Now for something, well, different...

It should go without saying but I am going to say it anyway. Long time, no blog. My schooling and I never were the best of friends and I have yet to perfect the fine art of both doing well in school and having a social life. Early morning work hours don't help much either.

Anyway,

A few weeks ago I was finally able to enjoy a night out with the best people I know; my boys. This is in no way a reference to My Boys, which two of you may have seen. (I count myself as 50% of that estimate.) No, my boys are a trifecta of people I keep at close hand, consisting the Jew, the Gymnast, and the Jack

Not this Jack 

This Jack

 

It is a rare moment indeed when I get to see all of them in the same room but I swear snowflake pigs flew in hell the other day because I was allowed by the grace of Yahweh to not only see them, but spend a prolonged period of time with them sans girlfriends! (Do not read this a my dislike of their female halves, I love their girlfriends, but you know...)

I stand out in the rat pack for two reasons; I am female, and I am single. It puts and interesting slant on things. I tend to be the one pointing out all the attractive young men and they all get to chime in. Most of the time the comments never stray far from, "Go get it!" Of course, much debauchery ensued. It was after a few of these moments that one of my boys (the Jack)pointed out that all of the men I was pointing out...looked the same. In fact, it was declared that I had the most specific taste in men than any woman that he had ever known.

Sigh.

I will be the first to admit that whom I am attracted to doesn't exactly vary. Beard. Check. Boyish pudge. Check. Lumberjack like appearence. Check aaaand check. Zack Galifinakis is one of the most attractive men in the world. 

(So was this guy...

before he slimmed up and shaved his face.) 

I can safely say I have no idea where this infatuation came from. I didn't even know who Paul Bunyan was until I was in my mid-teens. And I live in Nebraska, we don't even have trees. (We are, however the birth place of Arbor Day.)

I guess what I am getting at here is that, given my track record, maybe I should diversify my bonds a little bit. You know, think outside of the beard.

I'll let you know how this goes.

Kaera