Recent rumors are flying that Madonna and Guy Ritchie are heading for divorce court. I, for one, don't believe it. Yes, I'm a fan of Madonna's (not for all over her stuff, however) and Guy Ritchie is good looking (I wouldn't say I'm a fan as I haven't really seen many of his movies)....but I truly believe that this one IS NOT heading towards divorce...at least not in the foreseeable future.
What sparked these rumors is that each one was showing up to big events solo....the most publicized was probably Madonna's induction into the Rock-N-Roll Hall of Fame ceremony. I agree that this was a big deal in such a prolific career and to have your husband not be there for that special night? Very strange. But the explanation behind Guy not being there was that the Ritchie Family was still going through the adoption process of David Banda and wanted to maintain a steady home life to assure the Malawian courts that David would be in good hands. I would have to say that that is a satisfactory reason for not showing up to the RNR HoF ceremony. Especially if they both agreed that this would be the best course of action....which NONE OF US in the public know.
I believe that because both people in this marriage are high profile in their own industry, you would almost have to expect that they spend a lot of time apart and they cannot be near/with each other 24/7/365. Do you really think Guy and kids should go out on tour with Madonna? Not a chance. Should Madonna and kids drop everything to be on the set of Guy's next movie? Unreal. But I'm sure they make sacrifices and compromise, just like every other married couple in the world....and they work it out.
But I think the main reason that I don't believe that they are heading towards divorce is because when Madonna dropped her latest album, she said there was a song on there that she wrote about Guy...and it wasn't a 'bitch 'em out, you're an ass' type song...quite the opposite, I hear. And you know what, you just don't write songs like that if you're on the verge of separating from that person.
I could go on and on about how tabloids start/fuel these rumors just so they have something to report - but I cannot because that would be hypocritical of me. I, unfortunately, am a tabloid reader (online only - and I have a subscription to People, but People is factual, isn't it?) and probably one of the many reasons that these rumors get fueled....but I will be the first to decide, in my head, when I think a story is untrue - such as the one I discussed above. I wish "they" would just leave Guy and Madonna alone...and while you're at it, stop reporting on those useless reality stars....I'm ashamed that I even know their names...strictly from the tabloids. But I always skip over their "stories" because I really could give a flying fig about what any of them are doing since it all seems to be worthless.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Monday, June 30, 2008
What Would You Say?
I am a creature of habit when it comes to eating. While I certainly enjoy a variety of cuisines, when I first discover something I like, I tend to go on a little mini binge with it. It's not really binging in the true sense (no, I don't gluttonously consume mass quantities in one sitting), but I do engage in a routine of consuming my new discovery on a frequent, and often repetitive, basis.
My friend Kim once gave me a Whirlipop for my birthday. It's no secret that I love popcorn, of course (hence the decision to gift to me this fantastic contraption), but I bet even Kim didn't know just how far I took it. I ate popcorn every day for a solid two weeks after that sucker was mine. Did I eventually get sick of it? Well, not really. Popcorn is one of those things I could eat every day without complaint. But I did end up eventually having to make room for some other foods in my diet, so I had to start occasionally letting popcorn take a backseat.
Since moving back to Texas, while I, sadly, have been robbed of the Starbucks molasses cookie (damn regional differences), I have been reintroduced to two WONDERFUL fast food delights. Taco Cabana and Sonic. If you haven't become acquainted with Taco Cabana, you're missing out. It is so many leagues above Taco Bell (try the chicken fajita taco - out of this world), and they even serve beer there. What could be better? I have to be honest too - I have eaten at countless sit down Tex-Mex places since I've been here, and Taco Cabana's chips and queso cream them all (is that a pun? almost, I think - but not quite). I ate Taco Cabana yesterday and then immediately craved it again today. And yum. It was just as tasty and satisfying on Day 2.
And then there's Sonic. Man, oh man. Sonic is awesome. It's true you have to deal with that awkward dilemma of whether to tip the carhop who delivers your food (they have a drive thru, but I can't tell the difference between that and the regular ordering style - you still get a carhop when you "drive thru"). However, it is well worth the effort. I've become accustomed to swinging by the Sonic after a good gym workout to get a refreshing Diet Cherry Limeade. I recently added a regular sized tater tots to my routine, which kind of defeats the purpose of the gym, but they're so tasty that I can't pass them up. I've earned it.
Which brings me to my point for today. After a great hour and a half workout at the gym, I pulled into Sonic to reward myself with a Diet Cherry Limeade and some tots. When the carhop comes out to deliver my food, I ask the rhetoric "How are you?" (translation: "Give me my tots and scram!")
Here's what I get in response: "Ugh. I feel fat today. It's all my husband's fault."
Now, I think I just uttered a non-committal, yet sympathetic "awww," but this begs the question - what the heck did she expect me to say? The girl looked like she was in her early twenties, and she was puffy - not fat - but dough boy puffy. I had seen her there before and observed her as a little chubby, but nothing out of the ordinary. But was she pregnant? Perhaps that was what she was trying to tell me.
But I wouldn't dare suggest such a thing and risk ruining my Sonic routine.
My friend Kim once gave me a Whirlipop for my birthday. It's no secret that I love popcorn, of course (hence the decision to gift to me this fantastic contraption), but I bet even Kim didn't know just how far I took it. I ate popcorn every day for a solid two weeks after that sucker was mine. Did I eventually get sick of it? Well, not really. Popcorn is one of those things I could eat every day without complaint. But I did end up eventually having to make room for some other foods in my diet, so I had to start occasionally letting popcorn take a backseat.
Since moving back to Texas, while I, sadly, have been robbed of the Starbucks molasses cookie (damn regional differences), I have been reintroduced to two WONDERFUL fast food delights. Taco Cabana and Sonic. If you haven't become acquainted with Taco Cabana, you're missing out. It is so many leagues above Taco Bell (try the chicken fajita taco - out of this world), and they even serve beer there. What could be better? I have to be honest too - I have eaten at countless sit down Tex-Mex places since I've been here, and Taco Cabana's chips and queso cream them all (is that a pun? almost, I think - but not quite). I ate Taco Cabana yesterday and then immediately craved it again today. And yum. It was just as tasty and satisfying on Day 2.
And then there's Sonic. Man, oh man. Sonic is awesome. It's true you have to deal with that awkward dilemma of whether to tip the carhop who delivers your food (they have a drive thru, but I can't tell the difference between that and the regular ordering style - you still get a carhop when you "drive thru"). However, it is well worth the effort. I've become accustomed to swinging by the Sonic after a good gym workout to get a refreshing Diet Cherry Limeade. I recently added a regular sized tater tots to my routine, which kind of defeats the purpose of the gym, but they're so tasty that I can't pass them up. I've earned it.
Which brings me to my point for today. After a great hour and a half workout at the gym, I pulled into Sonic to reward myself with a Diet Cherry Limeade and some tots. When the carhop comes out to deliver my food, I ask the rhetoric "How are you?" (translation: "Give me my tots and scram!")
Here's what I get in response: "Ugh. I feel fat today. It's all my husband's fault."
Now, I think I just uttered a non-committal, yet sympathetic "awww," but this begs the question - what the heck did she expect me to say? The girl looked like she was in her early twenties, and she was puffy - not fat - but dough boy puffy. I had seen her there before and observed her as a little chubby, but nothing out of the ordinary. But was she pregnant? Perhaps that was what she was trying to tell me.
But I wouldn't dare suggest such a thing and risk ruining my Sonic routine.
Museum Etiquette 101
This past weekend, I had the opportunity to go view the Bodies Exhibit at the Maryland Science Center, in Baltimore. The exhibit was in DC last year and at the time, I was "unaware" of what the exhibit entailed, exactly, and couldn't find the time to go. When I found out that it was in Baltimore until Labor Day, I wanted to seize the chance to go up and check it out for myself.
For those of you that are on the fence about going to see the Bodies Exhibit - get off that fence and go - it was a fascinating experience and I did not toss my cookies...so it was all good.
As my friend and I were walking through the exhibit, we were reading up about all the different parts of your body as well as looking at the dissected bodies and how everything works together for a person. There was a lot of reading but not so much so that you had to skip over anything.
For the most part, we were able to get through the exhibit without issue - we read the fact boards, we looked at the bodies and we perused the display cases of organs. I had a few minor complaints that, if removed, could have made my experience more enjoyable - such as removing those people with body odor (there were a couple) and kids that didn't give a rat's ass about what they were looking at but instead chose to run around the space and be disruptive. I guess there's really nothing much you can do about these things - after all, they are paying customers too.
But the thing that really fried my cheese were those people that felt the need to read all the stuff aloud. There are two groups that come to mind when I think about this - one was a couple of mothers with their teenage children. Their kids CLEARLY were not interested or remotely fascinated by anything they were seeing. What makes them think that reading the information aloud to their kids would make them any more interested? It didn't...in fact, it only annoyed me more.
The other group was a family of two parents, their two kids and a set of grandparents. Any time they came into a section of the exhibit that I was in, I felt like the dueling banjos were going off in my head. They had thick 'southern' accents and they just had to comment about every little thing.
'Earl - look at this one...just like the sign said, he has six of 'em on each.'
'Grampy - I think this one was a smoker....her lungs are gray.'
I thought it was understood, in any type of museum or exhibit (for adults) that it was proper etiquette to use library voices when discussing displays or reading information....I know that I've been in museums where people have gotten shushed for being too loud. It's just what's done....
Seriously - had I wanted someone to read to me or provide a commentary, I would have paid extra for the audio equipment at the beginning of the exhibit.... At some points of the exhibit, I felt like it was me and my friend trying to play 'keep away,' or more like 'get away,' from these two groups. Thank goodness for speed reading classes (thanks, Mom) - so I could read, look and get the heck out of there.
For those of you that are on the fence about going to see the Bodies Exhibit - get off that fence and go - it was a fascinating experience and I did not toss my cookies...so it was all good.
As my friend and I were walking through the exhibit, we were reading up about all the different parts of your body as well as looking at the dissected bodies and how everything works together for a person. There was a lot of reading but not so much so that you had to skip over anything.
For the most part, we were able to get through the exhibit without issue - we read the fact boards, we looked at the bodies and we perused the display cases of organs. I had a few minor complaints that, if removed, could have made my experience more enjoyable - such as removing those people with body odor (there were a couple) and kids that didn't give a rat's ass about what they were looking at but instead chose to run around the space and be disruptive. I guess there's really nothing much you can do about these things - after all, they are paying customers too.
But the thing that really fried my cheese were those people that felt the need to read all the stuff aloud. There are two groups that come to mind when I think about this - one was a couple of mothers with their teenage children. Their kids CLEARLY were not interested or remotely fascinated by anything they were seeing. What makes them think that reading the information aloud to their kids would make them any more interested? It didn't...in fact, it only annoyed me more.
The other group was a family of two parents, their two kids and a set of grandparents. Any time they came into a section of the exhibit that I was in, I felt like the dueling banjos were going off in my head. They had thick 'southern' accents and they just had to comment about every little thing.
'Earl - look at this one...just like the sign said, he has six of 'em on each.'
'Grampy - I think this one was a smoker....her lungs are gray.'
I thought it was understood, in any type of museum or exhibit (for adults) that it was proper etiquette to use library voices when discussing displays or reading information....I know that I've been in museums where people have gotten shushed for being too loud. It's just what's done....
Seriously - had I wanted someone to read to me or provide a commentary, I would have paid extra for the audio equipment at the beginning of the exhibit.... At some points of the exhibit, I felt like it was me and my friend trying to play 'keep away,' or more like 'get away,' from these two groups. Thank goodness for speed reading classes (thanks, Mom) - so I could read, look and get the heck out of there.
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