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I didn't get to blog for so long that now I feel like I need to blog everyday to make up for it... only not much is going on.

Celeste backed into someone in the parking lot the other morning, and I am such a good friend that I totally stopped laughing long enough to ask if she did any damage. (she didn't)

I went to a birthday party for a 1-year-old that included blowing bubbles in the yard (y'all, those bubble wands rule the school), taking pictures, having teenagers make me feel like I can never be cool again, and an invitation to visit a friend in San Francisco.

Just when I was giving up on the human race all together and was about to join Jaimie in selling us out to the space robots, someone called just to tell me thank you for something I did. I can't believe he even thought to call me. His mama raised him right.

I had about a two weeks of more emotional stabs than I could take. Everywhere I turned it felt like I was getting hurt. I finally decided that I needed to get over myself. Things are evening out, mostly. I'm totally back to thinking shallow thoughts like:

"I wonder if Nick misses Jessica."

And speaking of shallow, did anyone else hear about that sculpture of a naked Britney Spears giving birth on all fours? I saw a clip on the news about it and I thought they said it had something to do with Pro-Choice which I thought was a hilarious commentary. Then I googled it and found that no, it was Pro-Life, and meant to "honor Britney for the rarity of her choice and bravery of her decision."

Okay, let me get this straight.

We're celebrating a girl that was forced to grow up too fast, make a sexual object of herself when she barely had her period yet, married white trash, and in a last-ditch effort to find one person who truly loves her.. had a baby?

We're celebrating that now? Really?

No, really?!

Cause it seems like to me if Britney was living in a trailer park instead of Beverly Hills, we wouldn't see any statues of her. We wouldn't "celebrate" her choice to have a child so young with an idiot in a marriage that is so obviously never going to last. So congratulations, Britney. You're a hero.