This is where 'everything else' goes.

You Know You’ve Arrived

Filed under: Life — Tags: , , — Wigi @ 7:55 pm February 27, 2009

There are certain milestones you reach in a relationship. They pass without particular notice. In fact, they are notable for their triviality. But the fact that they occur tell you that you’ve reached a certain level of intimacy in your relationship. I had one of those the other night.

I was on the phone with someone I’ve been seeing. She asked me how I was feeling, and I started to complain about how the dry winter weather was affecting me. I told her:

My nose is all crusty. It is like I have boulders shoved up my nose.

If that doesn’t say “Love”, I don’t know what does…

The Aisle With the Pain Relievers

Filed under: Life — Tags: , , , , — Wigi @ 8:04 pm February 25, 2009

You can tell a lot about a man by what he keeps in his top right desk drawer. In my case, you can also tell a lot by what sits in front of the second computer on my desk.

So yesterday, I decided that I needed to go through the two places that I store pharmaceuticals and see what I had.

What I had was a lot of empty bottles.

When you own your own business, you can’t really afford sick days. So I have made it a point to have a pretty significant supply of over-the-counter remedies for most of the common maladies that could strike – especially those that would happen during the work day. I am all about prevention, too… I get a flu shot every year, and I am really good about washing my hands and other hygiene issues during the cold season. I think I avoid a lot of colds and other bugs that way.

Number one on the list: Advil Liquigels. I had at least three empty Costco-sized bottles. Admittedly, I don’t throw those out, so that was probably half a year’s supply represented by those empties. But still, that’s a lot of headaches that were snuffed out by the liquid ibuprofen.

I also have a large bottle of Calcium-Magnesium-Zinc supplements – great for after workouts, and the zinc is great for cold prevention. I also have Zicam and zinc lozenges. That is the 1-2-3 punch I use when I get that first hint of a cold. My partner won’t touch the Zicam, though. She doesn’t see much point of jamming something that is already so much like snot back up your nose. I am convinced that I have stopped colds dead in their tracks with the zinc attack.

I have a few other things, too… Cough and congestion things… and for those days when a cup of coffee just isn’t enough, guarana. My advisor in grad school got me started on those. Of course, she was also a regular consumer of “Happy Camper”, and when things got really tough, Paxil. I don’t have any of those.

But the real eye-opener was the Advil. I wonder if it is the stress of work or my Internet activities that lead me to take so much.

We’ll never know.

Not Much in Common

Filed under: Social Media — Tags: , , , , — Wigi @ 8:01 pm

I continue to be amazed by the power of Facebook. I got a friend request from someone that I went to junior high school with.

Those junior high years are crappy years anyway… We’re all trying to figure out the whole boy-girl thing… we’re awkward and silly. We’re shy, and often cruel. In other words, things are pretty much as they are now as middle-aged adults, but we’ve got more style now.

Anyway, this young lady that I heard from today… she and I had an interesting friendship that went absolutely nowhere. I think back on it now, and I think she probably liked me in that way that thirteen year-olds do. And I think I liked her, too. There was definitely a bit of tension between us – in a good way. I remember her coming up to me one day after school, and asking me if I knew what French kissing was.

We had almost nothing in common. While we lived in a part of the country that was both northern and southern – the Washington, DC area – my family was decidedly northern, and hers southern. I remember calling her home and speaking to her parents, and hearing that exotic southern drawl that wasn’t particularly common where we lived. She was also quite the movie fanatic, as was the rest of her family. This was the mid 1970′s, before the time of the VCR. Her parents had a home theatre, with video and film equipment, and they would watch first-run movies in their home. She could quote lines from the classics, had favorite actors – none of this would be all that unusual today, but it was spectacularly strange then.

She was an attractive gal back then. She wasn’t the beauty queen of the class, but she had very classic good looks, but she also had that southern belle aire about her. When I got her friend request today, I got to see a picture of her, and she’s become a stunningly beautiful woman.

In my last year of junior high, we would do the usual teenage thing and talk on the phone for an hour or so every few days… and of course, we would see each other in school. There was that painfully awkward flirting… but I could never get to the point where I could actually find enough in common with her for it to go from that clumsy friendship to that clumsy boyfriend-girlfriend thing.

When I wandered a little bit through her Facebook pages, it turns out we have a bit more in common now than we did when we were young… she’s a writer and that’s very cool. She does some work in the media, and that’s cool, too. She’s married, has some kids, and a grandkid, too.

The thing about Facebook is that it is smashing those time-and-distance barriers that we’ve put between us. As familiar as they seem, we’re different people today than we were way back then.

Still not much in common.


Filed under: Life,Uncategorized — Tags: , , , — Wigi @ 7:01 pm February 20, 2009

I knew today would be an emotional day…

I got up early to watch the inauguration. My partner needed to be to work at 8… so I took her a little early, so I could get back in time to watch the swearing in and Obama’s speech.

I was driving back home, and I was listening to the goings-on on the radio, and Aretha Franklin sang, “My Country Tis of Thee”.

Tears started streaming down my face. I had to pull over and wait until it was over.

I am a wus when it comes to things like that… but it was probably one of the most moving things I had ever heard.

You can find the video on Youtube. Go watch it. You won’t be disappointed.

One of the Girls

Filed under: Hockey,Social Media,Sports — Tags: , , , , , — Wigi @ 8:27 pm February 6, 2009

I have been a hard core hockey fan for most of my life. I have had season tickets to two different NHL teams. I played hockey from about the age of thirteen. My love for hockey led me to work at ice rinks in high school and college, and much of my college education was paid for by driving a Zamboni.

I have coached hockey at a number of levels – mostly for adult recreational leagues – and I really like coaching. At that level, if you can develop a rapport with your team, you can make it worthwhile. If they don’t respect you as a coach, it can be frustrating.

I realized that coaching men was, for the most part, a waste of time, because all the guys thought they knew as much as I did. Turned out they didn’t, but what mattered was whether they respected me, and usually they didn’t.

When I first moved to Alaska, I found out that there was a very large women’s hockey group in Fairbanks, and some of my college friends played. They needed a coach, so I decided to volunteer.

I did this for several years, and I really enjoyed it. I had one team that was particularly fun, because while they weren’t terribly talented as individuals, they were willing to go to regular practices, and we were able to put together some disciplined play. Add to it that I was a grad student at the time and was a TA in a class where I had six NCAA hockey players as students, I was able to put together some very interesting practices.

My routine for the games was to get everyone dressed with about ten minutes before the game, and then go into the locker room and go over the game plan with them. Invariably someone would be late, so I would be talking about the upcoming game, and someone would come in and would be getting dressed while I was in there talking. I was always as respectful as I could be – if I had been asked to leave, I certainly would have… but there were some alcoves and nooks in the locker room, so a woman player could get dressed without exposing herself to me.

After the games I would follow the team into the locker room and talk for a minute or two, and then leave them to change… But some of the women would just start peeling jerseys and pads off with me standing right there. More than once I went to excuse myself as someone got a little more undressed than I thought they would be comfortable with, and I was immediately reassured that it was fine for me to stay.

I became very good friends with our goalie, and she was the glue of the team. She was a rather butch lesbian woman, but she knew me well enough to know that I got along very well in the women’s community. Our team exceeded expectations by quite a bit that season, and while we didn’t do too well in the post-season tournament, my team and I had developed quite a bond.

At the end of the season, my team decided to get me a gift, and I was touched. My friend, the goalie, got up before the entire team and handed me plaque with a team picture, and a certificate that made me an “Honorary Lesbian.” It got quite the chuckle from everyone.

My goalie friend ended up renting a room from me, and lived in my house for several years. I coached some other teams of hers, including one that won a statewide tournament.

When I moved to Anchorage, she ended up moving to Georgia, and we lost touch, though occasionally I would get an email or two from her.

Recently I started getting more active on Facebook, and my friend found me, and we started a bit of a correspondence. She is doing very well in Georgia. This evening, when I got home, I checked into Facebook, and my friend had sent me a request that I be included in her “My Girls” list.

So now I am “One of her Girls.”

It is actually kinda flattering.