My computer has graciously let me on for five minutes so I can be be mememe -- I have a 2nd date tonight. And he's getting more and more Buffista-like the more I get to know him.
I'm not going to touch the weight/health discussion, except to note that once I figured out that clothes are supposed to fit my body, and not vice versa, I found it much easier to not be an asshole to myself about weight and body issues.
Except now I have to figure out what to wear tonight that is a fine balance between comfortable, sexy and not too slutty.
Three variables is much more challenging than the sexy/not too slutty scenario.
Wow. Talking about entitled students (and parents), this was in the Ethicist column in the NY Times this week:
When my daughter and her fellow college students handed in term papers, their professor had them submit their work to Turnitin.com, a Web site that detects plagiarism, something he had never done before. This has a whiff of entrapment. Shouldn’t the prof have announced in advance that this would be required, giving the class a chance to clean up its work? NAME WITHHELD, PHOENIX
Shouldn’t the prof have announced in advance that this would be required, giving the class a chance to clean up its work?
HA! Seriously? This person thinks that students should assume plagiarism is ok unless specifically warned otherwise?
2nd date, woo! Solving for three variables in a finite discrete wardrobe sounds hard. It's like a boundary value problem.
yay 2nd date!!!
All this talk of healthy inspired me to put a few extra slices of bacon in brunch today. AIFG!
Um. Follow up on that bacon. Ya. Trying to get dressed up for an afternoon wedding. Nice slacks no longer fit. Hmmm. Maybe I've been having too much bacon since I moved to TX. Opps.
Speaking of wedding. I think I need to say 'no' to church weddings. All the weddings I've gone to of late were outdoor things, or in secular establishments. This was my first time in a Church of Christ service. It was rather interesting. NO music. And the vows were making the feminists in the room crawl (we were talking about it at the 'reception' afterward). I counted (3) instances where the preacher said, in effect, forgive him when he cheats on you. One time was forgive for lust, I forget what the other two phrases were. He didn't have to promise any such forgiveness. Most interesting. To keep from crawling out of my skin, I played "find the hidden speakers". Plus, the only color in the room was the stained glass behind the "altar" area, and it reminded me of the popcorn scene in REAL GENIUS, so I sat there picturing the whole room filled with pop corn.
You can't fairly judge all church weddings by just one.
I'm really not good at Passover. It's day 3, and I'm craving pasta. (Also, I really need to go grocery shopping -- I have a feeling I'd be craving pasta less if I had something other than just matzo to eat. Matzo brei was fun to experiment with, and I think I've nearly got it right now. Matzo with peanut butter is filling, but boring. I think I might have some tangerines.)
omnis, that doesn't sound like any church wedding I have been to.
The rice pies look good. I hope they taste good. We're watching some of the game now before attempting to make the rice pies.
