Archive for May, 2008
Here Comes the Child Bride
Author: Stacy13 May
There’s this running joke in the Snarkwife/UberHusband household…that Capt. UberHusband runs for the hills (or rather, the airport) every time the season finale of The Bachelor is upon us. Seriously. The guy is never here for the finales. I remember sitting in our bedroom (in our old bed, watching our old TV) back in the Aaron Buerge days when I squealed and was all excited he had chosen Helene.
Last night, no different…although to CU’s credit, he did talk to me during the last episode, but even I couldn’t handle it after Matt called Shayne “Monkey” for the eighty bajillionth time. Ick.
Now, I get the concept of cute couples and pet names (mine includes the word “bear”), but when the bearer of said pet name wraps her legs and body around her beloved every ten minutes like a four-year old in need of a nap…I get a serious case of the Icks.
Not meaning to go all Grumpy Old Married Woman on ya’ll, but I was in love when I was 22. In fact, I had been dating the guy for three years…so I think I probably had a better gauge on the long-term viability of the relationship than Shayne does. We had even done all those non-Bachelor activities the producers try to avoid during filming…like grocery shopping, laundry, and unwrapping your legs from around each other.
Sunday, Monday, Happy Days
Author: Stacy12 May
Last night was officially the Beginning of the End for me…TV season-wise. We passed on Desperate Housewives in favor of the Survivor finale and lucky for us our viewing of Boston Legal from two weeks ago (which has just been renewed…yay!) caused us to start into Survivor twenty minutes late.
Why is this lucky, you ask? It’s lucky because due to the wonder which is Tivo, once we backed up 20 minutes…we were able to fast-forward through all the mucky, girly crying and verklempting between Natalie, Pavarotti (I have to call her that, else I’ll keep calling her Poverty), Amanda and Cirie. I now know why mixed final fours are more interesting…because four girls talking about how amazing and awesome they are starts looking like James’s festering wound. Seriously.
Having said that…I honestly and truly did not expect Pavarotti to win. I figured if Amanda took Cirie to the final two, she’d have a tough time winning. With Pavarotti though…seemed like a lock for Amanda.
And I’m sorry, did Mary (Yeah, I know…who?) say her fiance-friend-of-a-former-castaway proposed after three days? Good luck with that. You know what we need? Survivor - Newlywed Island. Oh wait, we already had that this season.
And today at lunch, I watched the Brothers and Sisters season finale. I love that show. I hated it the first few episodes though…thought it was too clever for its own good. After the writing picked up a bit (IMO), I became a faithful watcher.
But.
Did the Walker clan really have to go there? Is there not enough drama going on? Do we have to rehash the illegitimate child storyline again? Fifty bucks says it’s Ryan Atwood. From Chino to The O.C. to Pasadena. Works for me.
Now…just need to catch up on Desperate Housewives. Don’t tell me what happened…for the time being I’d like to stay in my fantasy world where Mallory Keating isn’t dealing drugs out of Gaby’s house, and Parker and Preston set Kayla on fire.
It’s Mother’s Day…Martyr Up!
Author: Stacy9 May
It’s almost Mother’s Day, and we know what that means…time to pander to all the moms out there by pointing out how much they “should” be getting paid.
I hate these articles, studies, analyses, whatever you want to call them. Want to know why? Because motherhood is a lifestyle choice. It is not a job.
As a comparison, I have two dogs…and have had them for 9 and 11 years, respectively. They are living creatures which require that I tend to their needs or they will die. Getting these dogs was a lifestyle choice. While I realize Poodle and Schnoozer will not be contributing to society, it is my responsibility to make sure I have raised them so they don’t annoy the crap out of everyone with their barking, or run around loose and bite people or defecate on other people’s lawns. Sadly, I wish more parents would raise their children with the same basic level of respect for others.
Having said that, I do not raise my fist in solidarity with other pet owners, demanding that some entity appreciate my sacrifices and pay me for my many pet owner-associated jobs which include pet food nutritionist, veterinarian, groomer, personal trainer, and behaviorist.
Red State Fever…Catch It!
Author: Stacy8 May
I was at physical therapist’s office last night waiting for my pilates class to start, and when I was in the waiting room, two 70-ish men sat down on the couch across from me.
The first man said, “So, which do you think is the lesser of three evils in the Presidential race?” The second replied with, “I dunno. I guess I’ll vote for McCain. What about you?” The first followed up with, “McCain, too. I guess. Although I don’t really want to.”
Can’t you just feel the energy? The excitement? The unbridled emotion?
I think that speaks for the vast majority of Republicans around here, based on what my ears have absorbed over the past few months. It’s even worse for moderates like me. Personally, I’m not a fan of either side this election. Although, I did like John McCain’s choice of Dwight Schrute as his running mate. The beet could become the national vegetable.
You Must Be the Change You Wish to See in the World
Author: Stacy2 May
Ah yes, the tide-turning words Dr. Addison Forbes Montgomery Ghandi spoke to Izzie last night on Grey’s Anatomy…so true. Yes. So true.
I’m not sure if it’s because I’m about to embark on a new semester tomorrow, or because I’m going through my bi-annual Work at Home Funk…but that quote really hit a nerve with me. I so desperately want to be the change I wish to see in the world, especially on a professional level. I keep thinking that if I lead by example…good things might happen, and some sort of positive change will be effected.
But, kinda like Izzie, I keep losing the lion fights. I keep jumping in - I suppose - because I am hard-wired biologically to do so. Either that or I’m that gazelle on National Geographic who simply does a good job of hiding and running between safe spot and safe spot, thinking she’s in the fight when she’s really not.
Gah. Listen to me. As excited as I am when each semester ends because really, I need the break…I actually do look forward to school starting up again. It sounds rather pathetic, but during those twelve consecutive weeks, three times a year…I feel smart. I feel like I can do more than quote Grey’s Anatomy, tell you in what country Mariah Carey picked up a marriage license this week, and explain to our technical support folks for the eighty bajillionth time that Windows XP is not a browser.
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