Friday, February 27, 2009
Well, while driving in the car today, I sang my daughter a beautiful version of "Put Your Records On" by Corinne Bailey Rae (since it was stuck in my head from last night's American Idol). When I was done my 2 1/2-year-old daughter took her thumb out of her mouth, looked at me in the rear-view mirror and said:
"Thank you Mommy."
I smiled. "Aw, for singing you a song?"
She shook her head fervently. "No, for stopping."
My face fell and I might have even pouted a little.
At least I am not as bad as this guy...
Thursday, February 26, 2009
On to the winners.
(By the way, I used Random.org to choose the winners, but I don't know how to do that screenshot thingy and Jim used to tell me how to do that stuff, so I couldn't get you any proof that I did, indeed, go there and randomly choose a winner. So you're just gonna have to trust me. Having said that, all three winners just happen to be friends of mine, two actually in real life, so now I am really kicking myself that I didn't find out how to do the stupid screenshot. Fuck. Please don't hold an uprising and cry foul, OK? I swear on my dildo collection that these people won fair and square.)
OK, the winner of the See Kai Run Giveaway is...
Erica is an old friend of mine from college and her daughter is just adorable! She chose the pair of Stella shoes from the See Kai Run line for her little girl and I know they are going to look just fabulous on her. Congratulations Erica!!
The winner of the Zoom Album Giveaway is...
My very own He Blogs, She Blogs partner in crime Captain Dumbass!
The Captain said that he would fill his album with pictures of his famous grilled cheese porn, inspired by me (don't ask, long story), so I am pretty stoked that he won. I am secretly hoping that he will then send me the book as a memento of our friendship, but that's just wishful thinking. Congrats my friend!
And finally, the winner of the EdenFantasys.com Giveaway and the proud owner of a BRAND NEW, ahem, Double Bunny Rotating Vibe Vibrator is...
Mel from Mommydoodles!
Some of you may know that Mel designed my blog and did a kick-ass job, and she is also my friend in real life. We went to high school together, so she knew me before I was the famous (yeah right) mom blogger that I am today. She also just had a baby four months ago so I think she is properly deserving of this fine piece of equipment. Congrats Mel, and enjoy *wink *wink.
So that's all she wrote friends. Congratulations to all the winners and be sure to keep your eyes and ears peeled for more giveaways, cause like I said, you never know what could be next...
You just might find yourself the proud owner of this:
You know you want it.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I look forward to the day (hopefully) sometime soon when every Sunday can be like this one (perhaps minus the 30 lb toddler on my back--next time hubby gets the babypack).
It will all be worth it.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Yes, folks, today is my first go at Random Tuesday and I picked up my button from Keely, put on my Tuesday underpants and am ready to rock. Since I have always yearned to be "one of the cool kids" and it seems that this is what the "cool kids" (and by cool kids, I mean the bloggers that weren't cool back in the day but grew up into the coolest, funniest and hottest people whom I now wish I could be like because I am still not cool) are doing, then I am jumping on the proverbial bandwagon.
Plus, my head is totally empty of any lucid thought, the only explanation I can think of being that I haven't been drinking and as a writer, I must have alcohol for my creative process. Or I am detoxing. Whatever, supposedly it isn't "good for you" to drink every day, especially if you are doing it to "escape your stress" or something like that, so I guess in order to avoid the whole alcoholism thing, I am trying to be more responsible with my alcohol consumption. I am such a grown-up.
So here is my Random Tuesday - Oscars Edition:
First of all, I want to express my disdain at the fact that The Oscars seemed like a student directed high school production, and the best part of the whole thing was the skit done by Seth Rogen and James Franco (which was HILARIOUS). If you didn't see it, here it is:
But seriously, Baz Luhrmann, you disappoint me. I expected so much more of you than that musical montage mess that looked like it was thrown together at the last minute and had no continuity or flow. And Hugh Jackman and Beyonce? You may as well have put Jerry Lewis and Janet Jackson up there cause it just DID NOT LOOK RIGHT. Of course, we had the quality performance value of the HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL stars and the pregnant chick from Big Love, so they must have thought that would save the day. NOT. I must admit, I did like when Hugh Jackman pulled Anne Hathaway up on the stage and she was awesome, but other than that, I think Hugh was a HUGHGE mistake.
Which is too bad, cause he is hot. And he is Wolverine.
Which brings me to my next random thought. I saw the preview for the new X-Men movie, the birth of Wolverine and I can't wait to see it. Did I just say that? Seriously? But I do. And I want to see the Watchmen too. I think hell just froze over.
My husband and I saw Slumdog Millionaire this weekend (seeing that I knew it was going to clean up at the Oscars and I wanted to see what all the fuss was about) and we both loved it. It was freaking fantastic, but it is really pissing me off that people are getting all offended that it misportrayed Mumbai. To all those people, I would like to say:
IT IS A MOVIE.
And it's not a documentary or a historical film, nor did they claim that it was supposed to accurately portray the slums of India. Since when is Hollywood ever been the authority for anything? Please. Don't get me wrong, I have all the respect in the world for the people of India and the fact that they are trying to change their image of a "developing third world country" but you didn't see people from Gotham City getting all pissed off that The Dark Knight didn't do them justice did you? Sheesh!
But on a positive note, I am really glad that Kate Winslet won for Best Actress and she looked absolutely stunning and classic. I have always loved her (even before Titanic. If you haven't seen Heavenly Creatures, go rent it NOW).
And now I will admit something really embarrassing about myself (because we all know how much everyone loves to laugh at the expense of others). I used to dream about being up there onstage at the Oscars and would practice in front of the mirror what I would say if I actually won the coveted golden man. Kate admitted it, so I will too. Cause if it's good enough for Kate, it's good enough for me. Now the difference is that Kate actually made something of herself in Hollywood and I now sit at home with my two kids writing on my blog and looking back fondly at the days when my dreams of becoming an actress were still a wisp of a possibility. Whatever. I'm cool with it. *sniff. Sorry, I think I need a minute...
OK, I'm good. I am also thrilled that Sean Penn won for Milk because he is an incredible character actor. Although it would have been cool to see Mickey Rourke win after all these years. And it looks like his plastic surgery botch-up has been fixed or something, cause he looks so much better!
So that's it for Random Tuesday, Oscars Edition. Leave me a comment on what you thought of the Oscars or the nominated movies and actors, and grab the button from The Un-Mom if you want to participate in Random Tuesday yourself! And, if you admit to being as cheesy and pathetic as I am and practicing your Oscars speech in front of the mirror in the bathroom, I will love you forever. Now that's worth the embarrassment isn't it? Don't answer that.
Also, the winners of the See Kai Run, Zoom Album and EdenFantasys.com giveaways will be announced on Thursday so if you entered, don't forget to come back and find out if you won!
Wise Young Mommy OUT!
Monday, February 23, 2009
For anyone that hasn't had the "He Blogs, She Blogs" experience yet, we will be answering four questions posed by four different readers. You can read my womanly, intelligent and witty answers here, and then go on over to Us and Them to read Captain Dumbass' answers straight from his testosterone soaked, Canadian brain. Yes, he is Canadian. Don't hold it against him, OK? He's pretty damn awesome, even if he does say "aboot" and is addicted to grilled cheese porn (that last part is my fault anyway).
So today we are fielding questions from Jen from Sprite's Keeper, Christopher from Cajoh, Cat from Zipbag of Bones and Frogmama from Frogs in My Formula. These happen to be four of my favorite people in the blogosphere so I hope to make them proud with my femalerly answers. (Yes, I know that femalerly is not a word, blow me.) Enough of all the fanfare, on with the show. Please sit back, relax and return your tray tables to the upright position.
Jen from Sprite's Keeper said: Here's a question: Who is better at multi-tasking? Men or women?
I think the first question that needs to be answered here is "who is better at TASKING?" because that pretty much answers the second question. I don't know "aboot" you guys, but at my house the ladies (a.k.a. ME) take care of all the tasks that need to be done while the men sit around watching television and drinking beer. However, if you count scratching your balls and operating the remote control as multi-tasking, then my husband has it all locked up. Supposedly he gets a lot done at that place he goes to every day called "the office" and it is possible that he multi-tasks there, but I have never actually witnessed it, so for the sake of honesty, I can't actually say that he is capable of it. For me, I am a pretty slammin' multi-tasker, since I have two kids and I work from home. There have certainly been days when I have been forced to be working on the computer, with a screaming toddler in my lap while quizzing my 8-year-old on his spelling words. Then there's dinner time when I am cooking, doing dishes, ushering the 2-year-old out of the kitchen every two minutes or so, yelling at my husband to get the 2-year-old out of the kitchen, AND drinking a rather large glass of wine. So multi-tasking? I think I win. My theory behind the whole thing is that men's penises take too much blood away from their brain, thus making it difficult to think about more than one thing at one time. It's purely biological.
Christopher from Cajoh said: Here's a question: Does either of you have a partner that snores? I know I can sleep through a hurricane, but I know others can't sleep if the other snores. What words of advice do you have to those suffering sleep deprivation due to their partners' nose flute solos.
My husband does snore, but usually only when he is REALLY tired or has had a lot to drink. Back in the beginning of our relationship, I bought ear plugs to wear, but with two kids in the house, it's not all too wise to not be able to hear someone calling out in the middle of the night. So I devised the perfect solution to the problem a few years ago.
I kick him.
Works every time.
Cat from Zipbag of Bones said: Love this idea. It's so...peace/love/understanding.
Hmmm. I would like to know what men REALLY think about cellulite. They say it isn't there (um, yeah it is), they say they can't see it anywhere (what are you, blind?), they say they like our real woman asses much better than all those smooth-assed celebrities (how is that possible?) - so I want to know the TRUTH about cottage cheese thighs.
Cat, you are in luck because I know the answer to this question. Men see cellulite. There is NO WAY IN HELL that they don't see it. However, if you have a good man, a man that likes his private areas the way they are, and a man who likes getting laid on a fairly regular basis, then he knows that this is SUCH a trick question. If we ask if they can see our cellulite, they know that if they say yes, we will devastated, even though WE know it's there and that almost every woman has it. Men don't want to hurt our feelings, especially if they love us or get to see our boobs. They also know that we will pout and not speak to them for anywhere from one hour to three days if they DIDN'T say that they liked "real" women asses more than celebrity air-brushed appendages. But ladies, this isn't a bad thing. Even though, deep down, these men do think that perfectly smooth thighs, buns and various other body parts are more aesthetically pleasing than our "cottage cheese" thighs, they are choosing to be with us, and since we are so FUCKING AWESOME, they don't care. I am pretty sure my husband would rather have my cottage cheese thighs wrapped around his waist than be looking at an airbrushed photo of Heidi Klum (that bitch that has perfect everything after having two children, whatthefuckisupwiththat?). What matters is that we make them feel hot, and we are REAL. And they love us. So they pretend not to see it and tell us we're beautiful. And you know what? I believe it.
Frogmama from Frogs in My Formula said: I wanna know why men are such lazy, slovenly pigs who think farting, burping and BO are funny traits to pass along to their children?
Boys have different wiring than girls. It's as simple as that. And men are simply large, overgrown, hairy boys who still think almost exactly the same way that they did when they were 9 years old. Nothing was funnier to them back then than ripping off an SBD or burping the alphabet, and honestly, it's still funny to them now. Now imagine that they have their own little miniature versions of themselves--what is funnier than teaching them the tricks of the trade and watching them follow in their flatulent, stinky shoes? Apparently, not much. Personally, I hope to pass along my love of literature and sense of humor, but who's to judge? As long as my husband also teaches them to take out the trash (which I must admit he does beautifully), then I am OK with the other stuff.
But really, it is a little bit funny, isn't it ladies?
So now head on over to Captain Dumbass and read what he has to say on these matters. Give him some love and congratulate him on his first week of He Blogs, She Blogs. Then come back next week for more awesomeness. Don't forget that next month we have guest posters Steenky Bee and Cajoh filling in for us, but please pretend that you aren't just secretly waiting for Jen to take over for me because she is so much cooler than I am.
Thanks; I appreciate your sensitivity.I knew there was a reason I kept you people around.
Friday, February 20, 2009
This is called the "Double Bunny Rotating Vibe" and since I had never had a "dual action" vibrator, I thought I would give this a try! Here is what the web site has to say about it.
Sounded good to me! So I went ahead and told Drew to send it along and then waited patiently by the door for it to arrive (thanks to my husband for bringing me meals and changes of clothes while I waited).
Thankfully, it was delivered a mere two days after I confirmed my choice and hubby and I ripped it open with wild abandon. I couldn't wait to use it! Upon opening it, I saw that it was really cool looking, first of all. Pink and silver, and when you turn it on, it lights up in all different colors! It was a little large for my taste, and the metal balls were slightly painful (not in a good way) upon first using it, but after a little while, it was VERY enjoyable. It was a little bit loud, but I didn't feel that it took away from the experience at all. And the lights were really neat. I personally don't need all the different settings; I tend to stick to low, medium and high, but if you like rotation and all different kinds of vibration, you will love this sex toy. Ultimately, I liked letting my husband use it on me on the regular vibration setting, and it certainly did the job.
All in all, I would give this item 4/5 stars. It's fun, sassy and versatile, and it DEFINITELY enhanced as promised. I am now happy to be able to give one of these away to one of you ladies (or gentleman, I don't judge). For clarification purposes (Cat, this means YOU), the winner will be receiving a BRAND NEW, NOT USED BY ME item upon winning. Cat already has dibs on mine.
So here's what you have to do. Leave me a comment here on what you think of the item up for grabs, and what makes you feel sexy. As always, tweet it, Facebook it, and/or blog about it for extra chances to win. Next week, I will randomly pick a winner using the random integer service at Random.org and announce it here by the end of the week. I will accept entries until midnight, Sunday, February 22, so get the word out!
So thanks to Drew at EdenFantasys, and also to my other generous sponsors this week, See Kai Run and Zoom Albums, for all these awesome giveaways. Next week we will return to our regularly scheduled programming, and maybe I will actually write something for you guys (if I remember how to).
Also, don't forget that Monday morning will be the first edition of Captain Dumbass and The Wise (*Young*) Mommy's He Blogs, She Blogs, and I have a feeling it is going to be history in the making! Don't miss it, seriously, or I will send Captain's Jedi soldiers after you or maybe his grilled cheese minions. You know you don't want any of that.
Thanks to everyone for partipating in celebrating 20,000 visitors! Have an awesome weekend and good luck to all who entered the giveaways!
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Here is what the web site has to say about their product:
ZoomAlbums are small, portable photo albums with a professional look that customers can make at home. In just a few minutes, any user can create a handmade gift or keepsake using the familiar technologies found in most households today: a PC, digital camera, camera phone or scanner, and a color Inkjet printer.Now, my printer died and we haven't replaced it yet, so Zoom Album agreed to make me my book for me so I could see what the finished product looks like. All I had to do was upload 12 cute pictures of my kids to Picasa and the folks over at Zoom Album sent me my own little keepsake book. I loved it, and my kids especially loved it because they had a little kid-sized book filled with pictures of them. Yes, my kids love looking at themselves, I don't know where they get it from.
Each kit includes enough materials for three Zoom Albums. You can choose from a photo cover or a solid color cover for your 3"X 3" hardbound books. The glossy self adhesive photo sheets included allow you to print all 12 photos out on one sheet and the kit comes with really easy directions to show you how to assemble your books. All you need are your digital pictures and the kit and you can create your own little pocket sized masterpieces.
I love this idea, and I am a VERY un-crafty person, so you know it's good if I want to try it. I am so bad about printing my photos, but with this innovative idea, I will definitely do it. It's a great idea for gifts for the grandparents, aunts and uncles, or even as stocking stuffers! I am always looking for inexpensive, unique gifts so this product is perfect. Plus, I have the opportunity to make some money while doing it!
Zoom Album's Photo Coach program is a neat way to use your interest in the product to generate a little extra income from the comfort of your own home. Here is how it works:
Simply show your finished ZoomAlbum photobook to someone - a family member, friend, colleague, or even the lady behind you at the grocery store. Explain what’s in a ZoomAlbum Kit and how to make a photobook. Then show them how to order online using your Coach ID. They will get a 15% discount, and when their order is processed, you will receive 30% in sales commission within 30 days. It’s really that easy!Just go to the Zoom Album web site, and click on "Become a Photo Book Coach" to purchase your Coach Kit and get started. It's fun and easy, so why not?
So now for the fun part. I am going to give one lucky reader a free Zoom Album kit of their very own for free!! Just leave me a comment telling me what kind of pictures you will fill your photo books with, or ideas you have for how to use them. Next week I will draw a random winner and they will receive their kit to try for themselves! Can't get any better than that!
So leave me a comment, get creative with your answers (for my amusement only; it won't help you win or anything) and cross your fingers that you are the big winner.
Oh yeah, and tweet or mention this giveaway on your blog for extra chances to win!!
Also, if you would like to go ahead and order one of these babies for yourself right away, go to their site and enter discount code WISE0903 at checkout and you will receive a 10% discount on top of the 20% discount already being offered at their site on all the photo book kits!!!
Tomorrow we have our last giveaway of the week, for EdenFantasys.com, so come back and check it out (but make sure there are no kids in the room when you do, OK? Yeah thanks.) Man, am I generous or what?
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Happy Wordless Wednesday everyone!
Don't forget to come back tomorrow for my Zoom Albums review and giveaway!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Here is my princess modeling her new shoes, that she absolutely ADORES:
As you can see, it wasn't hard for me to get her to "strike a pose," seeing that all I said was "smile and say cheese" and this is what she did. I think I am in major trouble.
Here are some close-ups of these sassy sandals:
And yes, my daughter does request that her toenails remain painted YEAR ROUND. Hello? MINE aren't even painted...
I LOVE these shoes. See Kai Run makes the best quality, leather, soft rubber soled shoes that provide a great, comfortable fit and a sturdy option for your infant or toddler's growing little tootsies. They have a huge selection of sneakers, sandals and crib shoes. Their "Smaller" collection is for babies ages 0-18 months and their "See Kai Run" line is sizes 3-9. They also have a collection of shoes for older children ages 4-8 called "Eleven" but those will not be included in my giveaway. However, they are worth looking at if you have an older kid because they are gorgeous as well.
So here's the fun part. Go to the See Kai Run web site, take a look around and pick out a pair of shoes from the Smaller or See Kai Run collection that you would like to own. Come back here and leave a comment with the pair you would like if you win, and next week I will draw a winner! It's that simple. However, if you want extra entries, here are all the things you can do to increase your chances of winning:
1. Tweet about the giveaway with a link to my post
2. Mention the giveaway with a link to my post on your own blog
Simply e-mail me after you have done either (or both) of the above and I will put you down for another entry for each. So everyone has a chance for as many as three entries per person! Chances for entries will close Friday, February 20th, so be sure to get them in and e-mail me to let me know.
Good luck to everyone and come back tomorrow for my Zoom Album review and giveaway!
Monday, February 16, 2009
Second runner up and winner of a year's supply of KY Jelly is a THREE WAY TIE!!!
We have Ron from Clark Kent's Lunchbox,
Ian from Idiot's Stew, and
Ryan from Pacing the Panic Room!
These three guys all brought it to the table so let's get a round of applause for this super group of guys!
And next, first runner up and winner of a signed framed photo of The Wise (*Young*) Mommy is...
Christopher from Cajoh!!!
Good job man! (Enjoy the photo, and don't sell it on e-bay!)
And finally, the BIG winner of the He Blogs, She Blogs competition is...
CHAD FROM US AND THEM!!!!
(Insert wild applause, confetti and noice makers here.)
Yes, folks, in a landslide win, readers said that Chad made them laugh, cry and ponder, and thus, he was the one they felt deserved to provide the male perspective in He Blogs, She Blogs for the duration of Jim's absence. I must say, I am thrilled. Because I think that Chad is an amazing writer, an awesome dad and a funny sonofabitch to boot. Plus, he's adorable and charming and can trash talk the pants off you any day. Fo' real, this dude has it all locked up and I know he will fill Jim's shoes just fine (and maybe, just maybe, the cowboy hat. We'll see...)
Congratulations Chad! I hope you are ready for the challenge. I'm not easy to work with, you know.
I want to send out a hearty thank you to all the other excellent dad bloggers who participated in the blog-off; they were so great and they helped make it an incredibly hard decision for everyone. Thank you to Kevin from Irish Gumbo, Joe from Crotchety Old Man Yells at Cars and Matt from DC Urban Dad. You guys are the bees' knees and will not be easily forgotten. Which brings us to...
The surprise you have all been waiting for! I had so many suggestions that I should let all the fellas participate that I have decided to add a little twist to He Blogs, She Blogs. Starting in the month of March, we will have one male/female He Blogs, She Blogs guest posting duo that take over for me and Chad once a month. The male guest posters will start out consisting of the other contestants, first being Cajoh, and then the others in turn. And the first female guest poster will be someone very special, and very close to my heart, and also someone who has been a bit MIA lately and very much missed. The one and only adorable, talented and self-deprecating...
Careful people, don't fall off your work chairs or spit out your coffee. I know how exciting this is (especially for me, since I ADORE Jen over at Steenky Bee and the opportunity to work with her makes me quiver with anticipation). Stay tuned for the exact date for Jen and Christopher's first HBSB guest post, and feel free to throw me some suggestions for other female guest posters you would like to see in the future. I will be choosing women whom I think will bring justice to the topics, as well as work well with the fantastic dad bloggers with whom they will be interfacing. However, I am not an island, and I am fully open to suggestion...
In closing, we are starting to run out of topics, so PLEASE leave me some comments with questions you want answered by my new partner, Chad, and I for future segments of He Blogs, She Blogs. Next Monday will kick off our run together, and I can't wait. Excitement and hilarity awaits, and you WILL want to be a part of it.
Be there or be square.
Oh yeah, and don't forget to come back for the rest of the week for my giveaway spree! Tomorrow kicks it off with the See Kai Run review and giveaway, followed by Zoom Album on Thursday and Eden Fantasys on Friday. Free stuff!! W00t!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Have fun today, be safe, tell the people you love you love them and have lots of crazy, uninhibited bunny sex.
Cause THAT, my friends, is what Valentine's Day is all about.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
I hope so, and if you haven't, you have until Sunday to e-mail your choice for Jim's replacement for He Blogs, She Blogs. If you haven't read all the submissions, click here, and here, and here, and...here. Read, bask in the delicious blogging prowess of my suitors and then let me know who you think takes the cake. Then they get to eat it...yum. The winner is going to be announced on Monday, and the following Monday the lucky victim will start his HBSB duties. We're gonna rock out with our cocks out and you're not going to want to miss it.
You know what else you aren't going to want to miss? My INCREDIBLE WEEK OF GIVEAWAYS!! Yes, I said a WHOLE WEEK of giveaways. Well, actually three days, but still, that's pretty freakin' awesome, if you ask me. A couple of weeks ago, I hit 20,000 visitors, so in honor of that, I am giving away a bevvy of booty. And the booty that's up for grabs? Simply irresistible.
And on that note...
Can I just tell you how much I wanted to be one of those long-legged, ruby-lipped beauties back in the day? There was just something about that slicked back dark hair, light skin and those painted pouts that made me yearn to be one of Robert Palmers harem.
Anyway, I digress...
So the first giveaway will be on TUESDAY, for a pair of See Kai Run shoes for your baby or toddler. Julie from See Kai Run was generous enough to send me these little beauties for my princess:
Can you say FETCHING and ADORABLE? I have absolutely been in love with See Kai Run's line of baby and toddler friendly footwear since my toddler was a baby, and now I have the pleasure of giving my second pair away to one of my readers. On Tuesday, I will show you some pictures of these gorgeous kicks on my daughter and a full review, and all you have to do is visit their site, pick out a pair that you want and come back and comment with your choice. There will also be other ways to earn more entries, so be sure to come back and find out how to increase your chances of winning a pair of these comfy, cute shoes for your munchkin.
THEN on THURSDAY, we have a review of this super cool product that I was sent called Zoom Albums. Zoom Albums are little kits that allow you to make your own handy dandy portable photo albums from your digital pictures and take it from me, you are going to want to check this out. They sent me a sample and it was one of the neatest little things I have ever seen for showing off your kids (or your nude photos of yourself, whatever.) They also have a really cool affiliate program that allows you to earn money by referring friends and family to try them out. Cool product and the ability to make some moolah? Where do I sign up??
And finally, the grand finale of giveaways will be on FRIDAY, when I will do a product review for EdenFantasys , a fantastic adult toy store with a huge selection of bedroom accoutrements that will make you breathless with desire. Yeah, I'll just say that I'm lucky I am broke, cause otherwise we would have a rather large shipment arriving next week. But Drew from EdenFantasys was kind enough to let me pick out my personal fave to try out and share with you. Then you lucky readers will get to enter for the chance to win one for yourself. Feel free to check out their site by clicking on the ad or the scrolling discreet massagers found on my left sidebar to get a sneak peek. Enjoy, my friends...
So that's all for now. I hope you all enjoy your weekends and come back on Monday for the big announcement of the winner of the He Blogs, She Blogs blog-off. Then we will kick off the week of giveaways and get drunk on mojitos and eat nachos till we puke. It's gonna be RAD.
And since I am feeling nostalgic, I will leave you with this little gem:
Try getting that out of your head.
You're welcome ;)
Ron from Clark Kent's Lunchbox
When Petra first set up this contest, I thought “cool,” that was until I saw who else would be vying for the honor, an uneasiness only compounded by the questions our gracious host sent me several days later. Having recently completed a stint at the Betty Ford Clinic for a Midol addiction, I found it a difficult proposition to pen answers adequate enough to meet her readership’s venerable expectations without fighting the urge to reach for my secret stash just one more time. Thankfully, I triumphed against the temptation, opting instead for half a bottle of Scotch and a handful of Columbian Adderall which quelled the shakes long enough for me provide today’s other entry. I only hope it’s not an embarrassment to the Wise Petra or my peers.
Okay, as a guy I know the very notion is supposed to turn me instantly incredulous. “What?! Too much sex? That’s like too much money or too much football. What kind of stupid…yadda yadda, yadda.” So let’s just skip the pretenses and get to the down and dirty for a moment. After thinking long and hard about it, I kept coming back to the core issue of what actually constituted “too much sex.” To claim there is such a thing as too much sex implies the existence of some degree of balance, and to find that happy medium would require the identification of its converse, “too little sex.” Having experienced this end of the spectrum in my first marriage, I found it relatively easy to build a list of criterion for spouses to measure their love lives against. Consider this, you might be having too little sex if:
- When others ask to see a picture of your spouse you (wives) hold up your favorite two fingers, or you (husbands) show them the palm of your hand.
- When attempting to be seductive (wives) you regularly sneak roofies and Viagra into the meatloaf, and (husbands) tired of choking on meatloaf 6 nights a week you slip under the table to the dog when she’s not looking
- On the rare occasion you do have sex with your spouse, the long stints of do-it-yourself pleasure cause you to reflexively call out your own name in the throes of passion.
- You find yourself taking the tests and quizzes that your kid brings home from their high school sex-ed class, and you’re failing.
- Thinking someone else will get more use out of it, you pass all your lingerie onto your mother.
- You only perform sex in the missionary position on religious holidays, but no matter how much you pretend calling out to God, it still feels likes hell.
- Desperation leads you to view phallic-shaped produce as being for more than just something in a salad or loaf of bread.
- Your genitalia are collecting unemployment benefits.
These are bad signs to be sure but so too are the qualifiers for too much sex which include:
- Your vagina is so calloused from overuse it has the same consistency as a used catcher’s mitt.
- Your penis starts to splinter.
- You think David Duchovny and Jenna Jameson are amateurs.
- You want to move to Thailand, not for the sex trade, but so the words “Bangkok” will appear in your mailing address.
- You purchase Cialis at discounted prices offered online by Canadian health care system and carry it around in a Pez dispenser.
- You think the story lines in pornos are believable and thus find yourself confused when the pizza guy actually delivers a box with a meat lover’s supreme instead of giving you a meat lover’s supreme in your box.
- Desperation leads you to view phallic-shaped produce as being for more than just a salad or a loaf of bread.
At this point, the issue was sort of like the one Goldie Locks faced. Having identified both the hot porridge and the cold porridge, deducing the porridge deemed as “just right” seemed elementary. But then it occurred to me I was forgetting an essential element: intimacy. Intimacy is for all intents and purposes, the essence of making love, establishing not only the caliber of the act itself but also the health of the relationship as a whole. Thus the real issue is not so much a matter of the amount of sex in a marriage as it is the actual quality of it based on the closeness both spouses feel. In the end, it doesn’t matter if your pubic hairs are balling up into dry tumbleweeds, or that Penthouse has requested you refrain from sending them any further home videos; if there is a lack of intimacy, that is the problem. Otherwise, frequency is all in what you have the rime for.
I’m going to assume right off the bat that this excludes porn, which, probably is a good idea given how my wife, after seeing my collection of skin flicks, burst out laughing over its Disney-esque tameness. Of course, this is the same woman who’s into “torture porn” like Hostel and the Saw series. Myself, I’m not exactly what you would call a “big fan.” Sex and severed limbs isn’t really my scene, but still, her tastes were fine by me, that is until I discovered the bloody ball-gag and power drill hidden under our bed, which may also explain why I woke up the other day in a bathtub full of ice with an incision roughly where my kidney used to be.
As evidenced by my wife, everyone has their opinions as to what constitutes a great movie, making it nearly impossible to arrive at any single consensus. Some prefer anything with subtitles on the screen, while others require a substantial body count before the credits start rolling. Even so, when it comes to categorizing preferences, automatically the easiest to point out is the dichotomy between the sexes. On one hand women are thought to be all into “chick flicks” that typically involve either well-dressed socialites slurping down martinis and commiserating about their much maligned love lives, or star-crossed, pre-pubescent teen lovers fighting fate in order to be together – oh, and one of them has to be a vampire. On the other hand, guys are pegged with only having an interest in movies containing gratuitous violence, gross-out humor, and scantily clad babes.
I have to admit, this is a perception we men tend to be guilty of perpetuating by our own volition. Take, for example, the way we run around using popular lines from those sorts of films. It’s a crime I am guilty of myself, even though I absolutely suck at it. When my buddies wonder aloud in a British accent as to whether they do or do not make me horny; or if they clench their jaw, declaring how much they love the smell of napalm in the morning, the hilarity abruptly ends in an awkward silence as soon as I recite one of my favorite lines which typically come from any film based on Nicholas Sparks novels.
Don’t get me wrong, Black Hawk Down, Gladiator and 40 Year Old Virgin are all among my favorites, but the point I’m trying to make however, is that the qualifying term “good” is subjective to the individual. For me, a good movie is one that keeps me thinking about it well after exiting the theatre. In fact I could absolutely hate it, but if the picture leaves enough of an impression that I find myself dwelling on its premises, discussing it with my wife or researching its background information, then something about it must have been too meaningful for me to just forget.
Keep in mind that, for me, forgetting is a reflex akin to breathing, so to remember something (and from a movie no less), usually means I’m being pushed either out of my routine thought pattern or into some meaningful interaction with others. And, really, how can that be bad? It’s a flimsy premise, but still, I would have to say any time you watch a movie and as a result learn something new after Google about it, start a deep conversation with your girlfriends over another round of Cosmo’s, or bond with your amigos as you laugh from quoting memorable lines, then there’s probably something about the film that could be deemed “good.”
Ryan from Pacing the Panic Room
1. What makes a great movie?
Trying to define what I think makes a truly great movie is about as hard as trying to explain why I will eat 6lbs of cheeseburgers and then roll around on the floor in pain, and still won’t let Cole throw away my super sized fries because I’m going to finish them “just as soon as I’m done being sick.”
I’m pretty sure that I hate other peoples opinions about movies, so more than anything else, I am reluctant to explain what I think is so great about a movie. In the end it doesn’t fucking matter what I think. I am not of the mindset that there are “bad” movies per se. One persons biggest piece of shit ever made, is another persons best movie ever. I will agree that there are masterpieces, and then there is mass produced drivel, films made by committee and entire scripts drafted around marketing concepts. But as long as what you’re watching entertains you to the core (even if it’s mass produced drivel), then you have witnessed something truly great. To be clear, if the escape of watching a story unfold before you completely steals you away from life, and you let go of burden and worry and sadness to take in this distraction, then it is indeed truly a great movie. No matter what anyone else thinks about it. Wouldn’t you agree?
With that said and established, the best way I can answer the question is to say: What makes a great movie, is whatever turns your screws. And perhaps an even bigger point to consider would be WHO you’re watching your movies with. If you are stuck sidled next to some egomaniacal self-proclaimed movie snob than you probably aren’t having very many “great” movie experiences. How can anyone enjoy a movie when someone is bombarding you with sighs and grief over how awful THEY think something is? They burden and cloud your experience and escape, with their code of what is super awesome and what is not. The majority of films are made for no other reason then to offer some form of silly escape and not every film made has to be Citizen fucking Kane…which I am willing to bet as much as everyone boasts of its greatness, very few people can REALLY explain why it’s great. They just know and have been taught to say that it is. It’s like assholes that say they love jazz but have no idea what they’re hearing, or for that matter even how to listen to it properly. Back on track.
There are people that passionately believe that their taste is superior and therefore an authority on the subject, and they dedicate hours and pages to the breakdowns and diatribes of why something is perfection and another is total garbage, but in the end they are just one persons opinions. And most times we tend to hate a person when they tear down the things we love, and thus classify them as pompous and know it all. UNLESS of course they are agreeing with your exact sentiments as to why something was the cream of the crop, then of course you praise and parrot around their reasons to sound insightful to your friends. Suckers. I personally tend to take recommendations from people that I respect, or find to be like-minded, and most critics are socially inept and intolerant of anyone that has a differing opinion. I don’t hang out with people like that in my real life, and certainly don’t want any advice from anyone with these traits and tendencies. So why the fuck do I want them telling me why they thought Paul Thomas Anderson makes his movies too long? I personally would joyfully, gladfully, gleefully, watch another hour or two of ANYTHING he’s made.
Now of course I know the measure of greatness applies when things steer away from story, and the discussion turns to technical achievements and attention to detail. But in the end, we aren’t really THAT interested in any of that. If we were, perhaps they would have the courtesy of actually airing the Technical Oscars that they give out each year. Don’t you think?
(*for any wives out there that want a super awesome suggestion of an amazing film to bring home or rent that will totally earn you cool points with the husband get: “Hearts of Darkness.” It’s a documentary made by Francis Ford Coppola’s wife about the making of Apocalypse Now. It’s amazing. AND a perfect example of how nobody thought during the making of that film that it would ever turn out to be considered a masterpiece or a classic. It was a complete and utter disaster from the start and almost drove her husband permanently insane.)
2. Body Piercings - awesome adornment or disgusting turn-off?
Oh what a slippery slope when you start getting personal about personal tastes, but in the effort to provide the male perspective I will try my best to answer this as honestly as possible without hurting any feelings to the punctured. First I have to say that I’m not like most men, consider me more like an older sister, a girl that still loves to fuck women, but just wants to wear pants all the time, boss you around, make fun of other girls outfits, gossip, and go shopping. I care about fashion, and what people wear, and how they wear it. So I feel like I’m overly sensitive to trends, and a HUGE turnoff for me is when people start clinging to the outdated. When people can’t let go of a decade. The death rattle for body piercing as a fashion forward trend has been shaking since Y2K was debunked as a ploy to sell bottled water and shotguns. Let me get specific (and then let me get personal). When the 90’s were winding down there was a bleed over from the youth culture lining up in droves to get anything and everything pierced with cool cold steel. The top of the millennium was the last gasps of this as hardcore trend, and it was then adopted by another generation, picked up not by counter culture youth, but by the manufactured cookie cutter image of what a “hot sexy female” should look like.
When you’re 18 years old and you want to feel unique and be exciting, the idea of sticking shit in your face, or lacing your back, or stretching your ears so they hang down as low as my ball sack; doesn’t surprise or even worry me. What freaks me out is when people are well into their adulthood and they start doing shit to feel young, or to be sexy, to fit a mold of what men “want.” Again as I said before I am not like most men. I hate fake tits, and fake tans that turn you orange, tramp stamps, bottle blondes (roots), and of course the belly piercing. “The dangler” Now before I get on a tear, I’m fine with a few things. A small petite nose piercing is all kinds of hot on the right face. A girl has to wear earrings... so yeah I get that. Have I been attracted to girls with metal in their face? Of course I have. Some people can just get away with things because they are simply gorgeous humans. There will always be exceptions. The “disgusting turn-off” (as Petra posed it) comes in when I see an ear covered from top to bottom with studs, or an eyebrow ring (bleck, sorry a ball of vomit just hit my throat and got stuck there for a second) snakebites, or tongue piercings, all of it just not sexy even a little bit. I do have to give special close attention to my hatred for the sound of a girl clicking her tongue piercing around on the back of her teeth. Its torture is only matched by the pain of listening to a person stirring macaroni & cheese... which to me sounds like someone shoving a wet sticky tongue into my ear and fucking it.
The body piercing is that thing that screams: I’m so desperate to be attractive. Feel sexy. Be unique. Look how edgy I am. Look at me, look at me, I’m appealing. I stuck this shit in my body, SO WILL YOU PLEASE LOOK AT ME. I understand the point of it. It’s the same basic concept of a good shiny lure in a creek, you use it right, and you’re going to snag yourself a perfect prize fish. A belly ring shining there on your navel draws the eyes in, and we are to then notice what a gorgeous body you have. I get it. I just don’t think it looks sexy, feels sexy, or that it’s cute, and it certainly doesn’t make you unique in any way. Pretty much anything that my tongue has the chance to come in contact with during hot dirty sex should not have metal in it. I understand that there are some women that have shoved steel thru tits and clits because they are after more intense stimulation, and the want of a good hard orgasm will drive a woman to try many many things. However in the throws of passion, if I were to stumble across a piercing, it feels like the equivalent of finding a hair in your soup, your sitting there drinking it down, and then you feel something on your tongue that just doesn’t quite belong there, and you want it out of your mouth. That’s what it felt like when I had a pierced nipple in my mouth. YUCK! Thankfully I do not have this problem as my gorgeous wife does not currently have any piercings for me to navigate. Unless of course I fail as a husband and neglect her as the temple she is, leaving her with the need to “feel” pretty and worshipped.
Did I answer your question?
Thank you all for reading all the contestants' submissions for this here little "blogdown." You may all commence voting by e-mailing me at the email@example.com with your choice of a replacement for He Blogs, She Blogs - one vote per person. I know it's hard people, but better you than me. Remember to vote for the blogger that you would like to read opposite me every week, the one that makes you laugh, makes you think, and the one that makes me look thin.
Good luck to all the awesome dudes in the running - they made my YEAR for agreeing to participate and I can't WAIT to see who takes home the proverbial crown!
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Chad from Us and Them
The vivacious and talented Petra of The Wise (*Young*) Mommy put out a call last week for young champions to fill the shoes of our beleaguered hero, Heinous. I don't know about filling the man's boots, but for a chance to wear the cowboy hat? Hell ya. I don't think I could sport his 'stache either. Sure, I could grow one, but if it doesn't make me look like Tom Selleck, what's the point? Anyway, Petra called and I barked like a dog. Sure we're all getting played, she gets seven free posts out of this and if she can stretch it out long enough Jim might come back in time to save her from us mooks, but who cares, she smiled, we jumped.
Petra emailed my two test questions the day after I threw my hat in the ring. The first question I received was "what makes a great movie?" My eyes glazed over as soon as I read it. Partly because I've been inflicted with man-cold and am dying and partly because I was dumbstruck. Movies? Moo-vees? Those are like TV shows but longer, right? Like if I watched Mickey Mouse Club House four times in a row? "Hot dog, hot dog, hot diggity dog!" Sigh. I remember the days when Supreme Leader and I watched everything that came out. And I mean everything. When the Oscars came on, we could judge all the nomineees' performances because we'd seen them. Back when we were 'courting' I remember seeing many movies twice because we arranged a date and she suggested something I'd already seen before. Remember JFK? Remember how long that damn movie was? Like a day and a half or something. Oh yes, I was smitten.
What makes a great movie? It's not as easy a question as it may seem at first. Like wine or music, I think what makes a great movie is very personal. I could list off obvious things like a great cast, a superb script, cinematography, yadda yadda yadda. For you that may have been Titanic. Titanic for me was blah blah blah, Kate Winslett's boobies, blah blah blah, awesome ship sinking scene, blah blah, dear GOD is this over yet I have to pee so bad! Now before you write me off as a typical guns & explosions movie guy, let me state for the record that I love chick flicks. For reals. Yes, I did see Fried Green Tomatoes. When Harry Met Sally is one of my favourite movies. Four Weddings And A Funeral? So cried during John Hannah's eulogy. Love, Actually? Loved it. That said, let's not get the wrong idea here, I also believe Die Hard to be a watershed moment in film.
For me, a great film is something that stays with you, whether it's the whole film or just a moment of it. Something that you connect with whether it's laughter, tears, anger, fear or you actually learn something. And it doesn't matter whether it's good or not. Whether it's Schindler's List or Weekend at Bernie's. It's what hits you and sticks. It's knowing every song from The Sound of Music because your mother made you watch it with her every time it came on while you were growing up, and then loving it because she did and you were sharing something with her. It's enjoying the new Star Wars movies with your children despite the terrible dialogue and good God Lucas why not just let somebody else do it? It's knowing the original movies were no different but not caring because you're remembering them through the eyes of a seven year old and nothing will ever shake that wonder. It's the opening scene of Finding Nemo when Marlin is holding Nemo's egg and promising him he'll always take care of him and then the egg turns into the moon and the music swells and your chest tightens and you squeeze that child in your lap just a little tighter and kiss his head and silently promise him you'll do your best and please, oh please still love me when I don't.
What makes a great movie? Now a days, a great movie is one that's playing on a weekend my wife doesn't have to work and when the grandparents are free. What it is is irrelevant.
The second question was: Is there such a thing as "too much sex" with your spouse? How much sex is "enough?"
Too much sex? Sex? Hold on while I Google that. Sex! Right, that's how those little monkeys got here. Those two little monkeys who wander into our room without warning anytime of night or early early morning. Those two stars in my sky, those two little soul vampires. Those two little last minute wrestling, snacks, brush teeth, wash, read bedtime stories and snuggle before bed at 8pm when mommy and daddy can watch a couple hours of adult TV, talk about their day between commercials and collapse into a drooling sleep at 11 and awake at 6:30am when the youngest decides it's time to get up monkeys. Ya, I remember sex.
All kidding aside, can you really have too much sex with your spouse? I mean, if you're losing sleep and drifting off at your job, if you're getting friction sores, sure, that might be too much. Otherwise, no, there's no 'too much sex.' I think most couples' problem is too little. How much sex is enough? For the overwhelming majority of us, I'm guessing not as much as we're getting now. At least those of us with kids. Gone are the days you could have a quickie on the couch or a little 'afternoon delight.' We joke about it, but it is serious. It's an important part of your relationship that gets neglected in the day to day exhaustion of work and kids. Maybe Petra has some advice to give. Petra?
So there's my two cents worth. Hope you enjoyed it. I took some time and read a bit of the other candidates' work before I started writing, and I can honestly say I would not feel bad losing to any of them. All would make a fine He to Petra's She. Except for Gumbo, of course. The guy's a hack and I know he's done hard time for embezzlement. And Ryan. I think 'he' is actually a 13 year old girl in Jersey and his photo is just an actor because I'm pretty sure I've seen him on those late night all-male chat line commercials. Just sayin.
Kidding. If you are one of my regular readers please don't vote for me 'just because.' Make sure you read all seven posts and vote for who you think will do the best opposite Petra, even if it's not me.
Matt from DC Urban Dad
1. Shopping - yay or nay?
You just had to give me this one. Oh well, before I write what I am about to write let me go ahead turn in my dude card once and for all and damn I just got it back.....
Okay now that's done and I'm prepared for the comments (go ahead and call me Nancy, it ain't the first and not the last), let me set the record straight.....
Not all men hate to shop.
Me, I'm a closet shopper. Take me to the mall and let me peruse Pottery Barn, Restoration Hardware, JCrew, Banana Republic, Nordstroms, or Bang and Olufsen and I can stay pretty content for a few hours. You never want to see me again, drop me in Best Buy. If you want to help you pick out clothes I will do it, but remember YOU (yes you) asked (ASKED) for my advice. Oh, but don't ask me to go into Victoria's Secret - I refuse to feel like a pedophile.
And don't ask me to try shit on. That is where I draw the line.
The men that do like to shop, their idea is to get in, get out, get on with your life. We are quick decision makers - we see a shirt, we like it, we buy it. Shoes, they look comfortable, bag 'em. Sweater, great colors, will match my pants, charge it.
The fact is we don't try on. I repeat DON'T. That is what free returns are for.
2. What makes a great movie?
I know what you are thinking......just like a man to not really commit to an answer right?
Sorry to disappoint, but it does. Let me put it this way....movies are kinda like sex. Some times you want it nice and slow hit all the right spots, other times you ain't got the time so you just want it fast, others times you just want it hard. It's the same reason dildos come in different shapes, sizes, motions, colors, etc.
Well movies are the same way for men. A great movie depends on the mood and the participants.
Are you hanging with your guy friends? If so, men want a full on Action Flick. Shit should be blowing up every 10 to 15 minutes at the very least. Plot is not key, but it is a plus. We also don't want too much sex - a boob here and there - hell yes, but full on action - no. Ain't no need in getting wood while you are sharing popcorn with your best bud. That ain't cool.
Are you hanging by yourself in the afternoon? If so, guys will lean on a good sappy Sports movie. You sure as hell don't wanna be crying over Brian's Song or Field of Dreams while sharing Milk Duds with your chica.
Had a tough week? Men want comedy all the way - Pineapple Express, Old School, Anchorman, 40 Year Old Virgin. Something that will make you laugh and forget that you need to hit the reset button on your 401K and work till you are in your 80s. Something that does not force you to think.
Are you with your woman? Forget what Mary J says, bring on the Drama - we wanna show our serious side. That we're intellectual and can understand complex scenarios and deep relationships. It also adds for extended conversation after the movie is over.
Are you with your extended family? One simple letter will suffice "G". That's all the movie you need. Ain't nothing worse than watchn' Diane Lane take it hard from that dude in Unfaithful while you are sitting next to your Grandmother-in-law. Once again, no wood necessary.
So there you have it. What makes a great movie? It depends.
I don't know about you, but I am sitting here with my head spinning from the awesomeness that I have been exposed to for the past three days. It's hard to believe that we still have two more competitors to go. I mean, can we get any better than what we have already read? Only time will tell, for tomorrow we will be exposed to the sweet bloggy perspectives of Ron from Clark Kent's Lunchbox and Ryan from Pacing the Panic Room. Saved the best for last or too little too late?
You will decide.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Idiot Boy from Idiot's Stew
I would like to thank the witty and adorable Petra for including me in her search for a temporary replacement for her beloved Jim. It is with great humility and the utmost respect that I contemplate stepping gingerly into his shoes, even for just a moment. I hope Petra, Jim, and you readers, find me worthy.
Oh, and for all you other hopeful daddy-bloggers who have submitted for this contest: blow me.
Question #1: Shopping: Yay or Nay?
I find “shopping” to be a slightly less pleasant activity than having my teeth scraped below the gum-line and only marginally more appealing than scooping up warm dog vomit with a slotted spoon. Still, like it or not, going out occasionally for new socks and underwear is a necessity. Even for me.
Indeed, shopping, for most hetero men, is nothing more than just another of life’s tasks that must be completed quickly and efficiently so as to minimize the misery as much as possible. This we achieve through careful planning wherein we employ organizational techniques learned on the field of sport, in the boardroom and in the war-room. To wit:
Execute Plan (thereby achieving objectives)
Celebrate Successes (retreat to nearest watering hole for flagon of ale)
And this is key: once the objectives are set and the plan is written, there shall be NO CHANGES.
Of course, any well developed plan can be derailed by an intervening force such as an earthquake, a hurricane, or a spouse (of the female gender). Countless are the times I’ve been bolting toward the cash register, items to purchase in one hand, credit card waving in the other, when I have been tripped-up at the last second by this statement emanating from my wife:
“I’m just going over here for a second; everything’s 50% off!”
And then, somehow, I find myself sitting outside the ladies’ dressing room while the Mrs. tries on a whole new wardrobe. When that happens, there’s nothing left for me but to hold her purse and know my plan, like my afternoon, is shot.
Question #2 (in 2 parts):
Is there such a thing as "too much sex" with your spouse?
How much sex is "enough?"
Uh, ladies? Is there any one of you out there that has any doubt as to a man’s perspective on these questions?
If so, you may want to spend less time in the blogosphere and more time observing the beast with whom you live. You will notice he operates on a rudimentary evolutionary level very close to that of an orangutan. Like his ape-cousin, your man’s main drivers are eating, sleeping, pooping and screwing. If he is well fed, regular and somewhat well rested, it is safe to assume the only thing on his mind is getting into your panties. Trust me. It’s the fucking truth.
Therefore, I say confidently, there is no such thing as “too much sex” with your spouse…and there is never “enough”.
Having said that, I do believe there is inappropriate timing and there are bad location choices. I know we men could do a much better job of being sensitive to our mate’s needs and of showing self-restraint and a general sense of decorum (right!). For instance, we should avoid going after the wife, or girlfriend:
As the dinner guests are pulling into the driveway
While she’s fixing a snack for the kids
At her mother’s 75th birthday party
At 4:00 AM Sunday morning
While the baby is crying (how do you NOT hear that?!)
At the airport (on either side of security)
In the frozen-foods section
In the side yard while the neighbor aerates his lawn
During American Idol
While she’s breast-feeding
At the bowling alley
During Deborah Winger’s death-scene in “Terms of Endearment”
At your office while your assistant sits just outside the door
In the trees off the 17th green
While the septic-tank is being pumped
I’m not sure I’ve answered the question(s), but I feel we’ve shared something important here today. Thanks.
Joe from Crotchety Old Man Yells at Cars
1. Shopping - yay or nay?
Shopping? First of all, men don’t shop. Nope, never. We buy. Men are the ultimate hunters, and are genetically wired to acquire goods much as our manly forefathers did. We stalk, we acquire, we go back to the man cave. Simple and efficient.
For instance, if a man were to need clothes for an important event, say an upcoming wedding, he would approach it logically and with certain resolve.
Shoes? Every man already owns a pair of black or brown shoes that will go perfectly with his new suit. Total time is about 20 minutes, including picking up a coffee at Gloria Jeans.
2. Body Piercings - awesome adornment or disgusting turnoff?
Totally depends on quantity. An earring or two can be rather awesome. A large diamond in the ear is understated and sexy. Nose rings, combined with a tongue ring, lip rings, naughty bits rings, and 15 studs in one’s ears, kind of freaky. I would be afraid to walk anywhere near a magnet, or to be out in a storm with lightning if my woman had too many piercings.
Well, well, well, the contest is heating up! Two more grand slams and STILL four more to go! Tomorrow we will read the creative musings of The Captain himself from Us and Them and Matt from DC Urban Dad (thankfully his groin pull is doing much better).
Pass the popcorn and pump the keg. This is gettin' good...