Warning: I’m a bit of a St. Patrick’s Day scrooge.
I feel the same way about Cinco de Mayo. I don’t need an excuse to get drunk, thanks. You don’t see me turning every bad day where I happen to have a good bottle of wine into a holiday, do you?
Wednesday March 17, 2010
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If Not For You - Bob Dylan (with George Harrison)
Peeps are talking about these new Kotex ads. I get it, they’re funny and self-aware, mocking the dumbass commercials out there for tampons. But my question is: why go to all the trouble? I feel like marketing pads/tampons to this degree is like marketing table salt or buttons. Homegirls are going to purchase it regardless of what the ad looks like because they need it. We don’t have to be convinced by some wildly relatable faux hipster with 1998 hair.
(OK I really like her hair.)
I like this. Also, to your Q, Kotex wants to steal business away from Tampax and Playtex. Why all the X’s? Whereas I feel like Morton has the table salt market locked down. Mad Men.
Congrats, ladies. You made me LOL about feminine hygiene products. WTG!
We should all get together at a hip club so we can dance and talk about our periods.
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Tuesday March 16, 2010
Okay, I’m ready for spring now.
It’s almost time to drive with the windows down listening to Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers as loud as Walter Cronkite’s speakers will go.
President Obama arrives to deliver remarks on health insurance reform at Ehrnfelt Recreation & Senior Center in Strongsville, Ohio, March 15, 2010. (via)
Every time I see him at a podium in front of crowd, I can’t figure out why he hasn’t been pushing for health care this way from the beginning. THIS is where Obama gets shit done — not sitting at a desk bickering with a bunch of whiney Republicans.
I don’t believe he’ll ever convince politically-driven asshole Republicans, but I have no doubt he can convince the American people that this is good for all of us through the Obama brand of honesty, straight talk, and intelligence. And, you know, talking to us like we’re adults instead of telling us what’s good for us like we’re a bunch of toddlers.
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“Women are like teabags; you never know how strong they are until they’re put in hot water.”
—Eleanor Roosevelt (via kari-shma)
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Saturday March 13, 2010
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Fields of Gold — Eva Cassidy
Oh honey, you really are my musical soul mate. You just don’t even know.
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Friday March 12, 2010
“Cool runnings, mon. Bobsled.”
—This is how I’m going to start signing off on phone calls.
A while ago, the woman who owns the kennel where we leave Howie when we’re out of town told me there was another dachshund/Lab mix who frequently came to stay there. After asking some questions, we were able to establish that they actually came from the same litter. This past weekend, when we stopped to pick Howie up, the other dog’s owner was there at the same time.
Here they are together. (Howie is on the right.) You can definitely see the resemblance in their faces, but she’s half his size with short dachshund legs.
As much as I like to think they recognized each other in some way, the kennel owner says they don’t seem to react to each other any differently than other dogs. What a fun coincidence that we got to meet her and that Howie got to play with her, even if it was only for a weekend.
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