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Presidents Day: My Twitter Guide to US Presidents

Thanks to good ol’ George Washington’s birth, I had a day on the couch yesterday, and a new Presidents Day tradition was born.

Below, your guide to US Presidents:

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Thanks to my mom for being a US history teacher and dragging me to every presidential historical site in America. Extra thanks to James Foreman for creating my lovely campaign poster, to Mark Stratton for suggesting that I compile them all into a blog post, and to Anthony Closkey who suggested future fun afoot….

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Nothing to Rebel Against

My parents, bless their hearts, put up with a lot from me through the years. Perfectly nice, middle class suburban types, and I felt the need to press their boundaries.

There was the time in middle school that I became a devout evangelical and spent years of puberty weeping that they were both going to hell and insisting that I would never drink or smoke or even play the lottery. I also insisted on loudly saying the blessing at dinner, usually interrupting their conversation to do so. Agnostics both, they tolerated that stage with a wink and drove me to youth group.

Then, there was the time I went off to college pre-law and came home with a theatre major. And hot pink hair. And took to wearing a silk smoking jacket and combat boots for every occasion. The nine holes in my ears. Cigarettes, one of which I put out on the roof outside my bedroom window, nearly setting their house on fire. The four gay male roommates. They wondered where it all came from, since I’d never shown the slightest interest in theatre before, but they drove an hour to see every bad production. When I ran out of tuition money and moved home, they put a roof over my head and bought season tickets when I got a paying theatre job.

There was the time I went away to work for the summer and came home announcing that I was moving to Pittsburgh. Sight unseen. To live with my gay best friend. They were baffled, but my mom carried boxes to the car.

Then I went back to college. A chance for them to relax? Oh no. I added a couple of tattoos to the mix. Oh, and by the way, this is my girlfriend. Yes, girlfriend. She bench presses 210. Did they panic? Nope. My parents brought my grandmother to visit and we all went out to dinner.

Then, I went to law school in DC. Which baffled them, but they supported it. Then I decided to move back to Pittsburgh afterward and promptly met the now-infamous ex. We got engaged in six months. They’d never met him. But when I flew home, sprung a ring on them and said I was getting married, they asked what date to save. When it didn’t work out, they asked how they could help.

In short, I have done everything in my power along the way to test them. At every turn, they have loved me, supported my choices, and never once turned their back on me in a time of need. The harder I tried to shock them (subconsciously) the less they blinked.

Now, as a grown up, I catch my breath thinking how lucky I was to have the parents I did. Every day my sisters and I knew that they would always love us no matter what. In retrospect, I was testing that. I wanted to see if they really meant it. If I could do something to lose their love. And time and time again, the answer was no.

There’s nothing left to rebel against. I’m an adult and make my own choices every day. Some of them may not be traditional, but they’re hardly appalling. I’ve learned to catch myself before I take that extra step over the ledge. To teeter on the precipice and check out the horizon. And to call my mother. Lord knows, the woman’s earned a phone call after all these years.

(And in haiku, because Bad Pants asked so nicely:

Testing parents’ love:

dipping toes in a cold pool,

finding instead warmth.                                                )

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Already completed items on my Bucket List

There are 87 jillion things I want to do before I kick the bucket. In the interest of looking back, here’s a few I already managed:

  • Performed in a Super Bowl halftime show
  • Went to the Olympics
  • Saw a show on Broadway
  • Lobbied a Congressman in person for a cause I believed in
  • Toured the White House and the Smithsonians
  • Took a big chance on real love
  • Had a letter to the editor published in two major newspapers
  • Wrote a book (and found a publisher)
  • Learned to crochet
  • Played a musical instrument
  • Wrote a letter to thank my favorite elementary school teacher once I was grown
  • Saw my little sister get married (and was a bridesmaid)
  • Acted in a few plays
  • Swam in the ocean
  • Got engaged in a surprise down-on-one knee moment
  • Went to a professional baseball and hockey game
  • Went to a football game “between the hedges” at the University of Georgia
  • Attended a gigantic “march on Washington”
  • Moved to a city I had never seen until I pulled up to move in
  • Finished college (twice)
  • Went to law school
  • Learned how to make my grandmother’s chicken and dumplings
  • Danced in the moonlight to a shared walkman
  • Went to jazz fest in New Orleans
  • Visited Disney World and Epcot Center
  • Ate dinner at an Embassy
  • Ate warm nuts from a street vendor in Times Square
  • Took a road trip with nowhere in mind specifically
  • Played roulette in Atlantic City

Yesterday, I was having one of those days where I just felt not particularly “accomplished,” like I expected to be somewhere different at 31 than here- still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. Thus the list- stuff I have done so far.

And five more that I want to do asap:

  • Go on a trip out of the country (anywhere at this point)
  • Ride on a float in a parade
  • Learn to ride a bicycle
  • Have engraved stationery
  • Go to a Latin Mass at the old Catholic church downtown

What are your 5 best accomplishments and 5 to-dos? 

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Gertrude’s 20 Questions

The inimitable Gertrude posted a “20 questions” quiz on her site. I love a good quiz, so here are my answers…

What is your superpower?

– Juggling my packed dayplanner. Surviving on almost no sleep at all.

 Who are you most like in life?

– BC, my dear ‘gay husband’. He and I are disturbingly alike in a lot of ways- mildly autistic when it comes to being touched by strangers, snarky and pop culture referencing, independent, and happiest lying on a blanket in the sun with a book.

 Do people ever tell you you look like a celebrity?

– Not often. Occasionally people tell me I look like Lauren Ambrose from Six Feet Under. I take it as a compliment.

Lauren Ambrose 

What are your views on weddings?

– In general, I think people spend a lot more money than they should to have a party they wouldn’t even want to go to. I’m a fan of tiny, quirky weddings where everyone knows everyone and enjoys a fun party. My favorite wedding took place in a backyard and involved a dance floor set up in the garage.

What was the last book you read?

– A Thousand Splendid Suns. Now I’m working my way through the Artist’s Way (again) and finally picked up Ahab’s Wife, which BC handed off to me a year ago.  Oh, and I read “Voodoo Dreams” on Sunday afternoon- a trashy fun novel about the heir to Marie Leveau’s  voodoo powers and her triumph over a murderous prostitution ring. It went well with spicy shrimp fajitas and a cold beer in a can.

Who is your hero?

I don’t do heroes very well. I have always admired Eleanor Roosevelt for her social policy work. I idol-worshipped a professor of mine who spoke five languages and had doctorates in medieval literature and calculus. My mom’s grace never ceases to amaze. And BC is a hero of sorts for constantly coming to my rescue when I get in a jam.

What are five songs that would be on the soundtrack of your life?

I don’t really do music…. see my 101 things about me list, but let’s see- 

– Polyester Bride, Liz Phair.
– School Night, Ani DiFranco.
– Summertime, Ella Fitzgerald.
– Baby Girl, Sugarland (I used to be an acquaintance of Jennifer Nettles, the singer, WAY back when).

– If I Wrote You, Dar Williams.

Have you ever been burned?

– Sure. I’ve definitely been burned in the kitchen once or twice. No memorable scars though.

What is your worst habit?

– Self-criticism. And that nasty cigarette smoking (I really am going to quit… it grosses even me out now).

 What is the best lesson your parents taught you?

 - My dad advised me in 5th grade that whatever I did reflected on the family name as well as my own. He followed that with “Don’t do anything to get your name in the paper,” when I got my Pentagon job. Both are good advice. My mom advised me to put on lipstick for photographs and that I could do whatever needed to be done- these have both helped in their own way as well.

What are three things that hang on your walls?

– A framed piece of tissue paper covered in Asian calligraphy that I found in an art supply store in DC (no one has been able to definitely state the language of origin), a collage of Virgin Mary prayer cards acquired throughout the years and a pink stone rosary on a nail, a postcard photo from the turn of the century showing some steel workers and kin on “Smoky City Beach” here in Pittsburgh .

Who do you think will actually WIN the presidency?  Will it be the right choice?

–Obama is the right choice. Whether he will win now that Hillary is turning the party into a bitter mudbath is anyone’s guess.

Is your bed made right now?

–No. I have nice sheets, so I don’t have to make it.

Where would you like to wake up in the morning if you could be anywhere?

– New Orleans at the Place d’Arms in time for free cafe’ au lait and croissants.

Do you do anything creative?

– I write, crochet, make collage-y journaly things, cook a fine cobbler, and now my true love, bellydancing.

What would you like to be doing in five years if there were no limits to who you could be?

– I would be working three jobs part-time as a college professor, a freelance journalist, and a work/life type career counselor. Somehow I would have quality health benefits, at least one healthy child who I actually got to spend some time with, and be working on my second novel which would be as well received as my first. BC and I would live down the street from eachother and sneak away from our significant others to have wacky adventures and laugh over reality t.v. whenever we liked. And I would spend one month out of the year in New Orleans in an apartment I could stumble from at any hour day or night to write, walk by the river, or meet interesting people.   

Why Craigslist?

– (Gertrude’s is an online dating quiz). I personally enjoy Craigslist for job hunting and “missed connections,” but haven’t made the leap to online dating.  

What is really the greatest thing about meeting someone new?

– Finding all of those odd connections- growing up in the same neighborhood, a mutual friend, a similar job, an odd story shared. All those coincidences that make us human.

If you didn’t have to work, would you?

– Absolutely not- at least at not at my current job. All of the things I like to do don’t come with big paychecks, but I could fill my time easily with theatre work, writing, being a museum docent, working with little ones, politicking, and volunteering for causes I believe in.

What are you doing to make less of an impact on the earth?

– Ever since I read Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, I have been obsessed with local food. I am awaiting farmer’s market season with baited breath. I also shop locally-owned for anything and everything else when possible and recycle.

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Avoiding Reality with a Fun Survey

This serious-topic-avoidance survey was provided to me by A Blog of Her Own. (Thanks! Even I am sick of my own drama at this point…)

Here are the rules:
Link to the person who tagged you.
Post the rules on your blog.
Share six (6) non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
Tag at least 3 people at the end of your post and link to their blogs.
Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

Six Things About Me 

1. If possible, I eat brownies for breakfast. Every time there are brownies in the house, I can’t resist. Luckily, I avoid keeping them around at all costs. I currently have healthy whole-grain cereal instead, but it’s just not as good.

2. I am a social activist who worries about being a sell-out, to the point of distraction. Sometimes I don’t think I’ll have “made it” until I can go to work in torn jeans. 

3. I can’t resist the call of more graduate school. I was pretty sure law school had permanently scratched that itch, but now I suspect it won’t rest until I have a PhD. Of course, as my sister the Yuppie informs me, I can go for free when I’m 65, so I should just hold on until I pay off the last few degrees.

4. I cannot eat cold cuts because they taste like mayonnaise to me. And I hate mayo.

5. If anyone really knew how little sleep I survive on, they would lock me away for a long, long time. I have been known to go days on three hours a night. It doesn’t make me a nice person, but I can semi-function.

6. I currently rent my sofa. There, I’ve said it. It should be paid off by August, but until then, I am two missed paychecks away from losing my used furniture. If I worry about money a bit much, you’ll have to excuse me. Sobering, but true. It’s so hard to be glamorous on rented furniture.

And as for tags, these go out to three bloggers I read often: Naked on the Roof, Lina from Three City Gals, and Rebecca. (my apologies if you’ve already gotten similar invites…)

Go check them out, if you get the chance!

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