This post took me 200 seconds to write...

Why do parents refer to their young children's ages in a month form? And exactly when does that get converted to years? You never hear anyone saying,
"Oh, my little tyke is 82 months now. He's real chatty." "Yeah, just wait 'till they get to that dreaded 142nd month...they turn into little bastards."

This conversion just seems to kind of happen in the secret circles of parenthood and those of us who don't have the membership are left scratching our heads.

I remember now

...why I liked this book when I first read it. That and the hot romance and crazy women locked in the attic.

"It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquillity: they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it. Millions are condemned to a stiller doom than mine, and millions are in silent revolt against their lot. Nobody knows how many rebellions besides political rebellions ferment in the masses of life which people earth. Women are supposed to be very calm generally: but women feel just as men feel; they need exercise for their faculties, and a field for their efforts, as much as their brothers do; they suffer from too rigid a restraint, too absolute a stagnation, precisely as men would suffer; and it is narrow-minded in their more privileged fellow-creatures to say that they ought to confine themselves to making puddings and knitting stockings, to playing on the piano and embroidering bags. It is thoughtless to condemn them, or laugh at them, if they seek to do more or learn more than custom has pronounced necessary for their sex."

-Charlotte Bronte, "Jane Eyre"

Bridget Jones' Diary

I watched "The Edge of Reason" last night. I love Bridget Jones, so in the spirit of Jones:





Year: 2009
Boyfriends: 0
Jobs: 1 1/2
Job Interviews: 0
Flats: 0
Moneys: 0

Okay. I just graduated [two days ago] and now I'm the post-college rut. How long is this supposed to last?
My boyfriend of almost three years couldn't wait to get out of the relationship [what, did I pass gas too much?] and I can't find a job to save my life. I am not under any circumstances going to sell insurance. I will not get sucked into mediocrity.

Bring it on LIFE! Bring...it...on.
[please be gentle]