Comments on: I’m riding coattails today; can you send me a query?

By: cardiogirl

cardiogirl — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 09:30:16 +0000

Yeah, I don’t really look like that anymore, but I like the idea of looking like that in your head. I was 27 then, not 42.

By: cardiogirl

cardiogirl — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 09:29:05 +0000

I’ve crossed over to ma’am territory. I do expect it now, but it’s nice when I hear something else.

By: cardiogirl

cardiogirl — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 09:25:37 +0000

I like that — my mug is on the wall at the post office. I have that Everywoman face. I’m not kidding when I say almost every other person I meet asks me, “Do I know you? (No.) Do you work at Henry Ford Hospital? (No, but I think it would be interesting.) Did we go to high school together? (No.) You look so familiar.”

That’s when I give by standard reply, “No, but everyone says that. I just have one of those faces.”

By: Domestiquette

Domestiquette — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 04:42:11 +0000

Woah! A picture of CG! Now I will have that picture of you in my head.

You did look like her!

By: Elizabeth A.

Elizabeth A. — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 15:07:56 +0000

Hmmm. Attack of what my husband calls my Southern naivete.

I would prefer to hear young lady/woman.

But understand on the Sweep the Leg part. When people started calling me ma’am on a consistent basis, it freaked me out a bit because I was always the one saying “Yes, ma’am.” Not the other way around.

By: V

Wed, 10 Mar 2010 11:06:54 +0000

i was thinking about this and i pick jamie foxx. haha. strangers come up to me and say i look so familiar and then they tell me i look like someone they know, but never compare me to an actress. i tell them that my photo is on the wall in the post office. they laugh and go away.

um i can’t think of anyone that has a mug like mine.

By: cardiogirl

cardiogirl — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 10:10:37 +0000

I see.

By: cardiogirl

cardiogirl — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 10:10:27 +0000

It depends on who’s calling me girl. Just the other day I was standing in line at Walgreen’s while an old, cantankerous (read fighting) couple was standing in front of the cash register trying to figure out what sort of phone card to buy. I was buying six candy bracelets. After arguing for a minute the husband started to walk away and barked, “Let this girl go ahead, she only has a few things.”

And I thought, yeah. I am a girl, dammit. A 42-year-old who a surly old man has deemed a girl. Sweep the Leg!

By: cardiogirl

cardiogirl — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 10:07:52 +0000

I do love quoting numerous items from a Few Good Men and when Jack said I wanted him on that wall, I believed him.

By: cardiogirl

cardiogirl — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 10:07:21 +0000

Thanks! Although she doesn’t look like that today. At. All. And I don’t either.