because:
a) I didn’t want to write the ‘despite my mother-in-laws best efforts, we’re still married’ post.
b) I’m a super important person who has been busy, busy busy.
c) Aliens (and I’m not talking the illegal kind) have taken over my mind.
d) Jesus came and you missed it. Tough luck.
e) I drank Irish Whiskey with Paolo Nutini’s band and…
f) I’m in rehab.
e) All of the above.
Which do YOU think is true?
Today is my tenth wedding anniversary to D. Yeah.
What’s cool is that despite all the problems, trouble, restlessness, and whatever that comes in ten years of marriage and sixteen years of being together, we still enjoy each other’s company.
Something to smile about.
“I can’t understand what anyone is saying,” D. said at our first break. We spent the weekend at a Spanish Intensive – all day Saturday and all day Sunday, we learned, spoke, wrote Spanish.
“Why do you think that is? You’re Spanish is really good.”
“I can understand Bill…,” he says, “and Robert, but I can’t understand anyone else. I can’t understand the other teachers either.”
“You understand the male teacher and the other male student. But you don’t understand the women?” I ask.
“I guess so,” he says.
“How is that different from any other time?” I ask.
He turns to me, his eyes squinting at the logic, and nods.
“It’s not.”
I laughed.
I just heard this song, “Jesus Christ” by Brand New. It’s… moving.
Listen here or watch them perform it live on David Letterman.
What do you think?
“I mean, every male secretly wants to have sex with Brad Pitt, but that’s a given.”
- Adam Levine, Maroon 5 singer, in The Advocate
As your diligent reporter, I took it upon myself to ask the men in my life if Adam was right. Does every male secretly want to have sex with Brad Pitt??
Here’s some responses:
While I continue my pursuit of this question, I am wondering what you think?
Yesterday was mother’s day. I’m certain you knew that.
I never had a mother. The woman who brought me into the world is an alcoholic and a schizophrenic. The year I was born, she was very ill. It’s possible that the strain of three children, her addiction, my father’s financial losses, her mother’s death or fill in the blank, exacerbated the situation. For whatever reason, she was completely nuts, tried to kill me a couple times, and needless to say, wasn’t exactly motherly. In fact, she believes that most of this was my fault and thus, never liked me.
But this post isn’t about her because really who cares? To a certain extent, when your mother’s actually crazy? You’re lucky if she doesn’t like you.
While I never received mothering from my biological mother, there are a number of women who have, over the years adopted me. I wanted to talk about them, my mothers.
The first mother I had was a heroin addict prostitute that took care of me when we lived in Reno. I know, it sounds awful. But she was wonderful. She loved me in a fierce way that spurred me on in life and, in my darkest hours, I can hear her cheering for me. She believed in me. She believed that I could overcome everything that was going on and become something. She killed herself when I was about four years old but was never able to kill the fire her love lit inside of me.
I had a variety of mothers in the time that I lived in California. Friend’s mothers stepped in over and over again to make sure I was fed and clothed. Teachers tried to encourage my biological mother to care for me. The neighbor lady taught me to cook. One of my grandfather’s wives (he had ten) taught me to needlepoint. One after another, they came loved me, then as I moved on, they did as well.
I dated a boy from the time I was seventeen until I was twenty-seven years old. We grew up together and his mother took care of us both. She is the most loving person I have ever met. Over and over again, she reached out to me with kindness and love. She even went toe to toe with my biological mother once.
I’ve been told that T. was my nanny in a past life. I met her at one of those awful meetings where everyone is trying to impress each other. She believes that one person can make a difference in this world. Thus, she has worked every day to make a difference in the world. She’s amazing. She calls me to remind me to take care of myself. She worries about me when I’m not doing well. She loves me. Maybe she shouldn’t but she does anyway. I’m blessed to know her.
My other mother lives in Cincinnati. She’s really struggled in life, yet remains incredibly positive, hopeful and inspiring. She always has a cheery word, and a quirky saying, to remind me that I can do it. Her honestly and spunk help me to believe that any dream is possible. And every single day, she thinks of me, writes me a little note, and spurs me along. There’s no reason for her to help me, none at all. Yet she does, every day.
Most people only get one mother. I’ve had literally hundreds. And I’m blessed for it.
I think the day after mother’s day should be surrogate mother’s day. Today I celebrate all the women who loved me, nurtured me, then sent me on my way trusting that the road would provide the next loving woman to help me along the way.
Who were your surrogate mothers? How did they help you on your journey?
I read an article (which I cannot find now) which stated that when a man meets a woman, he visualizes having sex with her. But when a woman meets a man, she visualizes kissing him.
I thought this was, well, weird, because I’m a woman and I’ve never visualized kissing anyone. Ever.
So I started thinking about it. And this is what I came up with.
You know all that stuff about what women want in a partner? Oh come on, you’ve read it. Women want a kind, considerate partner. Women want understanding not fixing. Women want a polite partner who opens doors for them, says “thank you” and “please”. You know that stuff?
Well, the truth is that these are the requirements for great sex.
While a man might take one look at a woman and know how it’s all going to, shall we say, work out. Women are interested in having fun, relating, and possibly building something special. A considerate, kind person is a great lover. A polite person isn’t selfish in bed. And being understood? (She smiles sheepishly.) That’s what it’s all about.
What do you think?
Full power was restored to the Northern Ireland Assembly today, May 8, 2007.
I believe that peace is possible for Northern Ireland. If you haven’t read about this, check it out. Both sides, for the first time ever, gave in for the promise of peace. Not just the Irish. Not just the Ulster. Both sides.
I believe that peace is possible for Northern Ireland.
Yay!
I wasn’t able to add the video link to the comments on “Lose Weight!”. Check out this video. It will blow your mind. Or this one – Playboy evolution by Photoshop.
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