Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Cat Call

Okay, I know I usually start with a quote but this subject has little to share. So I'll use my own quote that I wrote a...well...long time ago when I worked for Lancaster Newspapers and decided to do a story on cat calling: "Don't say anything to a women you wouldn't say to your mother."

By now most have seen the viral video of the woman walking the streets of New York for ten hours and the level of calls and attention she received wearing, shockingly, jeans and a t-shirt (gasp-how provocative!!)

As a young girl working in downtown Lancaster I had my share of "calls" which made me write the story. I interviewed men and women of all ages. Most men said it was usually in a group or because they generally thought it would get them the kind of attention they wanted. Women found it scary, invasive and if it was a constant thing they would find themselves altering their paths or changing a routine to avoid it.

I've dealt with it myself recently even at middle age. At my new job last winter there were a few men who viewed me as fresh meat. I would smile and think they were just funny guys but then it would get creepy-no matter how many times I would tell them I was in an incredibly perfect relationship.

So I would stop walking by their area, or if I did have to interact I was all business with possibly a side of slight bitchiness. It worked to an extent but I still avoid these people at all cost. So I had to change my behavior as a woman because some horn-dogs couldn't take a hint (or a two-by-four to the face probably).


I guess it's like any ignorance, whether it's racism or bigotry, some men have come to believe that is how you treat women. Thankfully, I think, the trend is to show our young boys how to respect women as long as the women they come in contact with demand respect. It is a two way street at times so road blocks need to be established.

As for me and work....tomorrow is our Halloween costume party. Not wanting to buy anything I remembered having cat ears and a tail from when I used to teach young kids. I also have a ton of cordless phones as we got rid of our land line.

I'll be a cat call thank you very much.
Meow and get away from me you creep.

Saturday, October 11, 2014


"You are, and always have been, my dream."
~Nicholas Sparks-The Notebook

So in true"sharing" nature I'm going to get personal.

One year ago Dan and I promised to be each other's "somebody." We flew to a beautiful island surrounded by family and promised to stay together, love each other and, well, put up with each other forever. We made promises that day that we wrote. I won't share Dan's (not my place) but I very much like what I said that day (I wrote it that afternoon-I do best under pressure).

So if you're interested here it is:

When I think of our beginning I start with that first meeting in the Schiphol airport. I had come out of the wrong door and waited like an idiot for at least 20 minutes, holding an outdated, useless cell phone, until I realized my mistake.

When I found you it was like the air had left your body. My bumbled apologies were ignored as you just grabbed me and held me close. I was found. I was home.

Leaving you that first time was the hardest thing I had ever done. We were that sobbing couple in the airport. I was that runny nose person no one wants to make eye contact with in the passport line. Oh, and the poor man who sat next to me on the plane-I wish I could apologize to him.

Four years later we are finally beginning a life together. It is sure to have new challenges, adventures, and brand new annoyances on both of our parts. So here is what I can promise you....

I promise to help you through sugar highs and lows, even shoving M & M's in your mouth when needed. I'll support whatever happens in the future with this disease we both hate for what it does to you.

I promise to listen to all of your stories even for the fifth or sixth time-except one-and you know which I mean. (Inside family joke)

I promise to celebrate your successes, console your loses and not sweat the small stuff.

I promise to be proud of you for your strength, intelligence, massive good looks and sarcastic nature.

But most of all I promise to be your home as you are mine. To fill it with love, romance and excitement whenever we have the chance.

Because this, us, is home. And as you always say-it's going to be great.