Archive | August 6, 2007

A Good Question!

By on August 6, 2007 in The Challenge

Oooh, I liked today’s question:

After all is said and done, can men and women really be just friends?

Now, obviously, there is a lot of context missing to this question. Generally? Yes, I think they can. I would say that, growing up especially, 95% of my friends were male. That’s not to say that from time to time, feelings didn’t arise, but for the most part, we all stayed quite chummy without crossing any boundaries.

But do you mean, perhaps, after a relationship? Because I’m inclined to say no to that one. Granted, all of this comes from my personal experiences and observations, but I’ve never seen a man and a woman end a relationship and still be functional as friends. And I think there’s nothing wrong with that. I think there SHOULD be a definite and final end when a relationship ends, one that allows everyone to move on. Friendship MIGHT develop.. but typically, it should be years down the road.

Of course, some readers of this blog would need to be reminded that there is no general blanket answer to this question. There are exceptions to every rule.

But having said all of that, do you agree or disagree?

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Common Ground

By on August 6, 2007 in The Unexplainable

I thought this was a fabulous article, found in today’s Huntsville Times, and such spark some debate.  What are your feelings?

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By on August 6, 2007 in Uncategorized

For our Peter-Pan generation: here’s a list of how badly your life can suck because you won’t grow up and get a real freakin’ job that pays for your bills.

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Death of a Post

By on August 6, 2007 in The Unexplainable

I wrote you a fabulous piece earlier this morning, an ode to the death of my Conair Infinity Hair Designer, which I loved dearly.  It was a piece detailing our torrid love affair which, like most torrid love affairs, burned out too quickly.  Literally.  As in, the heating element is officially dead.

But my site ate it.  You’ve been deprived of an amazing piece of literature, my friends.  Damn the internet gypsies.

This morning was unexpectedly laid back.  My morning meeting was cancelled (which, had I known on Sunday, would’ve allowed me a full extra hour of sleep.. que c’era), so I’ve been leisurely running work errands.  I filled my Brita pitcher, I got my week’s calendar in order, and I called Conair about replacing my Infinity Hair Designer. (Which they would not do.  BASTARDS.)

The heat index all week is supposed to be around 105 degrees.  That sucks big ole donkey balls.

It’s very weird, at times, to not be involved in a show.  Right now is one of those times.  I feel like I’m at home too much, like I should be out spreading myself too thin.  Of course, when I feel like that, I just take a nap.

I’m in a torn place right now about my life.  Bryan asked me last night what I want to do with my life. (I think he was trying to make conversation since I turned the tv off.) I said, “I’ve got to get my degree.  I can’t do anything else until I do that.”  Which is true.. but it’s also kind of a cop-out.  I don’t have a plan for post-degree.. so I can hide behind my lack of it in the meantime.  Honestly?  I wouldn’t mind cleaning houses for a living.  Or being a professional organizer.  I could totally rock out that profession.  And it would allow time home with the baby, which is this new and impending requirement I suddenly have.

Just random thoughts on a Monday, inspired by the post you never saw.

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