i keep thinking it’s friday. all day with the friday. “thank god i don’t have to work tomorrow!” i kept thinking. and then reality crashes back home and i wish i was dead. this has been the longest week. the longest!
taking a vacation is wonderful. until you come back. that’s when you realize no one was doing all your work for you while you were gone. when you’re laying on the beach in the warm sun with sunshiney goodness beating down on your face thinking, “this is fabulous! why don’t i do this more often?” you don’t think about that. it’s not until you get back and find your in-box buckling under the enormous weight of every super-urgent, must be dealt with yesterday matter you left behind that you remember you even have a job — but by then it’s too late, the damage has been done. you may as well get out the shovel and start digging.
we had a fabulous time at the beach. even the drive was decent. not much traffic. no construction. the boys counted this:
27 big rigs blew their horns for them when they did the little elbow-bendy horn-honky thing at them
1 nosepicker
21 wave returners
14 cell phone blah blahers
11 eaters
they kept a log. it helped pass the time. but it disturbed me. little bit. not gonna lie.
i miss the beach though. will you just look at this sunset?
the boys miss it too. they can’t do this in the backyard:
or this:
i can’t see this from my office window:
is that too much to ask? is it really? i’m going to just sit here and sigh. sigh and look at my pictures. tomorrow really is friday, right?
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A Woman's Manifesto
Because a woman’s work is never done.
and is underpaid, or unpaid, or boring, or repetitious,
and we’re the first to get fired,
and what we look like is more important than what we do.
And if we get raped its our fault
and if we get beaten we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos
and if we don’t we’re frigid
and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a real man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic or pushy
and if we expect childcare we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and un-feminine
and if we don’t we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate, safe contraceptive, but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion
and for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.- Joyce Stevens, International Woman’s Day, 1975.
Man Vs. Heart Attack
I am somewhat worried about the dude on Man v Food. He isn’t looking so good these days and putting that food away like that can’t be good for him.
Sounds like a wonderful holiday. We used to keep statistics when we drove back to England. Dead cats used to be pretty popular I remember. Now we fly back and you can’t see much out if a plane and the children are too old….
Have a good weekend now that it’s finally here.
oh that would have been a good idea too as there was no shortage of roadkill everywhere. too bad we didn’t think of it.