So last night the DD and I went to late night bowling practice with friends from our Sunday church league. Now don’t ask me why I bowl better at midnight on a Wednesday than I do on a Sunday afternoon people. The mind boggles.
Another thing that boggles the mind? Men and betting things like pushups if they don’t make their points. When they asked me what would women do as a sort of punishment I said nothing we wouldn’t punish ourselves. But then I thought about it some more and said I guess one would buy the other a glass of wine. Win/Win! A few laughed at that. I did say this was my church league. Oh well at least my shoes are cute-ish (now hush on my big feet). LOL.
All the best,
What’s Your Number?
What’s Jack up to? Right now Jack chilling, soundly asleep, as if he spent all day working ever so hard. Oh a dogs life. If only we all had it as good as Jack.
So I’m at knitting and posed this question: “Would you tell your husband your number?” No, not that number. I know where your minds are going. Your weight. Your REAL weight. Just hopped off the scale that minute weight.
Well, there are 5 of us in knitting and I was shocked. SHOCKED. That 3 of the woman said, “sure why not?” They would tell their husbands their weight. And, yeah ,they are all in great shape. But still. Wow. Only one other woman was with me with the No Way. It doesn’t matter that we have complete opposite backgrounds. I call her my twin separated at birth. She’s Jill and I’m NeNe.
This all came about with the whole Lent giving up sugar thing (BTW day 1 was tough) and the DH is giving up red meat. He thought that we should weigh ourselves. Now of course I know my weight. I have my scale. Go to WW. I pretty much know my weight daily. He’s a man he doesn’t think of these things much. So I was like fine. I go weight myself and clam up.
The DH asks am I going to tell him. I’m like, “Uh, no.” Are you going to tell me. He’s like, ” sure.” I said, “great.”He tells. I don’t.
Some things just don’t need to be said. Now, I’m a tall woman just about the same height as my DH, but nobody wants to be too close in weight to their hubby not unless their nickname is Octomom and they are still pregnant.
I think that most men have a false ideal of what a woman should weigh and if they hear a number of say over 150-160 (ha what I would gave for that) they think it’s too large. No matter the actual size or body type. What do you think?
So a little survey today. Would you tell your number?
Have Equipment Will Travel
What’s Jack up to? That’s little stinker’s getting into trouble, stealing shoes, socks and whatever else he thinks will disrupt the house this morning. Jack!
The inspiration for today’s post came for last night’s TV and a surprise 11:00 pm phone call from my Nana. Now you know when the phone rings at 11:00 it’s usually never good. At first I felt panic then I realized The Bachelor had just gone off and it was Nana. I laughed as my poor DH was worriedly asking if her if she was feeling alright.
Here’s me and Nana’s recap of last night’s TV:
First off Dancing with the Stars?
It was all about the men and they did surprisingly well. Sure some weren’t great (Penn Jillette) but there wasn’t a Master P in the bunch. I had to laugh at how serious they all were. Mario threw his Hip Hop persona out the window and turned into a ballroom maniac! The front runners for me were, Mario, Jason Tayor and Cristian de la Fuente. Good job guys traveling with the ladies across the floor.Next up was the premier of The Bachelor. We got to meet the new Brit bachelor Matt Grant. A 27 year old global financier, whatever that means. According to Nana, he’s nice and good looking, but there’s something off about him that we just can’t trust. We can’t put our finger on it yet, but Nana got it right when she said somethings off with his mouth. Oh, Nana.We also got to meet his bevy of way too eager beauties. Nana, nailed it right. Trashy! Why is there always the one girl who gets drunk on the first night and wears too many sequins? Why? Stacy did you really think that guy wanted you drunken panties in you pocket. Ewww. Bu-bye. and what’s with biting a beer can? Huh?
In the end Matt worked the room like a champ. Sharing his love freely then breaking the hearts of 10 girls, but making the night of 15. Will you accept this rose? Yes. Oh yes! Travel on Matt.
We ended our conversation with talk about our brand spanking new Governor of the great state of New York, David Paterson. Mr. Paterson takes over for now ex gov/john/ client #9 Elliot Spitzer. Both Nana and I are are so proud that he’s African-American and from our hometown of Harlem too! To top it off he’s the first legally blind Governor in the United States ever. I proudly showed my son his swearing in on the Internet. Great day!
Not a few hours later does the news break that he too has had extramarital affairs years ago, but he and his wife worked through it with counselling. His wife admitted to having affairs of her own. Well there’s a twist.
According to, Nana, with plenty of choice words not suitable for my PG blog, “What’s with these bleeping men? It doesn’t matter who they are whether they can see or not. All that matter is what equipment they got. You’ve got to look at all their bleeping bleeps with the screw eye!”
Have equipment will travel.