Dirty Laundry

Very funny quote.  Even funnier website. 

 
"What good does it do to know that Joe and Jane are married?  The news we really need is who's breaking up - so we can go and console and hit on them."  (Flint Wainess, co-creator of
BreakUpNews as quoted in Newsweek's article  Till Blog Do Us Part.

 
On the same topic, (even though the connection will not be quite apparent to most,) I went to adoration last week.  No, the surprise isn't that I went to adoration, (I know, I do seem to be the fallen angel everyone takes me as, but really, I've got at least a sixteenth of my halo left,) but it was who I saw up at church that came as the surprise.  I found myself engaging in conversation with this character, for half an hour of (precious) adoration time.  It still amazes me that when I'm going to all of these church functions, hanging out with (most) all of the right people, and (mostly) attempting to be (somewhat) holy, it's the little encounters like this that remind me of God's presence in my life.  I didn't need to meet up with this person.  I had actually gotten used to not speaking with him, and was positive I had burned the bridge quite thoroughly.   But having that half an hour of conversation - the basic topics, the basic questions, nothing deep or even personal - reminded me that God still watches and knows what is important to me. 

There is no bridge burned that God can not repair.  From ashes we will rise. 

(Now enough of my chattering, go laugh your ass off and read some breakup stories.  We should do a group vote, see if I should submit all of my horrors.....) 

 

Memo:

Memo:
 
Don't ever tell me about the "amazing" asses of other girls.
 
Don't ever accuse me of "looking at the guys' junk in their spandex."
 
EVER.
 
Now does the world understand why some women are destined to be single-ites?  They meet men like this. 
 
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I'm writing a book. 
 
This has a very good chance of being in it.

This is Your Life

This is your life
Are you who you want to be?
This is your life
Is it everything you've dreamed it would be,
When the world was younger
and you had everything to lose.

(Switchfoot, "This is Your Life")

Happy Birthday Blog.

Let's Face the Music and Dance

Why is it that once your boyfriend/ex-boyfriend/boyfriend/guy you spent five years mooning over/ex-boyfriend/boyfriend breaks up with you for the FINAL time and promises to be your best friend it almost always ends up being a lie?

Let's face the music and dance.

Newsweek's cover article this week was about women and infidelity. "The New Infidelity." (Scroll down.) Breaking statistics on how the number of women who cheat during a marriage is rising, almost matching the number of men who cheat.

My favorite part is "Confessions of a Personal Trainer." Some jackass who thought it was completely okay to sleep with fourty or fifty married women. He can't even remember, or care to say, how many women. He believes he was making them "feel good." Yeah.

I think what bothers me most is that one or two sentences, out of pages of article, actually mention why the women began cheating. Instead, it focuses on where to find the men who will lower their standards and sleep with a married woman. It talks about how to protect the children. It takes something immoral, wrong, and stupid, and makes it commonplace. Something "everyone" does. Part of society's norms.

In the editoral section a woman wrote in complaining that Spiderman2 made the cover article of last week's Newsweek. She complained that out of all the events going on in our world last week, a movie release of a kid's comic book hero was most important to Newsweek.

Perhaps she should reconsider. I'd rather read a story about a not-so-super hero than be disgraced to read about how to find a man who will cheat with me, or the chat room I can go to if I'm lonely and my "hubby" is working late.

Sigh.

Monster

Tonight's movie, (which became tomorrow's because I was distracted,) said, quote:

"Rated R for strong violence and sexual content, and for pervasive language."

Pervasive reads in Webster as "something that pervades." (Didn't Webster learn in second grade not to use the word, or a form of the word, in it's definition??)

Pervade.

That explains the language in tonight's movie now doesn't it?

Bartleby says that to pervade something you permeate it. How does language permeate something? I'm not quite sure.

Bad is a much better choice. While quite elementary, when using it to describe the language in an R rated film, the definition matches. The language in the film is poor, or unfavorable. Not permeating. All of the synonyms given match what you are trying to express.

Perhaps I should send the rating peoples a dictionary.

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Story time.

I went out tonight, on a date I suppose. My friend Kimberly's brother called a few weeks ago, wanting to hang out. Knowing my past with brothers, I asked Kimberly's permission, and made sure it was a platonic outing.

I'm sittin on my front steps waiting for him to pull up since I was a bit worried he would ring the bell and meet my father. (Who has scared every guy since my first boyfriend in sixth grade.) I ended up getting nervous. It wasn't even a real date and I had a jittery stomach. I see why people get married. Dating sucks.

We ended up going put-putting and got ice cream. Our evening only lasted an hour, and I soon became uncomfortable, even though I was having a wonderful time. Hopefully next outing will last two hours.

I can't imagine the poor guy who one day will ask me out on a real date. Could last five minutes before I flee.

I return to find my sister and her friend hanging out in the den. Andrea starts asking me about her ex-boyfriend, and the new guy she's seeing. I sat there and gave her advice, the whole time wondering how qualified I was. I suppose my dating advice should come with a warning.

If I could see my future, I think I'd see many nights home alone.

Perhaps I should by a cat.

(I think I'd hate a cat more than a guy.)

Anger Management

Perhaps I should apologize for taking a un-notified hiatus. Perhaps not.

I realized somewhere pre-hiatus that I no longer had an opinion worth writing about. My stories no longer seemed funny, my days dull. My opinion usually someone else's, verbatim.

Today, I have an opinion. I also have a story.


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Kel and I did movie night tonight. Did you ever wonder why on the back of Blockbuster movie boxes, (specifically under the section about the movies rating,) it says "contains strong language?" Why strong? I didn't find a suitable definition. It's almost as if saying it was "bad" language broke some secret code or crossed the church-state line. As if terming language as "bad" therefore made it immoral, which would clearly make the rating-people not politically correct. Which in itself seems somewhat not PC.

Which brings me to my other opinion. Church, church friends, and the Steubenville cult. At dinner the other night with a large group of church friends and two FUS students, (not including me, the ex-FUS-er,) we began discussing one of the teens in the youth group. She had applied to Franciscan and was, lets say, not seemingly cut out for the life on the Hill, which for her, begins this fall. The rumor was that she had designated Ashland as her transfer school for winter semester, believing things wouldn't go as planned at FU. Now, granted, while I pretty much can guarantee that things will not go as planned, I do believe in giving it a month before you choose a transfer school. Which was the general opinion of the table. This young lady, by bringing a car first semester and choosing a second school pre-FUS was already handing in her transfer application. I thought that I would add colorfully to the conversation, considering I had done what she was thinking to do.

Until I became speechless. Quite hard for someone like myself to be rendered silent.

One of the gentlemen at the table, a student at FUS currently, well, Bryan, decided to open his mouth and say that "only the strong survive at Franciscan. The weak leave, the weak don't survive."

Before I knew it, everyone at the table was shaking their heads in agreement and adding their similar opinion.

I don't remember much after that. I believe my glare brought about a "oh, no offense," which always seems to mean that they know they are being offensive and don't have much respect to apologize properly.

What's worse is that no one defended me. No one called me strong, or even through out a flimsy excuse like "FUS isn't for everyone." Nothing.

Perhaps I should have voiced my opinion. That perhaps it wasn't strong to stay in on the Hill, where all the challenges are within the bubble parameters. Perhaps you can be strong by going to a college where everyone is NOT Catholic. Where you can make friends with an atheist, explain your religion to a Baptist, and perhaps fall in love with a Christian.

There could be two kinds of strong in this world. There could be just one. Whichever the case, I refuse to be called weak.

May the strong survive, and the weak, be made to apologize.