Modest Proposal

"When guys are persistent, it's romantic, they make movies about that. If it's a woman, then they cast Glenn Close." - Ally McBeal

Open Wide...

Shut Up!

I happened upon this quote while reading Shakesville. It made me laugh initially, but then I was struck by how true this statement really is.

Case in point. One of the guys that I go to church with went through a divorce last Christmas...5 months ago. His ex-wife initiated the divorce and he starting dating about 45 seconds after she moved out. I'm not judging him. He was ready to move on and...well...he did. He started dating his current girlfriend in March.

Here's the story they told last Sunday.

She had a trip to Paris scheduled with her girlfriends before she ever met him. He made contact with one of the friends and set it up that they would bring her to the top of the Eiffel Tower on the last day of their trip. He surprised her there and proposed. He also contacted her employer and scheduled an additional week of vacation for her so that the two of them could celebrate their engagement with another week in Paris.

At this point, your reaction is either:

1) That is the most romantic story ever I have ever heard. (This was the reaction of 90 % of my Sunday School Class. I thought some of them were gonna actually swoon.)

or


2) W.T.F?!? ( This was my reaction)

Look, I wish these two nothing but happiness and the state of their relationship is really none of my business.

But...

Just imagine, for a second, if that situation were reversed. Imagine that after dating for two months, she had made arrangements with his friends and employer. Imagine that she had proposed marriage. Now imagine how his buddies would have reacted to that little scenario.

Kids, I can assure you that she would not have drawn the admiration of the Baptists with that deal.

Dear ridiculous photoshopping advertisers,

Clive Owen doesn't need your help. His wrinkles and imperfections only serve to make him hotter. I mean, seriously, could you not just eat him with a spoon?



So it really is not necessary for you to use the magical airbrush to alter his appearance. Unless, of course, this Lancome product does, in fact, have the ability to remove every nuance of character from a man's face. In which case, this ad is perfect.

Quoted

“Not only do I want a president who is better than me, I want someone who is embarrassingly superior to me."

-Jon Stewart

Because ...

I needed more reasons to cry like a girl while hearing this song.

Linkys

Lately, I've had a lot more 'down-time' at work. Since the actual amount of work I am required to do hasn't actually changed, I can only assume that I'm ignoring something very important that will soon come back to bite me in the ass.

Nevertheless, I have discovered a few websites that help alleviate my current occupational malaise.

The ridiculous Democratic primary has almost eradicated my love of politics. I expect that love to be reignited sometime this summer but, until then, this will be my favorite election blog.

I also have developed a weird obsession with the economy and the housing crisis. So I read here, here and here daily.

Food porn. 'Nuff said.

And finally...my new favorite. The Pioneer Woman.

The thing is...I don't have that many friends.
"Impossible!" you say.
I know.
I'm friggin delightful.
It just doesn't make sense does it?

The truth is I have a few really good friends and an overwhelming number of people I am 'friendly' with. But I think I was so busy having babies, cooking, vacuuming and, apparently, making my ex-husband miserable that I didn't take the time to cultivate any new relationships.

And now I find myself in a crazy, online, one-sided friendship. You see, my real BFFs all have husbands, homes, jobs and kids. It's rare that we ever get to spend lots of time talking these days. But my pioneer woman is always available, especially when I'm bored at work. She lives on a ranch, she cooks, she takes pictures. What's not to love? And when I say 'love', I mean admire in a non-stalker kind of way.

Mi familia

This past Sunday, my aunt, uncle and two of my cousins were baptized. When it was all said and done, my family took up two entire rows in the church. As I looked around at them all, I admit I became a little emotional because I realized that what we lack in sanity and social grace, we make up for in volume.

Less Filling!

In honor of Cinco de Mayo, I present:




the girls in front of a neon beer sign.