This morning the entertainment world was rocked with the news that Jackass alumni Ryan Dunn was killed in a fatal car accident. He was 34.
Sadly enough, the thoughts on the minds of bloggers and message boards was not of grief but more of a morbid curiosity. Many Jackass fans admit that they often wondered which one of the crew would die, likely in a stunt gone poorly and this story simply reminded us all that the men we have watched do ridiculous things for our amusement are in fact, mortal.
Today is Father’s Day and I want to take this moment to thank all of the real dads out there.
Last night I went out for the first time as a single woman.
It was a friend’s birthday party & while it was fun catching up with friends, I found myself very ill at ease with myself by the end of the evening.
It wasn’t the company; my friends rock and are alot of fun. It wasn’t the losers leering at me while we were walking down the street. It was the fact that I was downtown.
I’ve made no secret that I loathe downtown. I hate the 19 and up, drunk douchers who hit on everything in a dress while drunk girls compete over who can find the guy who makes the most money. It’s actually pretty gross. I would tolerate it maybe three times a year for friends with the idea that my husband was the buffer between me & the gross losers. Fortunately, the pub we went to was for the more mature set (25 +) & there were no issues, but I guess the idea that I was out at a bar for the first time in the part of the city that I hate the most was a little intimidating.
There’s the mom guilt of going out as well as the guilt of being the stereotypical single mom who parties, even though I rarely do.
So, when does the guilt go? Is this a normal single mom moment? Much like the rest of parenting, there’s no handbook for this & I’m trying to figure out how to do this the “right” way.
During a meeting last week, I was told the strangest thing;
“You look so much happier.”
Entertainment Weekly is compiling a list of the greatest movie kisses of all time (to see their selections, click here)
May 31 came & went.
By the time the clock struck midnight, I was something I haven’t been in months: optimistic.
I’m not sure what brought about this change. Maybe it was a pep talk from my fellow MAMA’s helping me stay on the path of strength. Maybe it was lattes with Drew. Maybe it was a kind blog comment. Maybe it was a heart to heart with my best friend.
It always amuses me what can get people talking.
Why more women aren’t lining up to marry Jesse James, I’ll never know.
Our favourite professional sleazeball penned an autobiography in which he reveals intimate details of his life with former wife Sandra Bullock. He also belittled her sexual prowess on Howard Stern, raving about his new fiancée Kat Von D.
For the last three weeks I’ve struggled with my new life on my own. It’s been hard & it’s been confusing but there comes a turning point where you have to say “I know what to do now.”
I know I might seem like some kind of teenybopper, whining about the end of a relationship on the internet, but I hope my posts are giving you an insight into how one person struggles to find who they are after their marriage is over.
The Misadventures of MHC 