This oneâ€™s probably going to get me in trouble but here it goes: men are stupid. In my not-so-distant single days, I was obsessing over a loser ex with my friend Ruthie. Exasperated, she gave me the single best bit of dating advice ever:â€œmen are stupid,â€ she said. A mother of six (!) boys and one grandson, she told me that she loves her boys more than anything, that boys are wonderful, but she said sheâ€™s learned that theyâ€™re just not that bright. Or deep. We women obsess over what theyâ€™re thinking or what they meant when they called or didnâ€™t call. Ruthie told me they donâ€™t mean ANYTHING. They donâ€™t think it through at all, she said. Weâ€™re the ones that assign meaning, not them.
He didnâ€™t call when he said he would?Maybe heâ€™s not that into you. Or maybe heâ€™s just stupid. Either way, try to enjoy yourself and size up his character and other things that make him fit to be your life partner. But donâ€™t drive your girlfriends (and me) crazy with the â€œwhat does he mean by . . .â€ conversations. Chances are really good he meant nothing by it.
Three yeas ago today, Christopher and I were married on the banks of the Chattahoochee River here in Atlanta. It was one of those perfect, rare humidity-free days, sunny and in the 70’s. He teared up as I made the way down the aisle. The youngest members of our bridal party — 3 years old, both of them — delighted everyone with their halting walks, stumbles (my nephew plopped down on his butt and popped right back up), skips and detours. We had two ceremonies: an American one and a Persian one. We danced a Foxtrot to “Fever.” We had cedar smoked salmon with apple pie for dessert. Champagne and pomegranate martinis flowed. I cried and smiled and pinched myself and floated through the evening.
But he makes me laugh. When we dated, he worried that he wasnâ€™t deep enough for me. And I did think I wanted a guy I could have long philosophical conversations with. But Iâ€™d dated a few of those and you know what?Â They were kind of boring. Now Iâ€™m not saying all deep guys are boring. Just the ones I met.
My husband made me laugh, got me out of my head, was (and is) kind and consistent. His moral compass was strong and sure. (Some of those philosophical guys can shift based on what side of the moral argument suits them in the moment.)Â If I need to go way, way deep on a subject, I have a dozen girlfriends on speed dial I can ring up.
Besides, my hubbyâ€™s a lot deeper than he gives himself credit for.
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Random Neural Firings is a brain dump of sorts, with tidbits and pieces (some useful, some funny and some just because) of the content that make up my life.
When I worked in t.v., I used to joke that someday Iâ€™d own a production company called â€œRandom Neural Firings,â€ or â€œRNFâ€ for short. It seemed appropriate given how random the creative process can be sometimes, plus it suited my restless nature. My best friend has dubbed me a fountain of useless knowledge. My husband calls me Research Girl. And my son . . . well my son canâ€™t talk yet but Iâ€™m eager to learn what heâ€™ll call me.
So here I am, putting my RNFs out for the world to enjoy (or mock, if you prefer). This is stuff Iâ€™m interested in. The stuff people call me up and ask for help on. The random stuff I cram in my head just because it interests me at the time.
When I’m not wiping spit-up off my clothes, I run a marketing company, and spend time with my wonderful husband.Â We married late in life (I was 41), had a baby at 43 (my first!), and like all new parents, wonder if we’ll ever get a full night’s sleep again.Â I kissed a lot of frogs before I found my prince, but better late than never as the saying goes.
What Type of Blog Is This?
I work in marketing so I know the value of creating a niche. I set out to write a mommy blog but there are thousands and frankly, most of them are better than mine! I mean, who are we kidding? I’ve only been a mom for a few months. I thought about writing a gift blog because people are often contacting me for gift advice. But again, there are people who do that way better than I could. Who has time to shop with a newborn?
So what I decided to do instead was write a blog about whatever happens to catch my eye at the time. Most of the women I know are famous multi-taskers so I figure most of you know what it’s like to flip from fashion to decorating to figuring out what to do for the kids’ birthday parties. And juggle work, and a marriage and a household, all while never missing an episode of American Idol or So You Think You Can Dance (thanks to the magic of DVR technology).
Welcome to my mommy, er, gift, er decorating, er pop culture blog. It’s random. I hope you’ll comment and enjoy!
One other note: we are currently not accepting advertising and do not do sponsored posts. EVERYTHING I review is something I’ve tried personally, know someone who has tried, or have thought about trying. (Meaning, it’s on my list of things to buy!) If I ever do a sponsored review, you will know it, and I’ll tell you exactly what I think of it.