I just WebMDed an eye problem I noticed in the last couple weeks. I learned it’s called an Eye Floater and it comes with old age. I was expecting something to prepare me for brain cancer. SO not exactly ready for that reality check. Shit.
Sometimes people ask me that. I usually say, “I don’t know.” Sometimes, I have a snotty comeback. Occasionally, I throwout some shit line about already-settled-down middle America.
But now, I’ll say it’s because I’m waiting for my very own Logan Huntzberger.
Oh my god. I’m 28. If I had watched Gilmore Girls when I was younger, it would be over by now. This is embarrassing.
I just overheard a coworker saying that a teacher who doesn’t have kids just can’t understand them.
This was logic as to why, this crazy overprotective mom, thinks the teacher doesn’t take good enough care of her kid. That the childless woman doesn’t understand what’s important or scary or hard in a kid’s world.
I AM APPALLED. Parenting does not trump teaching. Teaching does not trump parenting. I’m sorry, it’s all hard. But do NOT disrespect the educators–the people who spend all damn day with kids. They maybe don’t know everything about every child, but I would put money on the fact that they get kids.
Well, I’m almost two months late. I’ve even had the list done for a while. This year I had a few contenders for slot #5. Runners up include: Jake Ballard (Scandal), Dr. Robert Leeds (Sex and the City), Smith Jerrod (Sex and the City), Devin ‘Captain Awesome’ Woodcomb (Chuck).
#5 Aidan Sex and the City
He makes furniture, takes down walls, has a huge wall, wears a mad flannel, and cleans up quite nicely.
#4 Larry Paul Ally McBeal
He’s totally damaged and he breaks hearts. Just my type.
#3 Richard Castle Castle
He writes, he’s the coolest dad ever, and that hair, the smile.
#2 Chuck Chuck
#1 Mr. Big Sex and the City
Big, rich, and sexy. He makes mistakes. He cooks. He needs personal space. He has these eyes with a deep, soul-piercing gaze.
Every family has the loud one, the drunk one, the religious pusher, the political pusher, the worldly traveler, the environmentally conscious, the business man…
Okay, well, I don’t know that my family breaks out exactly like that (we have a number of religious and political pushers). But what I’m trying to say is there are a lot of ‘people’ that seem to exist in everyone’s family, and they’re the ones we talk about when we connect with others outside our genetic clan.
We don’t talk about the ones who are the sane, level-headed, generous, neutralizers in those grand family get-togethers. My family lost that on Thursday last week. It’s a big loss of a great man.
Listen here, interwebs. I didn’t watch Gilmore Girls when it was on TV. I think my mom did, which probably explains why I didn’t. (The only things I can remember watching with her were Diagnosis Murder and Touched by an Angel. I’m not as embarrassed by that as I should be.)
But now it’s on Netflix. I’ve ranked it right next to Californication and West Wing as the-most-binge-worthy shows ever. The writing is addicting. The wit and intelligence and quirk are out of this world.
I haven’t been blogging, but I am spending all my busy time plotting how I can quit my three jobs. You know, so I can get back to blogging.