It's About Time

This morning, this article was called to my attention.

I'm giddy like a schoolgirl because someone has finally taken notice of what I've sensed all along... Dr. Phil is a hack. I feel vindicated because I've always thought that:

1) Verbal abuse is not therapeutic.
2) Though a Texas accent makes him charming in a homegrown way, it does not necessarily make him an expert.
3) He has already broken several ethical codes and has moved into legal territory, of late, including practicing without a license (which was revoked nearly two decades ago).
4) But most importantly, lasting change is only made when a person recognizes, on his or her own over a period of self-discovery and learning, that there is a problem... not when he or she is assaulted by a crazy man on national television.

My Coveted Parts

This morning, I was at the gym. My iPod blasting and my brow sweating, I stretched my hamstrings and brought the funk to 24 Hour Fitness.

Suddenly, there was a tap on my shoulder. I looked around. Nobody. I continued stretching. Another tap. I looked again, and this time spotted a very small woman speaking silently up at me.

I held up my finger in the "one moment please" gesture as I wrestled to shut off my my iPod.

Me: Yes?
Small woman: (English was not her first language) How you get that butt?
Me: Pardon me?
Small woman: How you get that butt? (she gestures to her butt, then mine) I like and want to make that butt.

A-hem. I'm sorry; I don't do that in the gym. Then, it dawned on me that she was asking me how to make her butt as large and round as my own. A-ha!

I showed her some exercises I do that work those muscles. She, in turn, showed me, once again, her flat butt. I smiled and nodded. So did she. I smiled again. She stood there, staring and smiling, until eventually, I went back to stretching, and she wandered away.

It's a weird little moment in itself, but this is all on top of the fact that a woman at work, also small and foreign in the same way as the above-mentioned woman, keeps patting me on the butt and saying, "Oh, I like your butt! I want to have butt like that!"

I'm not quite sure what to make of this phenomenon. I'm scared to go to Chinatown alone.

Where Have I Been?

Turns out that David Beckham is a Dreamy McDreamerson.


Another hottie that flew under my radar until I saw Leatherheads. He's so great that even Bryan has a man crush on him.


I have got to pay more attention.

That said, I'll keep my own dreamboat, thanks.