Thursday, December 11, 2008

Red to Pink

She has the same scarf (lovingly knitted by her Aunt Heather), but baby-sized. She loves mine. She uses it as a blanket for her baby doll. She walks around the house with it. She trips over it.
I took this picure because I thought she looked so cute. But, now I realize that there are just WAY too many shades of pink in this photo!
It really doesn't get any better than this right here.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Savage Love

While fulfilling my thrice weekly obligation at the gym, I listened to the newest episode of Savage Lovecast. If you have yet to embrace Dan Savage in podcast form, start downloading now. I used to read his column in Salon, but now I get all the tips, indulge my inner gossip and hear the filthy language for free!
I find myself agreeing with him more and more. He is acutely tuned into the psychodrama of both hetero and homo couplings, he has a brilliant bullshit meter, and he uses plain, frank language to describe various instruments of doom. Moreover, he is great at making anal sex sound like fun.
I think his advice for hetero couples is as good as his offerings to his comrades in gay relationships.
Hip Hip Hooray.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Where the Rubber Meets the Road

We have reached critical mass here, people. I need to whip my body into shape. I hate being so fat and giggly. While my mind is still expanding and contracting from all the great stuff I learned about at the NASHP conference these past 3 days, the every-two-hour feeding frenzy they had us on was crazy. Tampa re-energized me for work. But, I must have gained 5 pounds. Seriously. It was breakfast, break, lunch, break, dinner: for 3 days.

And, I drank 3 nights in a row...which hasn't been done by this cowgirl in many years. Plus, they served a desert at each meal. It was 7 layer bars one lunch, tarts at dinner, key lime pie the next dinner, and pound cake with whipped cream and berries at the final luncheon. Holy Christ - I was freaking out like Augustus Gloop in the Chocolate Factory. I tore it up. I considered eating the ones on my table where nobody was sitting. That damned tart was tasty. And, at each lunch we had these homemade potato chips. Damn, damn , damn! Damn all the [chips] that ever were. (Sorry Lorraine Hansberry.)

Ok, enough. I will spare you more confessions of a junk food junkie. But, I am going to be that girl...the one you see walking with a skirt and tennis shoes on her 15 minute break. New Balance...Start Walking. I have the tube socks ready.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

To Thong or Not to Thong

I have been invited, and accepted invitation, to a Bridal Shower. I have hung with said Bride 2 Be twice. She seems intelligent and sassy and fun. Her Future Hubby is a school friend of my betrothed. He seems equally funny and interesting and not at all an asshole. As a couple, they are all the things I would want in a new set of friends if I had time to incorporate new peeps into my life. I don't even get to see the peeps I already have!

But, back to Bridal Shower woes 2008. Since I don't really know her, I can't secure the obligatory crotchless panties and nipple pasties. I am stuck. I don't want to cop out and get a wedding gift off the registry. Likewise, I don't want to spend $50 on her shower gift if we still have to get a wedding present. So...what gift do you buy a Bride if you don't know if she is more black lace or pink ruffles? Tradition be dammed...I need some ideas.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Who will save the day?

It occurred to me yesterday morning that McCain/Palin have a real shot at winning in 49 days. I thought the SNL parody of Palin and Clinton was brilliant and hilarious. It used broad-sweeping metaphor and satire to characterize both women. What I am hearing on the tube is that those that liked Palin like her even more after Tina Fey made a farce of her comments and rhetoric. But more frightening than that is this: some women who may have been on the fence are now Palin-ites! Whoa. Scary.

I don't think I can take 4 more years of a conservative administration. I am not positive that I could stomach it. Who will dig us out? I don't think Obama can save us from ourselves, but I am hoping that he can begin the repair.
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Boy, am I glad that I have Captain America in my corner. The rest of you are on your own.

Monday, September 8, 2008

Where there is friendship, there is Scrabble

I am not sure how to begin stamping out this blog. I am assured that only a smattering of friends and family will even care about what I post. But, I open with an olive branch to a few, more seasoned, bloggers in my crew.

While others here will lure you with awesome Scrabble scores, I submit this board as evidence of a past game. It was a light game, played with no less than a bottle of red zin.

Back to "The Blog":

How in the heck do you get this ball rolling? How much and how true should you be when all the world can access your words?

Should one go commando while blogging or maintain a little mystery?