I love being a girl. I love wearing heels. I love watching George Clooney movies. I love going to aerobics classes. But gosh darnit, sometimes I want to be a guy.
I went for a walk in the park this morning because it was 40 degrees out and saw a bunch of guys playing a game of football. I was jealous. I want to play football. Why can't girls play football too? When I was little, I spent my weekends playing soccer, riding my bike, playing with my sisters in the yard. Most kids in town participated in organized sports. Sports for girls, of course. On a team with other girls. Against other girls. I never had the desire to play football or be a guy because, well, I guess I was getting my fill of outdoor activity.
Now I run and go for walks to get my daily dose of Vitamin D and soak up good weather. And when I'm bored, I go for another run or walk. Walk after walk after walk through the park by my house. On a really nice day I make up errands for myself just so that I can walk down the street. Like even if I have dish soap already, I'll walk a half mile to CVS to pick up an back-up. Or I'll walk all the way to the post office to mail something instead of just putting it in the mailbox across the street. Maybe I should get a dog so that I don't look so silly walking in circles by myself all day long. If I had a dog, he'd be a good excuse to go for lots of walks. I wouldn't look so silly power walking for hours on end. Yea, maybe I'll get a dog.
I hate dogs. But maybe I could learn to love mine?
Adult guys are lucky. They can play pick-up games of football and basketball with their other adult guy friends. They can even join leagues! And play hockey or softball or soccer every Wednesday night at the YMCA. The Young MAN'S club! They can even go to the park and just play catch with each other. But not girls. No. Adult girls don't play pick-up games of football on randomly warm Saturday mornings in January. We go to the gym for our aerobics class. Which don't get me wrong, is tons of fun, but it's just not like a game of pick-up football. And after my aerobics class this morning, I still had the urge to go for a walk in the park.
So why not play with the guys, you ask? Well because I've tried. And I'd like to think I'm athletic since I run half-marathons and go to those aerobics classes and all - but guys who play pick-up football are ... not like the girls in my Step Class. One time a boyfriend asked me if I wanted to play football with him and his friends one day, because he knew I secretly wanted to be him. I went, even though no other girls went, and said I'd only play if they had an uneven number and needed me to play, and then prayed that an even number of guys showed up. Let's just say, athletic or not - I lack a couple of things guys have. Like a competitive this-game-is-the-most-important-game-of-my-life fight, really strong arms that can throw footballs really far, the knowledge of all the rules of football, and no concept of how much it hurts a 120 pound girl when you pummel her to the ground and all 200 pounds of you falls on top of her.
One girl cannot play football with 9 guys. Well, I can't. Maybe you're out there somewhere, Awesome Girl, but for now, I'm just advocating that we athletic and optimistically outgoing girls get together and start a football league. Or a walking club. Or do our Pilates Class outdoors. Anything that remotely resembles an attempt at an organized sport outdoors. Hey, it would give me one more reason to enjoy winter. And one more reason not to get a dog. I really don't want a dog. I hope it doesn't have to come to this.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Wicked Winter
January 1st
New Year's Resolution 2010:
To fall in love with winter.
Why? Because I hate winter. I hate everything about winter besides hot cocoa and my leather boots - but those are two things that I'm not exactly longing for in summer. And for 24 winters of my life, I've just accepted the fact that I'm not a winter person. But I realized that winter in New York is 4 months of my year. That's 1/3 of my year. That's 1/3 of my life! That's a long time to be miserable. In an effort to be more positive, I am going to fall in love with winter. And try to love it just as much as summer. Maybe I'll find I love winter so much that I'll actually look forward to it! Maybe when people ask me what my favorite season is, I'll now have 4 to choose from! Maybe my friends will think of me as the winter-loving girl. They'll say "Oh Jodie's always in a good mood. She loves all seasons. She's such an any-weather-loving girl."
Good-bye to my list of reasons why winter sucks!
WHY WINTER SUCKS:
1. It's cold.
1a. You always wish you had one more layer on.
1b. You are uncomfortable walking anywhere.
1c. You feel lazy for staying in your apartment because you are too cold and uncomfortable to walk anywhere.
2. It's dark.
2a. Less time for playing outside.
2b. It's proven that the Vitamin D of the sun makes you happy.
3. Hats make my hair flat and static-y. (Is that a word?)
4. I takes forever to put on hats and gloves and scarfs and coats and long socks. Time that could be spent doing more enjoyable things. Like sipping iced tea on my porch in the summer.
5. Snow
5a. Snow makes sidewalks slushy and dirty, which make your shoes gross.
5b. Snow turns to ice, which makes you slip and fall.
5c. Snowstorms cancel things, like school and after-school activities.
(Ok -- yes I was the kid who was upset on snow days. When other kids were excited to build snowmen and have snowball fights, I was secretly sad that I could not go to school and see my friends and learn things. And snow was always getting caught between my mittens and my coat and it would be so cold. My mom would sometimes cut a whole in a plastic sandwich bag and then secure it between the elastic of my coat and the elastic of my mitten. I don't remember it working too well.)
"Why Winter Sucks" continued...
6. You think winter will end in March...but it doesn't!
7. There aren't any fun holidays in winter. (Don't kid yourself that Valentine's Day is fun.) And Christmas just passed, so now what do we do?
8. I like tank tops.
9. Beach trumps everything.
10. My radiator is 100 years old and clanks all night long and I don't sleep. At all. For 4 months.
But I am not dwelling on the negative anymore! New Year, New Me, New Favorite Season. There are a lot of things to enjoy in the winter! My sister and I went for a run today, New Year's Day - not to kick-off most people's resolutions of exercise in the new year, but to kick-off our Fall in Love with Winter Crusade. Hello list of reasons why winter's awesome!
REASONS WHY WINTER'S AWESOME:
1. Running through a snow-filled park - when the sidewalks are clear and it's not too cold out - is really pretty.
2. When there's snow on the ground - and it's sunny out - it's pretty.
3. My winter coat is pretty.
4. You can drink hot cocoa.
4a. And have a cookie with it.
That's all I have for now. I'm sure I'll find more as the days continue.
January 2nd
WHY WINTER IS AWESOME TODAY:
1. It's not snowing today.
January 3rd
WHY WINTER IS AWESOME TODAY:
1. It's not snowing or raining today.
New Year's Resolution 2010:
To fall in love with winter.
Why? Because I hate winter. I hate everything about winter besides hot cocoa and my leather boots - but those are two things that I'm not exactly longing for in summer. And for 24 winters of my life, I've just accepted the fact that I'm not a winter person. But I realized that winter in New York is 4 months of my year. That's 1/3 of my year. That's 1/3 of my life! That's a long time to be miserable. In an effort to be more positive, I am going to fall in love with winter. And try to love it just as much as summer. Maybe I'll find I love winter so much that I'll actually look forward to it! Maybe when people ask me what my favorite season is, I'll now have 4 to choose from! Maybe my friends will think of me as the winter-loving girl. They'll say "Oh Jodie's always in a good mood. She loves all seasons. She's such an any-weather-loving girl."
Good-bye to my list of reasons why winter sucks!
WHY WINTER SUCKS:
1. It's cold.
1a. You always wish you had one more layer on.
1b. You are uncomfortable walking anywhere.
1c. You feel lazy for staying in your apartment because you are too cold and uncomfortable to walk anywhere.
2. It's dark.
2a. Less time for playing outside.
2b. It's proven that the Vitamin D of the sun makes you happy.
3. Hats make my hair flat and static-y. (Is that a word?)
4. I takes forever to put on hats and gloves and scarfs and coats and long socks. Time that could be spent doing more enjoyable things. Like sipping iced tea on my porch in the summer.
5. Snow
5a. Snow makes sidewalks slushy and dirty, which make your shoes gross.
5b. Snow turns to ice, which makes you slip and fall.
5c. Snowstorms cancel things, like school and after-school activities.
(Ok -- yes I was the kid who was upset on snow days. When other kids were excited to build snowmen and have snowball fights, I was secretly sad that I could not go to school and see my friends and learn things. And snow was always getting caught between my mittens and my coat and it would be so cold. My mom would sometimes cut a whole in a plastic sandwich bag and then secure it between the elastic of my coat and the elastic of my mitten. I don't remember it working too well.)
"Why Winter Sucks" continued...
6. You think winter will end in March...but it doesn't!
7. There aren't any fun holidays in winter. (Don't kid yourself that Valentine's Day is fun.) And Christmas just passed, so now what do we do?
8. I like tank tops.
9. Beach trumps everything.
10. My radiator is 100 years old and clanks all night long and I don't sleep. At all. For 4 months.
But I am not dwelling on the negative anymore! New Year, New Me, New Favorite Season. There are a lot of things to enjoy in the winter! My sister and I went for a run today, New Year's Day - not to kick-off most people's resolutions of exercise in the new year, but to kick-off our Fall in Love with Winter Crusade. Hello list of reasons why winter's awesome!
REASONS WHY WINTER'S AWESOME:
1. Running through a snow-filled park - when the sidewalks are clear and it's not too cold out - is really pretty.
2. When there's snow on the ground - and it's sunny out - it's pretty.
3. My winter coat is pretty.
4. You can drink hot cocoa.
4a. And have a cookie with it.
That's all I have for now. I'm sure I'll find more as the days continue.
January 2nd
WHY WINTER IS AWESOME TODAY:
1. It's not snowing today.
January 3rd
WHY WINTER IS AWESOME TODAY:
1. It's not snowing or raining today.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Lessons from a 7th Grader
“Yea what’s up with that Harry Potter kid, anyway? He’s still at that school. Is he ever going to graduate? I mean, what is he doing - getting his PhD in wizardry?” My 12 year old brother has made me laugh so hard with his stand-up comedian voice, I’ve got tears in my eyes. Then he confesses he heard that line in a movie. Which makes me laugh even harder because kids are always repeating what they hear from adults and TV. Especially my 12 year old brother who has 5 adults for family members.
I wrote my college essay on my brother Michael who was born when I was 11 years old, and how when my parents told me the news I shouted at them “He’s going to ruin everything!!!” You’re supposed to write about a life-changing event or a significant person, showing your personality and personal growth. His birth certainly was life-changing, because I transformed from THAT type of kid into the type of person that would now shout “That’s wonderful!” at such news. I wrote that essay 7 years ago, and it got me into Fairfield University with a scholarship. And forced me to move away from my little brother when he was only 6 years old and didn’t yet know what college was or what going away meant. Although, being the oldest child, I don’t think any of us in my family knew yet what that would mean.
Every time I go home, like for this Thanksgiving trip, I sound like an old lady who pinches little kids’ cheeks. “Oh you’ve grown so tall!” I no longer think old ladies are crazy, because Michael really does grow another 2 inches every time I see him. And his voice is getting a little deeper. And he’s getting more muscle on him. And he cares about how he dresses. And he says grown-up things. And he holds the door for me and takes my suitcase up to my room. And he uses a cell phone!!!
“Mmmm this chocolate pie is just exquisite,” he says instead of “This is good.” What 12 year old describes chocolate pudding pie as exquisite? He uses big words - usually incorrectly - in an attempt to fit in with the 5 adult members of his family.
But although he seems grown up in a lot of ways to me, he is still full of youthful innocence and playfulness and purity. Sometimes I wonder if life is easier when we’re kids because we have our parents to guide us and take care of us, or if it’s because we don’t yet know about all the awful things that come with life. For most, stress and self-doubt aren’t in our vocabulary yet. Most children don’t know about loss, or heartache, or grief yet. They all want to grow up to be professional hockey players, rock stars, and astronauts. They all have big dreams and they believe they’ll come true.
“Jodie when we all grow up, do you want to live in a big house together? Me, you, Kristen and Lindsey?”
“That sounds nice, Michael. Sure.” Because even though it’s unrealistic that my 2 sisters, Michael and I would all live together, it does sound nice. So instead of crushing his novel idea, I decide to play along and partake in this dream.
“Ok, it’s gonna be an old farmhouse like in Suffield or something – so, close to Mom and Dad. But the inside will be all new. And we’ll have a huge yard. 4 acres. And we’re going to have 2 dogs – a black lab and a golden retriever, named Tiki and Lucky – and 3 cats – doesn’t matter what kind or their names yet – and 4 horses. Kristen and I will take care of the horses, so you don’t have to worry about that. And we’ll have a path down to a tributary – wait, what’s like a little river called?”
“A stream?”
“Yea, a stream. We’ll have a stream that connects to the ocean and we’ll keep 20 kayaks down there.”
“20?! Why do we need 20 kayaks?! Don’t we only need 4?”
“So our friends can kayak with us.”
“Oh, right. Duh.” How could I forget about all 16 of our friends? Maybe because I’m still thinking that it’s funny that our dogs are clearly more loved than our cats.
“And we can have a motor boat there, too. Or a sailboat. Whatever we decide. Sound good?”
“Sounds great, Michael,” because it does. Except… “Except I don’t know if I want all those animals. The house will smell.”
“That’s ok - we’ll be able to afford plenty of Febreeze.”
And with that comment – my new gauge of success in life is if I’ll be able to afford Febreeze when I’m an adult.
I have so many friends who are worried about the future – our careers, our relationships, our financial security. I confess, I’m guilty of facing those insecurities on a daily basis, as well. Am I really taking the right steps towards my career? Will I be as successful in achieving my life dreams as I was at getting A’s in school? Will I ever meet the man of my dreams and fall in love? And if I do, will I be able to raise my kids without them turning out nuts? And can we live in a nice house and buy nice things? It is refreshing – no, inspiring – to hear my little brother speak so confidently and precisely about his dreams. They say if you envision your dreams coming true, they will. And the vision my 12 year old brother sees, with the floorplan of our country home already laid out on graph paper, is so vivid, that I feel as if the 4 of us are already there. Obstacles are not in Michael’s way. His plan is flawless. His vision is clear. And he has all the details worked out. “That’s ok - we’ll be able to afford plenty of Febreeze.”
I’m hitting the one-year mark of when I lost my job at Letterman, and when I thought the world might end because I was a horrible human being for wasting my college degree by sitting at cattle call auditions instead of a desk. But in this past year, I have found that it is channeling that hopeful, confident inner 12 year old in myself and having a clear vision, complete with 20 kayaks and bottles of Febreeze, that keeps me going and keeps my world from crumbling down or turning into a waste. Success does not happen overnight, or in a few months, or in a year. Success is believing in yourself and your dream and not giving in no matter how many bumps you hit in the road. This is the longest race of my life. This is the biggest challenge to face. This is what all those childhood years have prepped me for. In the midst of my conflicting doubt and confidence, my 12 year old brother is there to remind me of the dream I announced when I was his age: “I am going to be an actress when I grow up.” 12 years later, my dream is coming true, because I have Michael to remind me how simple it is to turn dreams into realities.
We’re watching the VH1 Top 20 Music Video Countdown, when I confess a dream to Michael. “I’ve always wanted to host the Top 20. That’d be the coolest job in the world.”
“Yea, you should do it.” He says…like as if I could just march into the VH1 office, declare this and get the job.
“Well – ” before I can explain that I don’t know how to get that job, that it’s not that easy, or that there’s no application for the job, he says:
“Don’t you have a friend who works at VH1?”
“Yea – ”
“Just do it, Jodie.”
That simple. That easy. Just do it. To a 12 year old, there’s nothing in the way of a dream. And to a girl who was once 12 years old, I say,
“You’re right, Michael. I think I will do it.”
Michael didn’t ruin everything. He didn’t ruin anything. He has made everything in my life bigger and brighter and richer and more meaningful and perfect. And once again – going home for the holidays and visiting my little brother has reminded me that I can have anything and everything I want – a job as the next Top 20 host on VH1 and enough Febreeze to make a big old farmhouse smell animal-free.
I wrote my college essay on my brother Michael who was born when I was 11 years old, and how when my parents told me the news I shouted at them “He’s going to ruin everything!!!” You’re supposed to write about a life-changing event or a significant person, showing your personality and personal growth. His birth certainly was life-changing, because I transformed from THAT type of kid into the type of person that would now shout “That’s wonderful!” at such news. I wrote that essay 7 years ago, and it got me into Fairfield University with a scholarship. And forced me to move away from my little brother when he was only 6 years old and didn’t yet know what college was or what going away meant. Although, being the oldest child, I don’t think any of us in my family knew yet what that would mean.
Every time I go home, like for this Thanksgiving trip, I sound like an old lady who pinches little kids’ cheeks. “Oh you’ve grown so tall!” I no longer think old ladies are crazy, because Michael really does grow another 2 inches every time I see him. And his voice is getting a little deeper. And he’s getting more muscle on him. And he cares about how he dresses. And he says grown-up things. And he holds the door for me and takes my suitcase up to my room. And he uses a cell phone!!!
“Mmmm this chocolate pie is just exquisite,” he says instead of “This is good.” What 12 year old describes chocolate pudding pie as exquisite? He uses big words - usually incorrectly - in an attempt to fit in with the 5 adult members of his family.
But although he seems grown up in a lot of ways to me, he is still full of youthful innocence and playfulness and purity. Sometimes I wonder if life is easier when we’re kids because we have our parents to guide us and take care of us, or if it’s because we don’t yet know about all the awful things that come with life. For most, stress and self-doubt aren’t in our vocabulary yet. Most children don’t know about loss, or heartache, or grief yet. They all want to grow up to be professional hockey players, rock stars, and astronauts. They all have big dreams and they believe they’ll come true.
“Jodie when we all grow up, do you want to live in a big house together? Me, you, Kristen and Lindsey?”
“That sounds nice, Michael. Sure.” Because even though it’s unrealistic that my 2 sisters, Michael and I would all live together, it does sound nice. So instead of crushing his novel idea, I decide to play along and partake in this dream.
“Ok, it’s gonna be an old farmhouse like in Suffield or something – so, close to Mom and Dad. But the inside will be all new. And we’ll have a huge yard. 4 acres. And we’re going to have 2 dogs – a black lab and a golden retriever, named Tiki and Lucky – and 3 cats – doesn’t matter what kind or their names yet – and 4 horses. Kristen and I will take care of the horses, so you don’t have to worry about that. And we’ll have a path down to a tributary – wait, what’s like a little river called?”
“A stream?”
“Yea, a stream. We’ll have a stream that connects to the ocean and we’ll keep 20 kayaks down there.”
“20?! Why do we need 20 kayaks?! Don’t we only need 4?”
“So our friends can kayak with us.”
“Oh, right. Duh.” How could I forget about all 16 of our friends? Maybe because I’m still thinking that it’s funny that our dogs are clearly more loved than our cats.
“And we can have a motor boat there, too. Or a sailboat. Whatever we decide. Sound good?”
“Sounds great, Michael,” because it does. Except… “Except I don’t know if I want all those animals. The house will smell.”
“That’s ok - we’ll be able to afford plenty of Febreeze.”
And with that comment – my new gauge of success in life is if I’ll be able to afford Febreeze when I’m an adult.
I have so many friends who are worried about the future – our careers, our relationships, our financial security. I confess, I’m guilty of facing those insecurities on a daily basis, as well. Am I really taking the right steps towards my career? Will I be as successful in achieving my life dreams as I was at getting A’s in school? Will I ever meet the man of my dreams and fall in love? And if I do, will I be able to raise my kids without them turning out nuts? And can we live in a nice house and buy nice things? It is refreshing – no, inspiring – to hear my little brother speak so confidently and precisely about his dreams. They say if you envision your dreams coming true, they will. And the vision my 12 year old brother sees, with the floorplan of our country home already laid out on graph paper, is so vivid, that I feel as if the 4 of us are already there. Obstacles are not in Michael’s way. His plan is flawless. His vision is clear. And he has all the details worked out. “That’s ok - we’ll be able to afford plenty of Febreeze.”
I’m hitting the one-year mark of when I lost my job at Letterman, and when I thought the world might end because I was a horrible human being for wasting my college degree by sitting at cattle call auditions instead of a desk. But in this past year, I have found that it is channeling that hopeful, confident inner 12 year old in myself and having a clear vision, complete with 20 kayaks and bottles of Febreeze, that keeps me going and keeps my world from crumbling down or turning into a waste. Success does not happen overnight, or in a few months, or in a year. Success is believing in yourself and your dream and not giving in no matter how many bumps you hit in the road. This is the longest race of my life. This is the biggest challenge to face. This is what all those childhood years have prepped me for. In the midst of my conflicting doubt and confidence, my 12 year old brother is there to remind me of the dream I announced when I was his age: “I am going to be an actress when I grow up.” 12 years later, my dream is coming true, because I have Michael to remind me how simple it is to turn dreams into realities.
We’re watching the VH1 Top 20 Music Video Countdown, when I confess a dream to Michael. “I’ve always wanted to host the Top 20. That’d be the coolest job in the world.”
“Yea, you should do it.” He says…like as if I could just march into the VH1 office, declare this and get the job.
“Well – ” before I can explain that I don’t know how to get that job, that it’s not that easy, or that there’s no application for the job, he says:
“Don’t you have a friend who works at VH1?”
“Yea – ”
“Just do it, Jodie.”
That simple. That easy. Just do it. To a 12 year old, there’s nothing in the way of a dream. And to a girl who was once 12 years old, I say,
“You’re right, Michael. I think I will do it.”
Michael didn’t ruin everything. He didn’t ruin anything. He has made everything in my life bigger and brighter and richer and more meaningful and perfect. And once again – going home for the holidays and visiting my little brother has reminded me that I can have anything and everything I want – a job as the next Top 20 host on VH1 and enough Febreeze to make a big old farmhouse smell animal-free.
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