swoooooon

This morning one of my blog-heroes, Ree, aka Pioneer Woman, asked in this morning's post if her readers were morning people. So I commented. Because I dearly love the peace before the sun comes up and the feeling of having the world to ones self. A love much dampened by my congested sinuses these days. I said as much. AND SHE COMMENTED BACK! (Why yes, I do happen to be a sixteen year old disguised as an independent career woman.)

Sometimes you come across some amazing things on the web. These collages on flickr are certainly one of them.

Lately my life hasn't been something I want to blog about. Even my own internal monolouge is starting to sound whiny to me. In brief, I'm still at the bar, still without any strong prospects in my field and really not liking either. Being used to being a high achiever this stage of my life seems particularly dim, though compared to many people's situations I'm on top of the world. So I try not to complain, though the effort is rarely particularly effective.

Serious rugby is over for the fall. We lost one cup match, I twisted my ankle, and won the second, in which I didn't get to play. Defensively we've come together as a team, though no one would deny that our pack is probably the lightest club side pack in the country. What size is an average women's prop in a D1 top 16 team, anyway? Guess I'll have to pay attention when Austin hosts the Women's Round of 16 in a week and a half.

In the circle, post practice this evening, after Meg has finished expounding about how she wants us to be thinking on the rugby pitch, not just crashing straight into the defenseman (woman?) in front of us:

Amy: Hello, my name is Amy and I am a thinking rugby player.
Heidi (laughing): Is that what your blog says?
Amy: No, my blog says I over analyze everything.

Exactly

Seriously people, our culture has some crazy standards that aren't even based on reality.

There's a link under the link to the before Photoshop and after Photoshop of Faith Hill on the cover of Redbook which makes me feel much better about myself.

More linkage...

Opinionista has another hard-look-at-reality post today, this one about "codependence." While the use of the term doesn't seem to be as extensive in the dating scene here in the Southern part of the country the theory behind it certainly has. (Warning for the sensitive, Melissa did drop a couple of f*bombs here and there in this particular blog.) Seriously, though, just where does one draw the line? And at what point(s) in a relationship is it acceptable for said line to move?

new links

I changed my links. What used to be my "Fabulous" section is now labeled "Voyeurism" and is a list of the various blogs not belonging to friends of mine that I keep up with regularly. I'm also bored with the template and starting to tweak it. I haven't decided whether major changes are in order or not yet, but with a long holiday weekend ahead this is a great way to procrastinate on the things that I ought to do instead of playing with my blog.