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Friday, July 28, 2006


Do you ever have a week in which you reel into Friday feeling like it will be a miracle if you stay on your feet all day? I did, and I did.

Sigmund, Carl and Alfred took pity on us and shared some jokes.

I'm really too tired to be even coherent - heck, I'm so tired I feel drunk - but I added Dr. Melissa Clouthier to the links. She makes me laugh with her common sense. The magic never fails - it even worked today:
Do you assume, like I do, that most Hollywood types have the self-esteem and standards of your local prostitute or lawyer or used car salesman and do what feels good with whomever fells good whenever feels right? Maybe I overgeneralize.
Well, I don't think Tinseltown is a good place to grow up, but I agree. Lance Bass sleeping with a man is hardly news, dang it.

The Anchoress has some words of publicity wisdom about bustlines on busts, and Jimmy Carter. If you don't bust out laughing you're officially dead:
For some reason, Hillary - who is an attractive woman - here looks like the love child of Jimmy Carter and Eleanor Roosevelt, but wearing the breastplate usually associated with Brunnhilda in Die Walkure!
I'm hopelessly behind the times, because I even find other people's children fascinating:
To be honest, I spent much of the early years of my children's lives in a workaholic frenzy because the thought of spending time with them was more stressful than any journalistic assignment I could imagine.

Kids are supposed to be fulfilling, life-changing, life-enhancing fun: why was my attitude towards them so different?
Because, Honey, you never dropped out of your workaholic frenzy long enough to clear your mind of your own affairs so that you could see your children for what they are. Watching a baby figuring out even the early stages of life is a wild adventure! There's that moment when you realize that they've figured out that all these big guys moving around are people, and that they can make them do things... You watch them realize "I can control my voice!" "I can hit this and make it move!" "I'm gonna get her back!" Children are an (often-fatiguing) drama that remind us that we're human, and what being human is all about. To watch a mind and a personality form in front of your eyes is infinitely more intriguing than any mystery ever written. And dealing with a toddler gives you more exercise than a stint at the gym!

This is a woman who needs to spend some time with a rosary. Honestly, she's gonna have a heart attack at a young age. Contemplative prayer would help her a lot, and I don't think she's going to figure this out on her own. She's all stuck on I, talking in her own brain a mile a minute, and she's a dead zero on observation. I agree with some of what she says - parents shouldn't obsess over their children. But that's different than not even experiencing them.

Kiddo, when you're on, you're ON!

When I saw that Anchoress post, I laughed for an 2 hours!
I choked on my coffee. She's hazardous!

Do you remember her fashion post from some Hollywood ceremony? In my darkest hour, I can hear the words "Think up" and double over in hysterics.
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