This Tumblr and how it always makes my day. This tumblr belongs to my husband CJ who is currently in stupid Indiana and about to go to Afghanistan until next March. It’s usually his personal blog, but often he queues things dedicated to me. They’re usually cute, adorable references to things we do or have done. Every time something from him tagged @awildvuvuzelaappeared pops up on my dash, my heart generally melts and it always reminds me that there are so few people who know me almost better than I know myself.
Every time he posts something about or to me on his tumblr, it reminds me of a few christmases ago. I’ve complained for probably 17+ out of my 22 years of existence about never being able to find a bicycle license plate with the name Joanna on it. I’ve found JoAnn, and Joanne, but never Joanna, and it’s always been a source of sadness to me. But that particular christmas, in the basket of gifts CJ gave me, there it was: a license plate for my bike with my name on it. I’m pretty sure I haven’t squealed over a christmas gift the way I squealed then since I was about 10. I had never asked for a license plate, nor had I ever been aware of how much I complained about the lack of novelty items with my name on them, but CJ took note of it and found a license plate for me.
And that’s how his blog is. Constant little reminders on my dash that he pays attention to my likes, wants, and desires even when I’m just yammering on and not paying attention to the words coming out of my own mouth. One of us is at least paying attention to me.
- Summer is rather up front with Tom about her intentions
- Tom says that’s cool
- It’s clearly not cool
- But he says it’s cool anyways because he thinks he can change her perception of relationships
- He can’t
- Summer does exactly what she said she was going to do
- Tom hates her for it
- Tom cries and is a complete dick to everyone
- The joke here is that Tom is not a sympathetic character
- Because Summer isn’t a bitch
- Tom is just a gigantic man-baby
I HAVE TRIED TO EXPLAIN THIS TO EVERYONE I KNOW AND THEY NEVER GET IT AND JUST WANT TO DATE TOM EVEN THOUGH HE’S A WHINEY MAN CHILD
and still shopping for a watch, I thought to myself, let’s, just for funsies, go to the end all be all of watches to see if, somewhere, even for a couple thousand dollars, there exists a watch to satisfy my business and casual needs for a watch.
So I went to rolex’s website.
And of course, what do I find within 45 seconds?
A watch that would contend with and likely shame any CEO or cocktail party going socialite. Beautiful, flawless, and perfect. Bt Rolex doesn’t advertise their prices online.
So I found a retailer online and found a similar watch. For five thousand dollars.
As it turns out, the rule I apply to shoes and fine clothes also applies to watches: there is a relationship between price and quality.
So there it is. I need to find something that is almost as good as the rolex I saw for at least ten times less.
pluralisms replied to your post: Speaking of trophy wives
they’re such adorable people but out of touch with todays youth. I could win them over with a sun dress, some pearls, and strategically navigated conversation.
i liked this as soon as i read that they were the “but what do you DO without greek life?” people, haha
My mom has a friend she used to work with, Sandy. (These were the people who were shocked Melissa’s college didn’t have greek life) Sandy has two sons, one is a little older than me, and married, and the other is about my age. I think Sandy always wanted to set us up.
We of course would have never worked out because they are staunch conservatives who go to church every sunday and probably believe that pro-abortion people go to hell.
But, I was on the phone with my mom one day, and she was saying that her and Sandy were joking and laughing and Sandy said it’s too bad I married CJ because she always hoped I’d get with her son. I told my mom that I’d actually have probably been an ideal wife for him because he needs a trophy wife and I totally could have done that.
And then I think we had a legit conversation (mostly led by me) about how I would make an awesome trophy wife and I would further the shit out of my husband’s career.
But, you know, the whole conservative thing. It would have never worked.
Plus I love being married to CJ. And, if he gets the right promotions and does what he should do, I can still play trophy wife and play the politics game to move us up in the world. Provided he returns the favor in my career.
I mean, he’s definitely the hotter prince. plz marry me
he’s definitely cute and rich, but what good is that if you can’t get any power out of it? I’ll still take the rich senator.
Also I’ve been going through one of those life periods again where I channel Eva Peron, so I’ll take a rich dictator if there are any available.
but I never buy one. I never seem to find one that I want to wear on my wrist with everything I own. Im picky enough as it is about things that go on my wrist (read: unless it can be affixed to my wrist without sliding up my arm or pinching too tight I don’t wear it or wear it for short amounts of time) and I feel like if I’m going to fork over money for a watch, it had better be one that I am going to wear.
I just can’t commit to the type of watch I want. I want one that I can wear in business settings that looks like it was meant to be worn with nice business attire and even nicer shoes. But I also want to be able to wear it with casual clothes without it looking overly dressy for going out to a bar.
I’m mostly just picky about the fit and color. I naturally gravitate towards silver with pink faces, but what does that say about me? Shouldn’t I be more than just a display of my favorite colors? After weeding out pink watches in favor of more ~mature looking watches, I move on towards watches whose faces have gem stones, like crystal or CZ (or I’m sure diamonds if I shopped in the right place) but then those feel immature as well. I feel like anyone would just look at it and think, ‘who does this girl think she is with this ~bling LOL on her wrist?’ and I look at the watch and just see high school.
So then I move on to more masculine looking watches. Larger faces and different links in the band. More of an understated elegance. What would that say about me? That I’m classic and not frivolous? Maybe I’m just boring. Maybe the watch belonged to a male relative, boyfriend, or husband. But then I decide against those watches too, because, what if I wear a cocktail dress to a fancy cocktail party? That watch would look completely wrong with feminine clothes. And if I’m at a fancy cocktail party, playing the politics game, I have to have a watch so I can say “oh look at the time! I have to go. I have a charity event for orphans tomorrow and need my beauty sleep.” I can’t just dig my phone out of my purse and look at the time on it and say the same thing and have it be effective.
I guess my main problem with watches is finding a balance among looking elegant, classic, mature, and professional. It’s difficult because for the two most important times to make impressions, parties with ~important people, and business settings with superiors, I want all aspects of my appearance to say, ‘I am qualified for this and I am a polished and poised representation of myself and whatever else you want me to represent.’ and I can’t seem to find a watch to do both. I know the option of buying two watches, one for business and one for casual, is always there, but I’d rather spend extra and buy one really nice dependable watch than buy two decent enough watches.
I know I know. I’ve written way more than ever necessary about picking out a watch and I’m obviously the Patrick Bateman of watch selecting, but I’ve been looking at watch stores and websites for literally at least three years and I cannot make myself pick one.
Let’s put this in perspective before I hit post. I took less than a year to choose and commit to my first tattoo, which will be on my body literally for life, I took a little over a year to commit to my second tattoo, which, like my first tattoo, will be on my body for life, I took approximately 6 months (or even less?) to decide who I wanted to marry, and less than a week to decide to actually marry him, and I cannot, over the course of at least three entire years, choose a watch to go on my wrist.
Honestly if I bought a watch when I decided to start shopping for one it would have probably died by now. That’s how long it has taken me to pick out a watch and that’s how picky I’ve been.
but i did see pictures of Kate’s dress and I have to say I wasn’t impressed. There was nothing royal looking about it. Sure it was a fancy designer, but it was basically just a lace A-Line with a longer than average train. Princess Diana had an extravagant ball gown with an actual cathedral length train. Her dress made a statement. I think Kate’s dress was an attempt and being understated, but it was really just underwhelming.
Honestly the dress I have picked out for my wedding is more extravagant, and probably les over-priced than hers. After Princess Diana, I was expecting Kate, who is supposedly some sort of fashion trend-setting diva, to wear something more extravagant than just an A-line.