Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

I see that Greg Norman and Chris Evert got married. I guess I can see that. Do you ever find yourself observing couples and wondering how they got together or what they see in each other? Do you ever evaluate the match to see if it seems equitable?

I have read that, in a socioeconomic sense, women typically marry "up" a bit, and correspondingly men marry "down" a bit. I have also read that, as a generality (which isn't worth much in general), women prefer darker men, men prefer lighter women, and redheads are generally less preferred. And then there's the older man with the younger attractive woman, (He's got a great sense of humor, obviously), and the girls that like bad boys, and the boys that focus on particular physical components, and what kind of car do you drive?

So, how many times have you thought, "What is she doing with him?" (Or, perhaps, him with her. Or I guess him with him or her with her, now that I think about it). Of course, it's different for many married people, who after a time wonder "What am I doing with him/her?"

Champions

The year of a lifetime.



Still not over the Super Bowl though.



Yeah, it's a little greedy.

Have you seen the muffin man?

To many the day-old half-price rack in the bakery section is unacceptable. Imagine what people would think. Or how can the refined palette of so special a person be insulted with less than the best? Yet the "fresh" muffins will not be eaten at the earliest until the next morning- that's right, it becomes a day old muffin, and maybe more. One day, two days, three days, a week- where's the edibility line? The truth is that unless you're eating that muffin warm on site, you've lost that fresh-out-of-the-oven meltability and have bought yourself an old muffin.

Put it in a microwave? You've fallen into my trap, for that day-old muffin is just as nukeable as the same day muffin and the three day muffin. In fact, as long as that muffin isn't too kaleidoscopically fuzzy it's revivable, even if it takes extraordinary measures like the old damp paper towel trick.

So let these snobs turn their noses up at the half-price muffins and go pay an extra three dollars a pound for fresh fish that will likely be put in the freezer, and make sure all leftovers get thrown out (much to the dog's and husband's -a fine line, there- chagrin). It's only money, and how can one put a price on ego?

And by the way, what's with the health information stating the serving size as one-third of a muffin? Who eats just one-third of a muffin? Maybe more people would if they saw the fat and calories in muffins, but I guess that's why the serving size is stated as it is. Do you really want to do the math to see that there's 54 grams of fat and 1400 calories there? On the positive side, the person who thought of putting chocolate in muffins is a genius.

The glass is not half full

As I'm doing laundry tonight the thought once again crosses my mind, "stinkin' weasel marketers," as I contemplate the merits of the detergent bottle cap. In general, the cap's fill line for a load is about 3/4 up the cup, and sometimes just half the cup, but how many people fill the cup? Probably about the same that put the toothpaste over the length of the bristles instead of the pea-size bead needed. This peculiar aspect of human nature to fill to capacity is fertile ground for corporate profit.

NBA Finals, Game 4

Wow

Ding, Dong, the Wicked Witch is Dead

Which old witch? The wicked witch.

Thank goodness all the political insiders, rigged DNC and primary structures, early money and political power, and demonic manipulations have failed Mrs. Clinton. Hopefully she will now go the way of other dangerous demagogues and the memories of Whitewater, Travelgate, Madison Guaranty, Filegate, cattle futures, the health care fiasco, Vince Foster, and the evil that is Hilary will be gone forever. It would be great to have a woman president- just not this one.

Now please, just don't find any Polaroids of Obama...