Random Pensées

There will most assuredly be Jimmy Burgers™ involved when we finally hook up. ;-)

Did someone say "thong"? And, I'll have you know, thongs are not dead, they are just resting.

If you ever wear that tie, you shall be excommunicated from the Dumbass Thong Watchers Club. We may be dumb, but we ain't tacky.

And finally, if you want some pecans, let me know...I live in the pecan capital of the world...I think.

PS - The kids aren't the only ones who are going to miss the nanny. *sigh*.

I would wear those ties, but I am a woman. I wonder if Lilly Pulitzer makes thongs?

I'm with you on the summer food, just don't order clams in New England now as we're all shut down from red tide. But feel free to drip peach juice on your tie.

So long... till I stop by again!

I'm all for invisible panty lines, but I won't weep for the loss of thongs. Not that I wear them fashionable or not, since I think that underwear should be one area where comfort is encouraged. Comfort doesn't require granny panties, but as far as I'm concerned, it does exclude thongs. Plus, I will also be happy not to see thongs popping out over the tops of other mom's jeans at library story times and other places where thongs are really unnecessary.

And as for those ties -- gah! My eyes are burning. I'm all for a nice conservative flowered summer tie with my husband's seersucker suit (we're in the South) but those are appalling. Of course, my husband generally thinks if it isn't a very conservative regimental stripe that a tie is too wild, so perhaps I'm just used to what I see. Nope. Those ties are just awful.

The ties are indeed, as a dear old (now sadly departed) Cajun lawyer friend once said: the height of the epitamy.

I'm not sure, Jordana, and I know Howard's got my back on this, that I can think of a single place where a thong is unnecessary. It's an asthetic thing, really. As for comfort, well, what is art if it isn't suffered for? You with me on this, Howard?

Jim -- fire up the grill, my good man!

Amy -- the dresses looked really cute on the very cute young women (who, as I told my wife, all made me feel really old) who were in attendance at the party.

It was early this morning.. Mr ears perked up, my eyes brightened.
Somewhwere, somebody mentioned "thongs".. I could feel it in my.. Well- You know..

I searched the web, following my super thong sense, and viola!
I read your post and had to concur, stroking my chin in deep thought. Thongs may indeed be on the way out, but I am willing to found a Pennsylvania branch of the Thong Watcher's Society. I will track the data, form a statistical analysis and report my findings periodically.

Much research is required, I fear- But I am equal to the task.

Oh. There was a bunch of other stuff in that post wasn't there? I got sidetracked on "Thong".

The "Thong Song" is now stuck in my head...

Ties- ugly.
A year- really, it depends on the person and how expected or unexpected the death was. One can grieve for an expected loss.
Thongs-eh.
Vine ripe, home grown tomatos- mmm.

Other summer foods: fresh tomatoes sliced on crusty fresh bread with a little bit of mayo. YUUUUM.
And ice cream.

A good tomato can go a long way, friends.

As for thongs, Rob, you need to chat with Owlish and see if you can get him to agree at least in theory. I think you might be just the man to do it, too.

Owlish, thanks for answering one of the really hard questions.

thongs went the way of the Dodo when everyone started putting out low cut pants. Let me tell you that when you buy that first pair of boot cut jeans that ride on your hips instead of your waist, you have to also purchase an entirely new set of low riding underwear to accompany the pants, otherwise it'll peep out on the backside. Not attractive. Thongs, by their very design, do not work with low cut pants, and if you do want to wear them with low cut pants, they do have low cut thongs, but really---the only reason to wear them is so that you don't have lines. You really and truly don't have lines with the low cut panties (at least I don't) because they go down that much further and they don't ride.

Too much information, I'm sure, but that's my story and I'm sticking with it ;)

I probably shouldn't say this, since it will tarnish the Upstanding Citizen and Respectable Female thing I've got going on *snort* but:

I wear thongs. I have when my backside was a lot smaller and I continue to do so, now.

This is something that one cannot, without being too graphic, explain but: The difference between granny panties and thongs is about a half yard of fabric that gets. . .erm. . .caught. Nothing more attractive than digging your undies out of your crack. I'd rather see thongs peeking out of the tops of jeans than THAT.

Furthermore: I have always held the firm belief that hip-hugger pants are for the very young and the pencil thin and boyishly endowed (no real hips to speak of). . .of which I am none.

So. Yeah. Anyway.

Hey! If you wear one of those ties, nobody will see the peach juice! :)

According to my mother, this "One Year" rule is about right. At least the overweening grief part seems to pass after a year and the "anniversaries" portion of things (i.e., the first Christmas without, the first birthday without, etc.) is done.

Truly, though -- grief never really leaves you, it just mellows and after a while, you only think fondly of the good times.

xoxo

RP, thongs are very uncomfortable! (Although I have heard friends of mine say "once you go thong, you'll never go back." Definitely not true for me.)

I think it does take a full year to mourn a parent, or a child or a spouse.

In French we don't capitalize days of the week, forget about seasons.

Good luck with the new nanny. I hope it goes as smoothly as possible!

Long live the King!!!!!
( as I bow down, while wearing my thong)

This barely qualifies as a post, just a collection of random thoughts this morning.

It's not called Random Pensées for nothing. ;-)

And the thongs are still prevalent, they just migrated south for the summer.

About the thong thing. i am not sure where I read it, I think the BBC news website, but apparently thongs can cause infections in women. i think it has to do with the rubbing in the fault line.

As for pecans, you gotta look around. Shelled or unshelled. I think Macadamien are the most expensive nuts though

Capitalization: mom and dad aren't capitalized either. Unless it's used in place of a name.

Did you know that squirrels can't carry rabies? My dog chased and got bit by one. I called the vet, they said not to worry.. squirrels aren't carriers.

I love visiting your site man!

I with you, RP. There is not a single situation I can think of where a thong would not enhance said situation.

Rob, RP and I hereby grant your charter for a Pennsylvania chapter of the Dumbass Thong Watcher's Society. Our recording secretary, Wicked H, will provide you with the necessary documents of charterization. Welcome, fellow Thongian.

I think we need to make it a 'society' instead of 'club'. Sounds less tacky. :-)

Rob, the appropriate documents are on the way to you. Welcome to the Society!

Y'all need to make sure Rob gets his "I'm with Stupid" t-shirt and his Simpson's beer bottle opener, you know the one, it makes Homer's laugh sound every time you use it.

'I will also be happy not to see thongs popping out over the tops of other mom's jeans at library story times"

I gotta hang out at the library more often.

* Thongs are definitely not dead. Being a long time thong wearer I know this because I can now purhcase them anywhere that sells women's underwear. Used to be only Victoria's Secret.

* I love being a regular. Breakfast place, neighborhood bar, whatever. Not sure why. Just like it.

* I thought the seasons were capitalized too. Sigh.

Thongs - so so not over!

Ok, I can do a survey of recent trends in underwear in Galveston. However, it seems to me a guy wearing a thong is making a much different statement than a gal wearing a thong.

On the more serious question, the biggest grieving period is usually for a spouse, and I wouldn't think about intervening in normal grief of a spouse before 2 years had passed.

Those lengths of time depend on one's culture and upbringing too.

I still love my thongs but am also a coveter and closet lover of the satin boy pants. Nothing makes a girl feel saucier.

But I am still in love with the phrasing of dr. pants:

"i think it has to do with the rubbing in the fault line."

Well phrased, my dear. Well phrased.