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The Question of Defecating…

  • Posted on September 23, 2009 at 10:44 pm

today, my husband and i had a serious conversation.

it started out, by me making fun of my vagina. it’s birthed two babies, and will never be the same again…so i *may* have said something along the lines of it being “gaping” and “sloppy”. not that it is, but it’s hard to break a lifetime habit of talking bad about oneself. i also have a habit of making jokes about how we aren’t going to need to buy bras in a few years, because we’ll just be able to tuck my floppy H’s into my pants.

he then informed me that i’m not allowed to talk about myself like that anymore- not even in jest. the sweet guy, he said he doesn’t like hearing me self-defecate all the time, because i am beautiful and amazing just the way i am.

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i thought it sounded a little odd, but didn’t comment on his use of vocabulary…i got the point. i won’t talk bad about myself anymore, because i know he loves me and my vagina and my gihugic boobs. they’ve given life to the fruit of his loins, and as far as big-breasted moms go, he thinks i look pretty damn good. things are also great where they really matter in the bedroom, so just because i don’t look the way i used to, doesn’t mean i’m not still as good as i always was.

but for some reason we couldn’t let the subject drop, and he said that word again. self-defecate. finally, as we’re watching Top Chef, i burst out laughing, and said that can’t be right. i don’t know what the correct word is…it’s close… but there’s no way he’s intending to say that i keep, literally, shitting on myself.

so we looked it up.

Self-defecating would mean, literally, shitting on oneself.
Self-deprecating would be to deface onself, or to put oneself down before others.

thank you, yahoo answers. you’ve answered that niggling question of the proper use of vocabulary, and gave me one of the best laughs i’ve had since the incident with the Fiber One muffins. ;)

Self-deprecating, not Self-defecating. although in a metaphorical sense, i suppose they both mean the same.

Nobody’s Unsung Hollywood Hero Award…

  • Posted on at 5:50 pm

…goes to Kurt Russell. i know, he’s hardly won any real Hollywood awards. we don’t hear that much about him anymore, but damn i just love that guy. yeah, he’s not even the sexiest actor out there, but there’s just something about him and just about every role he’s played that draws me to him like a lodestone. when i hear about a movie that has good ‘ole Kurt in it, it’s an automatic winner in my book.

who can forget him in Big Trouble in Little China? in Tango and Cash, he even managed to make Sylvester Stallone (the original Italian Stallion) look good. and, while i do admit i have a weakness for silly tween movies, he made Sky High totally awesome.

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not everybody can do the dirty pirate and make it look sexy… but i think he positively reeks of testosterone and virility with the week old stubble, greasy hair and eye patch. oh, and the 3 layers of dirt help too. the last (and only) other person i’ve seen pull this off and actually make it look good, was Johnny Depp in Pirates of the Carribean. i’ve never actually seen the movie that this picture comes from, but even if the movie sucks… everybody’s allowed to make mistakes, right???

i don’t care if he gets old and his jowls droop down to the floor. i don’t care if he butchers his face with too much plastic surgery to fix said droopy jowls. i don’t care if he gets fat, hairy, or loses all his teeth. his sexy hot image will always live on through Jack Burton of the Pork Chop Express. because with Kurt? it’s not just about the looks. it’s about the attitude and the confidence that exudes from every pore in each character he chooses to play.

for all those reasons, Kurt Russell gets my Unsung Hollywood Hero Award.

The Never Ending Birthday…

  • Posted on at 4:42 pm

…is every kid’s dream, and i think my son is living it. on Saturday, he got a gift from his paternal grandpa in the mail. he doesn’t know it, though, because i don’t understand stock and i’m not about to try to explain it to my 7 year old. on Sunday he had his birthday party, complete with the presence (and presents) of his Grandma and Mimi. on monday a card arrived from his Grandpa and Nana, with a check and explicit instructions for him to go out and buy the best lego set he could afford. on Tuesday, he got to bring Zebra Cakes to school, and got the recognition as being the birthday boy, along with a cool birthday crown. then today…a package arrived in the mail from Uncle D and Auntie M. E got her very first Cabbage Patch Kid and K got two MORE presents to open and enjoy. he is assembling them as i type this. on Friday, we will spend the day at Toys R Us spending his hard won birthday cash. goodness only knows what’ll show up in the mail tomorrow to carry this birthday along even longer.

and to think, i used my birthday money to buy his presents because i was afraid he wouldn’t get enough presents to feel appropriately special. how the heck was i supposed to know that every family member who was financially able to, would come through for him with flying colors??? oye. not that i’m complaining or anything, i love seeing that little boy smile. and how can i argue when even now, he’s working at putting together a Bionicle figurine? seriously. when i was his age i wouldn’t have been able to concentrate enough to put that crap together, and not only is he reading the directions appropriately, but he’s enjoying it. i’m sensing career skills in the making.

i love birthdays, but i’m ready to move on.