of Motor Vehicles a bunch of Hello Kitty and Cars stickers to maintain our friendly relationship. I think it would be a nice gesture if y’all send some stickers, too. I may send them some free JR Frosty coupons I have along with some soaps I’ve picked up from all the hotels I’ve stayed in on scrapbook trips. I mean, come on, who doesn’t like a Frosty? Don’t worry, DMV, it’s on me.