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I feel like crap. I'll be back when my eyeballs stop pulsing and my sinuses don't feel like they're going to explode.
Here's a few posts I read over the weekend that have stuck with me:
Casey talks about self acceptance, inner demons and doughnuts.
Kelly from Don Mills Diva challenges us to stand up to journalists and "mainstream" media and force them to take bloggers and their writing seriously.
Bakerella does it again with a stunning Valentine's Day box.
Have you ever been in a situation that reminded you of someone you know, at a totally inappropriate moment? That happened to me today when I thought about Bejewell.
I went for an ultrasound this morning (no, not that kind!). When I got into the exam room, the tech told me my doctor ordered two different scans, one abdominal and one v@ginal. Yippee! If you've never had an internal ultrasound, the wand is like a vibrat@r for newbies only not nearly as fun.
So, after the outside ultrasound, I had to use the loo so as not to pee on the table for the internal exam. I got undressed, stretched out, and the tech smeared me up. (Side note: sincere thanks to whomever designed the gel warmer thingy.) Despite being female and having the same ladyparts, she couldn't find the, um, entrance and I had to insert the wand myself. Yeah, I know!
I'm staring at the ceiling while the tech is moving the wand around. Left, right, up and down like a vajajay joystick. Despite having an empty bladder, my discomfort is growing and I'm sure my uterus and ovaries were all, "the hell?" And the more the tech stirs my innards the more pressure I feel until I'm scared I might toot. Which made me think of the "musical fruit" song from when we were kids, and that made me think of Beej.
Which? Totally made me want to laugh. But I couldn't because I was worried the muscle contractions would force the joystick out AND make me toot. So I had to try and hold in my laughter and gas at the same time which, let me tell you, was not easy.Now that I have embarrassed myself and potentially lost a friend, it's your turn! Where have you been that made you think of someone even though the circumstances had zero to do with the person?
One of my favorite movies of all time is True Romance. I don’t think it made huge box office dollars (at least by today’s standards) but I don’t know anyone who’s seen it who hasn’t liked it. It has an incredible cast and was written by Quentin Tarantino (Brad Pitt is freakin’ hilarious! and Val Kilmer has a split second cameo).
In college (November 1995), I used this movie to write a paper. The topic was Gender Analysis in the Movie True Romance. I took the stance that even though Patricia Arquette’s character, Alabama, gets the stuffing beat out of her, she’s no Cinderella waiting for and needing a man to rescue her as many female leads seemed to do. She thinks on her feet, improvises and turns the tables on the bad guys.
She doesn’t need Clarence (Christian Slater) to say, “now honey, when we walk in, let me do the talking and follow my lead.” No sir. She totally holds her own, gives as much as she takes (if not more!) and in the end it’s she who saves the day, rescues her man and rides them off into the sunset. Arquette kicks some serious ass in this movie and it’s why I love her today.
The writing and acting in this movie are phenomenal. Did I mention the spectacular cast? This is definitely a move to watch after the kids are asleep (or better, staying at Gramma’s).For more movies, head over to Daily Mish Mash. There are prizes!
My friend Laurie at Tip Junkie will be celebrating her 1-year blogversary by giving prizes to all of you! For 20 days! Hop on over for all the details then mark your calendars. Giveaways start this Monday, June 30th.
But not from me! I've been trying to get Drama Dad to buy one of these from Costco for a long time. With the money we've spent renting them, we could have bought one by now! 
This would go over really well in our neighborhood. I'm shamelessly admitting that my inner Bree Van de Kamp wants ours to be "the cool house" on the block. Enter the contest at The Secret is in the Sauce.
These are two things I've come across on the web that have stuck with me this week. Did you hear about the 17 high school girls in Massachusets who made a PACT to get pregnant?! And one of the fathers is a HOMELESS man! Where are their parents? School officials say that 4 pregnancies is "normal" for the school. What the heck are kids learning today about relationships, sex and contraception? Obviously nothing at this school. The Blogess wrote a great post on this.Mommy's Martini had her son tell her that the teacher's at his preschool told another little boy, Ethan, that he "cried like a girl" and they were going to have to "change his name to Esther" if he kept on doing it. That type of ridicule coming from an educator (aimed at 4 year olds no less!) is irresponsible to say the least. We look to the other adults in our children's lives to be role models and to support and uphold the values we teach at home, not undermine them with insulting, gender stereotyping comments. Head on over and offer her your advice on how to handle the situation.*Today is the last day to win the discounted blog makeover, Starbucks and Target gift cards in my contest.
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