True. The article is written like they want to believe the baby will be born on July 4, not necessarily like the baby will be born then. I say if it is, they should name her Roman Candle.
Do doctors schedule C-sections on July 4? I mean, an emergency and you're on call is one thing, but will they let you schedule them? Granted, I'm not Victoria Beckham, but I doubt I could do that.
She already has a son named Brooklyn. Isn't that a tribute to America? Or maybe just the place of conception. Glad my parents didn't do that; I would have been named Oklahoma. Was trying to think of a place name with a similar sensibility as Brooklyn that would also work for a girl when I realized just how badly I need gainful employment.
I definitely do. Makes me want to switch to Google Chrome, which I'm sure was the intent. I'm lazy, though. It also makes me want to move to a blue state.
Dislike Kat and Garth. Actually, they could get rid of all the "musical acts so bad it's funny" and I wouldn't complain. They might not a have show, then.
I feel weird saying this, since I like a good homoerotic joke as much as the next person, but I didn't really find the cartoon or live-action all that funny. I mean, amusing sight gags, yes, but I kept thinking, "Jon Hamm, you're better than this." There's just no subtly and it's the same joke over and over rammed down the .... throat damnit. But maybe I'm just cranky.
I'm in Texas now, and while part of me wants to stay and fight, the other part of me gets so dispirited when Rick Perry declares forcing women to get a sonogram before an abortion "emergency legislation." I look to California and my BFF as a safe haven. In a year or two, depending on what kind of job I find here, I may flee the state.
The bit Rachel Maddow did on South Dakota the other night would have made me sick, but I'm afraid I'm too used to my reproductive system being attacked as a villain at this point.
Agreed. Don't get angry about it. Tell people you purchased it 8 months ago, if you want. Or let them think what they want; what matters is you love it. It also sounds expensive. I don't see how Kate Middleton wearing it is a "slap in the face," honestly. I've always thought she had good taste. It's not like Paris Hilton got married in your dress.
Thanks! Oh, I love that bakery website already. So bright and pretty. If I had a job at the moment, I'd be all over those cookies. Settling for a Little Debbie shaped like a tulip.
Fair points, there. I guess the long sleeves surprise me, even though they are lacey. I'm quite glad she had sleeves of some kind, though, as strapless dresses feel really overrated to me. Although I'm sure strapless was never an option; it is the royal freakin' wedding and all.
OK, Celebslam, whatever you are. Let's see how you look. Then let's throw two young kids into the mix, plus being married to Will Arnett (them Canadians are nothing but trouble, I tell ya).
She may look a little tired, but she does not look like that shit you said. She's still gorgeous and funny and I will sic Tammy Swanson (the librarian one) on you if you keep this up. Then we'll see who looks bad.
L.A. really needs to get its jail crowding under control, somehow. Although I know that's a lot easier said than done. 21 days is one thing, but a few hours after a sentence of 120 days is ridiculous. No wonder LiLo keeps thinking she can get away with it with no real consequences.
Heart? Texas has a heart? Surely you jest. Texas is a capitalist state, son. If there's a market for a heart, government officials will develop one. They haven't, so God Bless Texas, and don't mess with it, either.
Also, you need to be straight, white and Christian. The evangelicals will define if you are Christian enough.
I've heard good things about the Sookie Stackhouse series. A lovely Jezebel friend loaned me the first book, Dead Until Dark, when I went to visit a couple weekends ago. I have yet to start it. I'm not sure why. I read a lot more books before the Internet was around to do such a good job of distracting me.
As far as personal experience, I started reading Harlequin Blaze books in college to force my repressed self to admit I had a vagina. It worked, even though I had to hide the books from my conservative Baptist roomie. I still read a Blaze every now and again when I want a quick read with fucking.
There are also several good historical authors. Loretta Chase, Connie Brockway, Lisa Kleypas, Elizabeth Hoyt are all authors I've read and thought "Niiiiice" in the past.
I haven't seen a whole lot of porn, but if I'm flipping through Skinemax late at night, I do not want females with big fake boobs. But then again, as I discussed with a (gay) male friend, I'm clearly not the target audience. Hetero dudes are. Also, male porn stars who look like sex offenders don't do it for me.
Porn in general may not do it for me. I don't know. Book-fucking seems to do it for me more than people on the screen, although the people on the screen aren't bad, necessarily.
Had a job interview in Big Texas City (but not Texas City) Monday. The weekend before, a Jez whom I had never met in person offered me her spare room and when we met we connected like we'd been friends for years. It was great. She even talked me into drinking a little, when I usually drink about as much as a Mormon.
Sadly, by the time I got home from a long-ass drive Monday, they had already rejected me and apparently were not going to hire anybody they had interviewed that day. Maybe they want a candidate who farts rainbows, I don't know. Which led to me crying on my mom's shoulder. Because, in a fit of bravery/stupidity/brave stupidity, I quit my job in a state I was hating to move back to my mom's in hopes I could find a job in a Big Texas City.
I'm a little over a month unemployed. But hey, at least I had a blast and made a new friend.