W&B Loves: The Death of a President

I only had to watch it once.  After 647 pages and 40 seconds my life would never ever be the same.

I am officially obsessed with JFK.

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Defending Their Honor

This is going to be a quick one, as in 45 minutes we’re headed to PA to spend some quality time with my family.  It’s been since CHRISTMAS and they have been holding my Cricut hostage.  To avenge!

Speaking of avenging — how do you handle situations where your spouse or significant other has been hurt?  Especially when it might not be your business to get involved.  Do you feel that it is your business because they are your SO and jump to their aid OR to you wait for them to ask for advice/help/support?

As you can guess, I leap without looking — but I’m anxious to hear how the rest of your defend your love’s honor.

Have a great weekend!

{PS – TMI Thursday pending…I was in training yesterday and don’t worry, I’m now RIPE with TMI instances.}

On Divorce

Last week I was horrified to learn that John Edwards did in fact father the child of his mistress.  GROSS.

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What I cannot really wrap my head around is how gracious Elizabeth Edwards {you know his wife dying of cancer, mother of his two legit children} has been through everything.  No word on how she’s handling the latest news, but I can only imagine it’s with extreme grace.  Per usu.

I admire most that the D word never came into play.  Divorce.

My Choice but It’s Not My Choice

Recently, it has been brought to my attention that Focus on the Family is running an ad during the Super Bowl.  According to the NY Times Media Blog:

…the commercial would feature Tim Tebow, the college football star, and his mother, Pam Tebow, sharing a personal story in the vein of “Celebrate family, celebrate life.”In the past, Mrs. Tebow has spoken of a decision she made to give birth to Tim rather than having an abortion as she was advised by doctors.

Fantastic.

Reconnect

Over the course of my almost 30 year existence I’ve had the pleasure {and at times express displeasure} of meeting a lot of people.  Obviously, in the course of said existence, you fall out of step with some people.  Sometimes by choice, sometimes by chance, distance or otherwise.

Regardless of what happens {unless you are the victim or instigator of a restraining order} the best  part of disconnecting with friends, is of course, reconnecting.

Why I Hate Housework

Put me at a table with another late 20 something woman, especially one who is married or is living in close proximity to their love, and within about 7 seconds flat I’m complaining about housework.  How I hate it, how it is never ending and how respective spouses are no help. {which is sometimes unfair …sometimes.}

This morning, as I emptied the dishwasher with a MOUNTAIN of dirty dishes giving me mean looks from the sink, I picked at the not so clean dishes wondering how in the world my mother did it.  Then I looked to my feet and saw the dirty DISGUSTING kitchen floor and almost burst into tears.  Why at 27 can I not keep a clean house?!

Nothing, Honey

I’m really sorry for the lameity but I literally have nothing of worth to tell you about.  That’s actually not true.  I simply am being lazy.  Hopefully I will be back in full manyana!

No Spend Zone

I lurve the Fat Bridesmaid.  She’s funny and insightful and I’ve enjoyed following her around the blogsphere.  I checked in with her recently to read that she is giving up spending for Lent.  I immediately decided we would copy her.

TMI Thursday: I Sincerely Thought That Would Work

TMI Thursday is always high on my priority list, but sometimes I can’t share things {to protect the innocent} and or I think of things to share and then promptly forget them when the time comes.

Last week I had the best overshare story ever and then when I went to tell all of you, I seriously FORGOT.  Le sigh.  But THANK GOD someone {Medwards of all people} reminded me of it at Last Day of Work Happy Hour for Msheed and here we are.

Celebrate

Everything should always be celebrated with your favorite foods,

{or drinks}