you eat pieces of crap for breakfast?

Biden? Seriously? Biden? This election is now McCain's to lose. I think McCain could pick Lieberman and still win...what were you thinking Obama? Still, I like the odds.
McCrap can use all the help he can get...we'll see if he picks Romney. In my fantasy world, he would pick Fred Thompson. I liked fred.

What seems to be the problem, Micheal?

Aaron and I were watching the Olympics when a crappy promo for America's Got Talent came on and painfully finished with a shot of David Hasslehof sporting a Germany-loves-me-so-should-you face. And I huffed, "Hasslehof."

To which Aaron replied enthusiastically, "I know, it almost makes the show legit."

I (sincerely) love that I'm spending eternity with this man.

you can read minds?

In college, I had four bulimic and/or anorexic roommates at various times (two at one time though--that was brutal). This lifestyle was never a temptation to me, especially when I had to clean the bathrooms after one of their purge/laxative episodes. Because of my experience with these girls, I have a pretty good understanding of eating disorders and the brutal effects it has on everyone. I always thought bulimia was the easy one--the nastier of the two--but you could eat all you want. Although, watching them binge was almost as gross as hearing them throw up.

Anyway, I know that the disorders are about control, and now that I lack a bit of control of my own life, I see now how anorexia is actually easier. It is easy to not eat. And you are quickly rewarded as the weight drips off. (To anyone reading this: do not worry, I am not even considering having an eating disorder...I'm smarter than that. I was stressing about something, so I just didn't eat for two days, but now I'm fine.) Anyway, it was a surprising realization and something I have been thinking about...it makes me concerned about others that I see slipping toward this.

Another interesting insight into this disorder: Everyone I know that has had or currently has an eating disorder: they all have boob jobs. Every single one. And the longer they have had their new boobs, the less happy they are with them or with their bodies.

Despite how frumpy I might be or feel, I am glad that the way I look doesn't completely affect who I am...that I find worth in other attributes of my personality and life. So much so, that I was actually delighting in the motherly sag of my ladies--it was empowering in a weird sorta way.

Melrose Place is a really good show

so I've been working out at the clubhouse every night and each night this girl beats me there. So instead of watching the Olympics while I run, I am subjected to the crap shows that this girl watches, i.e., Keeping up with the Kardashins and Gossip Girl. These shows are so bad and nasty, they make 90210 and Melrose Place look like My Turn on Earth.

Not so much here, but right here

Do you ever get knocked on your butt and realize: for not doing anything wrong, you haven't been doing enough right? I feel that today. I could be much much better than I am. And I know what I need to do. I just think it is frustrating that I can easily ignore and be complacent about these things until I'm kicked in the butt. Lately, I definitely have been thinking that I'm better (spiritually) than I actually am. I haven't reached dirtbag status...I just could be doing a little bit...a lot a bit better. Here's to moving forward and hoping.

yeah, you want to ride that feeling

I am Hercules today. I loaded myself, 4 kids and a mattress into the car all on my own. And then, I loaded the mattress (sure, it was a twin, but it had a bit of a pillow-top) into the house and up the stairs all on my own. I don't need a boy; just my two guns: shirley and pepper--them be some tough-ass arm muscles. (grammatical retardedness intended.)

damn, we're in a tight spot

and like that, it's over.