After a five minute conversation in which Rita mentions five times that I need to post on WTR... I'm posting.
I don't have much. Her suggested topic -- facial hair -- just didn't do much for me.
Instead, I think it should be noted that she just spent $25 on dredging bowls from p*mp*ered *chef. And tongs.
Makes it so much more helpful than, I don't know, a plate and a fork?
Come to think of it, I've never seen her 'dredge'.
Showing posts with label lesbian relationships. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lesbian relationships. Show all posts
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
March Madness. *giggle*
Morale at my workplace is so bad no one had the gumption to start a b-ball pool this month. Sad, eh?
So Rita hooked me up and let me enter her company's madness. Mine is one of 128 brackets in the pool. As of this moment, I'm ranked #9. Last night I was #3, but then OSU screwed up.
Rita is #59.
And it's making her crazy.
With good reason. I pretty much picked my teams using my usual random approach. For example, when asked why in the world I picked Villanova to advance to the elite 8, my response was likely something along the lines of 'I like to say their name'. Rpi? Nah. And Syracuse -- honestly, I like the orange. The color.
Somewhere there's probably a committee assembled to begin the process of taking back my toaster oven. I had to get a waiver to claim it to begin with, being one of the only lesbians I know to have never played a team sport outside of kickball in second grade.
To make up for my momentary dominance I cooked dinner tonight, and we're watching the madness (and Celebrity Apprentice) with a nice Cabernet.
So Rita hooked me up and let me enter her company's madness. Mine is one of 128 brackets in the pool. As of this moment, I'm ranked #9. Last night I was #3, but then OSU screwed up.
Rita is #59.
And it's making her crazy.
With good reason. I pretty much picked my teams using my usual random approach. For example, when asked why in the world I picked Villanova to advance to the elite 8, my response was likely something along the lines of 'I like to say their name'. Rpi? Nah. And Syracuse -- honestly, I like the orange. The color.
Somewhere there's probably a committee assembled to begin the process of taking back my toaster oven. I had to get a waiver to claim it to begin with, being one of the only lesbians I know to have never played a team sport outside of kickball in second grade.
To make up for my momentary dominance I cooked dinner tonight, and we're watching the madness (and Celebrity Apprentice) with a nice Cabernet.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
No V-Necks Need Apply
Rita's favorite season is fast approaching. This weekend she's gone headfirst into her HSN/QVC browsing mode. Sunday Morning on CBS? Hmmmmph. I'm blogging to the sounds of some bubble-head doing her best to sell Rita a pressure cooker.
Seriously. It's like crack to her. And what's even odder -- SHE HATES TO SHOP.
I, of course, adore shopping. Just not via the tube.
I particularly like to gift those I love (and seek to dress in a style of my choosing) with warm, fuzzy, stylish sweaters.
Lands End and Eddie Bauer holiday catalogs send me over the edge.
A snazzy argyle. A fine cashmere. A thick, chunky, handknit import from the British Isles.
One of my favorite post-Holiday shopping activities is to peruse clearance tables piled high with men's sweaters. I have several lovely steals from the local Gap outlet that I wear as a coat until 'real' winter arrives.
So you can imagine my reaction the first time I presented Rita with one of my bargain finds for herself -- a lovely V-Neck shetland in a fabulous soft gray green.
She didn't shriek or run away -- but it was a decidedly mommie dearest decree -- no v-necks. Ever.
That almost ended the relationship before it began.
But I don't give up.
Rita will be the first to tell you I'm a strong believer in assimilation.
Each and every Fall when the catalogs start arriving I try again.
"Isn't it lovely? It's a shallow v, not really noticeable."
"Well, with a turtleneck under it it's not really a v-neck."
*sigh*
Seriously. It's like crack to her. And what's even odder -- SHE HATES TO SHOP.
I, of course, adore shopping. Just not via the tube.
I particularly like to gift those I love (and seek to dress in a style of my choosing) with warm, fuzzy, stylish sweaters.
Lands End and Eddie Bauer holiday catalogs send me over the edge.
A snazzy argyle. A fine cashmere. A thick, chunky, handknit import from the British Isles.
One of my favorite post-Holiday shopping activities is to peruse clearance tables piled high with men's sweaters. I have several lovely steals from the local Gap outlet that I wear as a coat until 'real' winter arrives.
So you can imagine my reaction the first time I presented Rita with one of my bargain finds for herself -- a lovely V-Neck shetland in a fabulous soft gray green.
She didn't shriek or run away -- but it was a decidedly mommie dearest decree -- no v-necks. Ever.
That almost ended the relationship before it began.
But I don't give up.
Rita will be the first to tell you I'm a strong believer in assimilation.
Each and every Fall when the catalogs start arriving I try again.
"Isn't it lovely? It's a shallow v, not really noticeable."
"Well, with a turtleneck under it it's not really a v-neck."
*sigh*
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Relationships
I have posed this question in my poll but I decided to pose the same question in my blog post just to get an idea of where everyone's head is in regards to whether or not a gay or lesbian relationship would have any more staying power if it were all nice and legal.
Let's think about it for a minute. How many of you were raised in a single parent household after a divorce? I was one of those kids. My parents divorced when I was 14 and I remember all of the good days and the ugly days that surrounded that "event". It was painful for both. It was all about custody issues, child support and alimony issues,who got to live in the house and the sorting through the miscellaneous bits-n-pieces of "who got what".
So my question is to you this evening......if gay and lesbian partnerships were all nice and legal would we take them more seriously or would those relationships still average a 5 year lifespan? If lesbians were dragged through divorce court each time they broke up, would we learn to be more patient and committed to each other because of that?
Lesbian inquiring minds yearn to know..........
Let's think about it for a minute. How many of you were raised in a single parent household after a divorce? I was one of those kids. My parents divorced when I was 14 and I remember all of the good days and the ugly days that surrounded that "event". It was painful for both. It was all about custody issues, child support and alimony issues,who got to live in the house and the sorting through the miscellaneous bits-n-pieces of "who got what".
So my question is to you this evening......if gay and lesbian partnerships were all nice and legal would we take them more seriously or would those relationships still average a 5 year lifespan? If lesbians were dragged through divorce court each time they broke up, would we learn to be more patient and committed to each other because of that?
Lesbian inquiring minds yearn to know..........
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