The Hello Project

Today as I walked toward Harvard alone, I decided to say hello to everyone I walked past.

After 42 of these encounters, I stopped counting.

I said hi to an ancient Chinese man, an old woman with a cane, a couple holding hands, a homeless man with Mardi Gras beads and a hat with a shark fin, a construction crew, a man in a suit, a foreign family, and many, many more.

Here’s my unscientific report of the reactions:

  • About 75% of my new friends appeared startled when I said hi
  • About 10% wouldn’t make eye contact or say anything in response
  • 1 lady’s eyes bugged out and she actually looked scared
  • A few of the men acted really nonchalant and just said ‘hi’ back like it was normal
  • The women seemed more uncomfortable than the men
  • The construction workers were by far the friendliest

Don’t ask me why I felt compelled to do it, but I guess it wasn’t until I spent the bulk of a couple days alone in a strange city that it really occurred to me that people hibernate, even in broad daylight in the city.

I don’t know if I had the nerve to be so chatty with strangers because I am in a different city, and why it has never occurred to me to do this at home?

It was fun though. I’m going to do it again.

One more thing – I wouldn’t recommend actually making verbal content with bikers. I waved at a couple, and that was pretty successful.

Do it! Next time you’re out alone, say hi the people that you meet when you’re walking down the street! (Just be careful, and stay safe.)

Vacation Location 1: Woolcott and Co.

One of my goals for this trip to Boston was to find a local knitting/yarn boutique and get some “Boston Yarn” to create a souvenir with.

Just like a candy shop!

Just like a candy shop!

My brother Buzz suggested we stop in at Woolcott and Company, a cute garden-level shop near Harvard. I was immediately impressed by their wide selection and hypnotized by the vast array of colors possibilities for my next project.

His friend John was with us, and didn’t necessarily seem thrilled at the prospect of tagging along, but complied out of courtesy.

The two engineers in the group noticed a machine right away and asked about it. It was a tool they use to roll yarn into the perfect ball. The clerk gave them a demo, and it was pretty cool. I think John was pretty happy he came along when it was all said and done!

Getting a demo.

Getting a demo.

I picked out a pretty, celery green cotton yarn, (after being given a detailed tour of the cottons they had in stock) and have started knitting a thin scarf. I’m going to try to find a bead store to find some cool glass beads to finish the ends.

The beginning of my Boston Scarf, accompanied with some wine and cheese...

The beginning of my Boston Scarf, accompanied with some wine and cheese...

Boston Yarn store visit mission accomplished!

Woolcott and Company

61 JFK St
Cambridge, MA 02138-4931
(617) 547-2837

Mama Time

Tomorrow, I’m going to Boston.

Life has been freakishly busy lately, and I am getting away from it all to visit my brother and sister-in-law.

I’d be dishonest if I said this killer trip isn’t a self-imposed distraction.

My kids are going out of state for a week-long vacation with their dad. It’s the first time I’ve ever been away from them for an entire week.

This morning was tough, for me. As my SuperManny arrived, the kids said goodbye to me not too differently than they do on a usual day. Yes, we acknowledged that we’d miss each other, and little Boo hung on a little longer than usual, but it wasn’t dramatic.

Whew. That was probably good for me.

I’m excited they get to go on a fun trip and know they’ll have a great time. But, I WILL miss them terribly, and came close to tears as I left.

On the bright side, I am THRILLED to be going to Boston. I’m not going to think about anything other than things that will benefit me personally.

I get to spend time with my Bro and SIL, which I don’t get to do often.

I get to see the sights.

I get to spend some time exploring the city solo while they work.

I get to actually think about my readers, and how this site can be helpful to them.

I get to read a book in Boston.

I get to visit a knitting boutique near Harvard. I’m going to buy some funky Boston yarn and make some funky thing with it for a souvenir!

I get to eat Chowdah.

I get to take 8 million pictures.

Yeah – you get the theme… Me, me, me.

Oh – one more thing: I am going to engage perfect strangers in passing conversation, and report back on it, with pictures and/or video.

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Not for the Squeamish – The tooth that just won’t come out!

One of the rites of parenting passage is when your oldest child begins the tooth loss process.

When the baby is born, you have all of the gross stuff that comes along with it… Diapers, boogers, barf and other unexpected surprises can be disconcerting, but I got used to all of it very quickly.

I wasn’t prepared for the wiggly, cockeyed, flapping baby teeth that sometimes hang on for days, unwilling to come out despite valiant efforts including dental floss, kleenex and sticky or dense foods to chomp on.

Drue had a pretty easy time of her bottom teeth, but her first top front tooth started to look like it was bucking out a bit last week. We laughed all weekend long about it, and every so often she’d allow me to try some other technique I heard about from my Facebook friends.

Last night she decided to write a song about it, which I (of course) put out on YouTube right away.

This morning, it finally popped out when she bit into some Cinnamon Toast Crunch. The tooth fairy paid a visit while I was at work, and apparently left her a note with her $1.

It said “Drue – Congratulations on the tooth! Saw your song on YouTube… Loved it! Love, The Toothfairy.”

I just love how technology has given yet another avenue of communication to our holiday/special event heroes.

Oh, Say… Can You See? Because Half of Kwik Trip Did.

I’m breaking out this post from my old blog. Enjoy!

Picture it: The Fourth of July, 2008. A beautiful day, I decided to wear one of my favorite “kick-about” outfits, a strapless number I bought at Target in Florida last summer. I did some yard work, and after the kids got picked up for their camping trip, threw on a sleeveless white button down top to wear out on errands.

strapless

My first stop was at Kwik Trip. I got out of the car, pumped gas, went in, putzed around and browsed through their surprising selection of junk food, soda and candy, and then made my way to the Nectar of the Gods station. (Coffee, of course. Hawaiian Chocolate Macadamia Nut, to be exact. Ahhhh…) As I pumped the lifeblood into my Karuba mug (CHEAP REFILLS!) I saw a clerk walk behind the station and I saw him glance at me. I noticed his eyes lingered for a moment below my neckline, and he abruptly walked away. I looked down and WHOA, NELLY – my dress was below the bustline, and I do mean BELOW.

Fireworks went off in my head as I tried to maintain calm, although I think I actually let out an exclamation. I fixed the order of things, just in time to see the aforementioned clerk summon a female employee into the back room, where I heard an explosive burst of laughter. It is important to note that I had coverage, but that coverage was nude-colored. So, I am not sure what the clerk saw or thought he saw!

Imagine the delight of the poor people who had to work this national holiday, as they undoubtedly gathered around the surveillance tape at shift change.

“And how many did stare?

Laugh bombs bursting in air…

Made me think of the night

that my top was still there…”

Emerging from a Brief Hiatus

Hello, my friends!

I’ve started to have a select few regular visitors, and that is incredibly exciting to me. Whether it is because you find humor in my daily bumbling, can relate to me in some random way, or just need to know that someone else is in a similar situation to yours, I love it.

Having said that, I have been absent from one of the loves of my life – my blog – for the past several days!

I caught a bug, which was *not* the swine flu. It made me tired. I was cranky. I started a few posts and then slapped myself because they were just plain cranky, and I am not a Debbie Downer. ;-) My computer(s) probably think I’ve been acting distant and detached, and I have.

While on my unpaid sabbatical, I thought a lot about my life, my family, my job, my financial situation, and things I can do to improve in all areas. I did some gardening, baffled some chipmunks from chowing down on my bird feeder, painted a bird house, took some naps, took some pictures of the kids and the yard and even managed to do a little knitting. It was all very cathartic.

I haven’t gone away, and nor do I plan to. As some of you may have noticed, I have been taking a “rolling” approach to the look and feel of my site. I now have a logo and am close (just not *quite* there) to colors I find pleasing. I have been working on some fun T-Shirt designs and will (very soon) be unveiling a store on CafePress for anyone who wants to sport a little sass.

There you have it: I took a few days, rested and relaxed, and have bounced back to near-normal! So, read on, my friends! Read on…

How to Apply Self Tanner and Actually Appear Tan

Over the years, I’ve experimented with many different self-tanning products.

When they first came out, they smelled bad, made your skin turn a broad spectrum of orange tones (all on the same body part) and were generally miserable to handle and expensive.

Today, many different options exist in the self-tanning realm. I’ve tried L’Oreal, Banana Boat, Jergens and Neutrogena brands, (because I am a bargain hunter, I usually just buy what is on sale or the cheapest) and while I think all of them provided satisfactory results, it took a little bit of trial and error to get the technique down pat.

Now that I’ve got it mastered, I want to share these steps with you! I’m sticking to the legs, because that’s my comfort zone. (Presumably, the technique should apply to other regions of your pasty self, but I can’t swear to that.)

Steps to getting a natural-looking artificial leg tan:

  1. Carve out a little time for yourself – time that allows for you to run around in your skivvies as your applied product dries. (Oh – and if you haven’t lately, be sure to shave.)
  2. Begin with some cheap body lotion. Slather your legs with it, making sure to get your knees, heels, ankle bones… Any “sticky” (aka “rough”) part that the tanner will settle into, leaving you with weird looking knobs.
  3. Immediately following the lotion, apply the self tanner. IMPORTANT: AVOID those “sticky” parts that you slathered with lotion. (knees, ankle bones, heels.)
  4. Wash your hands with soap.
  5. Go back to your new best friend – the cheap body lotion. Slather yourself up GOOD, including, once again, the “sticky” parts. Rub it in thoroughly.
  6. Wash your hands with soap again.
  7. Go about whatever chores you are able to, while clad only in skivvies. If that means painting your toenails, reading a book or knitting, all the better!
  8. Once dry, get dressed or go to bed. If you’re going to get dressed, I suggest a skirt. Your legs are no longer going to blind passers by, and you worked damned hard for it… Show it off! Just be SURE your legs are DRY before letting any of your clothing or bedding come in contact with them.

At the moment, I’m using and enjoying Jergens Natural Glow. I think it’s the least smelly of the lotions I’ve tried, and the results are pleasing.

Jergens Natural Glow

Jergens Natural Glow

My cheap body lotion du jour is Queen Helene Soy & Cocoa Butter Hand and Body Lotion – about $4.29 for 32 ounces. It smells good and makes me feel like I’m on vacation somehow. I bought it at Sally Beauty.

Mmm, mmm.... Cocoa!

Mmm, mmm.... Cocoa!

Good luck! Let me know how it goes. And, I’d LOVE to hear any self-tanner disaster stories too.

Tales from the Gym: Kenny Rogers

If you haven’t noticed by now, I’m an observer. One of the things that curses me regularly is my keen ability to spot lookalikes, whether they be of people I know or famous people.

Today, I dragged my weary booty to the gym and as I trotted away on the elliptical machine, I glanced to my left and saw who I thought was Kenny Rogers on a treadmill about 6 machines away from me.

When he got off the treadmill, I realized that no, it was not in fact the esteemed Kenny Rogers, but a lookalike.

I resisted the urge to snap a photo with my phone, because I think I may have been arrested, but the incident reminded me of a website my friend Mindy sent me a while ago. Menwholooklikekennyrogers.com

Seriously.

Seriously.

Toad Chronicles: Chapter 3

It was a short five days ago that I decided to embrace the wildlife in my yard and somehow protect the toads from the vicious blades of my Toro.

I created two toad houses, and asked my fabulous Manny to work with the kids to move any toads they encountered to the new neighborhood.

True to my request, they found two little critters and moved them into the new digs. There was the big, brown “Toadie,” (named by Boo) whom I believe to be the original source of my anxiety. The second toad, a little spotted (and surprisingly cute) guy was named “Little Johnny” by Druesy. A third toad was captured, but his nervous reaction of peeing all over Boo earned him a ticket to freedom, as he hopped into the bushes.

When Toadie was moved into his lair, he got freaked out by Boo and hopped to the edge of the garden, where he abruptly disappeared into a deep chipmunk hole. Oops! So much for my attempt at saving him from lawn mower doom! The kids thought they saw him climbing out, but as of now, his whereabouts are still unknown.

This is the last place anyone saw Toadie.  We think he hopped out and made a break for his old spot.

This is the last place anyone saw Toadie. We think he hopped out and made a break for his old spot.

Little Johnny sat in his new pad just long enough for me to get his picture. We went in for dinner, and when we came out, Little Johnny had flown the coop also.

Little Johnny

Little Johnny


Checking it Out

Checking it Out

And so it goes.