Miley Cyrus wants you to suck on this...

So, we all know that Miley Cyrus has taken over the world with her (and her alter-ego, Hannah Montana's) mass merchandising. Movies? Check. Clothing line? Check. Posters and lunchboxes? Check, check. But if you thought that was enough, well then you would be mistaken, because whose life could be complete without... drumroll please... Hannah Montana candy?!! 

Especially if that candy looks like a big, hairless penis. The lineup starts behind me!  The package says that they're supposed to be Guitar & Microphone Shapes, but you tell me, does that flesh-coloured, rubbery treat look anything like a guitar to you? Didn't think so. Now I'm sure (I hope!!) that this next observation is subjective and not intended by Disney, but the way the shaft - ahem, sorry, the neck of the guitar - is pointing at Hannah Montana's wide open, smiling mouth... it just sends too many messages that shouldn't be there when looking at the image of a 15 year old "role model". Messages that surely someone in Miss Cyrus' camp should have questioned when looking over the final product!

Honestly, who on this earth could have approved this? Do her parents/management team even look at this stuff before it goes out, or are products bearing her name and image handled by an entirely separate group of people? I mean really, even if the "guitar" shape could pass, certainly someone should have questioned the colour! It is the colour of skin for God's sake!

Friday Fill-In (On Sunday)

And...here we go!

1. When I'm sick I'm prone to read US Weekly.

2. When I take a walk, I think about how I wish my neighbourhood was less hilly just this once.

3. Money can't buy happiness but it can buy you a new fall wardrobe, which makes you happy!

4. Cotton makes me comfortable and leather makes me feel guilty.

5. The strangest person/character I've had lewd thoughts about was Chris Farley - I was dreaming though, therefore not my fault.

6. My favorite color these days is blue because it brings out my eyes.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to watching Gossip Girl, tomorrow my plans include watching Gossip Girl and Sunday, I want to shop for a dress for an upcoming wedding.

Why do men cheat (and women for that matter)?

I'm so beyond frustrated at the number of douchebag celebrities lately that have been caught cheating on their wives. In particular -because they're the most recent offenders - Balthazar Getty and John Edwards. 

You all know the stories: Balthazar Getty has been caught by photogs having an affair with Sienna Miller. She's topless, he's grabbing and kissing her, she's groping him below the belt... he has a wife and 4 children at home.  John Edwards was busted when pictures surfaced of him meeting with his mistress and the child he allegedly fathered with her. His wife, Elizabeth has been battling incurable cancer and supported him during his 2 huge political bids (for Vice President with John Kerry in 2004 and as a candidate for the Democratic presidential nomination in early 2008). It has also been determined that he has been paying off his mistress - likely with campaign dollars. 

Oh and then there's always Dean McDermott, Tori Spelling's sleaze of a husband who left not only his wife for the washed-up actress, but also his toddler son and newly adopted, infant daughter. 

I can't even begin to imagine what these women are going through. The thought of my husband who I adore and depend on so much touching another woman, loving another woman, leaving me and my son to start another family, it leaves me feeling frantic. To betray the person who has stood by you and given you children, it's the worst thing you could ever do to someone. For God's sake, leave your wife if you need to stray. Leave her and then go frolicking, but do not bring your wife down so low as to be your mistresses sloppy seconds.  It makes me shudder to think that a man could lie with another woman and then come home and get into bed with his unsuspecting wife.  I would feel so filthy, so nauseated, so totally insulted if my husband ever betrayed me like that. 

These men deserve whatever scorn and nasty karma that befalls them. I don't care what your wife did or didn't do, nothing would make stepping out explainable or forgivable. If you can't stand her, or you're that bored with her, please show her the respect of leaving her first. Do not insult her by going to another woman (or man, whatever...) in search of whatever you're missing. It's cowardly and low, and I have zero sympathy for these men who cry about how sorry they are (after being caught of course!), how it was a moment of weakness, how they were going through an awful time. I couldn't care less. Maybe it makes me a cold bitch, but that's a label I can handle. 

So to all you cheating men out there: I hope you're having a blast knowing that you've destroyed your family (whether your wife let you stay or not) in order to indulge in some extra-marital booty. You are a loser and a disgrace. A real man would never do what you did/are doing. 

For all the ladies home alone on a Saturday night...

I had the hottest dream about David Beckam last week and I can't get him out of my head, so I thought I'd put him in yours! Oh, and do yourself a favour and open up the last one, if your computer can handle it (it's huge). Enjoy!

Friday Fill-Ins

 

#85

1. The last meal I had at a restaurant was Red Curry Chicken from Spring Rolls.

2. Apathy is something I intensely dislike.

3. The full moon is round?.

4. Douchebag is one of my favorite local expressions.

5. Sometimes it's best to rest.

6. The Orphanage is the best movie I've seen so far this year!

A weekend to myself

My husband took our son up to Wiarton to visit his parents for the whole weekend, in order to give me some much needed R&R.

It took a bit of time to get used to the idea that my baby would be 3 hours away from me for 3 whole days - I even cried as they pulled away from the house - but now that I'm well into my 2nd day I think I've hit my stride, and I'm really enjoying myself. Yesterday, I did some light housework, prepared some purees for my son that I'd been behind on, goofed off online for while, and spent the evening at a girlfriend's place, where we ordered in Thai food, and indulged in a mini Queer As Folk marathon. 

Today I slept in a bit, did a 90 minute workout (which I haven't been able to achieve since my son arrived in January!), walked up to the village to pick up some fresh veggies and a movie for later, and now I'm, obviously, writing a post that's long overdue. This is not a weekend of thrills and adventure, but it is the weekend I've been needing so much. My God, I've missed having such abundant time for myself! No matter how prepared I was to make big changes to my own life for my son's, it has been one heck of a shock to completely alter my pre-baby existence for this new one where everything revolves around someone else.

Sometimes I get frustrated with a few people in my life who insinuate that I need more "me time" than other moms they know. They never come right out and say that I'm over-indulgent or anything, but I hear the judgement anyway when I mention that I'm looking for ways to enhance my personal happiness. I think it baffles them that I need activities and accomplishments in my life that are separate from the joys that motherhood has given me. Whether it's by writing here, or going out of town to visit a girlfriend, or staying a night at a hotel in town just to get away for a bit, I try to find simple ways to reinforce my own identity. In the future I'd like to take a course in political science, or women's studies. I want to write more, I want to be more charitable... the list goes on.  However, my desire for "more" does not diminish the fulfillment I get from staying home and raising my son - I love that he is my little partner and that my days are spent caring for him. I just hope that he always thinks of me as being someone who lives a rich, well-rounded life, and as someone who wants the same for him. He is already such an inquisitive little guy and I want to support his curiosity and independence all his life. Hopefully, I can do that partly by leading by example. In the meantime, I'll try to work on not caring so much about whether or not my goals differ from those of other moms, but rather focussing on what works for me and my family. And what works right now is having an amazing relaxing weekend OFF!

Now that that's off my chest (hee)... the rest of the weekend should include a nap, some reading (I've vowed to finish the David Suzuki Autobiography), and watching Penelope. Tomorrow is a cleaning/organizing day, getting ready for my cousin who's coming to stay with us for a few days. I think I might also try a new aquafit class - hopefully with better results than last time! 

Is it awful that I wish I had just one more day to tack on to the end of this weekend? At first I thought I would struggle through it, just missing my boys terribly, but it has turned into the world's fastest weekend and I'm already starting to dread that it will soon be over. *sigh* Mother's guilt is in full swing. lol :)