April 22, 2008

100th post

Here we are. Post numero um... uno hundred. Does anyone know how to say "hundred" in Spanish? I'll ask Hubby, he's a super-genius... Hubby's guess is "ciento".

Post Numero Uno Ciento.

That is probably horribly incorrect. And this after Mark Twain told me to shut it or risk proving to the world that I'm an idiot. Oh well, at least I didn't die in 1910. So there, Twain! Put that in your pipe and smoke it. Yeah... it tastes bitter doesn't it?

Anyhoo, rather than spewing 100 random facts all over my 100th post, I decided to ask you what you wanted to know about me. All together, you asked 33 questions. I'm excited by the number of questions because I'm turning 33 next month. Coincidence? Oh, probably.

Here are your questions and my answers:

Sara at Happy Baker asked...

What's your most embarrassing moment?

I always have trouble with this question because I don't really embarrass easily (which you might have guessed from reading the blog)... But two moments pop to mind, both from when I was in school.

When I was in high school I was involved in orchestra, "fiddle group", and a classical violin group called "solo strings". But I was terrified of playing alone. Every time I had to play by myself in front of anyone I'd have a full-on panic attack. I would shake so much that I didn't have a chance of producing anything that sounded like music. The lack of melodiousness only added to my embarrassment. I was terrified of sounding bad so I panicked and made myself sound bad. Vicious circle much?

In grade 6 we had to write a short essay describing the plot of a book (I can't remember what book). Mine was a fairly straightforward effort, but it included little brackets with my opinion about everything (yeah just like this, but I'd say, "I think that Stacey shouldn't have gone into the cave. I wouldn't have gone into the cave. I'd be too scared."). The teacher read my essay to the class because, she said, it was the worst essay. She laughed so hard as she read it that tears of mirth rolled down her cheeks. Luckily for me, by the time I was 11 years old I'd figured out that if you don't let people see you're bothered then they'll think you're not. So I laughed at this poor moronic kid's essay along with the rest of the class as if I had no idea who wrote it. No one ever figured out who wrote the worst essay in the class. Looking back now, I congratulate myself on what was obviously a creation of comic genius - tears of mirth I tell you (I think that teacher was a bitch (how's that for an opinion bracket)).


ScrappySue at My Home WellingtonTown wanted to know...

What's your christian name? :) I'm guessing it's not reluctant. lol.

You're absolutely right, Sue, my name is not actually Reluctant. Although I am - reluctant, that is, to reveal my name. But I will. For you. I can only assume you mean my first name when you say "christian name" because technically that would be the name that I was baptized under, wouldn't it? And (here's a fun fact about me) I was never baptized. My first name, the one my mother gave me at birth, is Melanie. My friends call me Mel, with one notable exception - she refuses to because she says Mel is an old man's name and I am, to her mind, not an old man. And she's right, I'm not (that's another fun fact about me).


Sass E-mum at One Strangely Lush Mother had a few questions...

If you could do one thing differently, what would it be?

Right now, I would eat better. Hopefully that'll be a bit easier now that life will be more normal, less post-secondary-education-based. I would also like to have more local friends. We've moved around quite a bit and my friends are scattered, so I don't get to see them very often. That kind of sucks.

What is your favourite academic qualification?

I don't know if I have any "qualifications". If you ask the people I've applied to for jobs over the last few years, I'm not qualified to do anything. Except work in a call centre, and that would make my head explode (been there, done that, hated it, never EVER going back)... But if I had to choose, I'd say my BA, I guess. I learned a lot about thinking, reading and writing... But, oddly, not a lot about art history. I have no memory for dates or names so what I picked up, as far as art is concerned, is a good idea of what I don't like... and an overall impression that the art world is very, deeply, snooty.

Which university would you have most liked to have studied at?

Oxford or Cambridge or one of the schools in London, England (Cause there's a good school here in London, Ontario, Canada too... but I don't covet a study there). Or NYU in NYC in NY in USA (so many letters, so little time!). That would have been cool. I'm hoping to get into University of Toronto in a year or two to do a Masters of Information Studies.

What was so great about the best party you went to anyway?

Best party? Hmmm... Best party. I went to a party when I was a kid that was held at a local fun house. The party included a tour of the haunted house. Leading up to the party, the kids on my street would gather together to tell each other rumours and tall tales about the haunted house. There was a skeleton that would sneak up behind and grab you. It was a maze and, since there were no lights - the haunted house was navigated by touch, it had the odd spotlight or flashing light, but it was mostly just really dark - we told each other that kids sometimes got lost and were never seen again. There were trap doors, and dead ends, and wrong turns, and cages. And, I think, a gorilla. By the time the party rolled around we were deliciously terrified. The entrance to the haunted house was through a tunnel with a big sneering clown's face over the opening. The clown, combined with the stories, was too much for my younger brother and he refused to go in. The rest of us crawled through the tunnel and, being led by a fun house employee, we put our hands on the shoulders of the person in front of us and headed into the darkness. The boy who was two people ahead of me let go of the line and headed off in another direction. We wandered alone in the dark for awhile, lost and confused, our terror mounting. Suddenly, the lights came on to reveal that we were standing in a boring hallway. A fire exit door opened in front of us to reveal my father and we joined the rest of the party for hot dogs and cake.

The best part was the anticipation, the story telling, and the terror. Terror is always fun in controlled conditions, isn't it? Can you tell I love roller coasters?

Which is your favourite restaurant?

My favourite restaurant is a Thai place that was near where I lived in Toronto. I'm not even sure it's still there. It was called The Green Mango. A newer branch opened downtown, but it's not as good. The one I like is in the Kingsway, on Bloor.

If you were a cocktail, which cocktail would you be?

I would be a cosmo. Pink and tasty, but surprisingly strong.

Beautiful and dumb OR ugly and smart. Which would you choose? Of course, this is a question I only ever ask beautiful and smart people.

Thanks for the compliment, Sass, you're beautiful and smart too. I don't think I'm particularly beautiful or smart... I don't think I'm particularly ugly or dim either, though. Just fairly plain and of average intelligence. I would choose to be ugly and smart over beautiful and dumb. I think it must be hard to be beautiful - too much attention until the beauty fades, then too little attention. Tragic, really.

Who was your teenage crush?

My first celebrity crush was on Corey Feldman. I'm not proud of it, but it's true. My first real-person crush was on a counselor at music camp when I was 12 or so. He was probably about 15, blond, funny and he didn't know I existed.

What item of clothing (or the memory of it) makes you cringe?

I had a two piece yellow suit when I was around 12. I loved it. It was ridiculous.

Assuming you’ve got the afternoon ‘off’, what would be your beauty treatment of choice?

Probably a bubble bath. I'm quite low maintenance. Although, I'd like to try a massage.

Did you ever think life would be like this?

Yes. Life is pretty much what I expected it to be. I'm very, very lucky.

What are you having for dinner tonight?

Hubby is cooking. I asked him what he's making. He said, "Curry." I asked what kind. He said, "Chicken, etc." I'm having Chicken Curry a le Hubby.

Is there anything your mother really should have told you?

My mother should have told me not to worry about being a lady. It all comes down to that double bind women face - to be feminine or to be tough and successful. I think it's a struggle to be both. My mom taught by example though, she's a great gal. She studied part time while working and raising my brother and me. She's very successful now and I'm very proud of her.

What careers have you got mapped out for your boys? - and I already know the you just want them to be happy line. I'm looking for an insight into your aspirations and their talents.

Buddy wants to be a rock star. He's wanted to be a rock star ever since he was very small - knee high to a grasshopper as the saying goes. And I think he could be some kind of performer. He loves to entertain and he's very lovable. He's very caring and has tons of empathy too. He wants to have a family and I think he'll be a great dad someday. He'd probably be a great video game designer. He plays like a pro and he's very creative. Maybe he'll be a writer or a professor. He'd like to dig up dinosaur bones and be an astronaut, and a scientist, and a teacher, and a fireman. I'm sure he can do all that.

Monkey wants to be a tiger or a pokemon when he grows up. He's an amazing little artist. He draws at a very advanced level for a three year old. I'm sure he'll do something with illustrating, or something creative anyway. He's also hilarious, outgoing and loud. He'd be a great comedian or a wedding signer (haha). He's also fairly athletic. He could be the next Beckham, maybe, if he can learn to bend it.


Mad at Under the Mad Hat was wondering...

Are you sad about leaving this neck of the woods or are you anxious to kick the dust of this two-bit province off your feet?

I have mixed feelings about moving away from New Brunswick. I have deep roots here, one branch of my family has lived in NB for 15 generations. I was born here. Both Hubby's and my parents live here. The province is beautiful. But I'm unhappy about some things. I don't like that they canceled French Immersion. I don't like that they're no longer busing kids to after school programs. I don't like the job prospects, and the fact that bright people often have to sacrifice pay and advancement to stay here. I don't like that there are no craft stores in town. I don't like that there are no good restaurants. The shopping is terrible here. And I hate New Brunswick's new slogan: "Be... in this place." What's with the "..."? Did they run out of words?

So I'm more on the side of being happy to dust the province off... But I'm not to the point of flipping it off just yet. For me at this point it's, "Be NOT in this place."


Elaine at The Miss Elaine-ous Life asked...

How did you decide to name your blog? I mean did it take you a while to come up with it or was it just off the top of your head?

I started the blog way back in 2005 when Desperate Housewives was fairly new on TV (I stopped posting for a few years in between then and now). I was watching it one evening when Hubby teased me that I was a desperate housewife too. I told him that I was not so much desperate as reluctant... And my blog name was born.

Also, what's your biggest pet peeve?

I hate it when people don't look in the direction they're driving. They back up, but don't look behind them. It makes me crazy (and a little bit afraid).

I also hate it when people assume I'm stupid. I'm touchy about this because I used to get teased a lot when I was a kid for being stupid.

Litterers. Stop nastying up my planet!


Amanda of Amanda's Life wanted to know...

I was just going to ask how you met your husband and if you knew he was the one right away. I think that officially makes me a hopeless romantic.

My husband and I were introduced by my best friend, who was in his English class, in high school (grade 11 - 1992). We started "going out" at the valentine's day dance two weeks later. We moved in together in University, in 1996. We got married on New Year's Eve 1998. I'm not sure when I knew he was "the one" - that is the stuff of the distant, murky past - but I'm pretty sure I was too young to be thinking in those terms when we first started dating. For us it's simple, we couldn't be with anyone else. It would be too weird!


CC of If She Only Had Super Powers asked...

What was your worst job?

My worst job was at an IBM call centre. I was basically doing data entry for their sales team. Then one day, they called a meeting and told us that they were moving the department to India. They ("the man") said that we should be excited because this was an exciting new direction for the company to be moving in. They promised that we would be moved to another department. I was pregnant and had been working there for almost a year and they fired me for taking some sick days. When they told me, I asked why I hadn't had any warning. My boss told me that she had informed the entire department at a meeting that if we missed any more time we'd be fired. Then she told me, "Pregnancy is not a disease you know." I sat in silence and stared at her. She finally said, "Don't you have anything else to say?" I said, "What would I say?" Then I left. I called the next day and told them that I would not be coming in to do my final two weeks.

What were your grades in high school!?

So. Long. Ago. I'm happy to answer, but I'm curious why you want to know? Um... Mostly in the 80-90% range, I think. I did okay. I graduated with honours, but not high honours. I think, but I'm not sure, that "honours" was 80% and above and "high honours" was above 90%. I know that I was ranked 132nd of - Hubby and I estimate, based on an in-depth discussion - 350-400 kids in my graduating class (isn't it weird that I remember that?). So that's not too bad, right?

I decided to go through my files and found a few old report cards. I keep stuff, what can I say? I also have all the letters hubby ever wrote me (those are fun). So, in grade 12, 1st term I took Communications 93%, Math 87%, Biology 91%, and Physics 83%, second term I took Theatre Arts 92%, Calculus 82%, Art 85%, and English 93%. My grades were much better in grade 12 than in earlier grades. My average for the year in grade 10 was 80.37% and 83.5% in grade 11. There you go.


Working Mum at Working Mum on the Verge was wondering...

Which three people from history would you like to have to a dinner party and why?

Oh, hard question, Working Mum... I'm going to choose:
Jane Austen, because she was funny and she'd write some hilarious dialogue making fun of me afterwards.
Rick Mercer, because I think he's awesome.
And Suzanna Moody, because she's one tough broad.


David at Life in a Cone of Silence asked...

You get to put "your" most treasured or favorite possessions, food, tools, or whatever in the Domesday vault that will safe keep in case of global catastrophe. Your piece of the vault holds 3 items in limited quantity. What's in your Domesday vault?

I'm not so much about stuff. I like the idea of being able to keep my kids safe forever... but it's probably illegal to lock them away in a vault, don't you think? And then there's the problem of food, water, and potty breaks. And I guess I wouldn't really describe the kids as "possessions" per se. Hmmm... Okay, here's my three:
1.Family photo albums
2. Seeds and books on gardening because I worry that if the food supply system ever broke down I'd have no way of producing food myself. I don't know how to garden, hunt, or gather. So, I guess I'd need survival information.
3. And chocolate.

Do you have a "self Improvement Library"? If so, list what books are in it?

Nope. I don't react well to too much advice. I used to have the Dr. Phil weight loss book. Instead of losing weight, I lost the book. Once or twice, I took a few books on overcoming shyness out of the library. They were interesting, but I don't think they helped me much.


Quirky at Quirky is a Compliment wanted to know...

If you could have a super power, what would it be?

Regeneration -the ability to heal really fast - like Wolverine... Only without all the angst. And he doesn't age because of it either. That's cool. Just think of all the money I'll save on skin cream!

Where is your favorite scar and how did you get it?

C-section. Self-explanatory.

If you had to transform yourself into an animal, what would you pick and why?

One of the Queen's corgis. I think those dogs live better than I do.

What did you always want to be when you grow up?

A mother. Done and done. Currently, I'm trying to figure out what I want to do now that I've lived the dream.


My friend Laurie asked, via facebook...

Does your name refer to a reluctance to be a housewife or a reluctance to tend to your chores?

It's both.

Being a feminist, I struggle with the idea of being a housewife. Domestic work is marginalized and undervalued in our society and I don't like the feeling of being a second class citizen that I sometimes get. For example, whenever people ask me what I do and I tell them I'm a full-time mother (I know that moms who work are full-time mothers too, I just refuse to call myself a "homemaker" or a "stay-at-home mom") they react in one of two ways: Either they say "Oh that's nice," and look around for someone more interesting to talk to or they try to make me feel better by saying something like, "well there's nothing wrong with that," or "good for you!" What is up with that?

I also resent the housework. I hate housework. I'm not the only person messing this place up and I fail to see why I'm the only one who should be cleaning it. I will happily care for the kids and cook the meals (most of the time) but I hate housework and I don't want to do it.


Desperate Housewife of Me on the East Coast wanted to know...

What's the most embarrassing thing you've done while shitfaced?

Well, I'm not much of a drinker and I've only been "shitfaced" once. I was in university and I was drinking pitchers of rye and ginger ale with some friends. I think we went through 3 pitchers between us. When it was closing time I threw up a bit on the chair next to me. Just a tiny bit. Nobody saw me.


And, last but not least, Gerbil of There's a Penguin on the Telly commented, on my Run Errands with the Housewife post, that she'd like to see a picture of Canadian Bagged Milk or, as we like to call it, Great Bags of the Great White from the Great White North (not really, but I do like to have my little joke).

Actually, there was a picture of the bag of milk in the Run Errands post.

See? Right behind the ice cream.
It's blue and white and has a picture of a cow on it.

Now let me show you how this milk thing works.


Oh ho ho, silly me... We are out of milk.


Oh good we have more.


Look what I found! A bag of milk.


I'll get my handy milk-bag-cutting tool.
The little slot has a razor blade in it for cutting the bag.
Notice the magnet on the back so it can be stored on the fridge? Very handy.


Put the new bag in the milk jug.


Cut the corner off of the bag.


Pour and enjoy.


Well, that's it for your questions. Thanks for playing along, I had a great time answering them. I hope it wasn't the dullest thing you've ever read.

Kisses and hugs!

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19 comments :

Jules said...

Hey, what a cool idea! All I did for my 100th post was commit to be less of a junk food slut--and I didn't even realize it was my 100th post when I did it. B-O-R-I-N-G.

p.s. 100 in Spanish is "cien." Ciento means "one hundred and ..." fill in your number of choice. ;-) Like, I would like to lose ciento viente pounds, but I'll settle for diez.

Don Mills Diva said...

Wow and wow!
That was a very cool post - a lot of effort and a lot of fun to read. Happy blogoversary!

Mad said...

I can't believe you managed to stretch out bagged milk into a photo shoot. Well done.

I liked your answer to my question and, yes, I am fuming about the EFI issue.

Ugh, I had more to say but it's late and all your answers are becoming a blur to me. I've learned to beware of these question posts b/c they take forever to answer. Good on you that you made it all the way through.

Happy 100.

Elaine A. said...

Wow - thanks for answering all of these! I've learned so much about you!

Just one more question - where and when are you moving? I must have missed this tidbit...

Happy 100th!

SaraLynn said...

I LOVED this post!!!!!
LOL....loved your cockyail answer...hehe

You were married on my birthday! I was born on New Years Eve.....

I love how brave you are. Nothing seems to embarass you, or make you afraid. You are very independent and I always feel inspired after reading your posts! i am a bit shy, so you are like a shot in the arm...lol

This was great!!!

Beck said...

OH MY GOD I DIED LAUGHING AT THE MILK BAG PART. HAHAHAHAAHAH! AWesome. It's so funny to think that's not a part of everyone's life.
I had no idea you live in New Brunswick. huh.

Barb said...

thanks for the great post... what a fun idea... loved all your answers... I will have to come up with something unique for my 100th blog

Working mum said...

Great post. I loved the bagged milk!

Thanks for answering my question. Am I ignorant having only heard of Jane Austen? Will google the others and then appear smart.

Congrats on the century!

Amanda said...

I guess the milk bags are more of an effort to save the planet. I had never heard of that. Very cool.

Other than that, all I have to say is I TOTALLY LOVED COREY FELDMAN, too. My sister and I had bunkbeds when we were teenagers and I had a picture of Corey Feldman on the ceiling. I would kiss him goodnight every night.
As an adult, he kind of creeps me out.

Great post.

Reluctant Housewife said...

Working Mum - you're only ignorant for only knowing who Jane Austen is if you're also Canadian... The other two are Canadian. Rick Mercer is a Canadian comedian and political commentator, he has his own show The Rick Mercer Report. Suzanna Moody was an early settler in Canada (she's Enligh - like you) ;) who wrote a book about her experiences called "Roughing it in the Bush".

Elaine, we're moving on Friday... AH!!! gotta pack! Still. Writing. Exam. Ah!!!

Everyone else Thanks for all the great compliments and congratulations - you're going to give me a big head! And Thanks for reading.

Quirky said...

Oh My Goodness! I have never ever heard of a "bag of milk" before. The thought never even crossed my mind. When I first read it, I thought it was a veiled reference to um, a part of your anatomy. I didn't realize that it was an actual bag of milk. How cool is that? Does the milk also come with the pitcher and the bag opener, or do you buy those separately? I would worry about not being able to close it though. Like, what if it got knocked over in the fridge? There's no cap to make sure it doesn't spill. And how many little bags come in a big bag? Where do you store the other bags that aren't in the pitcher? I can't believe that I'm this fascinated with a bag of milk.

David said...

this was cool and I loved it all. Except for your sort of slam against Western. I alway held Western Grads in pretty high esteem. I think it is a fine University.
But I'm not from London.
Thanks for this post
Happy 100th

Reluctant Housewife said...

I'm not slamming Western! I just don't covet a study there. That's not a slam. That doesn't make it any less of a great school.

smtwngrl said...

Awesome! Thanks for sharing so much with us. And I've never seen the bag 'o milk, so that was fun!

Barb said...

where are you moving?

scrappysue said...

oh wow - that was so cool. i don't think i've ever read a post so thoroughly. thanks for taking the time to write it all out....MEL...hehe. once i have your mailing address, my plan to stalk you from afar will be complete (just as well you're moving!)

if you need any more convincing re easter eggs, check out amanda's blog - hers arrived!

i think you were a very bright school girl with those high grades - i wasn't even close - miss average they should have called me. i had asthma as a child, and i actually have one school report that says "susan does well despite her handicap". HUH? imagine writing that now. same goes for the humiliation you experienced at the hands of that awful teacher. her arse would be so fired in today's schools.

can i steal this idea for my 100th post? i'm up to 74 i think.

anyway - REALLY, REALLY enjoyed it, esp. the milky bit at the end.

Katie said...

I too am awed by the idea of the bags of milk. Thank you for enlightening me!

jess said...
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jess said...

Oh dear, you obviously don't know Spanish as well as I do.

It's actually, "Posto Ciento," following the one fact I remember from high school Spanish class, uttered by my classmate, Chad: "Hey, this Spanish thing isn't so hard, all you do is add an 'o' to the the end of everything....like... G-stringo!"