But calling people into the bathroom for a chat? EEEEEWWWWW!

A dear friend of mine writes the most amazing books (Eileen Rendahl, for those what's interested) says that there's nothing more disconcerting than having her 80 year old mother call her into the bathroom for the family meetings. She says it's a Jewish thing, but I dunno-- my mom used to try to have family meetings in the bathroom until I finally locked the door when I was about ten or so.

Eileen also has to help her mother with bra fittings at the departments stores, which is a whole other load of material for her therapist, she says.

But then she told me about an experience that trumped all-- she'd just finished working out in the gym and went to the shower, communal, natch, because this is just a YMCA. And a couple of showers down, there's a woman who she recognizes from the local PTO, who starts talking to her about the latest meeting and happenings at the school, all while soaping up her pubes. As Eileen put it, "It was the most surreal conversation I've ever had, discussing school referendums while she's just standing there, soaping up her cooch without benefit of a washcloth or anything."

well...this has been an interesting read. though after the Thorpey pics, i mostly am stuck saying "mmmm....". i'm so going to miss him not being in this year's Olympics.

As Eileen put it, "It was the most surreal conversation I've ever had, discussing school referendums while she's just standing there, soaping up her cooch without benefit of a washcloth or anything."

Now that's way too damn much information.

Now that's way too damn much information.

Tell me about it, but if you could have only heard Eileen telling it-- I was laughing so hard I was CRYING.

Now, a moment in which I can bitch-- how much am I hating current airline luggage standards?

I tried really hard to pack only one suitcase for SF. Problem is, I only have one suitcase big enough to comfortably accommodate my evening gown. This suitcase weighs on its own, close to fifteen pounds. So of course, when I tried to weight the sucker after I'd packed it (With room in it, no less--I didn't even have to use the expanding zippers or anything) it weighed close to sixty pounds.

So I could choose to do one of two things-- I could redistribute into two suitcases and pay the $25.00 fee for the second suitcase or pay FIFTY dollars for going over fifty pounds.

Bastards.

At least since I bought my ticket prior to July 9th, I don't have to pay the $15.00 fee for the first bag. *boggles*

Yeah, the suitcase regs are getting to be a major pain.

Hubby and I chat in the bathroom all the time. Though that is a vastly different vibe from parents/kids. I'm proud to say I never saw either of my parents naked or near naked or anything like that. I was found under a cabbage leaf, like any other self-respecting raised-by-puritans kid.

Resume question for TCG:

If he's applying for a job and he knows who his boss would be if he was to be hired, should that boss's name be put into the Dear so and so part or should it just be to whom it may concern? Taking into account that this person is not the only person doing the hiring. The resume is supposed to be sent to the HR department and not the potential boss's office.

I think that if there are multiple people reviewing the resume the individual name probably should be left off.

I'm proud to say I never saw either of my parents naked or near naked or anything like that. I was found under a cabbage leaf, like any other self-respecting raised-by-puritans kid.

I didn't see my parents anywhere near naked until they were elderly or ill. Dad was very particular that only his wife or son could help him when he was ill. A bit tough on the 2 of them when he had 3 daughters that could have helped more. But we respected his wishes.

If my kids don't want to see me naked they need to not walk in when I am dressing or divert their eyes if I streak through the house. I'm not changing my immodest ways on their account. One kid is all locked doors about changing the other is a nudist.

Also, Go Emmett! I'm looking forward to reading the game report later.

After my mom's mastectomy, I kind of bullied my way into her first post-op bra buying trip, on the grounds that she needed shopping help. I really did it because I knew she thought she looked horrible, and I knew if I saw the scar I could be cool about it. I don't get skeeved by that kind of thing. I don't recall seeing her naked since I was a little kid, but it was fine. It went well and she has since told me it was a help to her.