It’s funny. I’m generally a pretty animated “story teller.” My mom used to call me a drama queen which always irritated me since I’m not a huge fan of drama (or at least, not my own drama. Other people’s drama can be deliciously naughty and addictive, I must admit). I just read a hilarious run down of the election on rollingstone.com. It had me crying in its sarcasm and just beauty of words and descriptions. I wish I wrote like that. But I don’t. After I read the whole thing aloud to Nathan (seemed unfair to sit and laugh alone), he said he wanted a rant. Really? I know I’ve ranted to him about all kinds of things. We have friends and family members and complete strangers who behave in ways I just don’t understand. The world is full of ridiculously stupid events. But a rant? In public? On the internet where anyone could read it? I dunno. While I’m very outspoken and not shy about sharing my views, I’m not so certain I’m up to ranting for all the world to see. I mean, that’s why I have a husband, right? Plus, this is supposed to be a “business blog.”
Ok, are you done laughing now? It’s not that absurd to hold on to the idea that this is a business blog. It’s got advice on weddings and pictures I’ve shot and links to other professional sites. Of course it also has political commentary and pictures of giant vats of squash… Hmmm…
Ooh! Here’s a quick rant. Why does my cat Rupert think it’s a great idea to jump on me (and my computer) and walk all over the keyboard while I try to blog? THEN he just walks on over to Nathan’s lap and curls up to watch him work on the computer. He doesn’t love me! He’s just using my slightly shorter lap as a bridge to Nathan’s lap. Rupert is technically MY cat. India is Nathan’s cat. Shouldn’t he love me best by default?
Was that ranty enough? It was about my cat which automatically makes it lame. Damn.
Ok, here’s another one. The Black Eyed Peas song “My Humps” is the stupidest song ever! “Humps” and “lovely lady lumps?” I don’t think I have ever heard the female anatomy described in less attractive terms. And yet we’re supposed to think about how hot Fergie is while she sings about a derogatory descriptor for oatmeal? When has the word “lump” been sexy? And “humps” makes me think of speed bumps which piss me off. I think Nathan listens to it just to annoy me. And the real killer is that it’s got a good beat. What the hell!? Could we take the song and just put different words in there?
Nathan is now qualifying his request. Apparently I’m supposed to go rant in private. So just ignore all the rest. Nathan is not a whiny bitch. He does sigh a lot. Usually when I’ve grossly misunderstood something.
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