"Saying there are too many children is like saying there are too many flowers."
Yeah??? Well I have allergies.
Seriously, I am so obsessed with the Duggar family. 17 freaking children? All with names starting with J's (oh yes, including "Jinger" - if they weren't so holy I would predict she would be a stripper, but as it is I think she might pop out 17 of her own). They live in a house they built by themselves on 20 acres of land - so that one day the kids can all build their own homes on the family property. Wowza. That's not that different from me, I suppose. I mean, if my dad built a guest house out by the pool, I am pretty sure I would move back to AZ and spend my days drinking margaritas and lounging in the sun. Um, but not with 16 siblings. Nope, just with the Murph (he likes swimming). Anyway, I have watched at least 3 documentaries about them - and not just once - over and over. I am mesmerized by this woman's uterine capabilities. If I ever meet these people, I might faint. I mean, not in the "swoon" fashion that will occur when I meet Ryan Adams, but in an "oh my God, they DO exist" fashion ala the X-mas commericals starring Santa and the M&Ms (don't act like you don't know what I am talking about). And you know what is nice? Thanks to this family I don't have to worry about my lack of child-bearing negatively impacting the population of the planet. Yay!
Oh, and, I have decided that I want to learn Spanish simply so that I can watch (um, and comprehend, because at the moment I just watch) the telenovelas. They look so damned good - they always have weird monsters and glittery outfits and women with big hair. I mean, what's not to love?? Exactly.
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Ramblings from a law school graduate in Chicago - and occasionally, from Murphy.
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You would swoon faint if Ryan Adams and you had an indepth discussion about the Duggar family.
In Spanish.
I'm not sure the world is ready for a meeting of that magnitude. I am sure I am not.
I don't think I could even come up with 17 names beginning with a 'J'. Well, obviously they couldn't either, hence calling one of them Jinger. How is that pronounced? Like 'Ginger' or like 'Singer'? And why do I care? But I do care - that is weird and spooky.
Anyway, back to having a coffee with Ryan and trying to figure out the best time for you guys to meet . . .
Oh, and I'd like to add that flowers don't make a fucking annoying noise banging a spoon incessantly on the table for 20 minutes while we're trying to eat a crappy brunch in a pub. Just saying . . .
Sorry for using the 'f' word - I'd never use that word if I was surrounded with flowers rather than children.
Yeah - the 17 names include a "Joy-Anna" and a "Johanna" and I mean really, that's pretty much the same name. And it is "Ginger" with a J, which in any other circumstance would totally be a stripper name.
How about Julie & Jewelie. Totally different yet completely the same.
I think you know my feelings on the intentional misspelling of traditional names just for shits and giggles. Ahem *Britney*.
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