Good health vibes to your dad, Brenda.

WHy are they interviewing George Bush?!?!

The longer he's focused on the Olympics and thus unaware of his chance to play John Wayne opposite Russia, the better. Can we stretch the Games out until January? And maybe assign Brandi Chastain to rip off her shirt anytime it looks like an adviser is bringing him an update?

The medal ceremony for the Men's Swimming Relay was the first time in about 7 years that my heart was really into standing for the Star Spangled Banner. It's a nice feeling to have back.

Lots of ~ma to your dad, brenda.

Last week, when I was at the beach with my parents, someone that my mom was talking to asked me what grade I was in.

Every time I answer the Goddamn phone and it's someone who doesn't know me, I get the "can I speak with mommy or daddy?". IT'S KILLING ME.

When I was 10 or 11 and went with my dad to the car, I remember someone asking me about my husband, meaning my dad. That was way weird.

Every time I answer the Goddamn phone and it's someone who doesn't know me, I get the "can I speak with mommy or daddy?". IT'S KILLING ME.

I get that too. Extremely irritating.

When I was 11, and my brother was 8, I took him to one of those carts at the mall to get our picture taken (for a coffee mug for my mom, as a Mom's Day gift), and the guy working the cart asked me out on a date, wondering if I could get a babysitter for my son. I was like, dude, I'm 11. He's my brother. He's 8! And he was like, well, you're wearing a ring. And I was like, SO??? 11! 8!

ETA: And just a couple weeks ago, I got carded going in to see "Wanted." Sadly, I still look exactly like I did when I was 11. Except my hair's shorter.

I got a Croatian CouchSurfer coming here later today (don't know when yet).

It probably means I should clean the house: kitchen, living room, bathrooms. It's gonna take me at least an hour, probably more like 90 minutes.

I should get to it, don't I...?

Someone please say "no"

Someone please say "no"

No.

And in mistaken-for-other-ages news, when I pick up the phone at home, I'm often mistaken for my mom. There are 41 years and a sex change between me and her, so this is not quite a good thing.

There are 41 years and a sex change between me and her, so this is not quite a good thing.

Well, recently I've been considered a 4-5 year old girl, but for a long time before that, since I was 9, I was considered a 7 year old boy. 14 if I answered the phone with a grumpy tone of voice.

I loved teh 33 year old gymnast. Awesome.

Though the drama story about the french swimmer girl and her italian lover and the naked pictures may have been a bit much. Though also kind of fascinating, it just made me feel sorry for her.

Does anyone have any good recommendations for somewhere in the far east where I can get cheapish accomodations and lolly gag on the beach for a week or two? Actually, I'll even mix it up with some sight-seeing.

This is all due to actually leaving the house and doing something non-errandish and enjoyable (reading as I ate at a sidewalk table at the Cantonese restaurant). Problem is, it was that stupid book about chasing your dreams and actually catching them, so I'm trying to price them out.

Hey, maybe Madagascar! I was all psyched for that way back when.

t /moot

At the very least I'm going to try and go to work tomorrow and increase my efficiency. One of the methods is avoiding multitasking, so it may turn out to be impossible.

It is well known that I inherited some of my father's "How old?" genes, but no one believes that 7 or 8 year period where I was regularly mistaken for a teenaged boy. A little too regular to be just a silhouette thing. People plain just don't pay attention, and if you don't present stereotypes up front enough too often very obvious clues like face and breasts go by the wayside.

Does anyone have any good recommendations for somewhere in the far east where I can get cheapish accomodations and lolly gag on the beach for a week or two? Actually, I'll even mix it up with some sight-seeing.

Israel!

What? We have the beaches (even several, what with the Mediterranean, Kineret (can't remember how you call it in English) and the Dead Sea), we have sight-seeing of all sorts, the weather is so hot and humid everybody else wants to leave, so it's perfect for you, and you'll stay with me, which is free and as cheap as it gets. We're even east of you, of you look from the correct side of the world-is-round.

In less pleasant things-that-happen-here, yesterday was a fast (Tisha b'Av), and I'm really not good with all the not-drinking-water part of the whole thing, so I still have a roaring headache a few liters of water later, and am still finding it hard to, you know, focus on work and stuff. My deadline is Thursday. Which is not helping. Sigh.

[Edit: oh, but now I got the nice post #, what with the consecutive digits all mixed up (why, yes, just like the mess in my head) and still arranged enough that 2*4=3+5. I'm going to take this as a nice "you'll feel better soon" nod from the universe, and raise my cold-water-bottle in its honor.]