My Geek-boy crushes

The last few blog posts of late have been rather serious, so I decided to write about something fun and light-hearted. Inspired by my sis Holly’s “Old Man Crush” blog post, I decided to write about my geek-boy crushes.

I don’t know why, but geek boys just do it for me more than guys like Brad Pitt. Maybe because there’s something there behind the good looks; like a sense of humor and decency. I’m not saying that Brad doesn’t have those things, but I’d rather be the pretty one in the relationship. Besides, geeks are just nicer. They treat you better and are more thankful to see you naked than a George Clooney. So here they are — my geek boy crushes….

Jim from “The Office.” And I mean Jim, not that actor who plays him. Maybe it’s the witty banter between him and Pam, or the hilarious tricks he plays on Dwight, or that he has more good sense than anyone else in the office. I don’t know. Is it his flippy hair? Or his ability to put office items, like staplers, into jello molds? Or the fact that he has soooo much potential but decides to waste his life away at a paper company in a “paperless world.” I think it’s because he’s hopelessly devoted to Pam.

Chuck from “Chuck.” Again, the character and not the actor who protrays him. From the first time I saw the show, I thought Chuck was a hottie. Is it because all the characters around him can’t believe it when Sarah shows interest in him? I think that’s ridiculous because he’s so cute. He’s also nice and loves his sister. Chuck can also kick butt along with the other CIA operatives. I can’t wait for the second season to start so I can get my Chuck crush on once again.

And last, but not certainly least, Casey, my big geeky studmuffin of a husband. On him I have the BIGGEST crush of all. He was just a simple Star Wars geek when we got married (if you can’t tell, his shirt says “Star Wars”) but he morphed into a full-blown computer geek after my Dad gave us his old PC. And boy, am I ever glad. His self-taught computer geek skills has given him and our family a modest, but nice living. Not only is he the sexiest geek I know, but he is the kindest person I’ve ever met. If you’re Casey’s friend, you’re a lucky person. He’s funny as hell and always knows how to put a smile on my face. I would gush more but it would just turn out sappy and annoying, so I’ll just say….

Geeks Rule!

Eve Ensler

Eve Ensler wrote this article. She puts into words what I’ve been trying to articulate the last week or so. If you disagree, write about it on your own blog, while you still have freedom of speech.

“I am having Sarah Palin nightmares. I dreamt last night that she was a member of a club where they rode snowmobiles and wore the claws of drowned and starved polar bears around their necks. I have a particular thing for Polar Bears. Maybe it’s their snowy whiteness or their bigness or the fact that they live in the arctic or that I have never seen one in person or touched one. Maybe it is the fact that they live so comfortably on ice. Whatever it is, I need the polar bears.

I don’t like raging at women. I am a Feminist and have spent my life trying to build community, help empower women and stop violence against them. It is hard to write about Sarah Palin. This is why the Sarah Palin choice was all the more insidious and cynical. The people who made this choice count on the goodness and solidarity of Feminists.??

But everything Sarah Palin believes in and practices is antithetical to Feminism which for me is part of one story — connected to saving the earth, ending racism, empowering women, giving young girls options, opening our minds, deepening tolerance, and ending violence and war.

I believe that the McCain/Palin ticket is one of the most dangerous choices of my lifetime, and should this country chose those candidates the fall-out may be so great, the destruction so vast in so many areas that America may never recover. But what is equally disturbing is the impact that duo would have on the rest of the world. Unfortunately, this is not a joke. In my lifetime I have seen the clownish, the inept, the bizarre be elected to the presidency with regularity.

Sarah Palin does not believe in evolution. I take this as a metaphor. In her world and the world of Fundamentalists nothing changes or gets better or evolves. She does not believe in global warming. The melting of the arctic, the storms that are destroying our cities, the pollution and rise of cancers, are all part of God’s plan. She is fighting to take the polar bears off the endangered species list. The earth, in Palin’s view, is here to be taken and plundered. The wolves and the bears are here to be shot and plundered. The oil is here to be taken and plundered. Iraq is here to be taken and plundered. As she said herself of the Iraqi war, “It was a task from God.”??

Sarah Palin does not believe in abortion. She does not believe women who are raped and incested and ripped open against their will should have a right to determine whether they have their rapist’s baby or not.??

She obviously does not believe in sex education or birth control. I imagine her daughter was practicing abstinence and we know how many babies that makes.??

Sarah Palin does not much believe in thinking. From what I gather she has tried to ban books from the library, has a tendency to dispense with people who think independently. She cannot tolerate an environment of ambiguity and difference. This is a woman who could and might very well be the next president of the United States. She would govern one of the most diverse populations on the earth.??

Sarah believes in guns. She has her own custom Austrian hunting rifle. She has been known to kill 40 caribou at a clip. She has shot hundreds of wolves from the air.??Sarah believes in God. That is of course her right, her private right. But when God and Guns come together in the public sector, when war is declared in God’s name, when the rights of women are denied in his name, that is the end of separation of church and state and the undoing of everything America has ever tried to be.??

I write to my sisters. I write because I believe we hold this election in our hands. This vote is a vote that will determine the future not just of the U.S., but of the planet. It will determine whether we create policies to save the earth or make it forever uninhabitable for humans. It will determine whether we move towards dialogue and diplomacy in the world or whether we escalate violence through invasion, undermining and attack. It will determine whether we go for oil, strip mining, coal burning or invest our money in alternatives that will free us from dependency and destruction. It will determine if money gets spent on education and healthcare or whether we build more and more methods of killing. It will determine whether America is a free open tolerant society or a closed place of fear, fundamentalism and aggression.

If the Polar Bears don’t move you to go and do everything in your power to get Obama elected then consider the chant that filled the hall after Palin spoke at the RNC, “Drill Drill Drill.” I think of teeth when I think of drills. I think of rape. I think of destruction. I think of domination. I think of military exercises that force mindless repetition, emptying the brain of analysis, doubt, ambiguity or dissent. I think of pain.??

Do we want a future of drilling? More holes in the ozone, in the floor of the sea, more holes in our thinking, in the trust between nations and peoples, more holes in the fabric of this precious thing we call life?”

September 11, 2001

Do you remember what you were doing 7 years ago today?

I had the worst kidney infection of my life. The night before I was taking a shower and I was in so much pain I passed out. My husband called my boss and told her what was going on and she agreed to work for me the next morning. I somehow made it through the night, although, looking back I should have gone to the emergency room. But I had a sweet 3 month old baby and didn’t want to take her there in the middle of the night.

The next morning we didn’t know the world had changed forever. We didn’t turn on the TV, we didn’t listen to the radio. We rode in silence to the clinic hoping that if we were there right at 9:00, I would be the first one on the list in the Urgent Care department. I was in so much pain. When we arrived, everyone at the clinic, doctors, patients, nurses, receptionists, were huddled around the waiting room TV. Some were crying, some were sitting in shock, others were discussing what was going on, and all of us were trying to figure out what just happened. I remember thinking that I was in so much pain I wanted the receptionist to get back behind the desk to check me in. They sent me back to an exam room even though the doctor wasn’t there yet. The nurse asked if I wanted to watch TV and I said no. I just wanted to lay there and most of all I wanted the pain to stop.

Eventually the doctor came, I peed in a cup, the doctor diagnosed me with a kidney infection and sent me on my merry way. I remember he prescribed me the antibiotic Cipro, which ironically enough, was given to the anthrax patients a few days later. I couldn’t nurse and take Cipro so I had to quickly wean my daughter. That was so painful. My day was basically spent on the couch trying to sleep and hoping the lortab would kick in. I would take Tylenol which would break my fever and I would wake up covered in sweat and milk. I changed my pajamas a million times that day. Casey sat in front of the TV all day watching the footage over and over again…I think like most people did. Every channel was 9/11 coverage and it stayed that way for at least a week. It felt like nothing would ever go back to normal and we would never feel right about laughing again.

It didn’t really hit me about what was going on until my best friend’s Mom called me. My best friend moved to New York City right after she graduated from college in 2000. She called me at the request of my best friend to tell me that she was okay. I started crying immediately. Then I called my Mom and when I told her my best friend (who my Mom considered a third daughter) was okay, she started crying as well.

A year and a half after 9/11, in March 2002, I had the opportunity to go to New York to see my best friend. My first day there we went to Ground Zero. I can’t even describe the feelings I felt there. Every other part of New York was noisy and loud. But this spot, this one spot, was so quiet. It wasn’t a peaceful quiet. It felt like standing next to a cemetery. As I read the sign on the gates that described the events of that fateful day, a group of high school girls were standing in a small circle holding each other and crying. All of a sudden they started singing “Amazing Grace” and it was so beautiful. I stood there looking at the spot where so many had died hearing this beautiful song and let the tears stream down my face. A second later a man walked by and said to his friends “this is so f***ed up.” I started laughing because my best friend said “that’s how New Yorkers really feel.”

I took pictures of Ground Zero but it felt sacrilegious to do so. But I did it because I never wanted to forget how I felt standing there. Thousands of people died needlessly and for no reason at all. The worst was seeing people jump to their death because that was better than being burned alive. I can’t imagine the terror they must have felt. Out of a terrible tragedy, our nation banded together as one. Ordinary men and women became heroes as they tried to save each other. Children lost their fathers and mothers that day, women lost their husbands, husbands lost their wives, and America lost it’s innocence. For these reasons, we should never forget what happened on September 11, 2001.

Why Women need to Vote this year

I got this in an e-mail from my sister. It’s always good to remember our history so we don’t take for granted the privileges and obligations we have today.

“Remember, it was not until 1920 that women were granted the right to go to the polls and vote. The women were innocent and defenseless, but they were jailed nonetheless for picketing the White House, carrying signs asking for the vote.

(Lucy Burns) And by the end of the night, they were barely alive. Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden’s blessing went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of ‘obstructing sidewalk traffic.’ They beat Lucy Burns, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air.

(Dora Lewis) They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack. Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging, beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women. Thus unfolded the ‘Night of Terror’ on Nov. 15, 1917, when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson’s White House for the right to vote. For weeks,the women’s only water came from an open pail. Their food–all of it colorless slop–was infested with worms.

(Alice Paul) When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press.

Woodrow Wilson and his cronies try to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized. The doctor refused. Alice Paul was strong and brave. The doctor admonished the men: ‘Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity.’

We need to get out and vote and use this right that was fought so hard for by these very courageous women. Whether you vote democratic, republican or independent party – remember to vote.”

Pet Peeves

In thinking about it, I have a rather long list of pet peeves. Here’s a short list.

1 – Clicking onto someone’s blog or myspace page and their music comes up. When I’m on the computer I’m usually watching TV through my media center and the music always catches me off guard and scares me. I hate it!

2 – People who drive slow in the fast lane and won’t let people pass them.

3 – Black tights with white dress shoes. This is a fad better left in the 80s.

4 – People who say “don’t take is personal.” It’s personaLLY!! It’s an adverb, go back to grammar classes and learn the English language.

5 – When I go to put in a DVD and it won’t work because the back is covered in fingerprints. This is always due to my children man-handling them.

6 – The fact that Scrabble only comes with one Z. What’s up with that Hasbro? Sometimes a girl needs 2 Zs and I have to use one of those stupid blank tiles and I don’t get any points for that. Maybe I should start a petition.

7 – The fact that commercials are always louder than the show you’re watching.

8 – Black pants, white socks, and black shoes. Only Michael Jackson ever look cool wearing that combo and who wants to look like MJ now?

9 – Getting chain letter forwards. I am not going to send this to 60 of my closest friends so that I don’t have bad luck for 150 years. Also, people who forward something and don’t erase all the e-mails addresses of everyone who has received the forward before me so that I have to scroll down for 5 minutes just to get to the actual e-mail.

10 – When I’m walking into the mall pushing a stroller and no one will hold open a dang door for me even though they see me struggling. I always help out people in strollers.

What are some of your pet peeves?

10 more things you don’t know about me (continued)…

111 – I hate peaches.

112 – Every year when the last season of “The Office” comes out on DVD, my brother and I have an all day Office-a-thon (or office party) and watch all the episodes and the special features.

113 – I wake up with regular Mountain Dew hangovers.

114 – Every Sunday for 6 years I played the prelude and opening hymn in Young Women’s because everyone else who could play the piano refused to.

115 – When my Mom was alive she was a huge “American Idol” fan and we weren’t allowed to call her when it was on. But she would call us later and tell us about it. It annoyed me then and I miss it now.

116 – I’m allergic to peas but my parents wouldn’t believe me when I told them I got a funny taste in my mouth after I ate peas. They thought I just didn’t like them. Once to get out of eating them, I shoved them in my napkin, excused myself to go to the bathroom, and then flushed them down the toilet. This clogged the toilet and I got in trouble. But at least I didn’t have to eat them.

117 – I was so uncool in 6th grade that I didn’t know who Milli Vanilli was. I consider that a point of pride now.

118 – I worked at a frozen yogurt shop called Golden Swirl for a year and a half. On job applications proceeding that job I would list my job title as “Swirly Girl.”

119 – My sorority sisters and I were regulars at the Vortex on Ladies’ Night.

120 – Casey sort of proposed to me after a Violent Femmes concert. I say “sort of” because we already decided we were getting married and the wedding date before he asked me.


Eighteen years ago I sat with bated breath in front of my little TV and watched the premier of a new show that was getting a lot of buzz and attracting tweeners like me. It was a show about spoiled rich kids in Beverly Hills with a funny name that I thought I’d never be able to remember, “Beverly Hills: 90210.” Geez, I could barely remember by own zip code at age 12. It was controversial because it showed teenagers in a whole new light. I sat riveted hoping to get a glimpse into the secret life of a teenager, being on the verge of teenagehood myself. Kids who have money, their own cars, sex lives, addictions to weight loss pills (how many cults did Kelly join?) and the like. That first episode would be considered extremely benign compared to what I saw last night.

The spinoff of “90210” debuted last night and I couldn’t believe what I saw in a 7:00 time slot. Within the first 15 minutes it was insinuated that one of the male characters, who was portrayed as a nice guy throughout the rest of the episode, was receiving a blow job from a girl who was not his girlfriend (not that that was the most surprising/alarming part of the scenario) in the front seat of his car, before school, in full view of his fellow students. Um, hello! People were up in arms when Brenda lost her virginity to her long-time boyfriend Dylan in the original 90210 and nothing was shown of the virginity losing. Let alone a girl popping up from the lap of a boy sitting there clearly enjoying himself.

Now, I wouldn’t call myself a prude. I regularly talk very candidly about sex with young women in an almost church-like atmosphere and nothing really shocks me. I read Dan Savage every week, so there is no sex stone left uncovered. I guess I was just taken aback by how much times have changed in the last 18 years. (And mentioning that it was 18 years ago that the original 90210 debuted and I was fully cognizant at that time makes me feel very old). I just don’t think teenage blow jobs belong on a show shown at the 7:00 hour of television. My 7 year old is still awake and I don’t really want her asking me what those two were doing if she happens to catch a glimpse of it while flipping channels.

I don’t live in Beverly Hills and so I don’t know how grown up those kids are, but I found the whole show unrealistic. One of the characters, Naomi, was celebrating her “Not so very Sweet 16” birthday party and the relationship she had with her boyfriend Ethan (the bj receiver) was too adult to be had by 16 year olds. Does anyone remember what high school was like? I half expected them to pull out their laptops and start quoting stock prices and debating the merits of which mortgage rate would be best for their house. And was it just me, or does every girl on that show belong in an eating disorder clinic? I have never seen skinnier girls in my life. If you look too skinny on TV and the camera adds 15 pounds, seek help immediately.

And another thing that stuck in my craw, one of the support characters I never bothered to remember the name of (the token emo kid with a face full of dark hair and tight black clothes) has a father who’s the biggest producer of porn in the universe and they have a porn set at his house. (Really? He’s not rich enough to afford a studio…he’s gotta shoot porn at his house within a few feet of his teenage son?) This kid knew all the porn actresses and there were pigs on set. I don’t want to know or even think about why there were girls in robes (apparently naked underneath) with three pigs waiting nearby going to be used in a porn movie. Can we say “ewww” and throw up in our mouths a little bit? In attempting to be cool and hip, 90210, you just made me toss my cookies.

There are two things, however, that I appreciated about the show. One, Rob Estes is total eye candy and I’ve been needing a fix since that hapless show “Silk Stalkings” went off the air. Let me pause for a moment and think about sexy Robby. Hmm…………Okay, I’m back. Second, they portrayed adoption as a normal thing. The aforementioned saliva-inducing Rob and his wife Becky from “Full House” adopted an African American son, and although it’s obvious he was adopted, they had a totally normal father/son relationship and there is no question who “Dixon’s” parent’s are (and they didn’t make a big deal out of the adoption either, it’s just normal). Also, Robbykins apparently knocked up his high school girlfriend and she placed their son for adoption. It will be interesting how that storyline plays out since she just waited to tell him now about the whole bearing of his fruit instead of going to “the clinic,” now that their bio-son is an adult. Interesting how they never said the word “abortion,” she just said she didn’t go to “the clinic,” but Ethan can be seen receiving fellatio. Hmm. You’re right Bob Dylan. Times they are a-changin’.
There you go. There’s my totally mindless brain fodder for the evening. Take it and spread joy throughout the land.