Jenny Sanford Interview

So, I just watched Barbara Walters interview Jenny Sanford. I was fascinated and confused throughout the interview. First, I think Jenny Sanford's first supervisor summed it up best. He basically stated that Jenny Sanford was too good for Mark Sanford. She then said something that sort of touched on why she chose this man. She said she wanted a traditional marriage. She went on to explain that she wanted to be a wife and a mother. Again, I was fascinated because she just didn't come across as a woman that could be satisfied with being a mother and a wife and not exploring a career outside of the home. In the end, it seemed like she really was at peace with herself and her choice, which is amazing for her. I don't know if I could be at peace with something like that this quickly.

One thing that I did not like was when Barbara inferred that Jenny Sanford was courageous and brave for leaving her husband not standing beside him during his confession. Really? I think she's courageous and brave for making a decision and moving forward. I don't think someone can say a woman is courageous and brave for leaving. Doesn't this imply that if a woman stays, then she's not courageous and brave? I just feel like this is a personal decision for a woman, and it shouldn't be judged like that. My two cents. Did anyone else watch it?

For Drinne

Some of you may know Drinne from Jessie's blog. She's doing a little guest spot this week, and I found it to be wonderfully funny and incredibly well-written. If you would like to take a peek, please click on the fine man ass.

Silent

Hopefully, it's ok to be silent sometimes. I've felt like this the past week; therefore, I thought I would share my favorite poem. Enjoy.


This Is Just To Say

by William Carlos Williams
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

Checking in

I'll make a list of the interesting things that have happened this week.

1. Amber sent me a kick ass tiara to wear in bed with my fugly eye patch. She also sent me these wonderful shrimp shaped soft candy. Sounds strange, but everyone loves them. I've hid them under the mattress.

2. I received a get well card that quoted Shakespeare. That's just impressive that someone found an appropriate Shakespeare quote.

3. Sukie hooked me up with digital books from the local library. I can't read very well yet, and in fact, I can't really type very well. Stick with me.

4. I've considered throwing myself a "I can't have direct sunlight in my eyes for a few weeks, so come have some cake squares and salted nuts...and don't forget to bring me a pair of kick ass Jackie O sunglasses in a variety of colors" shower. I don't think the women around these parts would understand this type of shower, but I so do crave one.

5. My toenails are jacked the fuck up because I'm not allowed to bend over. There goes the doggy style sex, too. ;)

6. I have to wear an eye patch to work next week. Mortified. Absolutely mortified.

7. I can't drive for a week, so Sukie will be zipping me back and forth in her fast car. Scary and fun!

8. All I want to do is get up and get my own coffee. The cat has other plans. I've been clotheslined by her fat ass twice this morning. My knees are nasty and scabby. Oh well. Jacked up toenails and scabby knees. That's me!

9. Reading my Internets makes my eye water. Fuck!

10. Finally, but not least, I miss you guys.

Camels and Carnations

I received flowers today. I put them on the mantle in the living room. Mr. Bitchford walked through and crinkled his nose. He said, "Has someone been in here that smokes?" I said, "No." Then I realized what was wrong. The flowers? They smelled like cigarettes. The fucking delivery guy had smoked in his car before delivering my flowers. I hate this town.

The Pouf

I had to go back to the doctor today. I'm getting some things taken care of, and I'm pretty stressed about it. I went in today for a pre-op appointment, and I encountered The Pouf. She was at the front desk. I swear that I actually saw tumbleweeds blowing right out the back of her head. Girlfriend was fucking stupid. I checked in, and she blinked her spidery and cakey mascara eyes at me. Oh, and one of her fake eyelashes was loose at one end. I shit you not. It was loose. She says, "Your insurance says that you are inactive. You can't have surgery." She blinks some more. I say, "What?" She repeats, "You have no insurance. You can't have surgery." I stare at her large pouf in her hair, and that damn dangling eyelash is taunting me. I said, "Why don't you call the insurance company? There's a mistake." She says, "No (swivels her screen around) see it says inactive." I step away and call the insurance company. I find out that there is a computer glitch, but they will be happy to fax a certified letter to the office stating that I'm covered. I tell this to The Pouf. She starts blinking again. She says, "No. It has to say it on the screen." I? Lost it. I raised my voice and told her that I would no longer be able to speak to her without being really cruel and mean. She blinked again, and the eyelash was getting looser. I asked her to please get someone else for me to speak to. She says, "Oh, I'm just filling in. The other girl is at lunch." Well, of course she is! I finally got it straightened out and turned around to see the entire lobby staring at me. Nosey fuckers.

Namaste

Enjoying the beach this weekend. Hope you all are enjoying the weekend, too.