Thursday, June 21, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Hmmm. Nor has N contacted me even late last night nor at all yet this a.m. Typically we're emailing and texting and phone calling from early a.m. until late p.m. I know what type of Italian red wine he's picking up right then on sale in what grocery store and details when he's making dinner (he likes to cook, I finally told him I'd clean up, weed the garden, eat with him, but I don't care to cook), his children's schedules, when his meetings are, what they're about (he once decided he didn't need to shave for a meeting with (high up official), but made a point to go ahead and run on "the mall" with the idea that he'd stop by his gym to (shower and) shave before going out with me. "I rank above an (high up official)?" He laughed, nodding before kissing me again.
Heck, our last outing, he was even more open with me, emotionally, tearing up at one point. (Hey, macho men out there, he had reason to. At a minimum, N's had his brother die this past spring (cancer), and a friend die less than 2 weeks ago (freak motorcycle accident). I've been more open, more vulnerable, too. This after we had quite a bit of fun at an outdoor table, live band in the background and great Indian food (I thought was a Thai restaurant oh well).
Friday, June 15, 2007
What the heck, maybe someone can help me out.
1) Any movie suggestions right now, as in, currently in the US theatre ideas? I know I'll take M to see Shrek 3 and maybe Nancy Drew, but, date-movie, with an actual live human adult male?
Yeah, one night at a party, and two outings later, N and I are planning date three within 2 weeks. Something must be working. I'll update when I'm less tired, lol. We're not yet looking for rental movie ideas. Well, Riverdance is at Wolftrap, ah, I'd love to take M there again this year. John Lennon via Yoko Ono is holding an art show not terribly far away this weekend. Yet, we're leaning towards something neither of us typically get to do -- adult movie in theatre. (Will get hiking in when we can. Taking off work today wasn't an option.) I would say that N = nerd, but a girlfriend admonished me. She says that N is a geek, not a nerd. She's proud to be a geek herself. N says he's neither. N also explains inbetween dancing (date #1) via use of bell curves how buzzed he was / wasn't at the strawberry daiquiri party (first meeting). Uh-huh. It's okay; articulate intelligence and good Italian food leads us both to date-movie night, . Nothing too R, nothing too scary.
2) Large-key cell phone. My dad is having such trouble dialing as his fingers are too big for the keys. It's also easier for him to remember my phone #, then to get the pre-programmed area, and press the okay button when "robin" is highlighted. That's just too tricky for him. So, any cell phone ideas, with large buttons for the keypad? It'd really help if Nextel/Sprint has that phone available for their customers.
p.s. -- My child is a big 8th grader now, and also, wow, transformed into a teen via haircut and full set of braces just in time for her 13th birthday in July. I'm so proud of you sweetie. And, my mom got her an iPOD Nano.
p.p.s. -- Have to laugh. at 3:07pm, AOL emails me "ceilisundancer needs a new phone" and show me tiny-keyboard cell phone ideas for my father as, of course, Father's Day is Sunday.
Friday, June 8, 2007
June not only kicks off the hurricane season (as if a hurricane sits there and waits until, on, goodie, it's June 1st I can start swirling now), but is also National Oceans Month. The state of California is celebrating Thank You Oceans Day today. ThankYouOcean.org | Your portal to ocean news, ocean announcements and ocean awareness information There is a lot of information, including a section for kids. It's a "living website," i.e., constantly evolving, so visit now, and later, whether or not you're in California.
I love the ocean, the shore, the living creatures and the elements. Not a surprise for anyone who has read my rambling blog. I've lived in Santa Barbara two summers in a row, noticing erosion in my winter absence, enjoying the brown pelicans, the deep waters, and my view of the Channel Islands.
More than 100 organizations, agnecies, and businesses are involved. Their poster says, "The ocean takes care of us. Let's return the favor. Our most precious resource needs your help now." No harm in checking it out, right?
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Gender Guesser is an online test created by Neal Krawetz, of Hacker Factor Solutions. According to a May 28 article, Neal Krawetz based this test on previous research showing that gender could be estimated from word usage, and parts of speech, and developed from the Gender Genie. Gender Guesser is based heavily upon American English over European English, and differentiates between types of writing (basically, formal and informal). It's self-published accurcy rate is 60-70%.
This is just one type of digital forensics. I didn't realize that a persons typing style can be a unique identifier, for example. Neal Krawetz is quoted as having said, "they can tell if you're a left-handed female piano player with an ergonomic keyboard," all the more interesting to me as I use a mouse left-handed with an ergonomic keyboard and used to play piano. That is a whole other discussion not tested via this simplier, cheaper, online test.
Test this yourself, and learn more about Gender Guesser by going here: Gender Guesser Of course, I had to test it. Let me know how it works for you, too. (For comparison, you could also try the original, simplier, Gender Genie here: The Gender Genie
I copied and pasted various pieces I'd written already, work e-mails, personal e-mail with girlfriends, and a sampling of blog entries. Gender Guesser lists its guess for formal and informal. It usually pegged me as female and female, once as female and weak male "or European English," and twice for my blog entries, as weak male "or European English." It never estimated me to be male. Overall, I'd agree that it's mostly correct, and fun enough, yet not a 100% reliable indicator.
Monday, June 4, 2007
The freshly-picked strawberries made for an excellent triffle at my dance group's pool party, and a conversation starter with the triffle creator. My first real summer party this year, I couldn't find my white sandals, my toenails had to get their summer coating, I changed twice. It still felt too stifling in my sundress, so I wore my nice tank top and shorts. The same top I wore when I first met BJ, now that I think about it. But my shorts are larger; I'm 45 and been widening for 3 years now. No bathing suit for me in public later realizing it'd have been just fine. Potluck, what to bring? Ack. I talked with my friend a few times, and finally hours after it started, I felt organized enough to leave.
Still muggy and hot, yet sunny by a pool with friends was nice. Later, we even danced some. Eight of the guys danced the Sweets of May which we all found hysterical as they don't truly know it. Traditionally a courting dance, our group instead tends to use all women when dancing Sweets of May, particularly for performances. E was as cute as ever, expecting a new grandchild later this summer, and hiking some of Mt. Ranier this past week. Ah, nice. A few of us ate selectively from the desserts, deciding that we don't do this typically, that for our ages, we would have looked okay in a bathing suit but knowing exactly why none of us were ready to do so in public, YET, and those strawberries really are fresh and good.....
Finally, Friend and I leave for R's party, a "pick your strawberries and have strawberry daiquiri's" party. Also blackberry daiquiri's and a potluck. I didn't even remember to put on makeup to vast improvement, until riding in Friends car, watching her don her colors. This party would be more relaxed, with most people approximately our age. "Irwin" was cute, joking with both Friend and me, Friend really excited in thinking she liked him, so fine. Interestingly, thoughout the evening, their personalities did stay matching fairly well.
We both mingled a lot, but by then, we'd been sitting with a happened to all sit there loose group. Three main guys, who had met each other a few times previously, Friend and I, and sometimes one, sometimes three, other women. NiceGuy was next to me. NiceGuy, and really they were all nice but I need some name for him, seemed interested, "testing" me some with silly word games, confident while perhaps not in the dating field for too many years. He dressed in pressed khaki's and a polo shirt, shoes with socks. Hmmm, everyone else is, well, casual. Then again, I almost wore a sundress, I didn't know WTF to wear. A few virgin daiquiri's later, I try half an alcohol one R pours, while N grabs Coronas for a few of us. Warm Coronas. He tries to play it that European beers are served warm. Uh-huh, is this a European beer? We all banter.
N's smart. He's very good with language. N is talking of his kids, asked about M, kid talk to the point I started thinking his wife must have moved these times overseas and back and such, with him, no ring, yet, is he still married or is this recent, or? Single. At one point, I noticed that N was really listening attentively. I wondered if this is because he's heard that a woman will find him a better conversationalist if he gets her to talk about herself? I make sure to ask him more questions. He went to law school where my grandfather taught, but when N and I were still in high school. I still hadn't asked N what he does work-wise, as I don't believe it necessarily defines someone. Sometimes, other things are more important.
I'm the oldest in that small group, R on the patio side yep, phew (not that it mattered but in the fun spirit of it all), is 1 year older. N asks me if I remember what happened on my 18th birthday? I found that a slightly odd question, "I saw Crack the Sky." He didn't mean me. There was a global/political event that day, I knew more about the year I was turning 19 than when it happened. He's a year and 16 days younger than me, so I asked him if he remembers when John Lennon died and we talk Beatles a bit. He knows his details, his history. I recalled later, that Crack the Sky was the fantastic small DC venue concert I saw for my 21st birthday, not my 18th. I used to love that band.
Where's my cell phone? He offered his phone, to call mine, thanks. THEN realized, it seemed like a ruse to get my number, made a big point to delete it, a bit flustered. Cute, though, when I guy tries to hide off being interested, the different ways different guys do that. lol
R is setting up mattresses forout of town friends, with kids, seeing a Nationals game on Sunday. The group kept saying we shouldn't keep everyone up, R probably wanted us to leave, so we finally head through the house TO leave. R is disappointed, "I was going to go outside with all of you." I almost wrote "y'all," but eh, he's from upstate NY. I'd say y'all, but I don't think he did. R tries to pan off extra strawberries on us, a LOT of extra strawberries. N wants just one. "Just one?" "Yes." I felt a touch seductive and flirty, even with R there, too. I found a big red juicy one to pick up, and put near N's mouth. I saw his teeth bite down on it, and took my strawberries and started walking away.
I suppose R followed, as at the door, I shook his hand and thanked him for the party, but he gave me a hug and a kiss on my cheek instead. I probably did one of those air kisses back. He's Italian, he may do this with his friends, but it still felt welcoming.
The group was hanging out front now, lol, R joined, everyone chatted. Birdhouses, hurricanes. R and I both like weather. Tropical Storm Barry was turning into Tropical Depression Barry. R said M would have some rain Monday camping at "the beach," but then it'd be nice weather. Great, I had guessed the same but he'd know.
In the round of big Italian hugs goodbye, R gave me another one, good strong bearhug like. (As Friend said, it's hard to read R and just what he meant. She mostly wanted "Irwin" to get her number ah well, heck, the third guy was really nice, too, it was a fun evening.) N gave me the most awkward of the hugs, nervous perhaps? Later following us to Friends car, letting me know he was serious about checking for the lacrosse brochure for camps for M (I'm not having luck with that), which was his way of asking for my # really this time. So I call him, "Okay, now you have my # again, ttyl." Men can be so entertaining at times.
And I knew he'd call (twice). And I"m glad. I'm wondering if we talk well together as he's a language expert, and I do decently in conversations, or if there's something there, too? He's tall, runs and is lean, 6 hours away in Europe for work at the moment (I did run a search), modest, hikes, bicycles, involved with his kids, still has books 30 years later, doesn't tendto watch television news, never spoke negatively about his STBX (separated technically 1 year, realistically almost 2 years with 6 months of that in different countries). He's not against dancing, feels he can hold his own for a waltz, anyway. And he likes storms when safe inside, not so much the time he was on the Alps hiking with his children. Hmmm, intriguing. Etc., etc. He compared our visitation schedules; his friend told him when he started dating that it'd all be around the visitation schedules. That's true, yet I'm left wondering how often he's dated since.
I'd thought of him, though. I still think of M and her trip and camps, and of N. My mind's so full right now; I tried to get M packed up last night after visiting my father for a while. M did text me Sunday morning to say where at school she'd left her packing list for me. I never reached her at all, though, even though I left voice and text messages M told me this morning she didn't get. (L also called M after calling me, L who yeah won first in her novice treble jig so is all prizewinner now.)
Excitement filled the students voices when I spent a few moments with M this morning, dropping off her things for her beach camping trip. M showed J her polka dots on her bathing suit, somewhat coordinating with his "twister" looking swim trunks, whose high-level soccer team just won either regionals or states, and then on to, um ,either states or regionals next. All the girls were comparing suits and boogie boards. M was wired, talked w/ me of camp briefly, (I had to mail today), and mostly the items for the beach, understandably. M high-fives a friend who for the first time for a class trip is NOT at (that time of month) as the girls all find that so important to know who is and when. Spanish teacher tells me, "It was such a pleasure to have M in class this year..." when they start trying to line up to head out the door. I hope M actually goes in the water some. She is at least able to vocalize how difficult it is for her to reconcile her and her friends swimming in the Atlantic Ocean, within about 100 miles of where her friend and her friends dad died in a riptide last September. I know they'll have s'mores; I know she'll still have fun. I also gave Mo a heads up about M's feelings (I also talked with M recently). Today R wrote me that it'd clear in about an hour, so about when M and her class was to arrive at their beach, some rain in the afternoon to contend with then that's it. Hopefully it wasn't much rain for LEL's graduation yesterday YEAH LEL you know I SO wanted to be there!, or on my cute couple neighbors wedding. I think of all these things.
Sunday was wonderfully drizzly sometimes stormy rain we needed and I got to walk in often, flip flops and shorts with frizzing wet hair and sans makeup. It stormed once here today, gloriously heavy and short lived, rousing thunder kicking it off..
Yet rain held off Saturday. Saturday was the day for strawberry season, hopefully a day M got to attend her schools BIG fun day event, and for many others, a day for frying flesh foods on grills season, again. I prefer the strawberries. Maybe summer will be worth looking forward to. At least, this next week or so after N returns from his trip, and M is off school.
(Now to get two of my girlfriends to stop trying to couple us up for eternity already, sheesz. I think they're more excited about having potential dating to talk about with me, than I am. Sometimes it's just too much, I don't know, girltalk or something. I might like this guy, so, we'll see:) But, sheesz.)
Friday, June 1, 2007
Amy tagged me with an ABCs of ME meme. I stole another one!
A: Available or Single? I suppose so, technically speaking. I try to keep my eyes open and all that jazz. I'm not actively looking. "She's probably busy with M and with her dad," does rather describe my life (except that didn't include work).
B: Best Friend: No one best friend. I have some really close friends, and my daughter, M (when I don't have to be more of a parent than a friend which seems to be more often).
C: Cake or pie. Pie.
D: Drink of choice. At the moment, iced green tea. Arnold Palmer, gin and tonic, Sam Adams, chait tea latte, water (preferably with lime).
E: Essential Item(s): Truly essential? Those that sustain life, air, water, food, and some clothes so people don't look at me oddly, God, my daughter.
F: Favorite Color(s): Green.
G: Gummy Bears or Worms? Ah, this is the meme with that question. I'm feeling more like bears today.
H: Hometown: It's in the Maryland suburbs of D.C.
I: Indulgence: A daily newspaper (The Washington Post).
J: January or February: Both have their charms.
K: Kids: M, and my 4-legged crits.
L: Life is incomplete without: M. I thought life would be incomplete without my grandmother, or Dougie, or (someone), but, my life has had them in it, even if "gone" now, it's okay. Lakes and moutains full of pine trees, oceans.
M: Marriage date: Hmmm, I can just randomly pick who my date would be? This could be interesting.
N: Number of Siblings: One brother (whom I talked with last night). Two stepbrothers and one stepsister (who I just thought of, talking w/ a coworker of The Race for the Cure tomorrow in DC, my stepsister whom I've met only once, but is fighting breast cancer right now, in the chemotherapy stage).
O: Oranges or Apples. Oranges when I can take the time and have messy hands:) Apples when I might want to let M share with her horse friends.
P: Phobias/Fears: I'm not so fond of heights unless my feet are on solid something. (I can rock climb, but hate repelling back down freefall.)
Q: Favorite Quote: "This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it." Psalms
R: Reasons to smile: Soft white warm purring cats, sunlight on colored leaves, full moons (two in May!), salt spray from big ocean waves with sand beneath my toes, watching M grow and learn and enjoying life, dancing.
S: Season: Autumn.
T: Tag Three: Oh, great, I have to choose three people who not only read this, and who have not completed this, and but are also allowed to post / comment? Okay, duck, duck, goose, you're it! (Please let me know if you do this!)
U: Unknown Fact about Me: Nix the chocolate (unless it's white or really dark truffles), and red roses. I don't like milk chocolate, and I like my flowers pink, or yellow, or purple (roses should be pink). Or bring the really pretty leaf or shell you found along the way.
V: Vegetarian or Oppressor of Animals? Vegetarian (albeit I do still eat some seafoods which is still flesh food so not technically fully vegetarian).
W: Worst Habit(s): Losing things / forgetting things, and when I'm not organized.
X: X-rays or Ultrasounds? Preferably no need for either.
Y: Your Favorite Foods: Changes seasonally. The softshell crab sandwiches with sliced fresh tomatos my college roommates mother made us once upon a bay boat trip, lemon (foods with lemon) from my grandmother, blueberries from Maine, sweet potato pie and cranberries. Usually foods considered "ethnic" over anything traditionally "U.S." Eh, belaboring food is not something I care to bother with. Oh, unless it involves ice cream. :)
Z: Zodiac: Chinese which I forget right now, or the one used in the U.S.? Scorpio. Theoretically, I fight in the sky with Sagitarrius (sp), which my mother is.