height

I'm beginning to wonder if I'm too tall.

I always thought that at 5'8" tall that I was a pretty good height. I can reach things on the top of shelves. But I have no problem finding clothes that fit. The best of both worlds.

Whenever I play volleyball I wish for a few more inches. Though really what I need is to develop a vertical jump and then the height thing wouldn't matter.

But when I'm dating, I sort of wish I was a little bit shorter. Why? Because a lot of guys are right around my height. That should be perfect, right? Our lips would be at the exact same level- making for easy and ideal kissing, right? No more crick in the neck as I have to bend my neck back to kiss those tall guys.

But it's not actually ideal. Height matters. It shouldn't. But it does. We are taught that men are our big strong protectors. But when the woman is the same size as the man, or worse yet, bigger, it changes things. Men feel emasculated. Women feel less sexy.

Is that something that people can get over? Or does it permanently mess up the dynamics in a relationship and cause problems? Does size matter?

adventurers

What kind of person are you? What kind of chances are you willing to take?

What keeps people at home? Is it contentment or is it fear?

Having just watched a sci-fi movie, it got me thinking about space travel. If traveling to other worlds was an option... would you do it?

A lot of people don't even travel to other countries, let alone other worlds.

There is pretty much no place on Earth that we can't get to, but we don't always go to those places. Why not? A lot of factors play into that. Money. Danger. Comfort. Health.

What reasons would you need to travel to another world? Or would you do it just to find out what is out there? What if all your family and friends could come with you? (I think that would be most people's thing holding them back.)

seating chart

I think the most stressful part about wedding planning (no, not that I am planning one) is doing the seating arrangements.

You can do buffet style and let people choose their own tables. But then you get that poor couple who doesn't know anyone who is wandering around with their plate of food looking like the new kid in the school cafeteria.

Or you can do assigned seating but then you have to worry about all sorts of things... are Grandpa so-and-so and cousin so-and-so near each other? Because they've been feuding since last fall. Crap like that.

And once you separate the feuders, you have to think about the flow of the party and who will mingle well with whom.

At the last wedding I went to, I got stuck sitting between my four-year old niece and my eight-year old nephew. And you know what? That wasn't fun for me.

So instead of having a good time with witty conversation, I got to babysit. Thumbs down.

Thankfully I had my new camera with me to entertain my not-at-all-camera-shy niece Charlotte.

I took this video and looked over at my brother with a shake of the head, who then responded, "Now you know what it's like for the rest of us having to put up with you when you're drunk!" Ha! Touche, Jaime, touche!

sunset

I was riding home on the el the other night and I had my head in my book and was pretty oblivious to the world around me, when I decided to look up and saw this intensely beautiful sunset!

My photo doesn't do it justice. There were blues and lavender and lilac and pink and all sorts of colors. It was stunning. Sort of took my breath away.

And nobody was noticing it.

I almost didn't notice it.

So I put my book down and watched the sunset for the rest of the ride home. And I resisted the urge to be the crazy person on the train who was interrupting people to force them to look at the sunset!

It was a big reminder of how much wonderful stuff I can miss out on if I get too wrapped up in my own crap.

Irony

So I had a super scary dream this morning about seeing this guy walk into a building I was in and go crazy and open fire shooting a gun at random people.

I lay down on the floor and did not get hit by any bullets.

But as I was laying down on the floor I had the thought that "This is really messed up! I bet it's gonna give me nightmares!"

boobs vs. butts

So here's your random post for the day:

Men often describe themselves as either being boob men or ass men. Meaning that they are attracted to either a woman's ass or a woman's boobs. Yeah, I know, you didn't really need that clarification. You are smart people, I'm sure you figured that out.

The other day we were talking about breast feeding while I was at work (since my coworker is about to give birth) and an idea occurred to me:

Do men who are breast fed vs. bottle fed turn more into boob guys? Does the amount of time that they are breast fed (til the age of two years vs til six months) play a role? Does what their mom's boobs look like play a big role in it?

Or do those things not matter at all?

I've never seen any research on it, nor do I think we should waste our money doing research on the topic but it could help explain it. Though it wouldn't explain why the other men love butts. We decided that was just the default option.

quarterbacks

What is it about quarterbacks that makes them just so damn sexy???

Sorry, it's a slow blogging day, so I'm going to write about what I saw on TV yesterday. I watched a special about Mark Sanchez, the quarterback for the New York Jets.

Yum.

The most interesting thing that I learned about Mark is that he is second generation Mexican-American and is often held up as a role model in the Hispanic community.

Lot of Hispanic television shows and sports programs want to do interviews with him... in Spanish.

Only problem? Mark grew up speaking English in his home! He has had to learn Spanish as an adult so that he can do these interviews.