Not sure what the blue lighting was on a couple of the pictures, but I was running low on batteries, so I didn't retake. 

So that part was really nice and I was glad to see him.  He's definitely growing up before my eyes.  I'm so happy he's doing what he wants to do and has finally found his place in life, at least one where he wants to be.  It was hard to tell him good-bye this time as well.

I despise daylight savings time.  Honestly, I'm not even sure why we still do it and I cast a longing eye toward the states that don't do it (hellooooo Arizona).  Now I've had to drag my tired butt up out of bed an hour early and try to push an already Not Morning Person (I know where she gets it) Delena out the door.  INconVENient!!!

Despite my best efforts, I'm beginning to like the commercials with the MSN butterfly.  I'm really getting frustrated with the "Dumb Men" commercials that are flooding the market.   One that really pisses me off is the one for some paper towel or another where the wife says something along the lines of, "Will you help me clean the house?  They're YOUR parents!"  "But honey, the gaaaaaame's onnnnnn!"  Then he wife negotiates, saying, "I'll tell you what.  If you will just clean until this here paper towel wears out, you can stop."  Then we see him scrubbing away while Wife watches the game with the in-laws.  ??!!  Call me psycho, but that's not how it would go if I were that wife.  "But honey, the gaaaaaame's onnnnnn!"  ***pause***  "OH really?"  *snip*  (scissors meet TV cord)  "Now it's not!  Now get your whining ass up off that couch and learn to work this vacuum cleaner while you still have a stereo.  Freak."

I'm also pretty put off by that commercial where the woman is looking for her Lean Pockets, which the guy is eating.  She says something totally rational like, "Honey, have you seen my Lean Pockets?"  Our boy is happily munching away at the Lean Pockets (which looks like a road accident, ick).  Instead of saying something honorable like, "What, you mean dis?" he pulls down the window shade to conceal his eating, goes on eating and DIRECTLY LIES TO HER, "Nope, haven't seen it!"  WTF??  He's got the sun to his back, so she sees the outline of her munching down her last diet food and busts him.  Well, by that I mean she pulls up the shade, gives him a big, winning smile and shakes her head in that, "sigh...boys!" way.  Who WRITES this crap??  Have they seriously never dealt with a dieting woman?  I once dissolved into tears because I was on Atkins and Eric made egg salad with the remaining half-dozen eggs.  I cannot eat about 98% of the food in this house and the food that I can eat is under security watch.  I see my husband eat ice cream and cookies and all kinds of crap right in front of me without thinking twice.  They will by God not eat my protein foods except under careful surveillance.  So the Diet Lady comes right out and says it's her last Lean Pockets and the idea that she's just going to smile it off after this loser just ate her last available food, concealed it, lied about it and kept on chowing.  Jesus, I would have slapped that food right out of his lying face and booted his ass to the curb before he could swallow the last bite.

I have always been a major resistor to those insidious gender jokes about how dumb men are ("Why did God make man?"  "Because vibrators can't mow lawns."  "What can Lifesavers do that men can't?" "Come in five different flavors."  and many others), but lately, I've been wondering if there's not a very good reason why those jokes exist.  Obviously to anyone who has spent more than a half hour with both sexes, men and women handle situations totally differently and the whole androgynous move of the 70-90's to equate men to women and vice versa was such a farce.  What started out and should have stayed as an "equal pay for equal work for godsake get us out of this house" move became over a decade or two "we are both the same in every way except genitally."  This is about one of the most idiotic premises I've ever heard.  Men and women are night and day in how they approach almost every situation and process. 

That's why we don't understand one another and never will.  We might as well just give it up.  I've known a few men who have attempted to coyly ingratiate themselves to the female sector by decrying men as pigs and idiots.  The thing is that when they do that, they are employing a predictable male move of analytical strategy.  They kind of make their own point.  "Oh, men are DOGS!  Now come over here and sit on Daddy's lap and tell me about it." Nope.  No one can understand the infuriating lesson in futility of trying to decipher man talk and behavior except for another woman.  Sure, I can see that women are catty, nasty, competitive bitches at their lowest level of evolution, but I can't begin to understand what it's like to experience that with a ManBrain because I'm not a guy and I (thankfully) can't ever think that way. 

So yeah, I'm feeling man-frustrated today.  I don't get the whole need to dominate countries within their own home and fight the simplest arguments like they're storming the beaches of Normandy.  Like Dr Phil says, "Do you want to be right or do you want to be happy?"  It seems like for guys, the two are so synonymously intertwined that I don't think they could even figure out what the question means. 

Today is one of those days (or day and a half) where I'm just extremely frustrated by the Other Half and how they do business.  Harrumph.

I'm going to go clean house and hope it distracts me enough from my harrumph for the day.

Take Care,

Good God, She's Verbose!  There's More!