If you're reading this...

let me know.

I'm curious to know who my readers are. And if you have a blog that I don't know about yet, feel free to link. I've got a wicked new extension for Firefox that is making it super easy and quick to check all of my favorite blogs daily.

Salut, mes amis!

There simply aren't enough...

hours in the day to complete everything I want to do.

Everything I *need* to do - maybe. Honestly, if I didn't have any interests outside of school, work, and family, I think I'd be doing just fine. I've learned (as unhealthy as it might be) to cope with little sleep and virtually no "down" time, in the interests of getting done what needs to be done.

However, there are too many things on the list of "wants".

I've developed an interest in Feminism, and trying to sate my desire to understand Feminism both as a theory and as a movement involves a mountain of reading and research that I just don't have enough time for.

That's just one example. I'd put down all of the rest, but I just don't have enough time tonight!

And then there's the desire to reach out and reconnect with friends and family that I don't spend nearly enough time communicating with!

I need to replicate myself.

I think my heart skipped a beat

Along the same lines as my last post...

A couple of weeks ago, I was listening to Cosmo Radio on Sirius (I know, I shouldn't subject myself to that sort of crap, but there was nothing else decent on). They were doing a bit where they were inviting men to call in and talk about what they find attractive in a woman. There was the usual string of "I like great breasts" and "I like a nice firm butt" and even a few "I like a girl with a great set of eyes".

Then this guy called in and was talking about the size of girl that he's into. He starts off okay, saying that he likes a girl who is trim and firm and obviously works out, which I can't say anything negative about, because everybody has their own preferences and that's okay. But then he goes on to say that "it's okay if a girl has a little bit of extra weight, you know, some curves. A girl could weigh even as much as 120 or even 130, and that'd still be okay."

I was flabbergasted. 120 or 130 lbs is 'extra weight'? Seriously? I'm average height, and at 120lbs I look practically skeletal. Anything under 120lbs is considered underweight for my height and frame. How have we gotten to a point where someone being in their healthy range is considered 'extra weight'?

Photoshopping, that's how. It's both amazing and scary how processed the images in our media are. I wish I still had the address to this site I saw a couple of months ago that was before and after retouching pics of celebrities taken for magazine spreads. The amount of 'extra' flesh that was edited out of these photos for the sake of 'beauty' was astounding.

Edited to add: Nevermind. I found the site I was thinking about, but the 'artist' has since taken the befores out of his portfolio. I have to wonder if it was because the celebs were less than impressed with the public being able to see the unretouched versions, if maybe he got a whack of feedback from people telling him how 'wrong' his work is, or some other reason. Much to ponder...

Edited again: But I found an article that has links to several other retouching sites with good examples of what I'm talking about.

These videos hit a cord as a mother of a young girl, but also as a female and simply as a human being. We have very far to go to turn this around.

Ignore this post

I'm only blogging this because I don't have speakers on my computer, and I want to remember to go to this site another time when I'm on a computer that does have some. Lazy, I know. More and more, I'm using this blog as my own personal bookmark page.

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Randomly appearing items of clothing

Whilst searching for a hat to wear to the store (shut up - I didn't want to spend 20 minutes doing my hair for 20 minutes of grocery shopping), I found a sweater in our front hall closet. It is black. Size small. Gap. It is definitely not mine, although I covet it. If it is yours, or you know who it belongs to, send a $50 ransom at your nearest convenience and I might think about giving it back. Neither The Husband or I have any idea how or when it took up residence. I'm hoping it came from another dimension. Wouldn't that be fun!

Ways to avoid housework...

There will be eight or so people here for dinner tomorrow night (I was hoping we'd pick up more strays - the more the merrier! - but so far it's just close family) and while my house is not a total disaster, it certainly isn't meeting the cleanliness standard I generally aim for (which some may describe as neurotic, but let's not go there). I'm having trouble finding motivation to clean, and in pondering my lack of motivation, I decided to procrastinate further by posting a list of things I have done thus far today to procrastinate (in no particular order).

1. Visit Sybermoms. Several times. Nope... still no new posts. Try again 5 minutes later? No. Maybe if I keep hitting the New Posts button every 90 seconds I'll find a good time suck thread? Nope. Damn.
2. Visit all of my favorite blogs (see list to the right and down). Read the last several months archives on a couple of them. Refresh repeatedly to see if Heather has posted yet today. Nope, not yet.
3. Check e-mail. Repeatedly.
4. Play with child
5. Bathe child (this didn't really help the procrastination though - as I cleaned the bathroom while she was playing in the tub).
6. Make breakfast for child (made more mess doing this).
7. Make lunch for child (and this).
8. Pack for child to spend a week at her dad's (yay! some laundry "put away").

Now, I have done a couple of loads of laundry and a load in the dishwasher, so I'm not really that bad off. The Husband has been helping me out with keeping the house in shape lately, which is always needed and greatly appreciated - between work, school, a doozy of a migraine on Thursday, and a general desire to spend just five minutes doing *nothing*, I've really needed the extra help. What I really need to do right now though is write a shopping list of stuff to pick up for tomorrow. And The Husband had to work today, so I'm SOL on getting his assistance on that one. Time to stop procrastinating by posting about procrastinating. *Sigh*