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.]

Oh Nilly.

~ma

Oh Brenda, much ~ma, although I'm also kind of shaking my head in bemusement over your sister and her date.

That was some kind of relay and Matt, so with you on the sentiment you expressed. Even my husband, who's not a big swimming fan at all, was caught up in the excitement.

With the age thing, I was regularly mistaken for older from the time I was eleven or so, on, but then, by my mid-thirties, the shift began and now if anything, people guess younger, when they do.

I refuse to lie about my age because my mother used to do it for me on a regular basis-- she used to make me and my sister and brother younger in order so she could pull off being younger herself for her dates. Yeah, I have issues with that.

With the age thing, I was regularly mistaken for older from the time I was eleven or so, on, but then, by my mid-thirties, the shift began and now if anything, people guess younger, when they do.

I am Barb in this regard.

Like JenP and Barb, I was usually thought of as older through my 20s and these days people seem to think I'm younger than I am, although perhaps they are erring on the side of nice or are confused by my Peter Pan lifestyle. They do call me ma'am way too much.

Brenda - vibing for your dad.

I am amused that the US has at least two team members who have at least one parent that was on the Soviet gymnastics team. Who would have predicted THAT back in the 80s?

The 4x100 free relay was very exciting. And those suits that they wear now are just so silly looking. (And you notice how as soon as they're out of the water that guys pull the tops down? So I'm thinking - also uncomfortable.)

Brenda, I'm so sorry. You already had quite enough on your plate. I'm hoping the damage to your dad turns out to be less than you thought last night.