So from looking at this picture I am sure you are thinking: ADD rears its ugly head this morning! Well sort of actually. The picture of the tools yes- I got to playing around on Photoshop with this and was dying to write my thoughts on what this picture made me think of- however ADD did get in the way- I had way too many directions to take it and I figured you (that is if anyone is reading this?) didn’t want to read a month’s worth of posts all on the subject of tools- so I turned to my friends and asked what the image makes them think of. Here are my favorite responses:
-Um, the pic says to me that the guys are tools-aka "stains of the earth". If they are huge tools, I prefer to call them "tool sheds."
-I met that stripper in Vegas that looked just like that, which was a nice thing....we talked every day until he flew over here...after that, he just stopped calling.... imagine, looking that hot, and still a complete tool bag underneath it all. The only thing good about him was that he was hot, and could move in ways that people only dreamed of....
-Um, the pic says to me that the guys are tools-aka "stains of the earth". If they are huge tools, I prefer to call them "tool sheds."
-I met that stripper in Vegas that looked just like that, which was a nice thing....we talked every day until he flew over here...after that, he just stopped calling.... imagine, looking that hot, and still a complete tool bag underneath it all. The only thing good about him was that he was hot, and could move in ways that people only dreamed of....
-Ex boyfriend from hell. He was so good looking, great dresser, looked great in clothes or without them.....then he opened his mouth. He opened his mouth and it ruined my perfect imagine that guys can be a complete package. I guess then I learned that looks don't matter. Most of the hot ones are dicks anyway. They never have to work for anything, so why, if you are in a relationship with them would they work for you?? They honestly think that you are the lucky one to be with them. They just don't get it...
-They are the ones that we hook up with, tell our girlfriends about it over a glass of wine, and then how we could never date them. Looks fade, and honestly, I need someone with just a little more than looks....they are also the guys that only sleep with young girls.... real women wouldn't put up with that
That last one really got me thinking (first how wise that one friend has suddenly gotten since she now has a fantastic future husband) about the dates I have had, the success and failures in direct correlation with appearance and I think she might be on to something. While still very unsure of how to take this entry I went for a girl’s night to see Julie & Julia. It was a great flick- the book is really good too, read it first- but what really struck me was not Julie or Julia but Paul- Julia’s husband. There in the midst of two mega stars cooking and trying to cook is a very touching love story of the husbands that stood beside them. Paul Child who could have literally hid in his wife’s shadow proudly stood by her, loved her, supported her and encouraged her to follow her dreams. Stanley Tucci is one of my favorite actors but he absolutely melted my heart in this role. So, I have to look back- my biggest dating flop was in fact with a guy who was devastatingly handsome and quite possibly dressed better than me, followed up by a mess of drama with another hot young thing and who could forget the hot mess I dated back in college (who from what I hear is not hot anymore- haha Karma is a bitch!)- these beautiful boys were gorgeous to look at, fun for awhile but then at the point where it becomes a relationship and you have to take on the care and concern of another- they fled, opting to choose-as the late MJ said “the man in the mirror”
On that same note I also had to look back at the success(and yes- I have had success), and I swear (on my beloved puppy) that all of those were with guys who were, how do I put it??? Vertically challenged. Yes the two best relationships of my checkered past have been with guys that were my height or not much taller than me. And come to think of it they both had very porn-staresque names( hmmmm???? I feel an interesting experiment coming on) First came the college heartbreak (- but really it was all worth it and all for the best so not really a heartbreak) and then came the Yankee. And come to think of it- both of these guys are still my friends- it just wasn’t right- it ended we moved on and with a few dramatic exceptions it was the most peaceful mature break-up. The tall hunky ones were not such clean breaks and are not quite at friend status still.
So does this whole revelation blow my theory of judging books by their cover out of the water? Well I just can’t say yes to that- I much too much love my color coordinated bookshelves! But instead I will proclaim support of the saying: Good things come in Small Packages---oh no- that sounds awful because let’s be honest size does matter- so I guess I have to toss my theory and say it is TRUE- don’t judge a book by its cover because as Stanley Tucci proves- love comes in all shapes, sizes and hairstyles.
-They are the ones that we hook up with, tell our girlfriends about it over a glass of wine, and then how we could never date them. Looks fade, and honestly, I need someone with just a little more than looks....they are also the guys that only sleep with young girls.... real women wouldn't put up with that
That last one really got me thinking (first how wise that one friend has suddenly gotten since she now has a fantastic future husband) about the dates I have had, the success and failures in direct correlation with appearance and I think she might be on to something. While still very unsure of how to take this entry I went for a girl’s night to see Julie & Julia. It was a great flick- the book is really good too, read it first- but what really struck me was not Julie or Julia but Paul- Julia’s husband. There in the midst of two mega stars cooking and trying to cook is a very touching love story of the husbands that stood beside them. Paul Child who could have literally hid in his wife’s shadow proudly stood by her, loved her, supported her and encouraged her to follow her dreams. Stanley Tucci is one of my favorite actors but he absolutely melted my heart in this role. So, I have to look back- my biggest dating flop was in fact with a guy who was devastatingly handsome and quite possibly dressed better than me, followed up by a mess of drama with another hot young thing and who could forget the hot mess I dated back in college (who from what I hear is not hot anymore- haha Karma is a bitch!)- these beautiful boys were gorgeous to look at, fun for awhile but then at the point where it becomes a relationship and you have to take on the care and concern of another- they fled, opting to choose-as the late MJ said “the man in the mirror”
On that same note I also had to look back at the success(and yes- I have had success), and I swear (on my beloved puppy) that all of those were with guys who were, how do I put it??? Vertically challenged. Yes the two best relationships of my checkered past have been with guys that were my height or not much taller than me. And come to think of it they both had very porn-staresque names( hmmmm???? I feel an interesting experiment coming on) First came the college heartbreak (- but really it was all worth it and all for the best so not really a heartbreak) and then came the Yankee. And come to think of it- both of these guys are still my friends- it just wasn’t right- it ended we moved on and with a few dramatic exceptions it was the most peaceful mature break-up. The tall hunky ones were not such clean breaks and are not quite at friend status still.
So does this whole revelation blow my theory of judging books by their cover out of the water? Well I just can’t say yes to that- I much too much love my color coordinated bookshelves! But instead I will proclaim support of the saying: Good things come in Small Packages---oh no- that sounds awful because let’s be honest size does matter- so I guess I have to toss my theory and say it is TRUE- don’t judge a book by its cover because as Stanley Tucci proves- love comes in all shapes, sizes and hairstyles.
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