Okay, so Jason is cute and all that. He has a son who he seems to totally dig. He says it wasn’t his choice to end his marriage.
But, Ladies, let’s think for a minute here.
His ex may very well be watching the show and cackling, saying, “You dumb girls! Just wait until he gets the ring on your finger. Then it’s all Neanderthal Man. He’ll expect you to do all the housework and caring for his son Ty (every other weekend … ooh, now THAT’s a hard task) and to quit your job and have no hobbies. DeAnna made the right choice!!!!!”
I’m not saying he’s a bad guy. I wouldn’t know. But how can thousands of women apply to be on a show to marry a guy based only on some (heavily edited) TV show? His digging his son could all be an act. Why the hell would you leave your kid for weeks on end to find LOVE? Try Match.com or Chemistry.com or the local Gymboree, for God’s sake.
These women are fantasizing about an instant family, and it just doesn’t happen that way. Ty may hate you, darling! You may have fist fights with the ex-wife. The in-laws could turn out to be real jerks.
I have an idea: let’s get engaged after getting to know someone for WEEKS with cameras in our faces and the guy kissing a bunch of other women.
And, yes, I continue to watch and love the show, just like The Housewives series on Bravo. I’m sad and sick and wrong.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
High School Graduation from Shawnee Mission North
This was taken in my backyard in May of 1989 right before graduation. I was quite a bit blonder then (anyone remember evil Sun-In?) and loved my blue and black eyeliner for sure. And the curling iron. And the hairspray.
By graduation I had alienated all my friends for some reason, which I do from time to time still (could it be an Only Child/Loner thing?). Instead of going to great parties and staying out all night (the ONLY night I had ever been allowed to do so), I believe I just drove around with a few friends HUNTING for parties, dancing near the railroad tracks off Merriam Lane and got home around 1 or 2. I was not drunk in the least. I was a pretty good kid until I hit 18, which was about a month away from graduation.
What were my big plans for the future? JuCo (Johnson County Community College) for a degree in Hotel and Restaurant Management. It seemed logical since I loved working in restaurants. Good thing my parents were never College Dictators because I dropped out many times and took 10 YEARS (I was 28) to get my 2-year degree.
I know a lot of women who are going back to school now that they have little kids. I would rather have a root canal, seriously. I prefer the School of Life, and my writing career is taking off a little at a time, despite my lack of education and my plethora (look it up) of mistakes (I have a whole blog devoted to those!).
Sidenote on my husband: He went to college (DeVry) when he was 25, graduated at 28 and paid for it himself … $30,000 in loans, my friends. I’m sorta proud of the guy.
How about you? Are you eju-muh-kated? How did you like college? Do you want your kids to go or you think they won’t be successful in life? If so, who’s buying?
Monday, February 16, 2009
"Flipping the Weight Loss Switch" Monday Part 2 (Exercise)
God help me, I’ve actually lost weight (my stats are hidden somewhere on this blog page). When I’m stressed out these days I don’t eat a bag of Dove chocolates. Instead I pork in half a box of sugar-free, fat-free instant pudding with a trough of light whipped cream. I don’t know how many baby Doves are in a bag, but they are 1 point each on the Weight Watchers plan and I only get to eat 25 points each day … a bag has to be about 35, whereas my pudding indulgence is about 5 points.
Still, WW does allow those 35 “flex” points, which I call “cheater points” … meaning you can save them and lose some weight or you can eat 35 points of healthy OR naughty and still be eating within your points.
This is the part where my dad is saying, “I don’t really like the taste of points. I prefer to eat food.” Moo-ving on …
I just wanted to share with you that even watching the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show and having an ex come to town recently only made me eat MORE. How messed up is THAT? I feel like I have a food addiction and need to go to some 12-step program.
I’m tired of being asked if I’m pregnant when I’m not*. I’m turning in my amaretto sours for WW Amaretto Cheesecake 1 point yogurt.
I’m going to kick fat’s ass. Sooo …
How do you prioritize exercise when you have so many other things going on in your life? I’m not going to use my kids or homeschooling or my husband’s travel as an excuse anymore. I don’t need my husband in town or a babysitter to be able to MOVE MY BUTT enough to burn a few calories. I can homeschool and be a writer AND find time to move, even in the winter.
Except it’s hard to do an aerobics tape (oh, how I used to love WATCHING aerobics tapes while eating cheeseburgers and fries) with a 26-pound baby pulling up on your legs. And I have GOT to remember to ASK for Treadmill Time from Aron … I need him to watch the kids so the baby doesn’t wander into the room and get her fingers stuck in the machinery. This is the part where my mom recommends a playpen, but I think it’s a little late for that … the baby would just stand there looking at me and crying, and that’s no fun for a wimp like me. Besides, I like to pretend I’m a runway model-in-training when I’m walking, and a baby kind of cramps my style (unless I pretend I’m Heidi Klum).
So how do YOU carve out time to exercise or are you content with your Mommy Body just the way it is (and think I’m being ridiculous because appearance doesn’t matter anyway)? Unless you’re a guy reading this, in which case I sure hope you do not have a Mommy Body (muffin top, moobies, etc.).
Come back next Monday, when we’ll discuss Food Dictators.
*Of course, now I AM pregnant, and that is not an excuse to eat poorly and not exercise. And I do consider morning/evening sickness puking to be a form of exercise. Good for the stomach muscles.
Still, WW does allow those 35 “flex” points, which I call “cheater points” … meaning you can save them and lose some weight or you can eat 35 points of healthy OR naughty and still be eating within your points.
This is the part where my dad is saying, “I don’t really like the taste of points. I prefer to eat food.” Moo-ving on …
I just wanted to share with you that even watching the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show and having an ex come to town recently only made me eat MORE. How messed up is THAT? I feel like I have a food addiction and need to go to some 12-step program.
I’m tired of being asked if I’m pregnant when I’m not*. I’m turning in my amaretto sours for WW Amaretto Cheesecake 1 point yogurt.
I’m going to kick fat’s ass. Sooo …
How do you prioritize exercise when you have so many other things going on in your life? I’m not going to use my kids or homeschooling or my husband’s travel as an excuse anymore. I don’t need my husband in town or a babysitter to be able to MOVE MY BUTT enough to burn a few calories. I can homeschool and be a writer AND find time to move, even in the winter.
Except it’s hard to do an aerobics tape (oh, how I used to love WATCHING aerobics tapes while eating cheeseburgers and fries) with a 26-pound baby pulling up on your legs. And I have GOT to remember to ASK for Treadmill Time from Aron … I need him to watch the kids so the baby doesn’t wander into the room and get her fingers stuck in the machinery. This is the part where my mom recommends a playpen, but I think it’s a little late for that … the baby would just stand there looking at me and crying, and that’s no fun for a wimp like me. Besides, I like to pretend I’m a runway model-in-training when I’m walking, and a baby kind of cramps my style (unless I pretend I’m Heidi Klum).
So how do YOU carve out time to exercise or are you content with your Mommy Body just the way it is (and think I’m being ridiculous because appearance doesn’t matter anyway)? Unless you’re a guy reading this, in which case I sure hope you do not have a Mommy Body (muffin top, moobies, etc.).
Come back next Monday, when we’ll discuss Food Dictators.
*Of course, now I AM pregnant, and that is not an excuse to eat poorly and not exercise. And I do consider morning/evening sickness puking to be a form of exercise. Good for the stomach muscles.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Stop Dating Jerks!
When I was 18 I made a big mistake and moved in with my boyfriend of only a few weeks. He quickly became abusive, but I was too proud to move back home. One of the other fun things he did was to throw my mementoes and diaries from high school in the Dumpster behind our apartment complex.
There was probably a sheet of paper with the lyrics to “Hold Onto the Nights” by Richard Marx in there. My Prom corsage. Movie ticket stubs. Notes from best girlfriends. There were definitely some juicy diaries I wish I still had, even if just to help me better understand my own kids when they hit teenagerdom.
Oh, and he also ripped my junior year high school yearbook in half when he saw a heartfelt letter written in it by my then-boyfriend and threw it away.
Girls, if you are dating a jerk, STOP IT! You are worth more than that. You KNOW how it feels to be treated right. Seek it out. You CAN have chemistry with a Nice Guy … trust me. The older I get, the more of them I can spot at 50 paces. And I can ALWAYS spot a JERK, even before he opens his mouth. I either steer clear of those guys these days, or else verbally put them in their place.
Now go give your partner a big hug and kiss … or go out and find “The One.” (Sorry, I’m pregnant and bossy)
There was probably a sheet of paper with the lyrics to “Hold Onto the Nights” by Richard Marx in there. My Prom corsage. Movie ticket stubs. Notes from best girlfriends. There were definitely some juicy diaries I wish I still had, even if just to help me better understand my own kids when they hit teenagerdom.
Oh, and he also ripped my junior year high school yearbook in half when he saw a heartfelt letter written in it by my then-boyfriend and threw it away.
Girls, if you are dating a jerk, STOP IT! You are worth more than that. You KNOW how it feels to be treated right. Seek it out. You CAN have chemistry with a Nice Guy … trust me. The older I get, the more of them I can spot at 50 paces. And I can ALWAYS spot a JERK, even before he opens his mouth. I either steer clear of those guys these days, or else verbally put them in their place.
Now go give your partner a big hug and kiss … or go out and find “The One.” (Sorry, I’m pregnant and bossy)
Thursday, February 12, 2009
I Can't Stand Goodie Bags
Do you ever feel bad when you spent less on the birthday party kid’s gift than the kid’s parents spent on goodie bags for YOUR kids?
I would love to hear your answers, and here is mine:
Nope.
I’m not a fan of the Goodie Bag at birthday parties. For those of you who have been living under a rock, the goodie bag is a bag of fun little crap given to birthday party attendees at the end of the party. Hmmmm, and I thought cake and ice cream were PLENTY of goodies!
Look, most kids have way more toys and little junk than they could ever use. Multiply that by 4 (edited October 2011 to read FIVE) at my house and you have a real runaway mess on your hands.
For the record, I also hate those little gifts they give out at weddings, too. Our wedding "favors" were crayons that were left on the paper tablecloths for coloring. No joke. We are a classy bunch, for sure.
I would love to hear your answers, and here is mine:
Nope.
I’m not a fan of the Goodie Bag at birthday parties. For those of you who have been living under a rock, the goodie bag is a bag of fun little crap given to birthday party attendees at the end of the party. Hmmmm, and I thought cake and ice cream were PLENTY of goodies!
Look, most kids have way more toys and little junk than they could ever use. Multiply that by 4 (edited October 2011 to read FIVE) at my house and you have a real runaway mess on your hands.
For the record, I also hate those little gifts they give out at weddings, too. Our wedding "favors" were crayons that were left on the paper tablecloths for coloring. No joke. We are a classy bunch, for sure.
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