I'll Leap into My Petticoat and Propose

Tonight's my big chance. Folk legend has it that women can propose marriage only on leap years.

wikipedia:

Supposedly, a 1288 law by Queen Margaret of Scotland (then age five and living in Norway), required that fines be levied if a marriage proposal was refused by the man; compensation ranged from a kiss to £1 to a silk gown, in order to soften the blow.[8] Because men felt that put them at too great a risk, the tradition was in some places tightened to restricting female proposals to the modern leap day, 29 February, or to the medieval leap day, 24 February.

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Women looking to take advantage of their opportunity to pitch woo were expected to wear a scarlet petticoat -- fair warning, if you will."[9]
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In Denmark, the tradition is that women may propose on leap day 24 February and that refusal must be compensated with 12 pairs of gloves.

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Unfortunately, I don't have a Scarlet Petticoat, though I admit it sounds quite sexy. And I can't even go out tonight because of the snow. (Had to leave the car down the hill and walk up the real Goosepath back home.)I suppose with this cold weather and snow, I'd settle for the 12 pairs of gloves.

Richard Gere .... Sings.

The Mid Week Video Muse is a day late this week. Sure would like to go to the Caribbean with Richard Gere.

Money- The Flying Lizards

From MJ's 45 RPM collection... I'm still stuck in 1979.

I See Dead People.... Who Knew?

I read a newspaper just about everyday. Not all of it, but I do glance at most of the headlines, read what interests me here and there, and I always look at the obituaries, especially in the local paper, to see who died. Heaven forbid, someone I know dies, and I miss it.

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A funny story: My mom quit sending Christmas cards to someone because she thought he died.

Turns out it was someone with the same name. She hadn't sent him a card in 3 years. A few weeks ago I saw the guy waiting in line in the drug store, and of all things, he was reading the obituaries in the paper which he just snagged from the newstand, and he was amusing the others in line at the store by saying.... 68? I beat him. 74? Beat him, too.... 86..... he got me beat....

Anyhow, I found this cool site. It lists everyone of note who died in the past 6 months. Just in case you missed it.

Midnight Cowboy - Trailer

In honor of the Academy Awards-- Best picture 1970.

Sunday Morning Muse, February 24, 2008

I don't have the flu. That could change tomorrow, but for now, I'm healthy and my world is a mine field of people with the flu, or that horrible bronchitis that is going around. I have washed my hands every hour of the day and sometimes twice an hour at work...and when I visit others.

I'm taking vitamins, drinking more pomegranite/blueberry juice, sleeping as much as I can so I'm not run down, and so far, I seem to be doing something to deflect all these germs. But what?

The pomegranite juice? Hmmmm. Antioxidants ripping through me like a liquid shield after drinking my morning glass. Could be.... or... maybe 'cause I've been eating more spinach?

All those nutrients.......and carrots... I've been eating carrots, too. :)

Beer? Someone should do a study. Does drinking beer decrease your chances of getting the flu?

No, I didn't get the flu shot. I know people who did, and a few of those people right now, actually have the flu. In the news they said something about it being a different strain. Not the strain everyone thought would infect us the most. I say drink beer. Couldn't hurt.

You've Come a Long Way...

I found this post featuring the 1943 Guide to Hiring Women. It's taken from Transportation Magazine, and lists 11 "tips" in getting more efficiency out of women workers. It's worth a look.



My favorites:

3. General experience indicates that "husky" girls - those who are just a little on the heavy side - are more even tempered and efficient than their underweight sisters.

4. Retain a physician to give each woman you hire a special physical examination - one covering female conditions. This step not only protects the property against the possibilities of lawsuit, but reveals whether the employee-to-be has any female weaknesses which would make her mentally or physically unfit for the job.

Alas, here we are in 2008, and there still is so far to go. And the culture battle is not just against the redneck, uneducated men who think a women's place in the kitchen. It's the struggle to share a boardroom, a golf course, and, dare I say the Oval Office with men who are quite frankly not sure of how to handle women who can and do compete against them for power, money, and low golf scores.

Eclipse from My Yard

Really cool..... the reddish tint is too hard to capture with my camera. This is already magnified 8 times when I took it and even more when I put it in Photoshop.But still can't see the red.

9:20 PM

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But it's my moon. :)

Sex and the City- Moon River and Me

In honor of the Solar Eclipse tonite... Moon River. Oh... and I own that Blood Sweat and Tears Album too, Mr. Big!

The Sunday Morning Muse, February 17, 2008

This morning's muse is .... love. Appropriate for Valentine's week,
I saw the 2004 romantic movie "The Notebook", and watching Rachael Mcadams and Ryan Gosling-- who reportedly met on the set and fell in love, it was hard not to believe in real love. They certainly "acted" in love. The crazy, all consuming, fighting, loving, laughing, making-out, screaming kind of love. Where you live in the moment, and the rest of the world becomes your playground. The kind of love where you lose track of time --and talk for hours.
How did they ever separate themselves from their characters...and their blooming love? Perhaps they didn't!

It was a nice movie to watch... a gentler time... the 40s... beautiful waters, sunsets, moonlight, carnivals--- romantic settings and beautiful people. And the love story was told as memories of an old couple -- in a modern day nursing home. They made it to the end. Death in each other's arms.

So I wondered.... what happened to Rachel and Ryan? No More Rain Soaked Kisses. They broke up last year.