Mac: (most recent email, after a near month long attempt at birthday celebration) "You really don’t need to make the cupcakes, seriously. I already feel loved without them."
me: (thought in my head) "I know. But sometimes loving you isn't about you. It's about me."
Sigh.
I'll keep you posted on the cupcakes.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Snowmageddon 2010
So I went to work last Friday till about 11 am. I might go tomorrow. I LOVE Snow! Every 10 minutes I feel convicted and try to pray for people who are sad or stuck or cold or hurt because of snow. But in the in between time. I LOVE it. Honestly. I don't know how to get bored. I can't say that this is my best trait. I wouldn't brag or anything. But I also wouldn't mind being stuck home for bit longer. Mac has had to work 2 of the days I've stayed home (one being today). So I'm trying to account for what I do while he is gone. I lost about 5 hours that last time. Who knows what I did. Perhaps just pondered life's greatest thoughts.
1. Should Betty White be offered the chance to host SNL? ABSO-FREAKING-LUTELY! Yes. I'm an SNL junkie. Yes I'm one of the 3 people left who Tivo every episode. Watch the whole thing. And then point out the highlights to my uninterested hubby, and trapped house guests. I also may or may not have watched 8-9 episodes of Golden Girls each day the months I lived at home right after college graduation. Who knew it came on so much? I did. Last night I told Mac that if I had to count the top 5 days in my life, 1 would be a sum of this snow week, and we all know a 2nd would be the live viewing of SNL attended on my bachelorette weekend in NYC. Mac fears this overshadowed our wedding......moving on :) JK.
2. Do I have a time slot in my life for American Idol? We used to do this AI rotation watch with our friends the Mitchells. We would alternate houses and cook for each other and enjoy what was in the end the battle of the Davids. But the Mitchells moved. And I was introduced to Vampire Diaries (Did you see that Dodge ad at the super bowl? it was meant for Mac. he would already own a new dodge if it weren't for the snow). Either way, we kinda said Idol will not be my Idol and decided to move on. Until Ellen. I was afraid of no more Paula. I knew the show would be canceled with no more Simon. BUT. There is a chance I would watch with only Ellen. You should check it out. If you have like 3 days each week of your life to give to the next "won't ever top Carrie Underwood" Idol.
3. Were the Super Bowl ads better than ever or was it just me? And did I start cheering a lil bit for the Colts? Did everyone? But then was I ok when it was over? Has Carolina bball ruined my sport watching ability? I loved the ads. They were SO much better than they were 8 years ago, when Kara was in the journalism school and had to watch them all for class. My fave was the whale one. The whale in the truck at the bachelor party. I don't know why. I just loved it. I would link you to it, but you would prob say you had a diff fave and I wouldn't blame you. There were so many good ones. We started eating Doritos before the 2nd Q. No joke. And I started cheering for both teams on offense. This made no sense. But I think I did this in the BCS Championship game as well. If I'm being honest. Mac doesn't like to watch football with me anymore. how's that for honesty?
4. Sarah Palin. Do I blame her personally or the Republican party for her glimmer of hope in running for President. A train wreck, that I can't even watch. I don't know who to be disappointed in. But I might just have to throw my name in the hat. Oh to be so over politics and live in their breeding ground. It's confusing. But it doesn't matter. Bc there is soooo much SNOW!!!!!!
I thought about making these all separate posts. To make me seem all blog writery. But I figured if you saw all the thoughts that have been going through my head at one time. You would confirm that 1. I am a girl. and 2. You would never be bored either. Maybe LOST (i love that show). But never bored. Oh yeah. And something about Iran and nuclear weapons. But who would want to sit around thinking about that?
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Watch Out World
I've been trying for months/years to convince my boss that what he doesn't realize is that in my personal life, I'm kind of a big deal. (ha!) That though he sees me as lowly. One day I might be famous. And he will have known me back when.
I also try to convince Mac. Not that I'm famous. But that I should dress the part. Right? Isn't that what they say? Don't dress for the part you have. Dress for the part you want. I think my mom was referring to how I shouldn't wear a strapless dress to work even if it looked ok under a cardigan. Though I clearly use such tricks to justify the initial purchase (All purchases can be justified by total price divided by number of wears.....wearing slightly inappropriate clothes to work, really rocks the ratio...I highly recommend)
Newho. It is because of such theories that late last year I directed Mac to popsugar.com (which he still swears is going to give our Macbook a virus.....as likely as ESPN.com, which I'm pretty sure is hit-up daily)
Exhibit A. Lauren Conrad a la December 2009.
And then today.......
Exhibit B. Lauren Conrad a la February 2010.
I just want you all (read: Mac) to find comfort in the fact that (please don't find comfort in the fact that I notice what Lauren Conrad wears on a daily basis), but rather, if I one day find myself quite famous and owning such a superb coat, I too would wear it lots and be just fine photographed in it often.
I also try to convince Mac. Not that I'm famous. But that I should dress the part. Right? Isn't that what they say? Don't dress for the part you have. Dress for the part you want. I think my mom was referring to how I shouldn't wear a strapless dress to work even if it looked ok under a cardigan. Though I clearly use such tricks to justify the initial purchase (All purchases can be justified by total price divided by number of wears.....wearing slightly inappropriate clothes to work, really rocks the ratio...I highly recommend)
Newho. It is because of such theories that late last year I directed Mac to popsugar.com (which he still swears is going to give our Macbook a virus.....as likely as ESPN.com, which I'm pretty sure is hit-up daily)
Exhibit A. Lauren Conrad a la December 2009.
And then today.......
Exhibit B. Lauren Conrad a la February 2010.
I just want you all (read: Mac) to find comfort in the fact that (please don't find comfort in the fact that I notice what Lauren Conrad wears on a daily basis), but rather, if I one day find myself quite famous and owning such a superb coat, I too would wear it lots and be just fine photographed in it often.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Super Bowl XLIV
So after Mac (read: we!!!!!) got third place in fantasy football. I stopped cheering for my fantasy individuals and cheered solely for the Pathers. Sike! (a shout out to the 80s) The Panthers were long gone. Sad. And though I'm usually up for a Manning Super Bowl Ring, this time I'm rooting for the Saints. Not because I care if Kim Kardashian gets her engagement ring. And not bc the franchise has never gone this far. But rather just because. Go Saints! Clearly I'll be devastated if they lose.
But I leave you with a little more to ponder re: Superbowl. This great article by Sally Jenkins on Tim Tebow. And yes, much like all Alabama fans, I loved it when he cried. I loved the genius in the "Dec 12:5 Tebow Wept" poster brought in advance to the SEC Championship game. Ripe for just that moment. But I liked it for different reasons. I think real men cry. Mac may argue that I cry enough for both of us. And my sister used to pray for the day I didn't cry....I think we're going on 29 years. But I stick to my guns. Real men cry. I've grown to really like Tim Tebow. And like remembering that the first amendment was written for freedom of speech for both sides.
I'm pasting the article below in case it gets removed or you have trouble following the link.
Tebow's Super Bowl ad isn't intolerant; its critics are
By Sally Jenkins
Washington Post Staff Writer
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
I'll spit this out quick, before the armies of feminism try to gag me and strap electrodes to my forehead: Tim Tebow is one of the better things to happen to young women in some time. I realize this stance won't endear me to the "Dwindling Organizations of Ladies in Lockstep," otherwise known as DOLL, but I'll try to pick up the shards of my shattered feminist credentials and go on.
As statements at Super Bowls go, I prefer the idea of Tebow's pro-life ad to, say, Jim McMahon dropping his pants, as the former Chicago Bears quarterback once did in response to a question. We're always harping on athletes to be more responsible and engaged in the issues of their day, and less concerned with just cashing checks. It therefore seems more than a little hypocritical to insist on it only if it means criticizing sneaker companies, and to stifle them when they take a stance that might make us uncomfortable.
I'm pro-choice, and Tebow clearly is not. But based on what I've heard in the past week, I'll take his side against the group-think, elitism and condescension of the "National Organization of Fewer and Fewer Women All The Time." For one thing, Tebow seems smarter than they do.
Tebow's 30-second ad hasn't even run yet, but it already has provoked "The National Organization for Women Who Only Think Like Us" to reveal something important about themselves: They aren't actually "pro-choice" so much as they are pro-abortion. Pam Tebow has a genuine pro-choice story to tell. She got pregnant in 1987, post-Roe v. Wade, and while on a Christian mission in the Philippines, she contracted a tropical ailment. Doctors advised her the pregnancy could be dangerous, but she exercised her freedom of choice and now, 20-some years later, the outcome of that choice is her beauteous Heisman Trophy winner son, a chaste, proselytizing evangelical.
Pam Tebow and her son feel good enough about that choice to want to tell people about it. Only, NOW says they shouldn't be allowed to. Apparently NOW feels this commercial is an inappropriate message for America to see for 30 seconds, but women in bikinis selling beer is the right one. I would like to meet the genius at NOW who made that decision. On second thought, no, I wouldn't.
There's not enough space in the sports pages for the serious weighing of values that constitutes this debate, but surely everyone in both camps, pro-choice or pro-life, wishes the "need" for abortions wasn't so great. Which is precisely why NOW is so wrong to take aim at Tebow's ad.
Here's what we do need a lot more of: Tebows. Collegians who are selfless enough to choose not to spend summers poolside, but travel to impoverished countries to dispense medical care to children, as Tebow has every summer of his career. Athletes who believe in something other than themselves, and are willing to put their backbone where their mouth is. Celebrities who are self-possessed and self-controlled enough to use their wattage to advertise commitment over decadence.
You know what we really need more of? Famous guys who aren't embarrassed to practice sexual restraint, and to say it out loud. If we had more of those, women might have fewer abortions. See, the best way to deal with unwanted pregnancy is to not get the sperm in the egg and the egg implanted to begin with, and that is an issue for men, too -- and they should step up to that.
"Are you saving yourself for marriage?" Tebow was asked last summer during an SEC media day.
"Yes, I am," he replied.
The room fell into a hush, followed by tittering: The best college football player in the country had just announced he was a virgin. As Tebow gauged the reaction from the reporters in the room, he burst out laughing. They were a lot more embarrassed than he was.
"I think y'all are stunned right now!" he said. "You can't even ask a question!"
That's how far we've come from any kind of sane viewpoint about star athletes and sex. Promiscuity is so the norm that if a stud isn't shagging everything in sight, we feel faintly ashamed for him.
Obviously Tebow can make people uncomfortable, whether it's for advertising his chastity, or for wearing his faith on his face via biblical citations painted in his eye-black. Hebrews 12:12, his cheekbones read during the Florida State game: "Therefore strengthen your feeble arms and weak knees." His critics find this intrusive, and say the Super Bowl is no place for an argument of this nature. "Pull the ad," NOW President Terry O'Neill said. "Let's focus on the game."
Trouble is, you can't focus on the game without focusing on the individuals who play it -- and that is the genius of Tebow's ad. The Super Bowl is not some reality-free escape zone. Tebow himself is an inescapable fact: Abortion doesn't just involve serious issues of life, but of potential lives, Heisman trophy winners, scientists, doctors, artists, inventors, Little Leaguers -- who would never come to be if their birth mothers had not wrestled with the stakes and chosen to carry those lives to term. And their stories are every bit as real and valid as the stories preferred by NOW.
Let me be clear again: I couldn't disagree with Tebow more. It's my own belief that the state has no business putting its hand under skirts. But I don't care that we differ. Some people will care that the ad is paid for by Focus on the Family, a group whose former spokesman, James Dobson, says loathsome things about gays. Some will care that Tebow is a creationist. Some will care that CBS has rejected a gay dating service ad. None of this is the point. CBS owns its broadcast and can run whatever advertising it wants, and Tebow has a right to express his beliefs publicly. Just as I have the right to reject or accept them after listening -- or think a little more deeply about the issues. If the pro-choice stance is so precarious that a story about someone who chose to carry a risky pregnancy to term undermines it, then CBS is not the problem.
Tebow's ad, by the way, never mentions abortion; like the player himself, it's apparently soft-spoken. It simply has the theme "Celebrate Family, Celebrate Life." This is what NOW has labeled "extraordinarily offensive and demeaning." But if there is any demeaning here, it's coming from NOW, via the suggestion that these aren't real questions, and that we as a Super Bowl audience are too stupid or too disinterested to handle them on game day.
But I leave you with a little more to ponder re: Superbowl. This great article by Sally Jenkins on Tim Tebow. And yes, much like all Alabama fans, I loved it when he cried. I loved the genius in the "Dec 12:5 Tebow Wept" poster brought in advance to the SEC Championship game. Ripe for just that moment. But I liked it for different reasons. I think real men cry. Mac may argue that I cry enough for both of us. And my sister used to pray for the day I didn't cry....I think we're going on 29 years. But I stick to my guns. Real men cry. I've grown to really like Tim Tebow. And like remembering that the first amendment was written for freedom of speech for both sides.
I'm pasting the article below in case it gets removed or you have trouble following the link.
Tebow's Super Bowl ad isn't intolerant; its critics are
By Sally Jenkins
Washington Post Staff Writer
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
I'll spit this out quick, before the armies of feminism try to gag me and strap electrodes to my forehead: Tim Tebow is one of the better things to happen to young women in some time. I realize this stance won't endear me to the "Dwindling Organizations of Ladies in Lockstep," otherwise known as DOLL, but I'll try to pick up the shards of my shattered feminist credentials and go on.
As statements at Super Bowls go, I prefer the idea of Tebow's pro-life ad to, say, Jim McMahon dropping his pants, as the former Chicago Bears quarterback once did in response to a question. We're always harping on athletes to be more responsible and engaged in the issues of their day, and less concerned with just cashing checks. It therefore seems more than a little hypocritical to insist on it only if it means criticizing sneaker companies, and to stifle them when they take a stance that might make us uncomfortable.
I'm pro-choice, and Tebow clearly is not. But based on what I've heard in the past week, I'll take his side against the group-think, elitism and condescension of the "National Organization of Fewer and Fewer Women All The Time." For one thing, Tebow seems smarter than they do.
Tebow's 30-second ad hasn't even run yet, but it already has provoked "The National Organization for Women Who Only Think Like Us" to reveal something important about themselves: They aren't actually "pro-choice" so much as they are pro-abortion. Pam Tebow has a genuine pro-choice story to tell. She got pregnant in 1987, post-Roe v. Wade, and while on a Christian mission in the Philippines, she contracted a tropical ailment. Doctors advised her the pregnancy could be dangerous, but she exercised her freedom of choice and now, 20-some years later, the outcome of that choice is her beauteous Heisman Trophy winner son, a chaste, proselytizing evangelical.
Pam Tebow and her son feel good enough about that choice to want to tell people about it. Only, NOW says they shouldn't be allowed to. Apparently NOW feels this commercial is an inappropriate message for America to see for 30 seconds, but women in bikinis selling beer is the right one. I would like to meet the genius at NOW who made that decision. On second thought, no, I wouldn't.
There's not enough space in the sports pages for the serious weighing of values that constitutes this debate, but surely everyone in both camps, pro-choice or pro-life, wishes the "need" for abortions wasn't so great. Which is precisely why NOW is so wrong to take aim at Tebow's ad.
Here's what we do need a lot more of: Tebows. Collegians who are selfless enough to choose not to spend summers poolside, but travel to impoverished countries to dispense medical care to children, as Tebow has every summer of his career. Athletes who believe in something other than themselves, and are willing to put their backbone where their mouth is. Celebrities who are self-possessed and self-controlled enough to use their wattage to advertise commitment over decadence.
You know what we really need more of? Famous guys who aren't embarrassed to practice sexual restraint, and to say it out loud. If we had more of those, women might have fewer abortions. See, the best way to deal with unwanted pregnancy is to not get the sperm in the egg and the egg implanted to begin with, and that is an issue for men, too -- and they should step up to that.
"Are you saving yourself for marriage?" Tebow was asked last summer during an SEC media day.
"Yes, I am," he replied.
The room fell into a hush, followed by tittering: The best college football player in the country had just announced he was a virgin. As Tebow gauged the reaction from the reporters in the room, he burst out laughing. They were a lot more embarrassed than he was.
"I think y'all are stunned right now!" he said. "You can't even ask a question!"
That's how far we've come from any kind of sane viewpoint about star athletes and sex. Promiscuity is so the norm that if a stud isn't shagging everything in sight, we feel faintly ashamed for him.
Obviously Tebow can make people uncomfortable, whether it's for advertising his chastity, or for wearing his faith on his face via biblical citations painted in his eye-black. Hebrews 12:12, his cheekbones read during the Florida State game: "Therefore strengthen your feeble arms and weak knees." His critics find this intrusive, and say the Super Bowl is no place for an argument of this nature. "Pull the ad," NOW President Terry O'Neill said. "Let's focus on the game."
Trouble is, you can't focus on the game without focusing on the individuals who play it -- and that is the genius of Tebow's ad. The Super Bowl is not some reality-free escape zone. Tebow himself is an inescapable fact: Abortion doesn't just involve serious issues of life, but of potential lives, Heisman trophy winners, scientists, doctors, artists, inventors, Little Leaguers -- who would never come to be if their birth mothers had not wrestled with the stakes and chosen to carry those lives to term. And their stories are every bit as real and valid as the stories preferred by NOW.
Let me be clear again: I couldn't disagree with Tebow more. It's my own belief that the state has no business putting its hand under skirts. But I don't care that we differ. Some people will care that the ad is paid for by Focus on the Family, a group whose former spokesman, James Dobson, says loathsome things about gays. Some will care that Tebow is a creationist. Some will care that CBS has rejected a gay dating service ad. None of this is the point. CBS owns its broadcast and can run whatever advertising it wants, and Tebow has a right to express his beliefs publicly. Just as I have the right to reject or accept them after listening -- or think a little more deeply about the issues. If the pro-choice stance is so precarious that a story about someone who chose to carry a risky pregnancy to term undermines it, then CBS is not the problem.
Tebow's ad, by the way, never mentions abortion; like the player himself, it's apparently soft-spoken. It simply has the theme "Celebrate Family, Celebrate Life." This is what NOW has labeled "extraordinarily offensive and demeaning." But if there is any demeaning here, it's coming from NOW, via the suggestion that these aren't real questions, and that we as a Super Bowl audience are too stupid or too disinterested to handle them on game day.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Get Lost!
Mac couldn't sleep last night. And though I don't think it had anything to do with this post.
I'm kinda in a happy spot. The kind that thinks the writers can get away with what I presume has really been occurring. NO WAY they are going to explain the polar bears (my fave animal) and no way every question will be answered. There's part of me that wants to write a list just to prove this. But the other part of me doesn't care. Lost is by far the best television show ever. Ever. Closely followed by the likes of Arrested Development (a honeymoon fave) and well. The verdict is still out on other shows even worthy enough to be mentioned in this post.
If you haven't watched Lost. I highly recommend you catch up. Like this weekend. And finish out the remaining episodes in our Media Room!!! Which I realize is more of an airline ticket commitment for some of you. But I promise it will be worth it. There's a chance that I've even read the full recipe for tonight's snack, guaranteeing it will be ready by 7:30 when I will make my way to Carla's (duh....I knew the blog faithful have been missing Carla).
See you next Tuesday? You bring the theories. We'll save the recliner.
Until then. Carla suggests we dress up as our fave character. He might not be my fave. But I plan to crimp my hair, stuff some pillows, and be Hurley.
Do I hope Ian Somerhalder will come back or am I fine just watching Vampire Diaries? (perhaps too big of a confession?)
Is my one last request for Juliet to survive and her and Sawyer be safe on this freaky island forever?
Or do I really just wish that in the end we find out that Evangeline Lily and Dominic Monghaon have gone off and married? Is that even on the show?
I have high expectations. But(despite the end of Alias, relying solely on the end of Felicity-BEST END EVER) I think J.J. Abrams will pull through. And in some conflicting "I never want it to be over" way. I can't wait!
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