Just do it!

I can only imagine how many trips to the bank the folks who came up with that Nike slogan have made.  That, and their very recognizable “swoosh” mark, created by Carolyn Davidson, then a graphic design student at Portland State U.  Phil Knight, the company’s co-founder, wanted a design to convey speed and motion.  With this in mind, Mr. Knight chose this representation of Nike’s wing. And, of course, with Nike being the Greek goddess of victory, that must have seemed appropriate to the branding department. 

I also think their phrase “Just Do It” is brilliant.  I see plenty of young competitors in my school nurse’s office with minor bump and bruises due to their budding athletic experience.  I have to remind myself that at this stage, these kids are on the steep end of the learning curve when it comes to sore muscles and growling coaches.  For most of them, it’s a matter of ice, NSAIDs, maybe a little taping, no whining allowed, back to class.

To paint, or not to paint

I don’t know about you, but the reality staring back at me in the morning mirror is not always a pretty site.  Bob, bless his heart, thinks I look great rumpled and without any makeup, so there you have it, folks—love truly is blind.  But a little hair gel and face paint after the morning shower and before heading out the door to work does wonders to make a girl feel slightly more alive.

That, and a little caffeine, I suppose.

God of the bathrooms

Bob likes reading mythology, old and new, and even makes up some of his own.  One of the classic old standbys, of course, is the hero in the Odyssey.  Here’s my crib note version based on what’s left of my memory from required reading in high school and watching some old Hollywood interpretation on TV:

Odysseus has been away from the home castle for quite a long stretch; I can’t remember why, but “the rosy fingers of dawn” is mentioned several times.  That, plus the fact that he and his very macho comrades go through all kinds of fantastic adventures with all kinds of out of this world creatures (today, I believe they are referred to as “meta-humans” in the Comicon universe). 

Phyllis Diller, my heroine

 

I tend a bit to the Phyllis Diller end of the housework continuum:

I like a clean and orderly home, naturally, but it needs to reach a critical mass before I’m overly motivated.  If I don’t dust the furniture, it will only gather more dust and so much the better in which to write Bob a love note.  On the other hand, if I’m not out in my garden watering and such, my green babies might DIE! 

Now really, which is more important??

So it’s pretty amazing what

Go take a hike! (No, really, I mean it…)

I’m writing this with a migraine.  I mean, a real clinically diagnosed one, not just a bad headache.  This is the kind the doc prescribes daily beta-blockers for, as well as “as needed” medication, not just the stuff you can get over-the-counter. I’m following in the steps of my brother, and my mom and her brother.  Fortunately, some folks with authentic migraines can figure out their “triggers”.  Unfortunately, I’m not one of them.  Simply put, a trigger is the causative factor, be it a food, a chemical odor, bright lights, things like that. 

Okay, yeah, then there’s stress.  I’m thinking stress is part of the curse; it came with Eve’s first taste of the ONE fruit in the ENTIRE garden God said was a no-no, from