I was reading an article about women; specifically how certain items are a higher price than mens items and how much less women make than men. It got me to thinking about two points; one, the articles' point on razors for men and women, and then clothing standards for men vs women, which had nothing to do with the article, but popped into my head anyway.
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So, sometimes I draw myself, or even my family. Weird, random sketches to pass the time. A lot of these were done of Photo A Days where I simply didn't want to take that particular photo for the fifth time in a row, so I drew it instead.
This past week has seen several things come out of nowhere and slam right into me. It's a lot to process and take in for just one item, let alone three. So, I need to get them off my chest, so to speak, so I'm doing that now.
Also that's a line from the telly show, Road to Avonlea. It's such a great line and I wanted to use it here, so I am. This infographic came across my feed today and I started reading from "Democratic Socialist" and by the time of the third point, I was thinking, "Are they trying to tell me this is FDR?" They were and when I looked at the photo I noticed two things.
I did notice the face, but mostly I saw the fashion. That's 1930s fashion. We know what FDR looked like in the thirties, as that's when he was first elected to the presidency. There's no way, just based on the fashion, that this person is who the infographic claims it to be. I say I mostly judged by the fashion, because if I didn't know fashion, one might think, "Well, I don't really know what FDR looked like younger, so I guess this is him." I don't know what FDR looked like younger, but I'm thinking he'd look like a younger version of the photos that were always circulated around during his presidency. A more narrow face through the middle and slightly bent. The Sister and I tried a new-ish Mexican place Thursday night. It's new to us, but it's been there at least a year. I rarely drive that portion of 49, and when I did I would see it, but forget about it when the quest for Mexican food was on.
A local magazine did an article on it and it was fresh in our minds and I remembered to suggest it. It was some of the best food I've ever had in my entire life. A fellow fat friend shared this article by Your Fat Friend in my feed today. It's actually been so popular that the service keeps knocking out (so just a heads up). Though I have not gone through any significant weight loss, I know these things to be true, and have my own life to share on this experience.
If you've spent any time reading this very new blog, you'll know that I am, in fact, a fat girl. There are two posts (here and here) showing just that. It's not even unheard of for me to participate in those making yourself into a character, and choosing the largest size to better represent myself, like I did here for the Mad Men Yourself. I wrote this post a little over two years ago at my last blog, and well, now it's not true. With mom's genealogy there are things to take away and things to add. I've ordered a DNA kit for my dad, which should be here soon, so we'll have those results in a month or so after that. Then I can see if the faerie stories from his line are true or not.
OK, let's take a look, shall we? On this nice, slow Sunday with its drizzly rain, I'm waiting on my two sticks of butter to soften. Why am I waiting on butter to soften? In order to whip up this weeks baking challenge that I'm participating in. So, while I've nothing to do but wait, we can take a miniature tour of my hometown.
Earlier this week I found that I had time to drive around before returning to pick The Sister up from work and I envisioned that if I were taking friends on a tour of my hometown it would be a lot of "this used to be...", as I have little to no real memories in the current places of my former stomping grounds. There's only seven places, so let's get going, shall we?! Besides dad's genealogical attaché case holding weird and random things, it also did hold some interesting paperwork related to my family. Things I'd never seen before. Things I'm sure he's forgotten about since I just sent off my for paternal grandfathers' DD 214 (service records and discharge papers) and there they are in the photo above. Oh well.
But there's tangible paper evidence of some family stories contained within the things I found, so I find that absolutely fascinating that I can say, "Yes, that did actually happen" with clear certainty now. This is a series that I started over at my other blog, so I'll just link to that first post here. I've been working through the book, You Can Do It!: The Merit Badge Handbook for Grown-Up Girls by Lauren Catuzzi Grandcolas.
All of the other entries from the book that I have blogged about previous, which can be found linked on the original post, are one's that I have accomplished through childhood and into my teens and twenties. I counted them only if I met the requirements as outlined within the book. They were things that I had already done, and did not wish to do again to earn the badge as an adult. Things like dancing, acting, or even horseback riding (which I've yet to blog about). As I'd already done some of the things and had absolutely no interest in re-doing them, it was a hang-up for me with this book, so to speak. I'd pick it up, want to find something new to pursue, and put it down again, because of all the things I'd already accomplished and didn't wish to do again. I decided to let all of that go. I figured that if I met the requirements, I'd count them, no matter what age I'd accomplished said badge, and it was really freeing. It's letting me enjoy this book and finally choose a badge to earn. That badge was Yoga. |
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