I have no right to be online right now

My first day back to school was Monday and I have been going full throttle ever since: School, Work, School, Work. I didn't see either of my girls for any proper length of time until yesterday and that is ONLY because it was a day off from work. Thank God! Have you people seen the weather that's been rolling through the country?

A Calm in the Chaos, indeed.

This semester consists of classes in Nutrition, Psychology, Sports Psychology and Exercise for Special Populations. I am going to be busy, so if I'm not around much don't think it's because I don't want to be.

My previous Midnight Musing is settled, I think. I've been stressing out a lot about work and I think that I've finally found the answer to my problem. More on that later.

Midnight Musings

By all rights I should be in bed. It is, after all, after midnight. But a thought occurred to me as I lay head to pillow, one with such a forceful clarity that I sat up in bed, dumbstruck.

I swirled this thought around in my head like red wine in a crystal glass and tried to discern it.

Was I right? Wrong? Could I really have been so idiotic?

I hate it when stuff like this happens when I'm trying to fall asleep.

Chick Flick

I may be a bit late to jump on this bandwagon, but I find it my responsibility, nay... my DUTY as a woman to spread the word among the female masses:
Watch 300.

Sure, some of the violence is gratuitous but what else should you expect from an adaptation of a Frank Miller graphic novel? But let's ignore the bloody battle scenes for a moment and examine the true draw for women everywhere: The men.

Holy Aphrodite! Tight, muscle-bound and rock solid men in what amounts to a loin cloth and a cape. Meow!




Ladies, start your engines!

Because I care: A Men's Guide to Woman-speak

Fine:

This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.

Five Minutes:

If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.

Nothing:

This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.

Go Ahead:

This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!

Loud Sigh:

This is not actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to #3 for the meaning of nothing.)

That's Okay:

This is one of the most dangerous statements a woman can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.

Thanks:

A woman is thanking you, do not question, or Faint. Just say you're welcome.

Whatever:

Is a women's way of saying Eff You!

Don't worry about it, I got it:

Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's response refer to #3.

Boxers and briefs

Gentlemen, I need some insight. Ladies, if you have any information then you too may enlighten me.

What's up with men's underwear ads?

Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about.

First there's this:

Then there's this:


Are men so concerned with what their waistbands look like that it's become a necessity to casually lift a shirt to show it off?

Do men really stand around in their underwear admiring themselves?

Do male models need to be "fitted" into their underwear? What are the qualifiers for that job?

Do men judge themselves on how much alike they look to the men who model the underwear?

Is there a man alive today who still wears Fruit of the Loom?

Is there a man alive who will admit to wearing one of these?