Woo hoo! It’s the day before February. Normally this is isn’t something that would get me excited, but with the onset of a new month it means I can change how I title my blog posts. I’ve been kicking around some ideas (lines from songs, quotes from movies, reality TV references, etc.), but I keep coming back to the logical (however boring) idea of titling the posts with something that’s actually relevant to the content. OK, maybe “boring” isn’t the right word to use.
Guess where I was Saturday morning?
Give up?
The H and I were waiting in a 3 hour line so he could get a picture and autograph from WWE wrestler Mick Foley.
I follow a pattern when someone introduces me to something new. I have a tendency to act like NO ONE else knows anything about it and that it’s my duty to spread the word.
A perfect example is StumbleUpon. I think it’s a great way to discover anything you want to know about. I mostly “stumble” humorous stuff and I’m not usually disappointed with what I come across. The first night I used it, I was up into the wee hours of the morning reading reviews, looking at profiles, rating stuff, and just…. exploring. It was addictive and I couldn’t get over how cool it was. Surely no one else knew about this. None of my friends were talking about it and I didn’t see too many SU buttons anywhere. Yes, once again the responsibility fell on Jill to introduce light where there was darkness. I was on a mission…
When I was single, lonely and desperate I told myself that whoever I married was going to get a pretty good deal. So many times had I witnessed countless wives and girlfriends dragging their obviously miserable boyfriends and husbands from store to store shopping; I said I would never do that to my guy. I hate shopping anyway, so I wouldn’t even do that to myself. I’ve been to movies and witnessed the male half of a couple dread going into the theater because he knows he’s in for a force-fed 2 hour estrogen feast. No guy of mine would ever endure that. In essence, I was going to be the cool girlfriend… the kick-ass wife. I told myself I would never talk during football, I would never ask him to hold my purse, I would never in a million years make him go shopping with me and I would never force him to watch a girly flick he clearly had no interest in.
