 I am an East Coast expatriate hiding out in the Midwest... I am an urban gal living in the suburbs and occasionally hiding in the country I am a yoga practitioner, fitness enthusiast, believer in the mind-body-spirit connection... I am a mid-life "revert" to the Roman Catholic faith in which I was raised and which has become an enormous source of support, encouragement, inspiration, and joy in my life... I am a mom, sister, daughter, and wife... I am an explorer; adventurous and curious about the world and people around me... I am educated in the formal sense but I gain insight through everyday living... I created this blog at a time of great fear and apprehension in my life. I chose to sustain it because of the discoveries about myself and the world around me that it has revealed. What you can expect to find here: the documentation of a love-hate relationship with the greater Philadelphia area reminiscing about the good-ole-days (the 80's!) complaints about my various ailments and injuries, both real and imagined pictures and stories of gardening, decorating, shopping, sewing my love of irony links to kooky news stories way too much scatological musing for sane people
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Sunday, July 17, 2005
More Loss in the Chicago Scene
Three well-respected Chicago indie-rock musicians were killed this weekend while they were, apparently on their way to lunch during their day-jobs. I used to go to school with one of the victims' bandmates, so this made me really sad, as I know all three guys are not just brilliant musicians/minds, but hardowrking people with familes and many, many friends around the world. Please say a little prayer for them and for our city - as big as it is, its surprising how small the circles we travel in really are once we look around us.
Posted at 11:10 pm by brandy101
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Friday, July 15, 2005
Bluto's in the White House
I heard a story from the Tribune read on WGN this morning that, to me, seems worthy of a scene in a National Lampoon movie. The key component of this tale of trickery, which is at once offensive and yet, hilarious in the most sophmoric of ways, is excerpted below and is noted in BOLD print (I added the highlighting). It recalls a political prank executed against then-Democratic Illinois State Treasurer candidate Alan Dixon by none other than Karl Christian Rove. The boys of Delta House would have been proud. Maybe if things don't work out in Washington, Karl could get a gig as a contributor to Ashton Kucher's PUNK'D!
From The Chicago Tribune
By Mark Silva, Washington Bureau. Tribune political writer Rick Pearson contributed to this report
Published July 14, 2005
WASHINGTON -- Karl Rove, a master of the political attack with added credentials as a cunning operative, suddenly finds himself playing an extraordinarily defensive game, as a federal investigation of who revealed the identity of a CIA operative reaches high into the White House.
Rove, deputy chief of staff and architect of President Bush's political career, has reached the pinnacle of American politics with a blend of brainpower, discipline and ruthless aggressiveness.
But now, with the White House declining to publicly discuss what role Rove might have played in the possibly illegal disclosure of a covert agent's identity, the president's most dedicated brigadier has retreated to the bunker. And as a Time magazine reporter who drew on Rove as a source for his story about the agent testified to a grand jury Wednesday, Bush publicly declined to elaborate on the case.
"Rove is not just any White House staffer. He is the man," said Scott Reed, a Republican consultant with close ties to the White House. "They haven't named it the `Roval Office' at this point, but that's coming down the pike. At least they should call it the `Rove Garden."'
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A specialist in direct-mail appeals for fundraising, Rove helped George W. Bush win election as Texas governor in 1994 and set out to get him elected president in 2000 with the most aggressive fundraising campaign a presidential candidate had ever waged.
After Bush suffered a humiliating defeat in the New Hampshire primary against Sen. John McCain (R-Ariz.), Rove recast Bush as "a reformer with results." Then he launched a take-no-prisoners attack on McCain.
"Everybody knows how bright Karl is," said Republican consultant Alex Castellanos. "He is one of the sharpest political minds of this generation. But I think people don't value his biggest asset, and that is he shares the same principles and focus of the president. He believes what the president believes."
But Rove hasn't always hewed to the purest principles in pursuit of his political goals.
Rove left college in Utah to work on political campaigns and moved to Illinois in 1970. Working alongside Robert Kjellander, then president of the College Republicans of Illinois and now a Republican national committeeman, Rove took quickly to the task of organizing college campuses.
Fake invitations
He also used an assumed name to gain access to the campaign headquarters of Democrat Alan Dixon, who was running for state treasurer. Once inside, Rove grabbed campaign stationery and later used it to print fake invitations to the grand opening of the Democrat's Chicago office, which he distributed to homeless people on Lower Wacker Drive.
People showed up in droves, lured by the free liquor, food and women that Rove had promised on the invitations. Dixon won anyway, but Rove's chicanery came to symbolize what would become a win-at-all-costs ethic that eventually permeated the state's Republican culture...
My take on the political prank is as follows: As far as I am concerned, politicians and their cronies all have some element of sleaze-factor running through their veins so they can handle themselves no matter how bizarre the antics. The only real "victims" in this prank were, of course, the hopeful homeless people who were turned away from their fantasy buffet 'n booze party.
Posted at 11:06 am by brandy101
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Monday, July 11, 2005
One activity that has kept my Dad in great spirits during his long recovery period is birding (birdwatching.) My folks have a fairly sizeable and nicely wooded backyard (i.e. lots of trees - oak, maple, evergeens, etc.) so they get a wonderful array of birds on their feeders. One species has eluded him for many years, despite his best effrts to entice it with oranges, grape jelly, and colorlful fruit feeders.
Yesterday evening, I got a phone call: my Dad, nearly out of breath, thrilled to proclaim that he's finally sighted a Baltimore Oriole in the yard. I was so excited for him, knowing how much he wanted to spy one of these gorgeous, and supposedly plentiful in his geography, birds.

I think it was sent from heaven to give him a little boost after a few days of malaise over some minor physical complaints.
Posted at 10:55 am by brandy101
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Saturday, July 09, 2005
Leave it to the resourceful Brits to find simple and healthy ways to overcome adversity (see article below.) I had to imagine that were an American city plagued with such transportaion crisis, too many folks would either call in sick, work from home (a pretty good idea for office worker types), or complain alot and/or sit in traffic in their idling gas-guzzlers. Way to go, Londoners!
Jul 8, 11:27 AM (ET)
LONDON (Reuters) - London's streets creaked and rattled with nervous new cyclists Friday after bicycle sales rocketed in the wake of bomb blasts on three underground trains and a double-decker bus.
Seasoned cyclists told of weary walkers offering them up to 300 pounds ($500) for their bikes as they headed home on Thursday, and of giving impromptu lessons to shaky beginners.
Tim Davies who manages Cycle Surgery near Holborn, said: "the shop is so close to where the bus got hit that we thought we'd be evacuated.
"But by 11 o'clock we were running around like crazy. We'd normally sell five to 10 bikes a day, but we sold at least double that in a few hours.
"We had people who hadn't ridden for over 10 years asking for refresher lessons -- we even had a judge."
Others, who had walked home, dug long-forgotten bikes from sheds and garages for Friday morning's commute. Fernando Gandioli said he noticed "a lot of rusty bikes and squeaky chains" as he cycled in to work at accountancy firm KPMG.
Shop assistant Maja, who works at Evans Cycles near Clerkenwell, said they had sold triple the usual number of bicycles Thursday, mainly folding bikes or cheaper models.
"It was mainly workers and executives," she said. "People who didn't want to waste money on a hotel and said: 'sod it, I'll buy a bike.'"
Posted at 05:56 pm by brandy101
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Wednesday, July 06, 2005
And here I was worrying about the guy...
I call home each day to check on Dad's health status. Yesterday, my mother, seemingly exasperated, muttered, "Oh, this should tell you how he's feeling. Whenever someone comes to visit, hhe has to demonstrate his "parlor trick.""
After a pause, she explained that whether friends or family drop by, Dad corrals them into the bathroom to show them his "trick": he unzips his pants, pulls out the catheter bag and exclaims, "Check out how I pee!" while posing like a greek fountain with the bag streaming neatly into the toilet.
I reassured my mortified mother noting, "Well, he's adding levity to the situation. They do say that people with a sense of humor heal more quickly."
But what about people with a great LACK of sense of modesty and good manners?!
Now I know where I get it from. Ah dad - what a character he is!
Posted at 02:00 pm by brandy101
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Wednesday, June 29, 2005
So far so good for my pop. According to my mom, the surgery went well and he's only having some minor post-op issues, one of them being blood sugar issues. He had this before surgery and he controlled it with diet but for some reason they had to give him an insulin shot yesterday (I didn't get the whole scoop on that yet...)
Thanks so much to everyone who offered caring thoughts and prayers - they really DO work!
I had a little scare over the weekend but turns out to be nothing much (according to the gyne) so I am just taking it easy - no exercise, swimming, standing for long periods of time, or *gasp* SEX for a few weeks per Doc's orders, just to be safe. Hahahaha, my hubby is THRILLED about that last proclamation! (NOT!)
So since I'm not exercising I am really being conscious about my dietary intake. I bought lots of fruit, whole-grain bread, skim milk, and other semi-low-cal snacks/foods. That is to say, no Spunky Dunkers for me until I have a means of working off all that sugar and fat!
What else is new? Hmm, I have developed a fondness for Bigelow English Breakfast tea in place of my former near-rabid coffee consumption. For some reason, coffee - even just brewing it - makes me queasy.
As far as my bird-watching, while I do faithfully fill the birdbath and some of the feeders, its been way too hot and unpleasant to spend much time outside. Luckily while taking out some recylcing this morning I was treated to a male American Goldfinch landing a few feet away on my driveway.
Thursday evening kicks off our community's annual "Frontier Days" festival. I usually enjoy walking around the carnival grounds and maybe even take in a ride or two but this year, that ain't gonna happen. Hubby is going to take the kid over there for some of the kiddie rides this weekend and he promises to bring me back a funnel cake. Wait, didn't I just say I was trying to curb the calories? ;)
Posted at 10:15 am by brandy101
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Saturday, June 25, 2005
The Power of Positive Thinking
May I request that anyone who reads this entry says a prayer/sends a good thought/ shares some good karma for the sake of my dad who is having a very invasive operation on Monday. Thanks.
Posted at 08:33 am by brandy101
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Friday, June 24, 2005
Nothing much hapening here...just trying to stay out of the sun.
Oh, and I have a due date: Jan. 25th.
Had an ultrasound (long story why I had one so early) and everything looks great; lil' beating heart, big ole' brain lobes, legs, arms etc.
The house construction project is driving me crazy; the plumbing/excavation job (sewer-water hook-up) costs keep going up by the hour it seems. Hint to all the single gold-diggerish ladies out there: don't go for Doctors or Lawyers, marry a PLUMBER!
Posted at 02:48 pm by brandy101
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Wednesday, June 15, 2005
In my first pregnancy I was a lacto-ovo-and sometimes poultry "vegetarian" (i.e. - no mammal meat) UNTIL those hormones hit me and then I could not get my hands on steaks and ribs and chops fast enough! I craved beef all the time.
The past few years I have been a "sensible" low-carb person; moderate amounts of meat, high-fiber, whole grain products, lots of veggies and the occasional sugar-free dark chocolate bar with peanut butter as a favorite treat.
Now I can't get enough fruit, bread or crackers. Meat - just SHOPPING for it - turns my stomach. I almost passed out this morning at the grocery store in front of a case of NY strip steaks. I've been feeling cruddy the past few days and had to blow off workouts. Thankfully I got a second wind this afternoon after a catnap and did a 2-mile walk.
I can't quite place my fruit fetish of late. It was mostly pineapple in the beginning but now I indulge in watermelon, grapes, and dried fruits (golden raisins, dried cherries) too.
I go along with the train of thought that your body asks for what it needs. I refuse to believe that specific cravings indicate the sex of the baby. One woman tried to convince me that fruit cravings = baby boy. I poo-pooed her wives' tale and reached for another juicy piece of melon.
Posted at 04:20 pm by brandy101
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Friday, June 10, 2005
I just got back from a trip to the community indoor swim center. A nice indoor complex with a "family fun pool" (zero depth to 3 ft. with a flume slide, fountains and kiddie slide for the tots), a typical lap pool (3.5 ft to 5 ft) and a diving well with a drop slide. It appeared overcast today and since there was also a big outdoor event downtown sponsored by the park district, I guessed that the indoor center would likely be un-crowded. I was right! For about an hour we practically had the complex to ourselves.
Needless to say, due to my "situation" I didn't partake of the slides or diving boards (rules prohibit it for women of my condition) but nonetheless I had a wonderful time swimming and marvelling at the incredible swimming skills recently developed by my 5-year old. She managed to swim the full length of the lap pool, even though she can't even touch the bottom. Obviously, I was alongside her the whole way but she wanted to challenge herself and she proved to both of us how good she's getting with her forward crawl. She's also doing great learning to ride a bike. Perhaps I have a mini triathlete in the works?
Which reminds me...this year, as I sort of figured, there will be no triathlons in the works for me (for obvious reasons) but I'm planning to train to participate in a portion of an event next season as a member of a relay team.
If my daughter is placed in morning kindergarden, I plan to partake of 10 am aquaerobics classes, as it is a cardio workout that is recommended during pregnancy since its low/no impact. Just by swimming today, I was able to alleviate some of the pain from a pinched nerve in my back that seemed to keep me up all last night. NOW I realize why I waited 5 years to go through this again. Argh!
My other workout (when I am feeling up to it) is "Walk Away the Pounds" with Leslie Sansone. I have a few of her dvd's and they are also nice in that they are low impact and offer upper body strength and toning. Depending on my energy and soreness levels, I do either the 1-mile or 2-mile walks. It seems a bit wimpy of a workout for a gal who did 3 traithlons last year BUT I'd rather be safe than sorry. If I start feeling better in the 2nd trimester, I can bump it up to the 3-mile challenege walk. But until that time, marching in place with a stretchy band will help me maintain for now.
Posted at 03:48 pm by brandy101
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