For approximately six months the clock above my closet has been an hour off. My little way of stickin it to The Man. Sure, it has screwed me up occasionally on days that were a little slow, because I could never quite remember if it was an hour fast or an hour slow. However, most of my days are full enough that it is the minute hand that matters, not the hour.
I can't even describe the pride that washed over me today when I got up for church and realized that I had won. My clock is now right again. It's the little victories that matter.
Most of my (non)dating life can be summed up here.
So when this little gem made it my way a few days ago, I've gotta say, I had very mixed feelings.
Like Maury said, it boils down to the age old debate of, "Do I settle and get married, or wait for Prince Charming and die alone?"I don't fancy myself overly optimistic, but this still made me feel like I had been kicked in the stomach. I read with an eye for satire, but I think that she was serious. And that really scares me.
I understand the premise of her thoughts, many people are destined to be single due to their misconceptions about what 'love' is and what marriage is supposed to be. Beyond that, I have decided that chick is a FREAKING LOON.
Being one who has an idea about the Plan, I REFUSE to believe that this lady is onto anything that even remotely resembles the right track. She has some good points. Love isn't always going to be fireworks, wine and roses. False expectations lead many to unhappiness, but I really don't think that she has struck the right balance between mature compromise and settling for whatever is available. That being said, I have a really hard time believing that the reason I am single is because I have set the bar TOO high.
Another idea that I jump on board whole-heartedly with is how very obnoxious it is to be told how lucky I am to be single. Yeah, yeah,I know that I have had many opportunities for travel and education that would have never come about had I been married. Don't get me wrong, I am grateful for each and every one of them, but give it a rest!
For 1) that's kind of patronizing and 2) it's crap. Do you really think that my vacation pictures are, in any way, a fair trade for a family and posterity? Super cool vacations only keep you warm at night for so long. (And really- if your husbands are so terrible, leave them....send them along my way. Especially if they're hot!)
I don't think that the picture is as bleak as she has painted it. I don't think that it is nearly as black and white as she would have us believe. If I ever plan on sleeping again, I am going to have to tell myself that there are many shades of grey being ignored here. If that doesn't work, I'll just pop another ambien or two.
Anyhow-If this is what kicks her skirt up, then good for her. I guess. I just wonder how she plans on selling her package to perspective suitors.
"Hey, Mr. Just Barely Good Enough, I've got nothing better goin' on. Why not just get married so we each have someone legally bound to keep our household pets from feasting on our rotting flesh?"
Who on earth would sign on for that? Would you marry someone if you knew you were just their Mr/Miss Good Enough?
Sell your crazy elsewhere. I'm all stocked up here.
I saw this on a friends web page and I have been mesmerized by it ever since.
As I am one of the least hip people on the planet, I have no idea who it is. That doesn't stop me from loving it to tiny bits and pieces. His voice is amazing. He sounds so vulnerable, so personal. I almost feel awkward watching, like I am intruding.
Anyhow- watch and enjoy. Then tell Joanna thank you!
I let the Tech Nazi's take my computer today to update some software....thieving rat bastards deleted my I-tunes. How do they know Carly Simon, Jon BonJovi, Ludacris and Death Cab for Cutie aren't integral to my students learning?
I realize now that the runner up to Grand Fear Numero Uno is grating my fingers/knuckles with a peeler.
On Sunday, while making this delectable little treat, I did that very thing. It was probably God's way of telling me that I had no business making these twice, in as many day's....but I didn't let that little set back detour me.
However, Wednesday, three days later, my finger still throbs as a testament to the evils of gluttony.
If any of you have a spare copy of 'How to Win Friends and Influence People' lying around, you may need to send it my way. I gotta say, I have been doing a piss poor job at getting along with people as of late. There has been much of jumping down peoples throats, biting heads off, etc. Children don't walk past my house...THEY RUN. Fine, I exaggerate, a little. But you get the general idea.
I can pin down a few of the reasons behind my prickly pear exterior, but nevertheless, I am in need of a real attitude adjustment. (That's not really a request for you to tell me what I should or should not be doing....just me thinking as I type.) I just seem to lack the energy required to maintain a good attitude.
I should probably just commit and get myself some sparkly red shoes. I like red. And sparkles. And flying monkeys to do my bidding would probably make my life exponentially mo-bettah. So that's what I'm looking into.
I think my professor might be. As I have mentioned before, one of my semester long assignments is to observe and keep a moon journal. I feel compelled to mock this assignment on a number of levels. I guess it is supposed to hone our powers of observation or some such nonsense.
Seriously, and if she was such a keen observer, she would have noticed that she put 4of the biggest jokers in the same group. Admittedly, we have had a good time with this nonsense. Last week, we got chastised for not taking our assignment as seriously as she would like.
Worst part...we were actually working and discussing the moon when she yelled at us! I am overwhelmed with righteous indignation.
