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Crappily Ever After

Ahhhh, yet another reason the notion that marriage is a holy thing, ordained by God, and intended only for a man and woman - is a massive belly laugh.

After a mere 72 days of wedded bliss(?), Kim Kardashian - yes, she of the we-have-no-idea-why-they-are-famous Kardashians - has filed for divorce from the love-of-her-life, NBAer Kris Humphries.

So much for the sanctity of the institution.  $10 million dollar wedding, faces splashed across every magazine and website, and it turns to crap after only 72 days?

Sorry, I'm not buying it.  But then I didn't buy the whole "true love" spiel to begin with.  A love born of reality TV - or let me rephrase that - a marriage born of the love of being on reality TV is something built on ratings, not a foundation of matched values, belief systems, commitment.

It is something to garner publicity - PR being the food on which the reality TV beast relies to exist.

$10 million dollars and the brightest of klieg lights to insure everyone on planet Earth knew of their "love."  And it lasts 72 days.

Rudy and I spent $150, had five people in attendance, and are going on 21 years.  Then again, Rudy and I actually talked about things like the future, our passions, our commonalities, our differences, what we wanted - in short, we knew each other before we put rings on one another's fingers.  "Forever" was not just some talking point for ratings.  It was a brick in the foundation of our commitment to one another.

A 72 day heterosexual marriage.  Yet another reason why I laugh out loud when people climb on their soapboxes about gay marriage being against God's law; that it is only intended for a man and a woman; that we must preserve its sanctity.

Puh-leez. 

We have a front row seat to watch two heteros ram marriage right up the ass.  Again.

But don't worry.  I'm sure that by next season, Kimmy will be in love again - this time for real - and we can watch her as she picks out another Vera Wang, another matching jeweled headpiece, and prepares to bend marriage over at the waist.

Again.

All under the watchful eye of the camera.  All for a public with an IQ lower than the number of days this marriage lasted.

Today Is About Jamie & Jeff!

Celebrating Audrey!

It's Lisa's Day!

Time To Celebrate DeeAna!

It's Megin's Day!

Remembering The Dreams We Have Fulfilled, The Wishes Still To Come True

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so I decided to let the pictures do the talking. 

Christmas is just around the corner, in fact, as of next Tuesday we will be able to say "Christmas is NEXT MONTH."  The wish lists have started coming in, the stories full of love and the hope that we may help parents make Christmas happen in their homes this year.

The economy has hit so many, so very hard.  But in compiling some of the pictures of children we have helped in the past, I know we can make our magic happen again in 2011.

I'll let the kids take it from here... 

Item In Luggage Arouses More Than Curiosity

These days, when packing a suitcase for air travel, the chances of having your bag rifled through by security agents at some point along the journey is pretty likely.

When Carson and I traveled to Germany, I ended up with two notices inside my bag indicating someone had insured my underwear was not made of C4 (weapon of ass destruction?).

When Kendall traveled to Italy and back, she had FIVE inserts in her luggage.  FIVE.  Meaning every single time her bag left her sight, it was opened and checked for dangerous materials.  (Note to TSA:  If cardigans could start a World War, Kendall will one day rule the planet.) 

I don't mind the search.  And Kendall just laughed it off, adding the five notices to her collection of memorabilia from her trip.  Having your clothing fumbled with is a small price to pay for what might be found in other suitcases, and as I have always said, if you have nothing to hide, what's the issue?

As long as it is kept professional, that is.

Unfortunately, human beings will be human beings, and as we all know, many human beings own a condo in the mental gutter.  (Mine's a mansion.)

Transatlantic traveler, lawyer and blogger (Feministe), Jill Filipovic, found this out on her last trip from Newark to Dublin, and she now has a bone(r) to pick with the TSA.

Her luggage was chosen for inspection - she has no problem with that - but what she found inside has her taking a hard line stance.  On her inspection notification, some TSA agent - for the sake of storytelling, we'll call him/her Randy - left a personal note upon finding a certain item in the suitcase... which elicited a BIG" O no, you didn't" from Jill...

"Get your freak on girl."

Yes, by her own admission, Jill was packing, um, heat, if you will.  Inside her bag was a device of personal satisfaction. 

Now, you wood would think the agents doing the inspection would be professional enough to simply go about their business, maybe giggle, but then zip up the bag and move along to the next.  I highly doubt that commenting on what they find is in the job description.

The TSA is looking into the matter and someone may very well find themselves ejaculated ejected from their job. 

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So, how would you feel if you were Jill?  What's the most personal item you have ever packed when traveling?  And do you ever worry that your bag may be the one that gets felt up?

 

 

Birthday Wishes For Brian!

It's Tracy D's Day!