Best holiday ever

Corgis in costumes.



You're welcome.

Staying Still

Holliday-Cary House, N. College St., Auburn, Lee County, Alabama

1939

Frances Benjamin Johnston, via Library of Congress "Carnegie Architecture of the South." 

This morning when I heard the soothing NPR broadcaster tell me that today was May 17th, a light went off in my brain. May 17th...why is that date ringing a bell? Why is it important?

Looking through my old calenders didn't tell me much about why I would remember May 17th but it was revealing in other ways.

May 17th, 2009, was the day I arrived in Portland* to start an internship, live with my parents, be away from D$ for a few months and start the nitty gritty planning for my upcoming wedding.

May 17th, 2010, was the day after I graduated from my Masters Program and the day before we picked up the Budget Truck to fill with our belongings and drive across the country to a new life.

Suffice it to say, the last few Mays have been big transitions. It's almost odd that this May is so normal. I feel like, well, the weather is changing drastically, why isn't my life? At least that was my first thought.

Then I realized that we are already planning for more transitions. We have been talking about buying a house. We have tentative baby plans (not soon so just calm down over there). Sunday we went to Open Houses and we talked about meeting with a lender, "just in case." Home-buying felt like it was on the horizon.

Now I think maybe we aren't ready. Maybe we should wait. Maybe we should take time to appreciate the fact that we aren't  in a transition right now. I want to make sure that D and I are living in the present instead of rushing forward to the future. I want us to enjoy the summer - go away on weekends, stay in on weekends, sleep late, drink wine at 2 pm, enjoy each other and our life - before we leap ahead to the next thing.

The thing is...can I stay still for a while?


*Having flown into Seattle the night before, so it can't be that I remember it because I flew that day

Some people's kids

I'm so glad that there are people in the world like the one's who made this video. It reminds me that I am not the only person in the world whose desire to have children is fueled in large part by their potential to entertain me and/or freak out other people.



My sister is really on the money this week. She sent me this video with the explanation that it reminds her of herself. The resemblance is, in fact, striking.

Vagina Vagina Vagina

I have decreed that the following post is about marriage...if only because D$ is the one who sent me this article.

Yep. D$ sent me an article about tampons. Apparently, Kotex is "hoping to break down the stigmas and embarrassment surrounding feminine care products" in their marketing of a new product "U by Kotex."* However, they were informed by three different TV networks that they couldn't use the word "vagina" in their advertisements. When they substituted "down there" for "vagina" two of the three networks still rejected the ad.**

As a response (or maybe not as a response, but as a part of their general campaign), Kotex released the following video.

Now, I realize that this video, and the whole "U by Kotex" campaign, is really just another advertising shtick. And by talking about the ridiculousness surrounding feminine care products they are simply trying to tap into another market. (I can just see them, "But how do we get those damn frank-ass feminists to buy our products? How?). And they still aren't saying vagina. But. I really like that video.

Excuse my while I go put on my white spandex.

*By posting this, I am promoting something I really hate: the purposeful misspelling of words. Please note that I do not approve of the use of "U" for "you", or any other purposeful misspellings.

**I'm almost happy about this. Because, I mean, "Down there?" Really? How childish can you get, people?

WARNING: It might turn into vagina-week around here, so watch out. The fates have aligned to create a Vag-theme in my life this week and it is highly likely that I will be sharing it with you all. After I get around to the blog awards I have been neglecting, of course.

To Bam-Bam the pug dog

Oh, Bam-Bam.

The minute I saw there was a pet adoption our local Petsmart, I knew there would be trouble.

But I had no idea there would be you. Those hideous bug eyes. That intense underbite! I have no defenses against a dog as endearingly ugly as you. Wearing that red vest (it said ARF on it!) and shaking your little curly-q butt at me in the dog shampoo aisle.

You almost got me. I could just see you in our little apartment, Bam-Bam, snuggled in between the cats (I am sure they would learn to love you). You had me at ARF.

We had an intense few minutes there, Bam-Bam, and I'm sorry I couldn't take you home. You really would have fit well at the end of the bed (or, you know, as the small spoon in a cuddle pile).

See you around, Bam-Bam. Don't let the man get you down.

*Paintings of dogs that are not Bam-Bam from here.

And even in the midst of difficult things

there will always be...



For this of you that don't want kids or don't care about babies, sorry. But that shit makes both my uterus and my lip quiver. I actually saw this preview in the theater a while ago but a friend just re-sent it to me and it reminded me that there is always something beautiful out there to celebrate. And sometimes that thing is a goat drinking from a baby's bathwater.

If the Hubs and I co-wrote a blog

It would go like this:

My post: OMG LOOK AT THIS IT IS SO CUTE MY UTERUS IS EXPLODING:




D$'s Post: Check out this sweet dead-TaunTaun-as-sleeping-bag wedding cake:

**BigDogSmallBaby from PeoniesandPolariods (who got it from A Dirty Blonde)

**Dead TaunTaun Wedding Cake from Gizmodo, which is I site I didn't know existed until today. Yea. The hubs and I use the internet for different things...