Blog Goddesses Blondie and Jenn were communing over a cyber-Manhattan one day trying to figure out how to get a guest spot on Ellen. Turns out, there isn't much about being 40 (or 30 or 20) that the two of us don't have covered. Pancakes in the DVD player and teaching your step-son to drive. Also, getting married, getting dumped, and hanging in through the middle bit. From chasing after child support to chasing after dogs, we've done it. We got to the top of the job ladder and hung up the Christmas lights there, and like good modern women we know all about the on-line world: dating, gaming, shopping, tweeting and blogging. And yes, between us we know most baseball terminology, how to butcher a chicken and how to look really perky in our pictures. 

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Feb 5, 2009

Does anyone know what a COLOR is?

I have a question in two parts. Part 1. I've been painting the last few days and I now have a bedroom that is "French Castle". It has put me to wondering about those color names from Glidden, Benjamin Moore, and Behr. Where do the names come from? Who makes them up? Do you think they throw the dictionary in one of those paint shakers and randomly pick out two words to make a name? Maybe they hire an English major to look at every color and aha! choose the perfect description. And has anyone else noticed how often the color names bear no resemblance whatsoever to a color? I wonder what color "file cabinet" is. Sorry, I just made that one up. Come to think of it, the question about paint colors could apply to clothing color. I guess you could even wear a file cabinet.


Part 2. While driving down the road, I never talk on the cell phone. And you know how hard it is to drive 25 mph and stay interested in the road? I look at Rabbits, Voyagers, Chargers, and Thunderbirds and wonder if I could make up the perfect car model name. I don't feel like I've succeeded, yet but I'll bet you two can do it. What is a perfect car model name that GM et al haven't thought of yet?


Jenn:
Good question. One of my ex-boyfriends painted his living room "ant lace". Being a dude, he never thought there was anything odd about "ant lace". I finally decided that it had to be short for "antique lace". But really, what's the difference? I bet it's the same color as "French Castle". Really, when you think about it, all they need to do is number the damn things. Worked just fine for "Chanel No. 5" and "WD-40" Frankly, I think you have the best answer yourself: they throw a dictionary and a color wheel in a paint shaker, and voila, "file cabinet".

As far as car names go, I've never seen the point. It's a car. I get in, turn the key, push the pedal, it goes. As long as I can fit two dog crates and turn up the radio if it makes a funny noise, I'm all good. Have you noticed too that some car makers have quite given up on names and are just going with random batches of letters and numbers? I drive an MDX. Ford makes an F350. I think they actually took a hint from the paint people and now they just drop the alphabet and some numbers in a paint shaker and see what comes out.....

BLONDIE:
I lived in a big house with my French ex-husband. Sorry, but I can't ever remember feeling like I was in a French Castle. More like a big house with a french ass. Oh, you're talking about color here. Paint colors are becoming like Crayola crayons...strange names like rubber tire and garbage pail. It's just my luck that I didn't get the dammed job of being a color namer. It probably pays pretty well. I'm not sure how they come up with the names, but I do know that I'm really just a fan of black, white, brown and maybe some hot pink. Well, that's just for my clothing--my walls? Eggnog, cafe au lait, buttercream, pomegranate. As you can see, I love food, so I want food on my walls. What's my answer? I have no flipping clue. Did you come to me for an answer???

As far as part two, naming cars. Well, there's another dream job. I remember cars I drove in college and they had names like "piece of shit" and "rattle trap". I wonder how those would sell? I agree with Jenn about the numbers thing...they are just running out of car names so now we have jumble letters for car names. It's like dammed word search to figure out what model you have. All I know is I have a black car (I call it black, they call it "Black Sapphire Metallic"). It's black dammit. My car has a name: Stella. Yes, I named my car. Because the stupid letter/number combination is obnoxious. What's in a name, anyway? I just like to drive...fast. 

Sorry I wasn't more help. Can you ask something like "what time is dinner" next time??

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Feb 1, 2009

What's Wrong With Me?



I am 1,000 miles away from my husband. Living with me are my two step-daughters, both in their 40s. My son is awaiting major surgery. My bank balance is in the toilet. My "future" retirement lost it's shirt and half its pants. My husband, approaching senility (or seventy) next month continues to work. Dinner was the ever-glamorous (and cheap) SOS. I tried to sleep, but could not change positions or move in any way, as a jumbo lab on either side of my legs pinned me in. With all of this in mind, I'm happy - so noticeably much that my (depression suffering) daughter mentioned how happy I seem. What's wrong with me?

Jenn says: In a nutshell? Absolutely nothing. My first tip as to your well-being was that you’re a thousand miles away from your husband. That explained it all! As I read further I saw I was right. It’s a simple equation; Hubby not home = dogs get to sleep with you. It is absolutely impossible, no matter how pathetic your circumstances may appear, to be depressed or unhappy when wedged between two mega-labs. Should you be feeling at all magnanimous, offer to share one with depressed daughter. She’ll feel better in no time. And good zen to your son.

Blondie says: Maybe all marriages would be great if we were 1,000 miles away from our spouse. However, it doesn't seem to be helping your bank balance. Can he work closer to home and sleep on the couch? Just a thought. I'd say you're far better off having the dogs pin you down in the bed than your senile husband. You don't want to end up with him dead on top of you. Stick with the dogs. This must be why you're happy amidst the chaos. As far as your son, no snarky comments from me. Surgery sucks. Get those step daughters who are old enough to have their own flipping house to help you a bit. Or send 'em packing. I'm not sure why you're happy. I'd be miserable if I were you, but maybe you have a secret stash of chocolate or something that we're not aware of? Best of luck. 


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