You Wanna Be Starting Somethin'?

So there's this new show called Bridezillas, and like many reality TV shows, it's basically documenting a bunch of train wrecks.

It pisses me off, though, because even though these women were probably high maintenance before, our society tells girls that their wedding day should be a fairy tale, the most perfect and beautiful day of their lives. Like with most things in this country, there's a whole industry making sure we never forget it, and making lots and lots of money in the bargain. Like with pregnancy and childbirth, which, I hear, is only just now becoming so idealized that people like me, who ended up having to have Cesareans, feel like failures after trying to do everything right. If you have been told forever that you must have this beautiful wedding day of your dreams, and you get stressed out during the course of planning it because, of course, nothing is perfect, then of course, there is something wrong with YOU, and not with the culture that has basically made you crazed telling you that you needed to achieve perfection in the first place. I have a problem with that.

Of course, these women on the show are particularly out of control, but I had a "friend" call me a bridezilla before my wedding, and honestly, in hindsight, the only thing that stuck out for me in my treatment of her was that I didn't cater to her as I had throughout our friendship. So for once, it wasn't all about her and her constant and ongoing drama, which continues to this day, and is another long, boring story.

So Whatcha Sayin'?

A co-worker of mine took this picture in Illinois, and I just had to post it. I was wondering if maybe they were trying to imply something with the sign for the cemetery and for the library pointing in the same direction, but my boss said that's probably just where all the weeded books are buried.

I so want to do this and put it on my girl's wall. But until I can, here you go.

I found out about it at work today. One of my co-workers popped out of her cubicle and said "Michael Jackson died." All of us turned to look at her with shock and disbelief. I jumped online, and there it was.

I came home, turned on MTV and danced with my little girl to Michael Jackson songs for a half hour. I didn't want to watch all the news reports and the play by play as they took his body away. I just wanted to dance and remember. Yes, there were definitely times when we wondered just what you were thinking, Michael, but we always, always loved you.

"We're sending out a major love, and this is our message to you. The planets are lining up, we're bringing brighter days. They're all in line, waiting for you. You're just another part of me."

Peace.

Boy. We might need to start calling June the cruelest month. David Carradine died earlier this month, then Ed MacMahon, now Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson on the same day.

I was probably 6 or 7 when Charlie's Angels first came on the air. I even had the dolls. I always wanted to "be" Kelly when playing, 'cause everyone else always wanted to be Jill (Farrah Fawcett's character). Plus, I'm about the furthest thing from blonde you can find.

It's amazing to hear that she was 62. That's the age my mother would have been if she hadn't died of cancer at the age of 48. God Bless. I guess we just think that those people that we grew up idolizing aren't ever supposed to get sick or old or die. It makes me feel old. It makes me feel very, very sad.

Happy Father's Day

To my husband on his first Father's Day. The best daddy for my little girl, no doubt.

Yes. This is early. Better early than late. I'm still a relatively new mommy, and I need my sleep.

Your Tax Dollars At Work...

I saw this a couple of months ago at my husband's old high school. Doesn't give you a lot of hope for the school system when the administration either can't spell correctly themselves, doesn't catch the error before the sign goes up, or doesn't care to fix the spelling on a sign that goes in front of a place of learning. It's the name of the city! I mean, come on!