Charlie bit my finger.

Little kids are awesome...

sometimes. Only when they do hilarious things on YouTube. This is my new favorite video.

Here's to you, Ugg boot girl.

You know who you are.

You're prancing around campus in your mini skirt, your big fluffy coat and your $140 Ugg boots. After all, who cares if it's 25 degrees outside when you're so smoking hot? You're turning heads all around while those un-trendy losers who wear pants just stare at you with deep envy. It may be freezing outside, but that doesn't stop you! You're rough, you're tough and you will stop at absolutely nothing to make sure that your butt is hanging out for all the world to see, even in the dead of winter. You're ready to conquer the frozen tundra. When you get hypothermia, big deal! You'll be the most stylish person in the emergency room. You go, Ugg boot girl.

A Letter from a 'Typical White Person' (& California is nice.)

Dear Barack Obama,

I really think you should just stop talking. We already know that everyone with whom you are associated hates America, but the more your campaign pulls out the race card, the more I want to pull my hair out. First of all, you're not even black. You're not white either. You're technically both. Secondly, referring to your grandmother as a "typical white person" who is afraid of black people would be like my referring to O.J. Simpson as a "typical black person" who steals stuff. YOU CAN'T USE A STEREOTYPE TO ARGUE AGAINST A STEREOTYPE. It just doesn't work. I don't care if you're black, white, yellow or purple, stop making color an issue. And you might want to inform all your racist friends and your America-hating wife that they aren't helping your cause. But if you want to continue digging yourself a hole, go for it. We Republican voters appreciate your help.  

Love, Amber

On a completely unrelated note, I had temporarily abandoned my blogging duties because 

I went to California for Spring Break to visit my boyfriend who is stationed at Camp Pendleton. It was wonderful seeing him for the first time in almost three months, but leaving him never gets any easier. Now I have to hope that I get the time (and money!) this summer to go visit him again. I think I may go crazy before this is all over. But the vacation was great, and California is beautiful (with the exception of the ridiculously high gas prices). I can't wait to go back. Here we are Monday night at sunset on the pier in Oceanside. Experiences like this make me wish I could make time stand still. Most of the time, though, I'm searching for the fast forward button. I always want to fast forward to a time when I'm finished with college and I don't have to be 2225 miles away from him anymore. But I guess that's the mindset I chose when I decided to be a Marine Corps girlfriend. Sometimes I worry, though, that I'm fast forwarding through life.

Harvard gym policy is going too far

    The Harvard fitness facility will be closed to men for six hours a week in order to accommodate six Muslim women who feel uncomfortable working out in front of men. Here is a link to an Associated Press story regarding the issue.
    This whole situation bothers me greatly. I understand that Muslim women are not supposed to reveal their hair to men who are not related to them, and I try to respect different cultures no matter how much they baffle me. While I am sympathetic to these women, however, I don’t think it is fair to allow them special privileges.
    The question becomes: Where do we draw the line? If these six women convinced the gym to change its policies, then other groups are bound to attempt it as well. Who, then, is to say that African-Americans (or other minorities) can’t have special hours granted to them in the gym because they don’t feel comfortable working out in front of white people? Or overweight people who feel intimidated by thin people shouldn’t have their own time slot? Or women who are tired of men staring at them while they work out shouldn’t have the right to run on the treadmill and lift weights in peace?
    I know plenty of people who don’t work out in public simply because they dislike the gym atmosphere and do not like to be around others while they’re trying to get into shape. I also know that there is little I hate more than when a marathon runner laps me twice while I’m huffing and puffing through my daily running routine. But, the fact is, no one is going to close the gym for me. Or for African-Americans or for the overweight people or for anyone else who would love to have special privileges. But, according to Harvard’s logic, maybe they should. In fact, maybe we should just segregate fitness complexes altogether so that only certain groups are allowed at certain times. It’ll be fun. It’ll be just like before the Civil Rights Movement, except with more factions.
    Bad idea? Yes, I think so, too. But, hey, I don’t go to Harvard. Maybe a better idea is just to designate a small women-only room. These women could also, of course go to a women’s gym, such as Curves or Newladies Fitness.
    In any event, I think Norris, my political science teacher, summed up this situation best when he said, “It embarrasses me that I can only bench press 85 pounds. I’m going to have all females kicked out while I’m in there so that I don’t feel like such a wuss.” Amen, Norris.

Male Strippers and Triple-Wide Trailers (in no particular order)

Today, ladies and gentlemen, is not a slow day in news. Lucky for you, I have picked out the most important events of the day so that you will be in the know.

Mike Huckabee dropped out of the presidential race. Of course, no one is surprised, and many people are wondering why the heck he didn't drop out earlier. I still can't help but be saddened by this news. I actually had planned on voting for him. Not only because I agree with him on virtually every issue he's ever discussed, but also because Mike is such a ridiculously cool guy. The man plays the guitar in a rock band. When he was Governor of Arkansas, he lived in a trailer for a year. The trailer sat in the backyard of the Governor's Mansion while the mansion underwent renovation. Name me another high-ranking politician who would voluntarily live in a backyard trailer. Chuck Norris endorsed him. Need I continue? Shame on you, all those states who didn't vote for Huckabee. You just missed your shot at Chuck-Norris-hosted trailer keggers on the White House lawn. But, on a serious note, I really am bummed that the primaries turned out this way. Mike for VP!

Brett Favre has finally decided to retire. I will miss him significantly less than I will miss Mike Huckabee. I'm not trying to insult Favre because I'm sure he is a good guy. I am also sure that he only played last season so that he could break Dan Marino's records. As an avid fan of Marino and the Miami Dolphins, I have one thing to say to you, Brett Favre: Thanks for breaking my heart, old man. You should have retired two years ago.

And last, but certainly not least, David Hernandez of "American Idol" is a male stripper. Suddenly the leotard comment last week makes perfect sense to me. I am so amused by this news. It bothered me, however, that there was talk of dropping him from the competition because of his previous job. Hello, everyone, stripping is not illegal. The man needed to make a living, and if shaking his tush pays the bills, then so be it. Or he could have just applied at Wendy's. Either way, he is staying in the competition, and I really hope Simon makes a snide comment about this after his next performance.