My Bio

A few things about me.  Here goes.

I...

Believe in love at first kiss.

Focus so hard sometimes I won’t hear you talking to me.

Short attention-span.

At age 8: Iearned to ski.

Also at 8: taught myself to type on an IBM Selectric.

At 9: started my own newspaper.

At 16: learned to drive (in the snow).

First car was a brown 1980 Saab GLi.

Love a challenge and being told no.

Won’t take no for an answer.

Can’t relax for very long.

When I relax, I really relax.

Could watch “The Office” all day.

Justin Long appears to be a very good kisser.

In real life, I believe Kate Winslet and I would be fast friends.

Tendency to be indecisive.

Previously known as wildly impulsive.

Open-minded.

Judgemental.

Born enabler.

Born to run.

I worry about everyone. All the time.

I love peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwiches.

I cry every time I see that ASPCA ad with Sara McLachlan.

Have a small ass and a big mouth.

Restless with myself.

Patient with you.

Thick skinned at work.

Sensitive in my personal life.

Take things literally.

Don’t hold grudges.

Love mysteries.

Am madly in love with my boyfriend.

Am madly in love with my Himalayan cat, Smashface.

Grew up in a tiny New England village.

Got a little smarter at a tiny college 30 miles outside of Chicago.

Got really smart living in a 1979 Cadillac Coupe de Ville in Malibu one winter.

Smartened up and left that guy.

And that guy.

And that husband.

Learned to write while writing short stories for my little brother.

Wrote my first screenplay at NYU when I was 24.

Still tie my shoes wrong.

Still type wrong.

Still ski. But it's been a while.

Wonder if I’ll ever have kids.

Think I’d be a great mom.

Often think the best word is the first one.

Don’t believe in having the last word.

there's always another side to it

For the past few months I've been immersed in babyland. Diapers. Formula. Nursery water. I know, right? Nursery water? What's that? It's super-purified, hyper-clean water for babies. How come everyday peeps don't get this? I don't know. I haven't asked. I continue to refill my aluminum water bottle (so as to avoid any estrogen-like-hormone long-term side effects said to be linked to drinking from plastic water bottles).

Anyway, so yes: babyland. (It's not called that but that's how it feels).

For Publix, I've been promoting the features and benefits of diapers (supersoft, stretchy, new and improved leakage, that kind of thing) and, perhaps most important, their low cost (just as affordable as Wal-Mart and Target, thank you). Along with this, I've been dishing up spoonfuls of applesauce and peas. And featuring stock photography of happy babies covered in pudding and other messy food items. Ooh, that reminds me: wipes. Those, too.

Appealing to the "Gen Yers" is the goal. Wow, I know. They seem awfully young to me. My brother, age 24, a Gen Yer. But after some Wikipediaing, I discovered that my own boyfriend could very well be, and likely is, a Gen Yer as well. He does, sort of, kind of, (I'm sure I could make a convincing argument thereof), somewhat straddle that fine generational line. And truth be told, okay, I've never identified with the generation so not affectionately deemed X. But I do like Pearl Jam. And I do appreciate what Larry and Sergey have done for making information so readily available to us all. And while I share the exact same birthday as Winona Ryder, I also identified almost completely with her character in "Reality Bites" (minus the "doily-style" dress and the bralessness). I would also use toilet paper as a coffee filter. Without question. But I just don't feel as mature and/or responsible as my fellow Xers. And certainly not as jaded.

I digress. per usual.

OK, so my interest was piqued today when, perusing other bloggers who are so much more keenly dialed in than I....(I do like to think I, at least occasionally, have my finger on the pulse. On the pulse of something other than my cat's incessant purr box. But maybe I don't).

Anyway, while I've been doing all this baby promoting and baby product promoting to a group of people who, in my opinion, should still be backpacking around Europe, having torrid and wild affairs (while practicing it safely, yes, of course) and drinking and smoking like I did until it's really, really uncool, meanwhile.....other, smart, inventive people have been telling the generation even younger than that one (the children having children group) to think about some shit first.

Literally.

Here's what I discovered during my blogging snooping. This gross (but, let's hope, effective) campaign to banish teenage pregnancy. This, apparently, 'Scratch 'n Sniff" concept they slapped on bus stops (click on the image to make it bigger):



I wonder who sniffed it. It's like your buddy declaring: dude, that fart reeks, smell it. (I have had many guy friends, not to mention I am the only girl in a family of four boys). Or when you try something god-awful out of a can/bottle/tube/microwaveable entree and say wow, that's bad, oh my god, taste it.

Why would you?

But you're curious.

Right?

Like Eddie Murphy said in Raw all those years ago (I'm dating myself now) that we all like to "rate" our farts. Let 'er rip and then let the rating begin.

Anyway, digression. Once more. Always.

But, really, as gross as this campaign is, maybe it'll work.

Will be interesting to see how this shit turns out.