This is the last of my “things I love” posting for Valentine’s Day week because it dawned on me, I don’t love that many things, at least not things I want to discuss here. To talk about the real loves on a blog trivializes them, and my sushi means more to me than that.
I love that there is a blog contest where I can win something I really want. I’ll have to write a post before the end of the day tomorrow to enter, so I guess we’ll see how much I really love their stuff, but you might like it too. If your willing to write about your alternate Valentines Day you could win a $350 gift certificate from Patagonia. If you win and don’t want to keep it you can give it to me. I love Patagonia. My temp roommate is salivating as well. I mention as an aside that Kevin said they were also giving away “the one dentist who votes against them in national surveys”. Now you all know how I feel about my teeth, so you can understand why there is no possible way I could not participate in this.
Before that though I must comment on something already basically irrelevant. Unfortunately relevance comes with timeliness of a post and I don’t have time to blog thoughts as soon as they enter my mind. Despite the fact that my competitive nature kicked in when “tom on twitter” said he could probably blog while he was on the toilet, and I was compelled to tell him I could blog while “jumping on a trampoline, writing a monograph, and singing “Over the Rainbow”, that scenario is really not usually the case.
I saw a clip, from yesterday, of Jessica Simpson’s appearance on one of those morning shows. The host was asking her “how are you doing, I know you been through a rough time recently”. Say what? Getting raped on your way to collect firewood so you can cook dinner in the refugee camp is a hard time. Getting slammed for looking a little chubby in an outfit that would make the most slender of us look chubby is not rough times, it’s a reminder to choose the clothing more carefully next time. Not only that, but if the product someone sells is their body, and please don’t even tell me she is a country western singer, the criticism of the body by consumers has merit. Of course women are scrutinized too harshly about how they look. There is a “but” here though.The criticism of someone whose product, for the most part anyway, has always been her body, is merely her customers complaining. When you are used to a soap smelling a certain way and they change it up, you complain.
Peace
It’s just like when they changed Honeycomb cereal. I wasn’t aware anything had changed and bought a box. Not good. Customer not happy. Bone was gettin’ upset!
Bone’s last blog post..VD: A Male Perspective
If you win, for old times, I could use a pair of these
. Summer is coming.
g’s last blog post..Enough Said
I never once liked Jessica Simpson. Could be the whole southern girl, daughter of a Baptist Preacher thing that irritated me.
She’s one of the few women that no matter how perfect her body is I find myself completely repulsed by her. It’s weird too because I usually never discriminate most beautiful women.
I don’t know what it is, but everything about her presence makes me want to look away & ignore in disgust.
She’s like a sister I don’t like.
I should have tried to think of a poem. Yours is really good. I don’t have the mind for this. But I like yours.
Bennet’s last blog post..Where are my Penguins?
I like Patagonia’s pants, they last forever — expensive though.
Nothing like seeing someone who put her fake marriage on a reality show treated like a little flower whose stems are broken after being called fat.
I have a hard time even blogging in Starbucks, which is why I blog so little.
john’s last blog post..Hanging It Up
I’m always trying to catch up here.
Good point about the Simpson.
It’s been a long time, if you can’t blog while jumping on a trampoline and singing “over the rainbow” by now it’s never gonna happen.
happy Valentines day. I should have written it on the other post but I went backward.