Mormon sex.

The other day over dinner my one friend with the cat was saying that Mormon sex must be hot, since they're all repressed, so they really must fuck a lot and hard when they finally get around to doing it.

At that, I told her about the sex advice related in Deborah Laake's "Secret Ceremonies: A Young Mormon Woman's Intimate Diary of Marriage and Beyond" that her and her husband got when they went to a doctor after their bishop wouldn't give them any:

"Why don't you folks just turn each other over and see what you got."

My friend laughed when she heard that, and was like, "And I'd add, 'Then touch it and see what it does.'"

Gift for my mom's b-day.

Today's my mom's b-day. I wasn't planning on getting her anything - like I told her over the phone, I know she'd rather have no gift than a stupid gift ("That's certainly right," she was like) - but the other day when I stopped through a wine store to pick up a bottle of red wine for dinner at a friend's house, I was browsing the wines, and just as I was about to get a bottle of Hungarian wine and support Hungary, I noticed a bottle of Georgian wine right next to it, and the label said that it was a brand famous in Georgia, and in fact it was the very brand that Stalin, FDR, and Churchill drank at Yalta.

So, since my mom has an FDR obsession and reads a ton of books about him, I got one for her, and told her over the phone about it and how I'll bring it home for her for her birthday present next time I visit.

And, she can't wait. :)

Post lady in my new neighborhood.

The day I was moving in, I met the (black) postlady ("Tammy" [sp.?]) in my new neighborhood... She was putting letters into the mailboxes in the entryway as I was moving things, and she said hello, and reminded me to write out my first and last name on a little slip of paper and put it on my mailbox, and to put in a form for mail forwarding if I hadn't already (I had).

Anyhow, like a week or so ago, I was coming downstairs, and she was just leaving, so I stopped her and asked her about problems I was having with the forwarding of a magazine subscription, and after her reassuring me, I was like, "And did you see how I taped my name up?, I did that right after you asked me," and with that she smiled and was like, "Great job, honey, for that you get plus twenty points."

Getting old.

I'm really feeling 30 lately...

The other day I was reading an article linked from a blogpost about Father Maciel that was about how he had his shit together and was brown-nosing rich contributors when he was younger than me and clearly on the move up, and that made me feel old.

Then, like a day later, I was reading a modern-day hagiographical bio of the Cure d'Ars, and they mentioned this up-and-coming general in his late 30s called "Napoleon".

Sigh.

Bugs at the new apartment!

Though, not silverfish:

Rather, the other day I got a bugbite on the back of my right ankle while eating, and then a few days later I woke up with a bugbite on the underside of my right wrist, and a few days after that I was walking around the house and all of a sudden I noticed that I had a bugbite near the knuckle of my thumb.

Sometimes you get closure, sometimes you don't...

I realized the other day that when I put that one chair that I originally got for $5 out in the alley because it didn't fit into my new apartment, I never saw whether someone took it away before the trashmen came.

On the other hand, when I was unzipping my clothing storage bag that I got from Target (I'm keeping summer clothes in there now, and am taking them out bit-by-bit as the weather allows), I saw that the zipper had pulled away from the plastic at some point... Perhaps that's how moths got into my sweaters last winter?

(I did get some postage tape and tape the seam together, fyi.)

Realization.

I shouldn't buy plants for my apartment if I'll be away for 2 months this summer at a Latin program in a different city!