Friday, April 30, 2010

Day 120 - PIzza!


While Garbanzo regrets his decision about tonight, the girls and I made homemade pizza. I worked at two different pizza places in high school and for a couple of summers in college. And the moment I turned 18 - old enough to operate the Hobart and the dough roller, I became dough girl. I made more pizza dough that one could ever imagine. And I rolled out thousands of crusts - THOUSANDS! It was rather insane. I would get there at 7am to start for the 10am opening. Nothing as much fun as pre-iPod days being alone in the kitchen making dough until others arrived.

Why would Garbanzo be regretting his decision? He volunteered to chaperon the middle school lock-in at the school. Yes, he has within his care 60-70 kids ages 12-15 years old. As one of his pregnant cohorts said - SUCKER!

A Friday Meandering

I've had one of these weeks that for every up there has been a down. For everything good to happen, there has been something bad. Just to keep me honest, I think.

My biggest problem with it all is simple having the patience to let it all work out.



I know it will. But sometimes I have to remember this

Even if that sucks. 

But, like I said, I have had some great moments this week too. Having beers with a new friend and considering the next place I want to take him to visit for our next beer. Enjoying the path of discovery that inevitably occurs when you get to know someone. A path that is always a bit more entertaining when that person has already seen you naked.

Or spending time with Derek who is visiting us this weekend. Watching the girls light up when they see him. Hearing his stories. Watching him hit on me and Garbanzo  - at the same time sometimes.  And having conversations with him about all aspects of our life - and knowing he understands and will not judge - and envies it a bit. We have missed him more than we had realized.

So to end my weird meandering post on a high note, I bring you two comics I saw recently thanks to a friend:




Hope everyone has a great Friday and a great weekend!


Thursday, April 29, 2010

Day 119 - Cantelope Chicken


She decided to keep her egg, thank you very much.  DJ chased her around the yard for quite awhile until I told her to let her keep it. It's not like we could do anything with it.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

HNT - Turn Your Frown, Upside Down


The title is what happens when my drinking buddy (Derek our former roommate who is visiting us) decides what the title should be.

He's visiting us, and we are drinking. You would figure after the many times when my gay friends have gotten me drunk that I would learn not to drink with "the gays", but clearly I have not. Oh well, Garbanzo will reap the benefits.

See Os to see who else is playing this week.
Or for more NSFW fun, check out OHNT.

Day 118 - Derek & Rain





Derek's visiting - we are drinking - it is raining.
Good times!

Kinky

I was tied - face down over the edge of the bed - tied down with a combination of cuffs and rope - my hair had fallen over my face like a blindfold keeping me from seeing what he was doing next.
 
I heard the zipper on his backpack, then the sounds as he looked for something followed by the feeling as things landed next to me on the bed.
 
When the shuffling sounds stopped, I felt his hands on my hips as he slid inside me - fucking me hard into the bed. The sound of skin slapping together with each thrust and my moans filled the room as he held my hips at the angle he wanted. And me, having little choice but to stay balanced in the place he had tied me. Then he suddenly pulled out leaving me feeling empty.
 
"Do you know what this is?" he asked as I felt something brush against my ass.

"A paddle?" I guessed.
 
He confirmed my answer with a firm smack to my ass. As he caressed the spot he just struck, he asked if I liked it.
 
My response was met with another smack and more stroking.
 
As the stinging sensation began fading, he withdrew contact from me. I braced myself for another stroke of that paddle, but instead was given his cock again as he began slowly fucking me.
 
After he repeated the cycle of fucking, swats, caresses and fucking again, he withdrew and stroked my stinging ass.
 
"What do you want me to do?"
 
I could barely think, let alone answer. He gave me another stroke with the paddle, then asked if I wanted another one.

"Yes". 

Another two I was given. Then I felt him kissing the spots where his paddle had struck my skin. As his lips tended to my skin, I felt his fingers slide to my clit. I hadn't realized until then how wet I had become.  He withdrew from me again, then struck me two more times, in quick succession.
 
"What do you want now?"
 
"Fuck me."
 
Instead of taking his place behind me as before, I felt his hands in my hair as he gathered it together and tied it back with a stray end of rope he had used to tie me to the bed.  He pulled it taut so that my head was pulled back as though he was pulling my hair.  Then he climbed in front of me and fed me his cock. As I sucked and licked, he began thrusting in and out of my mouth slowly sliding it deeper and deeper each time.  And with each deeper thrust, his pace began to quicken until he was fucking my mouth in earnest. I could feel his body stiffen as he got close to cumming - then he stopped as his orgasm overtook him - my lips wrapped around his cock, drinking all he had to give me - sucking and licking him clean.
 
After I was released and we were curled up together on the bed - his hand rested on my ass still hot from his paddle - he checked in with me to make sure everything we had just done was okay. All was good.
 
"Did you like my paddle?"
"I did."
I knew you did!"
"Why do you say that?"
"You would get wetter each time I gave you a swat. Why did you like it so much?"
"I don't know. I just did."
"Oh, I know why you liked it," and I looked up at him waiting to hear how he finished this statement, "Because you're kinky - that's why."

Can't argue with that!

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Day 117 - Beer

No picture of it.....that is my excuse....beer.....with someone who lurks and occasionally comments on this blog.

Because of all of my running around and such, I forgot my camera....as I had a really great idea for a picture to commemorate the meeting....oh, well....another time.

Just envision here a picture of a C-Note IPA from Lompac Brewing.  It was good - both of the ones I consumed. :)

The Continued Fat-Health Debate

It was about 7 years ago. I had been playing coed softball when I hurt myself. And as I stood on the scale at the doctor's office, I saw my reality as the nurse slide the big weight to 150, then the pound weight all the way to the end only to shift the 150 to 200.  At that moment, my fucked up foot that I was getting an x-ray of didn't hurt quite as bad as seeing the 210 on the scale.

FUCK!

Yes, it was only a year after Indigo was born, but it didn't matter. Suddenly all of those pictures of myself I had seen took on a whole different look. I was not happy.

I'm all about health. Before I continue, I don't want anyone to feel this is an anti-fat rant. I find women beautiful regardless of their weight and size. Some of the most gorgeous women I've seen have not been size 6s but size 16s that are curvy and beautiful.

But for me - with my genetics - fat equals major health risks. Let's go through my paternal history shall we:
  • Grandma: diabetic, heart disease, breast cancer.
  • Grandpa: lung disease, stroke, high cholesterol with clogged arteries.
  • Uncle #1: 3 heart attacks, diabetic, esophageal cancer
  • Uncle #2: prostate cancer, number of mental illnesses including agoraphobia and depression and anxiety
  • Dad: heart attack, anxiety & depression, high cholesterol, prostate cancer.
The number one killer of women in the US is not, contrary to popular belief, breast cancer - but - heart disease. My family is full of heart disease. Fat is a huge factor in their health - that and lack of exercise.  Seven years ago, I was on the path.

So, I got off of it.

Lost 70 lbs by diet alone.

Gained 35 of it back due to work stress.

Then lost it again a year ago thanks to diet AND exercise.

Why do I run?? Any guesses? Yep - to fend of the #1 killer in my family - heart disease.  Because I have discovered that to eat and drink, I MUST run.

Food is something i struggle with like everyone does. I hate BMI as does a lot of researchers these days. Hell, Veronica over on her blog wrote about it this past weekend and how its applied to kids. I hate "ideal weight charts". They are bullshit. I want a true indicator of health other than that fucking scale.

But, for me, the scale is all I have. Everyone in my family with heart issues has been overweight.

What made me write this? An article I read this weekend in the latest edition of Women's Health where they try to tackle both sides of the overweight issue and what are indicators of health if weight is not. It was quite the interesting article really. For example, they talk about how, on hand, weight means nothing. What is a healthy weight on one woman can be unhealthy on the other. It's not that simple. Yet, they make the argument that the problem with disregarding weight is that people gain it different in different places. A women who gains it in her hips, for example, may be heathier than a woman of the same height and weight who gains it in her abdomen. Why? Fat around vital organs is bad. Fat elsewhere is interesting, but not as large of a deal.

So, what did they recommend as indicators of health when many doctors are tossing BMI out the window as well?
  • Resting heart rate. If it is between 70-100 bpm, you are healthy.
  • Blood pressure. Between 90/60 to 120/80 is good.
  • Cholesterol. LDL below 100, HDL above 50, VDL under 40, triglycerides below 150
  • Fasting Blood sugar. Healthy is between 70-100.
  • Waist-to-Hip Ratio. This one was new to me. Measure the narrowest part of your waist and the widest part of your hip. Divide the waist number by the hip number. Between 0.6 and 0.8 is considered healthy.
I should mention that I'm good for half of these. My blood pressure literally has not changed since 1984 (110/60).  My resting heart rate is 80 (I know thanks to my heart rate monitor and my running watch.) My cholesterol always is borderline, but the fact we eat mostly vegetarian helps. And blood sugar....well, blood sugar when tested is fine, but I will have sudden drops in it if I don't eat well or infrequently. And those sudden shaky drops are NOT fun. As for that ratio thing, I have no idea.

What I also liked about the article was that it was not "fat bashing". Like many of these discussions we have all seen in blog-land, these issues take multiple sides. But finding out through researchers and doctors being interviewed that it was NOT a black and white issue was reassuring. It made me feel better in some ways, but in others, it reinforced the idea that, for me, this article doesn't matter. 

Overweight will spell early death thanks to my DNA.

So, excuse me as I go for another run.....


Monday, April 26, 2010

Day 116 - Granola


Today was a girl scout meeting day. We decided to make no-bake granola bars with the girls. These bars are actually made by a nutritionist for the running group I belong too. To quote her, they have the right balance of carbs, sugars, fat and protein for a post-exercise snack. Since no one is allergic to peanuts, we made them.

These girls are drama queens - my own daughter included. Always - ALWAYS - we are dealing with behavior issues. So, today, as I spit them into two groups, I decided to make the girl who can cause issues if not engaged one group leader - and the quiet, smart girl the other group leader. She was with several "know-it-alls".  Hanging out with teachers has rubbed off in terms of how to address things like this. All was going well, but .... and there always has to be a 'but'.....one girls decided to be queen of the drama queens today. EVERYTHING was a complaint. EVERYTHING. The girls were excited with the activity - they were working together - they were making something with very little adult intervention which is cool with you're 7. But underneath it all was this whining....whining that threatens to pull people off task and destroy the good work they were doing.

After we got done - and got cleaned up - we were going to go outside to check on the progress of the peas we planted a couple weeks ago. And in the midst of everyone getting ready, the incident that broke Emmy's back occurred, and I was DONE. Queen Drama Queen got bumped. When the person who did it explained it was an accident, she wanted to hear nothing of it. And this went on for about 20 seconds too long.  I hate role playing, but decided that this was going to end. This unnecessary drama - the inability to "let go and move on". So, we demonstrated how both the victim and the other person interact. Didn't matter. It was still escalating. Girls were on both sides. The kids who caused the issue were kinda dumbfounded as they, for once, actually handled things correctly. And they were still being punished. 

Needless to say, we did not go outside for a few more minutes. I explained that they were not acting like girl scouts. The lack of respect for each other needed to end. There was too much fighting, not enough cooperation, not enough listening. In the end, things got better. I had seven girls sitting around with their heads hanging because they knew I was right - and most of them were guilty of it. (I have two girls who are great and who were celebrating the fact I had raised this finally.) The rest of the meeting ended without incident. Queen Drama Queen finally started coming off her throne, and the parents showed up making me thankful we were done.

I fucking abhor girl drama! And these girls remind me too much of the middle school girls I coached - the exception was that these are 7 years olds. I hate seeing 12-15 year old behavior this early. And, like DJ's leader, I will do my best to make sure that my girl scouts are the exception to this kind of drama as they get older, not the instigators of it.

I will have to say I did get a great compliment today - from Garbanzo. He was amazed at how I handled it. And we agreed, if this needs to be a recurring lecture at each meeting, so be it. I can only hope that it helps the teachers too. I mean, I know the issues these same girls are causing in the classroom.

Oh, and as a bonus, here is the granola bar recipe. Freeze them for best results, in my opinion. They are habit forming, so beware. And a little does go a long way.
3 1/2 cups whole oats
3/4 cup peanut butter
1/2 cup honey
1/4 cup milk
*1/2 cup cranberries
*1/2 cup raisins
*1/2 cup semi sweet chocolate chips
cinnamon, nutmeg or other spices as you wish
optional vanilla extract

extra additions if you want to substitute for the * items above: flaked coconut, dried cherries, dates, ground flaxseed, wheat germ, orange zest

Blend all the ingredients together with a hand mixer. If mixture appears dry or crumbly, add more liquid (milk, honey); if it appears runny, add more oats. Smooth into a 13x9 pan and refrigerate at least 30 minutes. Cut into bite size or bar size pieces.


Conversations in Between

"Are you always this submissive?" he asked after he untied me, and we laid their catching our breath.
"Kind of - generally speaking - but not always."
"Oh" was his simple reply.
"But you bring it out more than others have."
"I like that."
"Clearly, so do I," I laughed.



Sunday, April 25, 2010

Day 115 - Neighbors


They are great neighbors too.

First Dates

Comments before the date:
Saturday night, we are going to meet a couple we've been talking with online. Okay, when I use the word "we", I really should say that Garbanzo and the female half have been talking online. I have chatted a few times with her. And neither of us have chatted at all with him.

This could be interesting? Why?

In short, I have a few things that have made me give the situation a "yellow card" if you will.
Let's review them, shall we?
  • This started out as a hot wife type situation. The woman plays, her husband gets off on the stories. The idea was that maybe Garbanzo could have a playmate or we could play as a threesome. But....
  • Her husband is interested now. Alone this would not necessitate its own bullet point, but....and you knew there would be a "but" right? But, he is brand spanking new to this - never done it before. I guess my pics grabbed his attention.
  • Her stories of her own experiences are VERY mixed. Look, she's a woman playing solo. Yet, her stories are such a mixed bag of good and bad that I wonder about her judgment in situations like these. It's like she missed the memo that women are generally in control of these sorts of things more so than the men. That concerns me a bit.
  • She is hard selling her husband to me. The guy is shy according to her. I get shy. I can come across that way during an initial meeting especially if I'm with people who are very gregarious. I don't compete with those in situations like that, so I listen and interject occasionally. I like watching the interactions. Anyway, not one chat from him. Not one email. We're hearing nothing. But, I am being told what a great cock he has, how great he is in bed, and how "he lasts a long time".
Yep, this could be interesting.

After the date:
It wasn't a bad meeting. But, it wasn't great either. No real chemistry - nice people though.

As I told Garbanzo after, maybe letting them choose the place caused some of our issues. They chose a very nice restaurant - one where open conversation about things was going to be difficult. We recommended eating in the bar where we could have some honest dialog while still having a great meal, but they declined. 

I felt the conversation kept going in circles. It was the same conversation in various forms over and over and over again. The husband was nice. Quiet, but not shy. A person that is truly shy is someone who is reluctant to engage - timid and/or nervous. He wasn't any of those things. He was just someone who listened more than he talked. When asked questions directly, he would answer them without hesitation - thoughtfully. No problems there really.

But, as little as he said, she said enough for both of them. I'm all about chatty, that isn't the problem. This was just too much of the same thing over and over and over again. Whenever we tried to break them out of the cycle, they kept slipping back into it. It wasn't enough of an issue where we felt the need to flee. We just found they were nice - and not nice enough to invite into our bed. 

Sunday, they played another newbie game: hinting at wanting feedback without given any feedback. If things had gone great, we would have sent them something last night. But, we needed to sleep on it.  I was in the space of "let's give them another chance and take this meeting into another place where we can have an open conversation". But, Garbanzo wasn't sure. This morning, he decided she reminded him too much of a parent he used to work with at his old school. Nice enough, but not someone he was going to lust after. More someone he would invite to help him in the classroom making copies. 

We want to give them feedback directly. No Dear John type emails. I think they'll take it less personally. I can totally see why experienced swingers stay away from newbies. Too much work!

I do wish them only the best. I hope they find a couple they have great chemistry with so that their first swinging experience as a couple is an extremely positive one.  I mean, your first experience should be a good one. It should be memorable in the good way.

Whether they get that or not, doesn't matter. 'Cause we are not the ones.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Day 114 - Hammie


According to DJ, the artist of this cartoon, this is Hammie. An eraser pet that has swept the 4th and 5th grade with its popularity. She was asked by her friend to draw a picture of what Hammie would look like as a rocker. Clearly, she did.

DJ is the one whose doodles you find everywhere - in unexpected places. I have quite the collection going. Just one of her many talents. She does larger drawings too. Maybe one day, I'll have to find her Project Chicken-Way: Fashions for Chickens series and post some pics from it. It's pretty funny.

Science Saturday (my apologies to NPR)

There have been some amazing photographs crop up this week - science related ones that are stunning.  In case you missed them, I thought I would share the links.

First up: THE SUN!
Holy crap are the pictures amazing.

click here to see the set.

I can't recall right now how many terabytes worth of video this new observatory is capturing, but they are some of the most amazing photos to date. Imagine seeing the sun in HD. Yeah, it's that cool!

Next: Volcano pictures - specifically Iceland's volcano Eyjafjallajokull (bonus points for anyone who can say it without looking it up first).

This article shows some amazing photos of what has been occurring - both the science as well as the modern day travel catastrophe. The pictures are stunning and shocking as well.

And because the above lightening picture amazed me. Check out National Geographic site for some more.

And some more.

You see, this is actually a different kind of lightning recently well documented in Alaska. They suggest that it is more of a long spark than lightning - a spark caused by static in the silt contained in the cloud of the volcanic ash. The photos are gorgeous.

Lastly - check out the video of an octopus versus a sea lion.


Friday, April 23, 2010

Day 113 - Lost!


Lost: 1 cuff belonging to the above corner of the under bed restraints.
Last seen Friday night about 8pm in Emmy's bed.
Lost after playmate decided they were "too wimpy" & pulled out his own cuffs
Cuffs that "would not allow escape".
While I applauded his creative attaching technique,
Another "not to escape" one,
It has resulted in the lose of the original, "wimpy" cuff.

If seen, please let me know immediately,
As I need to make sure an adult finds it
Before the kids inevitably do.
~Emmy



Dressed for Success

I have already started to think.  Think about what I'm going to wear tomorrow.

Each time we are together, he unwraps me like a present. In fact, one time as I started to shed my clothes, he stopped me. He said he would shed his clothes, but for me - I was going to be undressed by him so that he could savor the experience - see what's underneath. Strip me naked by peeling off layer after layer.

I'm a person that is pretty utilitarian. I don't go crazy. I have matching sets - when I remember to match them.  I can dress up, but most of the time stay casual. It's my comfort.  It's who I am.

But for him, I have the urge to dress for him. Dress in layers. Maybe things that he truly has to unwrap. Maybe surprises, like one day, when he discovered I was sans panties under my skirt. He discovered that when I was sitting next to him in the car, on the way back to the hotel. His hand slid up my leg and he kept going when he suspected. It made us get to the hotel that day very quickly. And once we got there, he unwrapped my skirt - the skirt I had worn to work - to validate I was bare underneath. It cranked up the excitement .... for both of us.

I find great interest in how his preference has affected me. I am not one to dress for others but for myself. I dress in what makes ME feel good. But, my mind keeps going through my wardrobe - trying to decide what I want to wear. What would have the best effect.

I keep thinking about leaving early tomorrow. Beating him to my house so I can dress in something surprising for him. One day, we met at the house as I had been working from home. I was in a pair of running shorts - very tight, short running shorts and a zipped up hoodie. And that's it. He loved unzipping me to discover me bare.

So I will have to figure out .... figure out how to be "business professional" on a casual Friday and still make this great experience for him....for both of us. Because tomorrow, we are going to have hours - 6 glorious hours - to have fun.

And I want to start it off with a bang.



Thursday, April 22, 2010

Day 111-112: Farming in the City


My garden is growing. The broccoli seeds were planted a week ago. And all are coming up. So are the beets, the lettuce, and another veggie too - it escapes me at the moment. More will get planted soon. I have to get more compost for one of the new raised beds.


The chickens got their wings clipped last night. They were NOT happy. It was as if they knew we were restricting them. I give them a week before they figure out how to get airborne enough to get out. Yeah, I'm an optimist. This is DJ getting the eggs. They have decided not to lay in the coop, but created a nest outside of the coop behind the coop. She has to reach through the fence to get them.

As much as I bitch about the chickens, there is something nice about getting fresh eggs. We are starting to get overrun again. 2 eggs a day in a family where we don't eat eggs on a daily basis adds up fast.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

HNT - Earth Day Edition



Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life.
~Rachel Carson


A Journey thru Emmy's Mind (or why this blog is called what it is)

My dad being here has really fucked up some things for me. First off, blog reading. I am so far behind, I don't know where to begin. Please forgive me for not being able to make the rounds. Things will return to normal this weekend.

Last night I got to hear the worst sound ever - middle school students trying to play as a band. Oh it is a learning experience - I know. But almost every song had to be restarted about 5 times because they were all playing to different beats. It was horrible. There were some individuals that did well....but it's a sound you won't soon forget.

Garbanzo did ask if I could bring a flask with me to the performance. He had had one of those crazy days that was crazy 30 minutes into the day and ended with him having 8 boys in his class after school - without knowing they would be there. He wanted a drink.

Looks like they are going to try to put together a 5th grade soccer team at the school next fall. I hope they can do it. This group of girls have been playing together since kindergarten now. And they play so well together it is fun to watch them as they get older. Indigo's grade is playing both fall and spring soccer.  I hope it continues as Indigo loves it.

This picture:

reminded me of a text message I found the other day on my phone from a friend. It basically said exactly what this image says the person needs. I will say one thing. Seeing it makes me smile. I don't think we tell our friends how much they mean to us at times - or how much we need them. Do it. See what reaction you get from them. I swear to you - it will touch them in a way you may not be able to imagine.

I have been wanting to put this sign:

On my cube at work this week. Holy shit have I been busy. You see, I work with people who are data hogs. They can't have enough of it. But they can't use it to tell a story either. They can't analyze the data. They can't roll it up. They can't make it meaningful. And I, I opened my mouth and said "give it to me, I can help." I got buried in so much yesterday all I could do is look at it and shake my head. Holy fuck. It is paralyzing. And these guys get paralyzed by it constantly. Tomorrow I will be trying to unearth myself from the data. I am missing one thing in my cube.....a white board. Might have to see if I can find one because I REALLY need one when doing this stuff.

Oh and while I continue my randomness, I looked up my official race time for the run on Sunday. I got 68th out of 164 in my age division. That means out of the women between 35-39, I got 68th. Wow. I got 465th out of 1053 of all women too. Damn. I should have still done better though. Yes, I am one of those people who kicks my own ass in these things. Have I mentioned I have a 9 mile run on Saturday? Yeah....that will be interesting because I got lazy running the 2 mile uphill at this race. This means I pulled a muscle in my calf. It is painful. I can't wear a shoe with a heel on it because of the pain. Hoping it goes away because even if it doesn't, I'll be running. I have 9 miles this Saturday and .... and 10 next week. I need to get my ass in gear.

I've been in the mood to watch baseball movies lately. Bull Durahm, Major League, Eight Men Out, The Natural.......The first two are great movies in terms of quotes. I mean with lines like "Well, he fucks like he pitches - sorta all over the place." and "Nice catch, Hayes. Don't ever fuckin' do it again." I guess it's baseball season.

And I leave you with something only a math geek like myself can appreciate:




Little known Emmy fact: I have tutored more adults in Algebra than I can count. Every one of them went back to school as adults and for some reason could get grasp the beauty that is Algebra. At one point, I had math equations all over my whiteboard because of my lunchtime tutoring sessions.

Happy Hump Day!


Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Day 110 - Parrot


This was taken when it was dark out. I didn't lighten it at all. Just used the manual features on my camera to make it turn out this way. I love knowing how to use my camera.

HIV: Then and Now - My Recollection

I was chatting with someone the other day about a documentary I had seen about swinging in the 70s - specifically a swinger's club in New York City. (American Swing is the name of the movie if interested.) What it reminded me of was the early days of the HIV/AIDS epidemic.  This is when the club in NYC along with all of the bath houses were shut down by the health department because of the fears of the epidemic.

For those of us who grew up during this period of time, we all can recall the widespread fear about the disease. In essence, it was like they woke up one day and realized there was a fatal disease that has been in our blood supply. No one knew where it came from or how far back it had started. It mattered, but really didn't matter - it was here and no one understood how it got there. Or more importantly how exactly it was transmitted. AIDS was everywhere - every news cast, every newspaper, every magazine. You think SARS or Bird Flu or Swine Flu media was bad, nothing compared to how I remember the AIDS epidemic.

Kids who contracted the disease via blood transfusions because they were hemophiliacs were being chased out of schools. And in some cases, their families were being chased out of town. Their homes were being vandalized and burned. I remember one family in particular had three little boys - all with this hereditary blood disease - getting harassed for having contracted HIV via the many blood transfusions that saved their lives. These kids could not get a bruise without worrying about bleeding to death - and now they couldn't walk down the street without worrying about their own safety. While we may all get annoyed at times with the HIPAA laws in terms of finding out how someone is doing in the hospital, let's just say that some of the people who were diagnosed would have loved those laws back then when their medical history was being released like crazy.

The fear factor all went back to the fact people truly did not understand how HIV was transmitted. If it was transmitted via blood, could it be transmitted other ways? Those of us who lived through this time period recalls all of the speculation and misinformation that circulated. There were some that theorized it could be transmitted via the air like a cold. Via passing it along like germs on a door nob or when you shook hands with people or gave them hugs. Kissing - even a peck - could pass it along. Often times people who were diagnosed with HIV/AIDS were shunned to the point where they died alone. People were too afraid.

Who got AIDS according to the media during this time? Why the gays, of course. Gay men were perceived to be the main carrier of the disease. It was all of that anal sex they were engaging in. Contracting the disease when you were not a hemophiliac brought into question sexual orientation. I mean, if you were a man who was out having unprotected sex with any woman who would have you and you contracted the disease, it must mean you were also having sex with men. That's all it could mean at this time. That or you were a drug user using dirty needles. Almost forgot that was the other assumption. Think about that in terms of which you'd rather be labeled.

With all of this misinformation out there, it was very difficult to correct it when the real information did come to light. As they started learning about how it was and was not transmitted, people were skeptical. I mean, how could they know for certain now what they didn't know at all before. Wasn't it better to be safe than sorry? Because getting HIV at this time was a death sentence.

I have to make one comment before I continue writing this as I keep catching myself doing this as I am writing. During the early days, we only knew this disease as AIDS. In retrospect, I believe this took off because by the time people were diagnosed with the disease, it had already progressed into AIDS. HIV was only starting to come into the nomenclature in the early 90s. I mention this because those of us who lived through that era can slip and use the two interchangeably even though we know they are not. It is not ignorance - it is simply a realization, to me, how ingrained AIDS was in our media and culture at the time versus how it has changed today.

As I have mentioned before, I grew up in a very rural part of Iowa during this time. A very rural and ultraconservative part of Iowa. Let's just say that some of the craziest conservatives in the state were well supported in my part of the state. So, the fear of AIDS was prevalent. I remember hearing the adults around me discussing what they would do if they found out one of those AIDS patients was in town. They agreed with the media that reported the towns running people with HIV out of town. And the kids mocked the parents in terms of spreading the misinformation.

That changed when I was in high school - freshmen or sophomore year, I believe. The school had hired a new PE teacher who was tasked with making PE into a Health and PE curriculum. She was from out of the state - east coast if memory serves - and she took the job she was given quite seriously. Especially when she saw how much sex was being had and binge drinking was going on that usually led to a lot of teenage sex being had. Unit #1 was STDs and Safe Sex.

I have to applaud her. She structured this unit in such a way that no one even flinched at her giving it. She stopped short of giving out condoms which would have likely gotten her fired in a second, but she taught facts. It was probably the best information I ever received about HIV and other STDs even when I was in college being talked to by hired sex educators. In fact, I was able to educate people on it better than they were in some cases.  At the end of the unit, we all knew the difference between HIV and AIDS. We knew as much as was available at this time. Keep in mind, we were only approaching the late 80s. There was still a lot to be learned about the disease. But the things we did all learn. Hugging didn't transmit it. Anyone could contract it through unprotected sex. And condoms were for more than just a form of contraception. 

I attended a small liberal arts college in a different part of Iowa that I think had standing safe sex lectures including HIV education every few months. But it was the gentleman who came and spoke on World AIDS Day my junior year that made the largest impact in terms of how this fear and misinformation hurt those with HIV. I remember this man in his mid to late 50s standing on this huge stage with a microphone telling how he and his brothers were hemophiliacs. He described being a child with the disease, and the blood transfusions that saved his life. He painted the picture of a family that struggled between being controlled by this disease and controlling it. He talked about the day he met this beautiful woman who would become his wife and the mother of their children.  He told us about getting sick - his brothers also getting sick in the early 80s. The diagnosis of the disease in both him and his wife.  And holding his wife as she died. He talked about the guilt he felt knowing he unknowingly gave her the disease that would kill her. How he watched his brothers die, their wives, and some of their kids from this disease. Yet, he was still standing.  By this point, there was not a dry eye in the place - including his own. He was a man standing in front of all of these college kids and professors and faculty telling this gut wrenching story - straight from his heart.  He really didn't lecture anyone. He said he has educated his kids as best he could. He felt blessed they were all okay - testing negative for the disease. But he let the story deliver the message - a message of pain, hope, compassion and sorrow. For many of us in the audience, this was our first brush with someone with the disease.

Today, we have several friends that are living with HIV. One friend just celebrated his 10 year anniversary of finding out. When you talk to him about it, he will be the first to tell you that the invincibility of youth is what got him the disease. He truly believed it could never happen to him, so he took risks - and lost. He also had the misguided notion that as a gay man topping that he could not get the disease. Gotta love the misinformation that is still out there. Thanks to the new drugs, he does not fit the image of an AIDS patient circa 1985. He along with several other of our friends played rugby with Garbanzo for years. I once asked Garbanzo if he ever worries about it. His response was that he started playing the "what if" game with himself, but stopped when he realized anyone on that field could be HIV positive. He just knows that there are certain guys on his side to avoid if there is blood. And those guys were very cautious about it - and made it well known to not help them out without gloves and such if there was blood involved.

It amazes me how far we have come in terms of this disease - not only in our understanding of it, but our reactions to it. I think my only fear going forward is the lack of information that is out there to teenagers. Since it is a livable disease now, I fear they are taking risks as the last data shows a jump in HIV diagnosis. While the prognosis is not the death sentence it once was, I think education should point out that the HIV drugs that are working wonders for those who are diagnosed are not fun. They are not easy to get used to taking. They have fun and exciting side effects that people with the disease have to live with if they want to live. HIV has become a manageable disease, but it is still not easy. And there are no guarantees with these drugs as they don't work the same with everyone. Again, things I've learned from our friends living with the disease.

Going back to the video and the NYC sex club that was closed during the start of this widespread panic. The swingers they interviewed involved in the club all spoke openly about the STDs being transmitted in that place. There was no concept of safe sex on any level. So condom use was pretty much nil. Outside of the dance floor, all areas were play areas. And no one had a concern about cleaning up after sex. It was a free for all. One woman talked about how you could feel the lice crawling on your body in some of the rooms because who knows when the last time the mattresses were cleaned. It was just a giant petri-dish of possible disease. And when asked, the people being interviewed never thought at the time of getting tested for STDs or even how to reduce their risks of contracting these diseases. It was all about birth control. While the overreaction of the Health Department closing the club in the early 80s seemed extreme, it was probably for the best given who knows what was spread in that place. Anecdotally, a lot.

Today, you can't visit a swinger profile without seeing someone make note that all people playing "must be drug and disease free". TL's comment after his statement on his profile always makes me smile because it's so true: "It just messes with everyone's fun".  If someone has something, many times they are right out there and open with what they have. When the new on-premise swinger club was being designed, I remember their email list being full of discussions about materials best suited for keeping everyone clean and sanitary. Rules being created around things like squirting and off limits play areas. Condoms are a must - and EVERYWHERE. There is usually never a shortage at these clubs...or at house parties....or even during playdates. What a difference 30 years and an AIDS epidemic makes in terms of swingers and how we play and what we are concerned about.

Now if only we can dispel the broader images of 70s swinging from the minds of people who think of today's swingers as they were back then. I mean, swingers who aren't naive will flee a party if they see bowls of M&Ms next to the condoms......just the thought makes me shutter.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Day 109 - Lines and Curves


My dad wondered if I hurt myself when he found me laying on my back under the arbor taking a picture. The wisteria is in bloom, but it's the lines of the arbor and the curves of the vines that always intrigues me. This wisteria is 10 years old now. We built the arbor right around DJ's first birthday. I remember back then wondering if it would ever cover the whole arbor. Now it is my quest to keep it from climbing my house, the neighbor's house, the trees and the power lines. It is healthy, happy and grabbing onto everything it can attach itself too. And in the summer, we will sit beneath it with our friends and eat dinner - talk - and drink - and just enjoy the summer and outdoors. And the lines and curves will be camouflaged by the leaves.

Monday Meanderings

This week is going to be interesting. My dad is staying with us. All week. He has an opportunity to do a temp job for the week - for some extra money - so he is staying with us while he does it. I do hope it works out. It is working for a friend of ours who tells great stories about how annoyed she gets with workers. Much of it is based on the fact they do not have a good work ethic, but my dad is an opinionated one (I learned from the best), so it should be intersting to see if he also brought his patience and tact with him.


But the good news is the fact that one of the girls has a school performance tomorrow night. So, for the first time, he will get to see one of his grandkids in something school related. I hope it is the 2x4 he needs to get more involved in things. I mean, at the end of the day, they are NOT that far away from us. And he was a man would would drive 5hrs each way to see me play softball in college during the middle of the week.

Needless to say, this could present some challenges. Like taking HNT pictures. Like chatting online with prospecitve playmates. Like computer time in general. All I do have to say is that I hope he is out of here Friday like he said he would be. I have a possible playdate myself. And I really don't want to have to make up some story about why I'm out. Plus, we were planning on using my place for the fun too. Assuming scheduling goes as we both hope.

I saw an article this morning on the local newschannel's site entitled "High School Padding: 'It works', says Teachers." The article is about how parents have demanded that a Texas school (of course) reinstitutes paddling as punishment. First off, I love my Texas friends - but if there is going to be a resurgence in "the old way", it always seems to start in Texas: The Greatest State in the Union. Land of no open container laws (but it doesn't mean you can drink and drive!). Land of "Don't mess with Texas!" Anyway, all I kept thinking as I read this article is how I wonder how many kinks this will unlock for these teenagers. It has all of the makings of a bad erotica story about paddling and the student that keeps getting in trouble purposefully so s/he can get punished. Seriously though, the first time an 18 year old is supposed to get this consequence, it should be interesting to see what happens. I mean, it doesn't matter what their parents' signed in terms of waivers - at 18 even under your parents roof, you don't forfeit all rights.

Does any else's state broadcast the top speed of speeders caught by police? Over the past couple years, I have noticed more and more there being articles about this car getting clocked at 140 mph in a 50. Or this motorcycle getting clocked at 157 in a 50. And each time they also are quick to point out what the person was driving. I always wonder if this is a good idea publicizing this information. I mean, last year after a car was clocked at a high speed, there were others almost trying to copy it. Get their name in lights, if you will, for a $450 ticket. Even in the comments to the article, people were discussing the bike - was it possible to go that fast and if so, what would you have to do to the bike, etc. I can only hope someone at the news site will look at the comments and ask if this was a good article to post as it did the opposite of deter people.

I finished my week last week having logged 15 miles of running. I really need to increase that number. I have had this realization that I am about 10 weeks away from the half marathon. And with the way time seems to be going lately, that means it will be here next week. Oh, and I should mention based on a couple comments I got yesterday that my shoes are relatively new. They don't have nearly the miles on them that previous pairs have had.
Plus, runners should check out the book Born to Run to really make them question the shoe industry as a whole. (Let's just say this whole idea of changing your shoes comes from their marketing and less from research.) I do change my shoes often, but I look at many factors in making that decision. Number of miles on them in simply one of them. Also, another interesting fact from that book - the older women get the better runners they become. Our ability to continue running as we age is great then men's ability. Check out the top 10 finishers of a race - compare men against women. I think you'll be surprised at the difference in ages. In the half marathon I did last fall, most of the top 10 finishers for women were 30+ - heavy emphasis on the +. Kind of a weird, interesting phenomenon.

And I leave you with the quote DJ read to us out of her book The Double-Daring Book for Girls:
"Life is either a great adventure or nothing." ~ Helen Keller

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Day 108 - Honeysuckle


I was hoping to to have a great picture today - a picture from the top of the bridge. But, no go.  So, I had to fall back on a flower picture. Yeah, I know - exciting.

The race went okay. It started about 10 minutes later than it was supposed to start which is pretty par for the course with these events. The event group is pretty notorious for it. Normally, that is not a big deal - except the bridge can only be closed for 40 minutes. Starting 10 minutes late means 30 minutes to run the 2 miles across the bridge. Not a problem, right? Well, The start always takes a long while to get going - to get spread out enough so that you can go your usual pace. We got across in plenty of time, and we were both really sad....they sent us across the bottom deck of the bridge. Not nearly as exciting as the top.  And it meant we got a mouth full of exhaust with each breath.

How did the run go? It was okay. I don't know what it is, but my running form is screwed up. I don't know if it is because my back and such are out or what, but my calves were killing me during the run. I felt like a slug. It was way too much work considering what it should have been. And I know it is because my legs were sore. After the run, Garbanzo commented that my form was off. I wasn't running as relaxed and upright as I normally do. I guess that will do it.

But all things considered, my pace wasn't that far off what it normally is. But I did spend the whole race chasing after my husband.

I can't complain too much. I did get my beer after the run. The food was "eh" but the beer made it worth it. And we got there in time to get some without the huge line. That was definitely a win.


Bridge to Brews


By the time you read this post, I will be on the top of this bridge - the Fremont bridge - the 405 freeway bridge that crosses the Willamette river. It is about 2.5 miles in length and has a clearance above water of 175 ft. I will be on the top deck of this bridge running a 10K. At the end of the 10K is beer. Garbanzo swears he is going to make me stop at the top so I can take his picture. Yeah, we'll see. I generally hate running across any of the bridges. And given I'm not a huge fan of heights, this could be my fastest 2.5 mile time ever.

See you at the end.