I have needed a haircut for months. The last haircut I got was b-a-d, but I didn't have the time or money to get it fixed so I just let my hair keep growing and growing and growing. My husband wants me to keep my hair longer, even though I look bad with long hair. Go figure. So I have been searching and searching and searching for a long-ish haircut that I thought might work for me and I finally found one. I had high hopes. It looked so cute on the girl in the picture.
Somehow I ended up looking like this. Except not as cute.
I may think I love you, but I know I definitely hate the haircut.
Monday, January 30, 2006
Dreamers
Poll finds men want Alba as Girlfriend. All I can say is, good luck, guys. You're going to need it.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Random Thoughts
I could be wrong, but I think this whole situation is going to get a lot worse before it gets better.
If you have been following the whole Joel Stein debacle, read this. Ouch. Also this (HT: Carol Platt Liebau).
This man was our president for eight years. What were we thinking?
This article gives me hope. Just say no to Hillary.
If you have been following the whole Joel Stein debacle, read this. Ouch. Also this (HT: Carol Platt Liebau).
This man was our president for eight years. What were we thinking?
This article gives me hope. Just say no to Hillary.
Happy Birthday, Dad!
Today is my Dad's birthday. He would have been 64. But instead of celebrating with him, all I can do is celebrate having had him in my life for as long as I did. It truly is a miracle my Dad made it to 58, so I shouldn't be greedy and wish that he had made it even longer. But I am greedy and I do wish it.
My Dad is one of my heroes. He was imperfect, but so good. And he loved his God, his wife and his children and grandchildren with everything he had in him. If all men were like my Dad, the world would be a much better place. And he would agree wholeheartedly with me that if all women were like my Mom, we would have heaven here on earth. I am so grateful for my parents. Look at them. Aren't they adorable?
Friday, January 27, 2006
The Force is with Me
I have needed to do laundry for about a week. I have nothing comfortable I can change into when I come home from work. So lately I have been wearing my husband's jeans and they're not baggy on me -- not really. I even wore them to a Pampered Chef party last night. Now whereas most husbands would be a little horrified to find that their wives fit into their pants, my husband finds it sexy when I wear his jeans.
I think I have the force. I am pretty sure I used a Jedi mind trick on my husband so he thinks I look like this instead of like this.
I think I have the force. I am pretty sure I used a Jedi mind trick on my husband so he thinks I look like this instead of like this.
I have a confession to make
I am terrible at making friends. The reasons for this are numerous, but it basically boils down to the fact that I am a terribly insecure person. When I tell people it's hard for me to make friends and talk to people I don't know, they usually don't believe me. But people who have known me long enough to see me sit in a corner in a room full of people on numerous occasions know that this is true. The problem is much worse in situations where I feel like friend-making is expected. So basically, every Sunday at church is an exercise in trying to overcome my fear of being humiliated and rejected -- an exercise at which I am constantly failing.
Which is why tonight was such a refreshing and rewarding experience. I actually feel like I took a step toward making a friend tonight. I moved here over a year ago and I have not made one single friend. And despite having a great husband who always listens to me and makes time to hang out with me, I have felt lonely and isolated. Women need other women to talk to and relate to. Back in good old Arizona, I had friends, my mom, and my sisters to fulfill that need. Here I just haven't found anyone who I have felt that friend connection with. There are many great and nice people who I chat with from time to time, but there has not been that person who feels . . . like you just fit with them. I don't know, that sounds too romantic and that's not what I mean, but do you get what I am saying? The kind of friend Anne Shirley would call a bosom friend, a kindred spirit.
I went to a Pampered Chef party tonight, which was just not something I wanted to do. I hate leaving again after I come home from work, partly because I am tired, partly because I am missing out on time with my husband and kids again. I really, really didn't want to go tonight because I had a rotten day at work. Some stupid assemblyman who thinks being an elected state official means everyone should treat him like a god got all cranky with me on the phone. My computer was freaking out. My husband did a really dumb thing that made me absolutely furious. I just wanted to come home, put on some pajamas and veg out. But my mother-in-law wanted me to go with her and I told her I would. Plus the food at Pampered Chef parties is usually pretty darn good. So I went.
I sat by a girl I go to church with (who is probably not technically young enough to be considered a girl, but my grandma calls her 80-year old friends girls and I will most likely do the same when I am her age) who I have secretly admired for many months and have wanted to get to know. But being me, I had no idea how to get to know her and was paralyzed by fear every time I thought about starting a conversation with her. About halfway through the evening we somehow just started talking to each other. Turns out she's a blogger and a fledgling (yet clearly talented) web designer and that we actually have some things in common. I had a great time talking with her and her sister. I hope this means that I am on my way to making a friend.
Then again, she may think I am the world's biggest dork (and my only reply to that would be, "guilty as charged") or she may not think anything of it at all. (And hopefully she isn't reading this post thinking I am a complete lunatic.) I may return to my paralytic state the next time I see her. Or worse I may try too hard and act like a total goon. But just for now, I am going to try not to talk myself out of being optimistic. I hope we will be friends. And for now, that hope is enough.
Which is why tonight was such a refreshing and rewarding experience. I actually feel like I took a step toward making a friend tonight. I moved here over a year ago and I have not made one single friend. And despite having a great husband who always listens to me and makes time to hang out with me, I have felt lonely and isolated. Women need other women to talk to and relate to. Back in good old Arizona, I had friends, my mom, and my sisters to fulfill that need. Here I just haven't found anyone who I have felt that friend connection with. There are many great and nice people who I chat with from time to time, but there has not been that person who feels . . . like you just fit with them. I don't know, that sounds too romantic and that's not what I mean, but do you get what I am saying? The kind of friend Anne Shirley would call a bosom friend, a kindred spirit.
I went to a Pampered Chef party tonight, which was just not something I wanted to do. I hate leaving again after I come home from work, partly because I am tired, partly because I am missing out on time with my husband and kids again. I really, really didn't want to go tonight because I had a rotten day at work. Some stupid assemblyman who thinks being an elected state official means everyone should treat him like a god got all cranky with me on the phone. My computer was freaking out. My husband did a really dumb thing that made me absolutely furious. I just wanted to come home, put on some pajamas and veg out. But my mother-in-law wanted me to go with her and I told her I would. Plus the food at Pampered Chef parties is usually pretty darn good. So I went.
I sat by a girl I go to church with (who is probably not technically young enough to be considered a girl, but my grandma calls her 80-year old friends girls and I will most likely do the same when I am her age) who I have secretly admired for many months and have wanted to get to know. But being me, I had no idea how to get to know her and was paralyzed by fear every time I thought about starting a conversation with her. About halfway through the evening we somehow just started talking to each other. Turns out she's a blogger and a fledgling (yet clearly talented) web designer and that we actually have some things in common. I had a great time talking with her and her sister. I hope this means that I am on my way to making a friend.
Then again, she may think I am the world's biggest dork (and my only reply to that would be, "guilty as charged") or she may not think anything of it at all. (And hopefully she isn't reading this post thinking I am a complete lunatic.) I may return to my paralytic state the next time I see her. Or worse I may try too hard and act like a total goon. But just for now, I am going to try not to talk myself out of being optimistic. I hope we will be friends. And for now, that hope is enough.
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Good Reads
I have read several good articles lately but don't have time to write about them all here. Instead, I am providing links to them in hopes you will read them yourself. Enjoy.
What would Susan B. Anthony think of all this?
New HofR Leadership
Cost of the Iraq War
Boys in Crisis I
Boys in Crisis II
Information about the NSA "scandal" you won't get from the MSM
What would Susan B. Anthony think of all this?
New HofR Leadership
Cost of the Iraq War
Boys in Crisis I
Boys in Crisis II
Information about the NSA "scandal" you won't get from the MSM
Greatest Love Story of All Time
One of my favorite people posed a question today to her family and friends that I think is worth answering here: What is the greatest love story of all time?
I am going to change the question a little bit, however to what is my favorite fictional love story of all time. That seems much easier and less dangerous to answer. For me, the answer undoubtedly is the love story of Elizabeth Bennett and Fitzwilliam Darcy in Pride and Prejudice.
Elizabeth and Darcy are highly principled, moral people before they meet, but are also mutually improved throughout the book due to their association with one another. Their relationship and interactions force them both to take a more careful look at their character and behavior and to correct some of their flaws. At the same time, they both learn to turn a blind eye to the other one’s shortcomings, which is surely a key ingredient to enduring love. Darcy also sacrifices his own comfort, pride and material possessions in order to save Elizabeth from disgrace, without any intention of letting her know that it was he who had done so. His act was completely selfless, done solely for Elizabeth’s benefit. The icing on the cake is that the book is one of the most joyfully fun reads in the English language.
So what do you think is the greatest love story of all time?
I am going to change the question a little bit, however to what is my favorite fictional love story of all time. That seems much easier and less dangerous to answer. For me, the answer undoubtedly is the love story of Elizabeth Bennett and Fitzwilliam Darcy in Pride and Prejudice.
Elizabeth and Darcy are highly principled, moral people before they meet, but are also mutually improved throughout the book due to their association with one another. Their relationship and interactions force them both to take a more careful look at their character and behavior and to correct some of their flaws. At the same time, they both learn to turn a blind eye to the other one’s shortcomings, which is surely a key ingredient to enduring love. Darcy also sacrifices his own comfort, pride and material possessions in order to save Elizabeth from disgrace, without any intention of letting her know that it was he who had done so. His act was completely selfless, done solely for Elizabeth’s benefit. The icing on the cake is that the book is one of the most joyfully fun reads in the English language.
So what do you think is the greatest love story of all time?
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