Men and women should be treated equally, right? Women have been increasingly become less feminine: they play football and they go out and drink beer. What happened to pantyhose and heels? Women aren’t all princesses in pink and polished nails, any more. Or are they?
Check out the back of these soap bottles:
Dove Body Wash for women
Apparently, women still like to smell like flowers and men are more into playing smack down with their body odor.
Suddenly the whole world is British again. I thought that we broke away from British rule a couple of years ago during that Revolutionary War thing. Maybe I am remembering wrong.
The headlines in British and American newspapers are announcing that “Royal Watchers are Royally Waiting as the Royal Duchess is in Royal Labour About to Give Royal Birth to a Royal Baby.”
I’m sorry, what? Since when can you royally wait? What is royal labour? And why are we putting the “u” back in labor? (Even my spell check is going crazy with red squiggly lines as I type labour.)
Come on America. We’ve progressed so far. At one point in time we did write labour, but now, we’ve shortened you to u. “That’s really funny” has been shortened to three little letters – lol – and “You’re a hot mess and you need to get your act together” is just SMH. So why, my fellow Americans, are we regressing to those more complicated times? Why can’t we continue to be ridiculously lazy?
In all seriousness, congratulations to Will and Kate on their new family. I wish for a safe delivery for mom and baby and I look forward to the announcement of the birth.
In case you haven’t figured this out about me, I’m kind of a nut when it comes to music. “Guess The Next Single Off Of This Album” and “Name The Artist” are among my favorite games to play.
Yesterday I had a bit of free time so I was catching up on my Rolling Stone magazines when I cam across a review of John Fogerty’s new album “Wrote A Song For Everyone.” Many of the names of the artists with whom he sings intrigued me – Keith Urban, Foo Fighters, Bob Seger.
I know I am a little late to learn about this album and I am going to blame that on all of the homework that comes with working on your master’s degree.
Anyhow, fate was on my side today. I was reading about that album yesterday and what album do you think my mom’s boss let her borrow today.
I think you guessed it!
Let me tell you what happened when my dad put it on his fancy speakers:
My ear grew little, tiny hands and started pickaxing my ear canals to widen them so that I could hear the whole song at once and take in all of the amazing-ness that is this album. I can tell you that this album is going to be on repeat in my car (where my fancy speakers are) for the next couple of years.
I give this album 19 out of 5 stars. The only disappointment was Jennifer Hudson’s version of “Proud Mary.” She’s definitely not Tina.
Long story short, go out and buy it…or download it on iTunes. Just consume it.
The Warped Tour is in town today. The buses of unknown, well-known and up-and-coming punks line the perimeter of the concert venue. Inside of the buses, the rockers and rollers epitomize a culture of people who hate on the popular crowd. Outside, miniature Avril Lavignes circa 2002 roam the streets with their long-boarding boyfriends as they wait for the concert gates to open. Yeah, you thought you were different, but that culture and style is older than you are.
Please don’t get me wrong, I probably like many of the bands playing today. I just get a kick out of all the punk rocker teens and how they stay the same year after year after year.
Yesterday I was driving back and forth between my aunt’s house and my own house yesterday while taking care of some business. On the way to my aunt’s house the first time, I drove past a runner who looked a lot like my cousin. Since he was running the same way I was driving, I glanced back at him as I passed and concluded that he was indeed my cousin. On the way back home, I saw a runner who, I thought, was the same runner; they were wearing the same running clothes.
I honked my horn and waved. He looked at me with utter confusion and tentatively waved back.
Needless to say, it was not my cousin. You should realize that I have a very recognizable car. The Washington sports teams stickers on the back coupled with the Snoopy stickers on the side make it very identifiable.
Almost as soon as I got home, I needed to go back to my aunt’s house. My running buddy was on his way back now and as I passed, my car seemed to slow down to 5 miles an hour and he was almost at a standstill. It was dreadfully painful watching him – who was obviously getting creepy vibes from me at this point – watch me.
I had to pass the guy one more time. I was on my way home and nearing my house…and so was he. So as I passed him for the third time, I had to start pulling my car to the side of the road to parallel park. I can only imagine how terrified he was at this point.
Do I feel bad? No I don’t. Why? Because of the countless summer days when I would run down the same road in running shorts and a tank top and would get honked at several times by boys in cars with their windows down. Sometimes you want to run to clear your head from crazy thoughts and all that gawking does nothing to improve your mental health.
Confusion happens and when your family is as big as mine, you start thinking that they are everywhere.
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