Holy Week

Friends, there is nothing holy about my week:

I'm a little stressed, but a charming someone is helping out with that. There are just some people who can make you smile and get excited no matter what, and, well, I'm lucky to know so many of these darlings.

I have plans and things to look forward to, coming out of the wazoo (admit it, you think "wazoo" is a fun word too), but the spacing between these things is a little awkward.

Sleep has forsaken me. Seriously, I'm so tired right now that I could cry. Yet I will stay up college-late or get up geriatrically-early to watch my DVRd Larry King Live and AC360.

I'm sort of getting annoyed at all of these "experts" analyzing sex and adultery. It's annoying because they either make it sound like to have wild, or even fulfilling, sex, people need to go beyond their marriages to satisfy urges. It's annoying because they make it sound like every woman or man who has a sexual appetite must've come from a dark past. Now, I'm not denying that people can be addicted to sex. And I'm not denying that some women end up prostitutes because they've been abused and haven't learned to respect their bodies. BUT there are many people with very normal, very healthy sex lives, people who feel free to live out fantasies with each other and don't need someone on the side. Also, I maintain that most men cheat just because they can. It's not always about a lack of something at home. In fact, it's usually just about getting more. And I think women cheat to get attention, (a false sense of) validation and simply to get laid! Why do these talk show hosts always make it seem like men are the only cheaters?

Larry and I got into an actual argument on the way to work today. I suggested that he might enjoy watching "Enchanted" with Cienna if the Easter Bunny delivers it. He said he would watch it but would never enjoy it. So I reminded him that on a rainy summer day two years ago that he suggested we watch "The Princess Diaries." He says he didn't suggest it, that I did. So I reminded him that he owned the movie to begin with. He claims it was his mom's that he left on the shelf, and I said it was funny that he just didn't leave it at home when he packed his things to move in with me. In the end, he maintained he would not like "Enchanted," calling it "one of those musicals."

I'm excited for girl time on Saturday. Jes is coming over. Wine may be involved. Girl talk may be involved. Viewings of the chic flicks may be involved. Blackberry sorbet in lemon cups will definitely be involved. Stop by or call if you're free. We're a welcoming duo.

Am I pathetic if I'm a little giddy on Tuesdays because of American Idol and Jericho, and on Thursdays because of Lipstick Jungle? It's the season finale of LJ this week. What will I DVR now? Or am I just pathetic because I genuinely like Mariah Carey's new song?

Wow! I actually feel a little less stressed now that I've babbled. Hopefully I'll write something real on here this week, but I'm sort of putting all of my energy into another writing effort these days. But Easter weekend is coming up, which is always one of my favorites and is always a platform of inspiration for new beginnings.

I love yinz,
Candy