My Honey was away last night and I found myself, as I often do when he is away for the night, vegging in front of the computer in an effort to stall the unpleasant inevitable: going to bed alone. After checking my email I perused the Yahoo! headlines and saw one regarding Kim Kardashian. I have heard that name before, and have also seen one Khloe Kardashian plastered on the front page of magazines in the checkout line at the grocery store. But I had no idea who either of them were. Who are they, I wondered, and why are they famous? I had time to kill as I was very interested in further procrastinating the chore of retiring for the night, alone. So I followed the link and read the article, then Googled a bit, and twenty minutes later I knew far more than anyone really needs to know about the “Dash”ing Kim, yet sadly much of America surely knows far more about her than I learned in my twenty minutes of mind-numbing internet surfing. Actually, I would have…should have…spent far less time trying to figure out why this girl is famous except that a fact in her biography caught my interest: she was born less than two weeks before I was, less than an hour from where I was was born. We both grew up in Southern California at the same time, we were the same age during the Rodney King Riots and the O.J. Simpson trial…and the Clinton years. This simple parallel intrigued me, and I wondered how our individual experiences differed and how we both ended up in our present circumstances at the age of 29…she rich and famous, and me…not.
And so I Googled and perused. And then, afterward, the thought occurred to me that I can never reclaim those lost twenty minutes of my life. What a waste. For those of you who, like me, before now knew nothing about Kim or why she and her family are famous, I will briefly enlighten you. She grew up wealthy and fairly well know in L.A., due largely to her lawyer father’s role in defending O.J. Simpson, but was “cut off” by her parents at 18 in order for her to develop work ethic. To acquire such “ethic” she made friends with famous socialites and sluts, such as Paris Hilton, and she herself in turn became a famous socialite and slut…with her very own internet sex tape and reality show! She even sounds almost as ditsy as Paris Hilton, but not quite. She progressed in her career by posing nude for Play Boy, opening a clothing boutique, DASH, which became an instant success with its star-studded clientele, and acquiring a “reality” T.V. show on E! (most of this was done in business partnership with her family, primarily her two sisters and her mother…but not the Play Boy Part, which she did alone). And she continued to garner attention from her dating escapades and her butt…yes, she may in fact be most famous for her voluptuous behind.
Wow. All that by the tender age of 29. I, in contrast, have neither fame nor fortune. I don’t have my own fashion line or my own T.V. show (as a side note, reality television is such a sad commentary on our culture). And I am most certainly NOT famous for my butt, thank Heaven. I have loved (and kissed) only one man, whom I married at the very young age of twenty (almost 21), and whom I have forged a blissfully happy and undying relationship with over the past eight plus years. I have borne three remarkably handsome, intelligent, delightful, and sometimes raucous boys who are an endless source of joy in my life, and who love me unconditionally. Sometimes life can seem a bit dull in the day in and day out routine of a stay-at-home wife and mother, but a tight squeeze from my Honey or a priceless smile or spontaneous “I love you, Mom,” from my boys always brings the bright luster of my life back into view. It’s not the luster of fame and money that Kim enjoys, but I KNOW that that luster would be truly dull and even empty inside for me, not to mention uncomfortable. I am nothing but relieved that no one can Google my name and find pictures of my butt or video of me being a total ditz (which I sometimes am, by the way, but I am glad that no one can Google to find evidence of it).
Although the actual time I spent learning about Kim, and her kind and kindred, seemed at first a total waste of time to me, I am now realizing that the reflection upon it has actually been very refreshing for me. I am now a little more grateful for the life that I have led and lead, and for the place I find myself at the age of 29.
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In somewhat related news, after all of the above, I stumbled upon this very captivating blog. I spent far more than twenty minutes reading old posts here and found it to be far more interesting than the above matter as well. This is a well written and well informed blog with an aim at preserving freedom, something near and dear to my heart. The time I spent here was time well spent. If I linked every post worth linking then nobody would follow any links, so I will link just one…and it is a very good one, so please DO follow the link and read 
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I’ve caught him playing with the eggs on numerous occasions now, and…pardon the pun…I have to walk on egg shells to get them away from him without upsetting him…so that none of the eggs get broken in the process. I’m just glad his hands are steady enough that he’s been able to remove the cartons from the refrigerator without dropping them, so far….
