You KNOW You Want a Weekly Wrap-Up List

Some people start their weeks on Sunday.  I find this a ludicrous habit, one which is symptomatic of, I believe, insanity.  Y'all.  Sunday is for reading and snuggling and clinging to the precious moments with your babies before the frenzied rush of a school week begins all over again.  Or taking a giant nap.  Or vaguely staring into space wondering what you did with your H-hook.  You NEED your H-hook.  (Don't panic.  I found it.)  I start my week on Monday, because I'm not insane--at least not on a weekly basis.  I mean on a weekily basis. Weeky basis?

You know what I mean.

Anywayzers, here's the weekly wrap up, my loves:

1. Have I mentioned my job is magic?  Bella Baby Photography is a great company to work for and I get the pleasure of shnoogling newborns and making parents goo and gah all day long.  It comes with some surprises and stress (I've worked with tragedy and police officers and nontraditional families this week), but it is, by and large, a great job.  Woohoo, me!  I got a great job!
2. I'm going to do some mini-sessions for Valentine's Day that will come with a choice of personalized Valentines for friends and family or a CD of the session over at Heather Ray Photography.  I'm also going to offer press-printed Valentines using customer pictures.  (For you Paganistas out there, how about some Imbolc-themed cards?  How fun would THAT be?)  Be sure to check out the Facebook page and/or the blog (which has been sorely neglected for lo these past six or nine months...) for more details in the upcoming days.  
3. All of THAT business out of the way, I must admit something:  I kinda love Tim Tebow.  I KNOW!!!  IT'S AWFUL!!!  (Pause for all of my Bulldawg beloveds to find a handy corner to vomit in.)  Okay, but here's the thing:  I enjoyed making fun of ol' Tim on the rare occasions when the Bulldogs made him cry during his time at the University of Florida.  Honestly, I enjoyed making fun of him EVERY time he cried, but that was only, like, five times.  (I relished every single time.)  But a couple of things.  First, the kid is winning football games.  It isn't pretty and it isn't...you know...RIGHT according to NFL standards, but he's winning.  And I LOVE when the dude who isn't supposed to win wins, you know? Second, I might think that he's a bit...er...zealous in his beliefs, but bless his heart, he is sticking to them, isn't he?  I doubt seriously that we'll read any stories about him getting shot (or shooting somebody) outside a nightclub in Atlanta or rumors of him groping somebody at a nightclub in rural Georgia or getting caught with guns in an Atlanta airport.  (Hey, NFL dudes.  Stop coming to our state and messing up.  We have enough problems here without your criminality, mkay?)  We probably won't hear about strippers or drug dealers or what have you.  And...that's sort of refreshing, isn't it?  Maybe he's just a good guy who can play good football, and if he wants to say it's because of God, well, okay.  It doesn't particularly hurt me that he does.  (Plus--and let's be honest here--if he DOES get caught with a male prostitute snorting crack on the roof of the Peachtree Plaza, OMFC, how AWESOME would that be?)
4. I just opened the giant Hershey kiss Will got me for Christmas.  It is sort of...uh...nipple-like.  I'm just saying.  I feel a little dirty.  I'm kind of blushing.
5. That does not, in any way, mean that I won't eat it like a chocolate-eating fool.
6. It does mean that I can't figure out how to eat it.  Like, I don't necessarily want to BITE OFF the tip, although that makes the most sense.  HERSHEY'S.  You are killing me, here.
7. Having decided that gnawing on the areolabottom part of the kiss was the least disturbing strategy, I will now tell you that I am already sick of the 2012 presidential race and the Republicans haven't even chosen a candidate yet.  I can't decide of whom I'm sicker:  the candidates or the would-be voters.  The Republican candidates suck, y'all.  I'm sorry.  They just do.  Watching them scrabble to "out conservative" each other while walking some weird, wavery trying-to-get-the-gay-vote-while-not-actually-saying-"gay-people-are-awful" line and falling back on some pre-Civil War "let the states decide" thing is exhausting me.  Please believe me when I say that I loathe Rick Santorum more than I loathe most people and he is RUINING sweater vests for me, the little pissant.  Would-be voters, though, are KILLING me, too.  If you haven't learned from the last three years that being president does not mean that you get to A:  do away with the federal reserve, B:  do away with laws that limit civil rights, C:  impeach judges you feel are un-American, or D:  do any damn thing without Congress saying, "Oh, yeah, we can do that," then you need to...well, frankly, you need to wake up and smell the Constitution.  Or read it.  Either one.  I don't care which.  Hell, eat it if you want to, just make sure that you don't hold out any hope that the majority of the candidates can do a sliver of what they're promising.  
8. I can't even talk about--AGAIN--what happens when a state (given the power to regulate society-based interactions) runs up against personal freedom.  But I have a long list of U.S. Supreme Court cases that you might be interested in.  
9. I worked out to Jillian Michaels' Thirty Day Shred yesterday and I feel like an 900-year-old woman today.  My shoulder CREAKED when I lifted my camera this morning.  And I don't want to discuss what I have to do to sit down on (or, heaven forfend, get OFF) the toilet.  It involves clinging to the shower curtain.  I think I posted about this DVD before, but it bears repeating:  Jillian Michaels is a beast.  If I can manage to do this workout again with any kind of regularity, I have no doubt that I will be shredded.  (My shower curtain probably will be, too.)
10. Am I the only person who now cringes when I hear the words "Tim Burton" and "Johnny Depp" in the  same sentence?  What combination of weird hair, white face, and funky eyes can they come up with next and WHY won't they stop?  And, my friends, the other day, I heard Burton was going to get his paws on Pinocchio AND Robert Downey, Jr. and I yelled at my computer, "Not my ROBBIE!  Run away, Robert Downey, Jr!  Run awwaaaaay.  
11. I also yelled at my computer when my printer was like, "Hi, sweetums.  I'm not going to scan anymore, okay?  Okay."  WTF, printer?  This is not okay.  This is not okay, at all.  But it still sits there, refusing to print.  I dream of a new printer, but I don't say anything out loud, because at least that sucker still prints, and I'm afraid if I offend it, it will stop doing that.
12. It is entirely possible that I personalize objects in my life too much. 
13. At least I don't objectify people though, right?
14. Except for my Robbie.  
15. Ruuuuuuunnnnnn, my Robbie!  RUUUUNNNNNN.