ThatGirlTeresa

I was listening to Hillary Clinton's interview on Sunday's Meet the Press and when she said that she does not see it in her future to be president in 2012 (and probably ever), what did I do?

I started to cry.

BUT! I have gone through Mansfield Park a second time, and I liked it more than the first. I must say, so many people don't like Fanny Price, but I do. I get her. She's shy. She's timid. She's pretty much afraid of people and of being noticed. There's nothing wrong with that. Yes, she can be a little annoyingly perfect and self-righteous, but that doesn't bother me.

Who bothers me is Edmund Bertram. Ugh. What an insufferable, righteous, dolt. He takes so much pride in doing good and judging those whose character he deems poor, yet he treats Fanny pretty shitty throughout the book. Ugh. So my least favorite Austen hero. Mr. Knightley gets shit for being about his lectures and whatnot, but Edmund Bertram definitely is way worse in MY book.

And I wish Fanny and Henry Crawford had worked it out. I think they would have been good for each other. Mr. Crawford would have treated Fanny like a queen, and she was such a good influence on his bad-boy self. Plus, they're sex life would have been AMAZING. No way are Fanny and Edmund having fulfiilling sex. No way. He's way moral for that kind of fun stuff.

Where the fuck is my Meet the Press audio download?

Many thanks,

Teresa

Tonight, do I scour the internet in search of stream for WEC 41, OR do I plop in front of the TV and watch Neil Patrick Harris host the Tony Awards?

I am very seriously conflicted about this. On the one hand: Urijah Faber vs. Mike Brown!

On the other: NPH!!

But... Violence!

And yet... Singing! and Dancing!

I'm pretty sure that I just might be one of the few individuals conflicted by this choice tonight.

"Anndd wee mussttn'tt looose ourr sensses of humorr," Mrs. Which said. "Thee onnlly wway ttoo ccope withh ssometthingg ddeadly sseriouss iss ttoo ttry ttoo trreatt itt a llittlle lligghtly."

Madelein L'Engle
A Wrinkle in Time

Depsite the odd spelling of Mrs. Which's odd way of speaking, this quote sums up the philosphy by which I live much of my life.

Do nuns get excited about having a good sex dream, or do they just get all depressed about what they're missing out on?

Also, do nuns have sex dreams?

What the fuck exactly is the difference between a "marriage" and a "civil union" in the eyes of the government?

Thank you.

I have never gone head-over-handlebars until today. My lovely older brother kindly replaced the rear inner tube on my bike today, I gladly accompanied he and Carmen on a bike ride. I also introduced Neville to the concept of running along beside the bike. Boy, he seemed to love it!

Well, at one point I wanted Neville to slow down because he was just so gung-ho! We were going down a hill and my rear brake hand was occupied by his leash. So I hit my front brakes only, and I hit them much to hard.

I felt myself heading over my handlebars. It was like it was happening in slow-motion, and I couldn't do anything to stop it. Next thing I know, I'm sprawled out on the ground, my ankle twisted among my bike with a couple of skunned up hands. I got up, brushed myself off, and (naturally) checked to see if anyone saw my moment of grace. Nobody did, as Carmen and Big Brother had gone ahead on a detour of a couldesac, and only came back to see me all scarred up.

Big Brother laughed and laughed and laughed and declared his great disappointment at having missed the sight.

Personally, I'm just glad that I finally didn't break a fall with my face. Couple this with the fact that nobody saw my wipeout, and I actually consider it a win of a situation.

My puppy is the greatest puppy in the history of puppies.

We went to the dog park today, and though there was only one other dog there, Neville ran around with a look of pure joy on his face. He let the Golden Retriever sniff his butt and did his best to goad the bigger dog into playing with him. He sniffed all the smells and didn't eat any of the rogue poop that some irresponsible owner didn't pick up. When he was following the other dog to the other end of the park, he routinely stopped for a moment to check and see where I was at. When I called for him, he RAN right back to me.

He is now all exhausted and worn out. What a sweetheart my puppy is!