Everything I Like Causes Cancer

Where we've been convinced to write a new post on Dec. 2. Stay tuned!

In serious need of a haircut, I've resorted to wearing hats the past couple days. Today I paired my favorite olive-drab skull-studded hat with my favorite madras shorts:


I'm calling it "South American Revolutionary Visits Boca Raton." All the kids'll be doing next week, you'll see.

10/22/2009

A homeless rose by any other name . . .

Posted by Gwen |

Having been graced with an uncommon name that I love (Thanks, Mom!), my interest is always piqued when I meet other Gwens or when I see it mentioned anywhere. So much so that as a senior in college I once terrorized a freshman girl named Gwen in an effort to convince her that she should use her middle name. I think my position was something like, "When people say 'Gwen' around here, I know they are talking about me and I don't want there to be any confusion." Yeah, I was a peach in college.


Anyway, you can imagine my surprise when one of my friends brought it to my attention this morning that American Girl has a new doll named Gwen. And she's homeless. Apparently, Miss Gwen's daddy lost his job and left his family thereby forcing Miss Gwen and her mama to live in their car for a while.

Now I should probably be upset that American Girl is selling a HOMELESS doll for $95. (Ooooh, the irony!) Or that they are sending terrible messages about daddies and men in general. But I'm not. I'm upset that she has my name.

I wonder what her middle name is and whether or not Miss Gwen and her mama have a phone now.

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In 40 short years I have gone from being this insatiably curious child:

to being this insatiably curious middle-aged woman:

No matter how old we get, some things never change.

Forty years ago today, at 4:36 pm, I was born in Carbondale, IL.  The hospital where I was born was condemned and demolished shortly after my birth, thereby making me the only Gwendolyn ever born there.  And today at 4:36 pm I will officially be half-dead.  Assuming, you know, that I'm not brought down earlier by liver failure, a heart attack or lung cancer.  (Oh, the irony!)

Women are most fascinating between the ages of 35 and 40 after they have won a few races and know how to pace themselves. Since few women ever pass 40, maximum fascination can continue indefinitely.
- Christian Dior

Over the past week, affectionately dubbed Rock Star Birthday Princess Week, I have been inundated with love and hugs, gifts and accolades, and wonderfully inappropriate advances.   While at times it was overwhelming, I loved every single second of it.  Many, many, many thanks to all the people who have sent cards and gifts, thrown and/or attended parties, called to congratulate me for surviving this long, written on my Facebook wall, told me how great I look for being so old, lavished me with gifts, and just generally been completely made of win.  I love you all.

Today's astrology reading which is spooky in its accuracy, except for the quiet part:

You are very strong-willed and proud, but intensely private and not easy to know well. Behind your quiet exterior lies a great deal of emotional depth, sensitivity, complexity, and also fierce determination. When you want something you go after it rather quietly but insistently and wholeheartedly - and you usually get it.

You are, in many ways, an eternal child. Your mind is bright, alert, curious, flexible, playful, and always eager for new experiences - and your attention span is often quite brief. You grasp ideas quickly and once your initial curiosity has been satisfied, you want to go on to something else. You crave frequent change, variety, meeting new situations and people.

I discovered yesterday that my favorite local columnist, Bob Rybarczyk, is my birthday twin.  (Happy Birthday, Bob!)  His column, published yesterday, hit the nail square on the head:  Forty doesn't feel old; forty isn't old.  Never before in my life have I been this self-aware and confident and fulfilled.  I wouldn't turn back the hands of time for anything.  All the hard work and strife and disappointments needed to happen for me to become the woman I am today.

Other celebrities who share my - our - birthday:
Anderson Cooper, Deniece Williams, Alan Ginsberg, Tony Curtis, Josephine Baker, and Dr. Drew.
A nice list, if I say so myself.

Here's hoping I make it to 100 with my joie de vivre intact!

5/07/2009

601: All You, All Day

Posted by Gwen |

For ease of navigation here's a running list (with commentary) of your EILCC 600-Post Show and Tell Extravaganza posts:

Tags Times Two from Skyler's Dad, the sweetest man in Blogaritaville and author of Some Days It's Not Worth Chewing Through The Leather Straps. Finding friends like this man is the greatest perk of blogging. Thanks, SD, for celebrating with me!

In a Sentimental Mood by The Lady Who Doesn't Lunch. I adore this woman. A-DORE. She is classy and funny and I want to sit with her by a pool, wearing big straw hats and reading trashy magazines while handsome men silently bring us mai-tais and fan us.

Scope-Tech: Gwen's Show and Tell Part I
I love it when you give this man a task; he always gives more than you requested.

Love Letters by Cora: Because Gwen Asked Me To
I thought about keeping Scope and Cora separated in this list but realized one of them would likely hack in here and rearrange things if I did, so I let them be. No monkey business over here, you two. EILCC has a low PDA threshold.)


mjenks, A Crown of Thistles: Stuff
Apologies to jenks, the man with whom I can be as un-PC as I want and he still thinks it's funny . . . I noticed early yesterday that some verbiage in this post was confusing and led jenks to believe that I was asking for pictures of your own pajama tops, so I re-worked one phrase but failed to mention the distinction to him. I'm sure he won't mind, he is the kind of guy who likes to do his own thing anyway. Also, when you read his post, pretend that all that really nice stuff he says about his new friend Kristine is about me; I did.

~E Deconstructed: More Postcards and Gwen's 600th Post
I expected to find a couple shirts that belonged to ex-boyfriends when I went digging through your closets and dressers and ~E has given us our very first one. This saucy little Seattle minx loves her special shirt so much she bought others just like it and marked "the special one" with a laundry pen!

Candy's Daily Dandy: Gwennie, Your Challenge Has Opened A Pandora's Box of Emotions
Candy's post proves that a woman will do anything for a pair of shoes she loves.


Are You Sassified?: Things I Want Thursday - T.I.W.T.
It would seem Sass couldn't resist the siren song of a Wordless/Blowing Up Shit/Six Word/Totally Awkward/Whatever Thursday but she managed to work in a story about a sweatshirt that has earned BFF status. God love her.

My best girl Whiskeymarie: "Pride" and "Dignity" Are Such Ugly Words
Holy buckets! I had no idea when I wrote the phrase "that pair of jeans you finally had to make into cut-off shorts and now you can't get rid of the shorts even though your ass hangs out the bottom like a $2 hooker" that I was speaking directly to her. You should not miss the ensemble she put together from the back of her closet. Priceless.

Scope-Tech: Gwen's Show & Tell - Part II - The Scope Coat
Scope not only let me peek in his drawers but also showed me his flare. I hope Cora doesn't try to cut me.

Suze of Suzel's Sass: Because She Said So
Huh. I never knew Suze was in the Air Force. Maybe I should stop giving her so much shit and using her credit card before she kicks my ass into next Tuesday.

Fancy Schmancy: What Gwennie Wants, Gwennie Gets!
Ahhhhhhh. Comfy duds and a special stuffed friend, perfect for the end of the day. That Fance, she always knows what we need.

Cowguy: ShirtShirtShirtShirtShirtShirtShirtShirtShirtShirtShirtShirtShirtShirtShirtShirt
I've waited all day for our first "my family tried to get rid of it" story. I should've known it would be Cowguy. I can't wait to meet him and his peeps because they have a lot of fun. I've been stalking the Keota website more frequently now that the weather is better. One of these days our schedules will align and then I will magically appear in the crowd at one of their shows, like a tiny angel with a seriously foul mouth. Remind me to wear white when I go.

L'ananas, Solitary In Sanity: And Like a Facebook 5 Things
Yaaaay! Our first new person! I love it. L'ananas told me she didn't even have to think twice about her item and offered up a 14 year-old, almost-crotchless pair of shorts. Excellent. (L'ananas, I love your tag-line, "It's not you, it's me.")

Girl Interrupted, For Gwen: Better Late Than Never
I was only recently introduced to Girl Interrupted but as soon as I read her story about biting jellies (Jell-O) in the grocery I knew I had found another kindred soul. I live in awe of the scope of her passive subversion and wish we had "jellies" here.

Cash Register Jockey, Soakin' Up Paycheck: The Shirt (or Jumping on the Blogging Bandwagon)
Another EILCC newbie! Welcome, CRJ, and thanks for playing along with my silly reindeer games. In this post, CRJ shows us the Iron Maiden t-shirt he bought as a teen while on vacation with his family because he thought wearing it would make him cool. Anyone who says they never did something like this is simply a big, fat liar-mouth. Can you say "parachute pants?"

J.J. in L.A., Fun things to do for Gwen
Yes! Sick humor!  Until J.J. came along our collective wardrobe was devoid of sick humor.  Sad, really.  And surprising.  It's a good thing she was batting clean-up; we needed her.

Many, many thanks to everyone who is celebrating this EILCC milestone with me. You wonderful people are the reason I keep doing this; your friendships are my reward. I love each and every one of you.

Some of you mentioned not being able to participate due to busy schedules and broken (or nonexistent) cameras. Please don't let this stop you. I never meant to make rules that would exclude anyone. If you like this idea feel free to post anytime, with or without pictures. All I really wanted was to peek into your drawers and closets to learn more about you. Just be sure to let me know in the comments here (or here) that you've posted because I don't want to miss any of your stories. I'm going to keep adding to the list above as new posts roll in today so be sure to check back often!

I was folding laundry on Sunday when I came across this pajama top that my mom gave me as part of a Victoria's Secret sleep set so long ago that I can't even remember what the bottoms looked like. This top has aged to a sickly grayish-yellow color, the ends of the sleeves are frayed, and the material is so thin now that you can almost see through it.


But I love it. I love it because my mom gave it to me. I love it because it has rubbed against and been removed by every man I have ever seriously loved. I love it because it's comfortable. It never stays in my dresser very long because it's always my first choice. Apologies to all my other pajama tops, but this one is my favorite.

I suspect everyone has at least one piece of clothing like my pajama top: that pair of shoes you can't seem to throw in the trash despite them being broken down and soleless; that ratty-ass three-quarter-sleeve tee-shirt from the 1986 AC/DC Fly on The Wall tour that is covered in paint stains the same color as your second bathroom; that pair of jeans you finally had to make into cut-off shorts and now you can't get rid of the shorts even though your ass hangs out the bottom like a $2 hooker.

So I want you to do me a favor. Tonight when you get home from work, or today while the kiddos are napping, go find your clothing/footwear/accessory equivalent of my pajama top and take a picture of the revered item. Post the picture on your own blog tomorrow and tell us the story behind it. You don't have to link back to this post because I don't get fussy about stuff like that but please do come back and leave a comment so we can find and enjoy your stories.

I know you want to participate - I can see it in your eyes - but maybe you simply can't bear the idea of missing even one installment of Wordless/Blowing Up Shit/Six Word/Totally Awkward/Whatever Thursday, so do it because I asked in my 600th post. Yes, this is my 600th post. It's the least you could do considering I've slaved over this keyboard trying to make you laugh or think or cry or get angry, or all of the above at once, 600 times since July 7, 2007. It isn't much to ask. It isn't much to ask at all, monkeys.

UPDATES!!!

9:06 PM: EILCC announces its very first 600-Post Show and Tell Extravaganza* entry from . . . drum roll, please . . . no, really, do it on your desk with your index fingers . . . c'mon! . . . bllllllllllllllllll . . .

Tags Times Two from Skyler's Dad, the sweetest man in Blogaritaville and author of Some Days It's Not Worth Chewing Through The Leather Straps. Finding friends like this man is the greatest perk of blogging. Thanks, SD, for celebrating with me!

I can't wait to see what the rest of you have in your drawers. Keep 'em coming!

*Thanks to C.B. Jones for inadvertently naming our event in his comment. I laughed, hard. Could someone please put 10 Gwen Points on the board for C.B.? Thanks. (Gwen Points are not real nor are they redeemable for anything. I just got caught up in my own narcissism and went a little crazy. But the points still have a good connotation. I didn't mean to strip them of all value in that first sentence, just any imagined tangible value because I don't have Gwen Prizes to go with them. Shit. There I go again, naming things after myself that don't even exist. I apologize; I'm out of control.)

9:17 PM: I just spotted another one! In a Sentimental Mood by The Lady Who Doesn't Lunch. I adore this woman. A-DORE. She is classy and funny and I want to sit with her by a pool, wearing big straw hats and reading trashy magazines while handsome men silently bring us mai-tais and fan us.

7:18 AM: Here's what we collected overnight! There are some great stories in here . . .

I love it when you give this man a task; he always gives more than you requested.

Love Letters by Cora: Because Gwen Asked Me To
I thought about keeping these two separate on this list but realized Cora would likely hack her way in here and rearrange things if I did so I left them be. No monkey business over here, you two. EILCC has a low PDA threshold.)

mjenks, A Crown of Thistles: Stuff
Apologies to jenks, the man with whom I can be as un-PC as I want and he still thinks it's funny . . . I noticed early yesterday that some verbiage in this post was confusing and led jenks to believe that I was asking for pictures of your own pajama tops, so I re-worked one phrase but failed to mention the distinction to him. I'm sure he won't mind, he is the kind of guy who likes to do his own thing anyway. Also, when you read his post, pretend that all that really nice stuff he says about his new friend Kristine is about me; I did.

I expected to find a couple shirts that belonged to ex-boyfriends when I went digging through your closets and dressers and ~E has given us our very first one. This saucy little Seattle minx loves her special shirt so much she bought others just like it and marked "the special one" with a laundry pen!

9:32 AM: I am pleased as punch that everyone is doing this!

Candy's post proves that a woman will do anything for a pair of shoes she loves.
It would seem Sass couldn't resist the siren song of a Wordless/Blowing Up Shit/Six Word/Totally Awkward/Whatever Thursday but she managed to work in a story about a sweatshirt that has earned BFF status. God love her.

The first thing I do every morning is check my email using my phone while I'm still in bed because I hate to get out of bed.  But this was in my inbox this morning and made me laugh so hard I had to get up and share it.  Plus, spending three days laying on the floor does not make good blog material so really, this is all I've got anyway.  


THE EMAIL:



When you were discussing learning to walk upright earlier today, I could not help but imagine what it must have been like.  Please, tell me...is it anything like this?

Words, Words, Words







To answer Words^3's question, yesterday I felt like the second me from the left and today I feel like the middle me: more erect, but still hairy and not fully evolved.  I like that big stick I am carrying.  I need to get one of those.

I'm going in to the office today.  I may be back home by noon but at least I'm giving it the old college try.  (That's not true.  In college I wouldn't have tried.)

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