Bygones! Seattle fans. ETA: I edited that to reflect the actual score, not my predicition from yesterday, since it looked like I was posting that post-game.
First of all, an appreciation.
I think the very fact that the young women sitting with me at work said, "Who?" when I said that Betty Friedan died says it all. They never read "The Feminine Mystique," they never had to. They are twenty-something women who went to college to have a career, not find a husband. Like me, they grew up assuming they would work for a living, and lead an independent lifestyle. Thank you Betty, thank you for questioning if there was more to life than caring for a home and family. Thank you for pushing the envelope, and having the courage to write and speak out about what so many women of your generation were feeling but not able to express.
Those of you who enjoy Michael K's irreverent lambasting of D-list celebs as much as I do, his site mentioned he is doing a guest stint tonight on Red Bar Radio. The show looks very cool, and is available for iTunes podcast.
I also forgot to mention that the story I'm involved in was updated last week. Please check out the latest installment of Just Waking from the fabulous Leesa. I can't wait until it's my turn again!! :)
Ok, so I am very tired, because I did my pal A a huge favor and switched to day shift today, so he could get someone to fill in for him but cover the evening. This meant I had to come back here for 7:30AM after leaving here at 10:30PM last night. Ickiness, especially since I have almost an hour commute. (Double ickiness when you factor in I couldn't resisting watching some of Steve Martin on SNL because I lurve him sooooo much!) Anyway, the bonus is I get to be home for a good part of the football game tonight! I have an awesome big new HD TV too. I shall bring home some good foodstuff for me and hubby. I hope there is enough beer! *gasp* Then America gets to discover how great Grey's Anatomy is, as it follows the game. Needless to say I am having a coffee.
Tomorrow, my biggest one turns 11. (I turn way older next week, more ickiness.) Since I set precedent with his sister, I will wax poetically in homage to him tomorrow. Even though he puts crayons in his pockets.