My gut reaction is divided, one part sympathetic and one part disgusted.
I'm sympathetic because we have all made mistakes, and I'm glad that the times I've had poor judgment (90% of 2004, whoops) didn't make front page news. So she made a mistake. It's okay.
I'm disgusted because I just cleared the "Kim Kardashian's Fairytale Wedding" from my DVR queue this weekend. While I was watching it, I had the thought "why are these two marrying each other?" more than once. They simply didn't seem compatible or in love (hell, they didn't seem in like). Additionally, the spectacle that was their wedding was a little tough for me to watch. Though my wedding day was truly the happiest day of my life - trite though it sounds - I recognized and focused on the marriage, not just the wedding. My hunch is that Kim and Kris perhaps didn't pay proper attention to what was going to happen AFTER their wedding day, like every day for the rest of their lives.
But the thing is, a part of me thinks that's a natural feeling. Towards the end of my engagement, I felt like normal life wasn't real anymore - I was a bride, darnit, and it was going to be a perfect day. (Oh, the best wedding shoes ever were only $XYZ more? DUH I NEED THEM). The world around me kind of hit pause, and the wedding was all I could think and do and be. And if you're life is already self-indulgent by definition, your budget limitless and the spotlight relentless - well, I can see how you could get caught up in the fairytale of it all.
If Kim K called me to ask my advice, I'd tell her to get lost for a few weeks. Go to India or Egypt or somewhere that paparazzi and tabloids aren't screeching and wait for the hysteria to fizzle out. While you're at it, figure out what you really want your life to be like. You're thirty, girlfriend, and twice divorced. It may be time for some inward examination.
Every time I hear Adam Duritz's voice, I smile involuntarily.
(It's super awkward on the bus).
If my childhood had a soundtrack, surely Counting Crows would be it - especially August and Everything After. It's the soundtrack of memories of road trips to Bettendorf and Minneapolis, it reminds me of my mom and my little brothers, back when they were still little. It reminds me of Koser Avenue and Roosevelt Elementary and being called "Katie".
It reminds me of a time before everything really got good for my family - and yet, even in that time before, there were good parts and good people and good memories.
I'm a "to-do list" kind of gal. I create them, I use them, I love them. Unfortunately, my DVR operates as some kind of to-do list for TV watching, and it's starting to drive me insane. Scott permanently has 15-20 shows in our queue (some of which are months old), whereas I feel a perma-pressure to keep my queue empty. There is something wrong with this.
I don't like him as a person, I don't like him as a football player. I find him to be extremely annoying and really arrogant. Plus, he's not that good. I truly don't think that the Bears will be a serious post-season presence with Cutler at the helm.
But even I can admit when #6 does something right. And last night was one of those times.
My cousin Christine texted me that Cutler was looking "not bad" and I think that's a great way to put it. We can't win when Cutler plays badly. (We often can't win when Cutler doesn't play badly, either). But when he plays well not badly and the other members of the team get a chance to shine, we do a lot better.
3-3 is not pretty, but a win is a win, and I'm still proud to be a member of Bear-nation.
The picture makes it look a little strange, but this was one of the best meals that I've ever had. I got home from work tonight to Chef Spesh making a chicken, sweet potato, red potato, onion, carrot and garlic delight. It was de-lish. (Thanks Scottie).
It's at that point in the NFL season where I start to really enjoy things.
Teams are winning, teams are losing, and it's a little easier to tell who's the real deal and who's real lucky.
Without further ado, my favorite NFL teams.
1) The Bears.
Since I grew up in a state with no professional football team, there's a variety of local favorites. It wasn't until I started dating a die-hard Bear and then moved to Chicago that I fell in love. While my fanship is still in it's youth (fifth season!), I'm happily settled in to the occasional euphoria and frequent heartbreak that comes along with being a Bear.
2) The Vikings
My dad is a Vikings fan. Enough said. (Perhaps I should also mention that a Hawkeye alum is a a team star/defense starter).
3) The Buffalo Bills
This is my first year as a Bill's fan, and, not coincidentally, my first year participating in fantasy football. I have two Buffalo Bills, and am pleased with how they're doing for my team. Additionally, again, a former Hawkeye is having a heck of a year for them.
4) Whoever is playing the Packers
As a Bear's fan, I take not-so-secret pleasure when the Packers stumble - which, admittedly, isn't often. Though I cheered for them in last year's Super Bowl, I'm not this year. I am extremely jealous of their skill in the QB department, but that's where my appreciation ends. Also, Clay Matthews needs a haircut.
Wild Friday night at the Special household - our new rug arrived. It's a "FLOR" so it's actually made up of a series of squares that we have positioned in an 8x10. We decided to do things right, so we took everything out of the TV stand to rewire and reorganized.
We've been trying to tackle a condo project just about every day. Today it was to finish up the trim (base board) in the guest bed - hence, all of our guest bedroom furnishings piling up in the main room.
"All external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure... these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart" - Steve Jobs
It's been a particularly intense couple of days for me, and my darling had the perfect post-work dinner ready and waiting for me when I got home - a turkey and pepper jack panini courtesy of our panini maker. Delicious, mostly healthy, and an awesome conclusion to Tuesday.
I've been thinking about my "photo of the day" posts. I like being able to post a quick photo here and there without a ton of commentary, and I like the record of having that photo history preserved on my blog.
And then I read about the 365 Day Challenge and it just clicked - kind of like the "photo of the day" post, but every day.
The idea is to take a photo a day - one photo each and every day - for a year. The photos can be about anything that makes that day special - a new food you tried or something you cooked, pretty scenery, a haircut, whatever. If you're intrigued, you can read a bit more here.
Over the next one year, I will take a photo every day and post them here. Project 365 starts tomorrow!