Where are we?
We're back, sort of. Last week the family headed to lovely Cannon Beach with Judybat's mom, her sister, the brother-in-law and their three kids. Then, as a special birthday present for me this weekend, they all went home.That was a joke. Judybat's family is my family, only they don't stress me out anywhere near as much as the people I'm actually connected to by blood. But the week's festitivies, which included lots of sand castle construction, too much fried food, a box of fudge consumed entirely by one pregnant person and not enough sleep, have left us both feeling a little less than communicative. So pardon the radio silence while we regroup.
Meanwhile, some topics to discuss, if you're so inclined:
* How shameful was the media's early coverage of this crazy John Mark Karr guy?
* Are the Red Sox done? If so, how shall we celebrate?
* Is anyone else impressed that I went on a 16-mile bike ride with the family Saturday at seven months pregnant?
* Is a pregnant lady justified in demanding temporary installation of cable TV when she hits her eighth month?
* Are boxer-briefs "yucky," as TheBoy declared when he received two pairs as a gift this weekend, or is he just being persnickety?
* Will our discovery of the first season of "Weeds" on DVD and the promise of more to come make up for the fact that "Deadwood" died an early death? (A related question: Is the fact that I could not stand Mary-Louise Parker on "The West Wing" but find her to be quite the hottie on 'Weeds" a sign that I've grown, that my hormones are running amuck or that this is just a better role for her talents?)
* How lame is it that, to celebrate my birthday, we got a babysitter, went out to dinner and then found ourselves struggling to fill the 90 minutes left between when TheBoy would go to sleep and when we could justify going home and going to sleep?
For the record: We had a banana split. Then we went to Safeway to buy eggs. Party on!
posted by AnnaRay at 4:42 PM
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The eggs were to make challa French toast (freedom toast?) for breakfast the next morning. That's kind of a party.
The eigth month cable need is a well documented phenomenon among the pregnantly inclined, or so I've read.
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Dude, you NEED cable. Even if you don't watch it you need it in case you feel like you need to see the Fox Soccer Channel or to watch re-runs of This Old House Classics. That JonBenet guy (John Mark Carr)is someone I could have told you last week is just a loony looking for a discount sex change and he is pitiful and clearly a person in need of help. The media must be having a slow news day. God knows the War gets depressing after three years of "another IED killed a bunch more people today in Baghdad." Nothing like resurrecting a murdered child to remedy the tedium. I think your bike ride is fantastic and you were TOTALLY justified in consuming a great deal of fudge. Hell, you can't drink wine so you better eat fudge.
I can attest that it takes years to get used to boxer-briefs...and that's as an adult. For a first-timer, I'd say the opinion of "yucky" is quite open-minded.
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And yeah, the Red Sox are done.
hmmm.. what's a classy way to celebrate... send Papi a pacemaker?
/nice handbasket I have here...
Start feeling stressed. Your "blood" is coming soon. Mom
Jake use to wear boxers because Daddy did. Now that Daddy wears different underwear, Jake doesn't like them. Until a few months ago, he still had a few pair leftover that fit and wore them only if he ran out of clean "real" underwear and then complained. He now tries to "free ball" which I hate but Dad condons. Becca, on the other hand, loves boxers and has even scored a pair of Scooby Doo underwear from her friend Mikey. I have since given all of Jakes boxers to Becca who will wear them to sleep in, if her Dora nightgowen is dirty.
Good God, what kind of parents are you people? The correct term for Jacob's behavior is "going commando." Teach your children well.
Its "Free-ball-ing". Hear Tom Petty in the background? You got it.
Yes, dually impressed about the pregnant lady on a bike.
Lieberman is an asshole, now he's a Republican asshole.
What do we wear if we can't free-ball if we aren't wearing boxer-breifs?
Who the hell is John Mark Karr?
Can't comment on the Red Sox as we all know how I feel about Baseball and golf.
Get cable, it's not selling out to the dark side and we can discuss current (entertainment) events while they are actually current. Example:
Mary-Louise Parker is in fact hot, in anything, and can actually act, a plus. If you had cable, you would have seen her in "Angels In America". A fine performance. Since I have never seen The West Wing, well, I just found out while reading a blog that she was in it. Who Knew?
On the birthday dinner and the empty space without "the boy". I can relate to that one. This house full of knuckleheads gives my life so much singular purpose that I almost forget how to have fun without them. Almost. But 2 hours at a restaurant has become such a feeling of wasted time I simply do not enjoy it anymore. So I turn to movies. Pure escapism.
Black boxer briefs in the new wicking materials are completely awesome. I've been buying the Target brand and the Champion brand and I'm never going back to white cotton briefs. NEVVER.
Who would have thought a blog about two lesbians would provoke such heated debate about men's underwear? I mean, I like boxers as much as the next dyke, but really ...
We rented Angels in America, and I think both of us really enjoyed it. (Notice the "I think." That was like, what, at least a year ago, and my mommy brain memory doesn't quite stretch that far.)
Isn't it called "going Navajo?"
whatever you want to call it, goin' free-nava-mando is only acceptable when there is to be little exertion and no jeans.
on a related note, what in the sam hill is up with the boxer-brief? i find it hard to imagine a reason for these existing that doesn't involve a salacious ad campaign.
i dunno. they seem like they'd be mightly comfortable to me. in fact, i warned theboy last night that if he doesn't want his new tow mater and lightning mcqueen undies, i'll wear them. he told me to go right ahead.
Speaking of Deadwood, what about those "encounters" between Calamity Jane and Joanie Stubbs? Yowza! Robin Weigert is super hot in real life.
That's a fine boy who would share his undies with mama.
As for the point of boxer briefs, some theories:
1. The point of underwear is to have an "anti-chafing" layer between you and your pants. Boxers provide more of this.
2. Briefs, by their snugness,prevent too much shaking-round of the goods.
3. The tradeoffs between the two have included:
a. briefs don't provide as much anti-chafing square footage.
b. boxers don't provide any anti-shaking and sometimes (ironically, really) bunch up and (i) become uncomfortable while (ii) losing their surface-area advantage.
4. In additon, I would mention that I think white briefs look silly on almost any mostly-naked man. Colored briefs look differently silly.
5. Thus the joy of black boxer briefs. They look good and they work well. And you might even win the Tour de France.
Fin
Somewhere in this world, there is an institution of higher learning that would grant you a graduate degree for that underwear dissertation.
So boxer-briefs make sense, right?
(This is cableless me avoiding Deadwood Season 3 spoilers. La, la, la.)
But is said institution accredited?
Yep, boxer briefs rock.
By coincidence I had to talk about underwear with my best friend this evening. He was freeballing by accident because he had forgotten to bring a pair of undershorts for putting on after his morning swim (he drives to the pool with his swim trunks on beneath his trousers). You'll meet him this weekend at the wedding :-)
Do I need to impose a moratorium on the phrase "freeballing" and its many variations?
Yes. You do. :)
I am still not jumping on the boxer-brief bandwagon.
Whereas the points made in the above thesis are all correct, I believe these to be theoretical truths and it is my contention that there is a disconnect between the theoretical truthiness of the above statements and real world applications involving the boxer-brief.
I would as well like to declare my belief that there is a difference between boxers made of a relatively stretchy fabric and the boxer brief which generally includes under-carriage support.
More research needs to be conducted to determine how it is that the above mentioned under-cariage support reduces the wearability of what would otherwise be a decent set of undershorts, however at this time I have found no evidence of improved comfort over its predecessors.
Additionally, boxer shorts are more fogiving for those of us with a little bacon love around the middle and frankly this researcher could use all the help he can get.
I would like to conclude by pointing out that the first comment on this thread had to do with eggs, and yet it seems the thread has turned to a discussion on juevos - it's like, you know, rain on your wedding day.
I'm making this official: "Freeball" is out.
However, feel free to use the phrase, "a little bacon love" whenever and wherever you deem it appropriate.
Perhaps expectedly and appropriately, mine is a somewhat absent perspective on this, so I'll check in now with my (professional?) opinion...
Watching a guy (even one you're madly in love with, of course) stuff his big old-man-looking boxers into a much-narrower-pant-legged pair of jeans/other pants in the morning is just really unpleasant. I just don't like picturing all that bunching under there. And as has been noted, briefs are not even an option, so the boxer brief has my vote. The butt looks cute in them. I prefer heather gray as a mid-ground between momma's-boy white and slightly-suspect black.
I also like the knit boxer, as Cynicali I believe has mentioned. Much less icky-old-man than a regular boxer, and the wearer seems to like them better than the boxer-brief.
God forbid, of course, there would be a similar dissertation on his preferences for my underthings. :)
And suddenly, we're back on the subject of Judybat's new thong!
We are? Maybe that's just wishful thinking on your part, Luv. Or maybe you're employing that child-of-divorce tactic tof changing the subject when things get uncomfortable - which, ironically enough, is exactly where a discussion of thongs would take us. (Though I do find it comforting to know that I no longer sport panty lines.)
All I know is, there's no little bacon love in your thong, dear.
oooh oooh oooh i think i made a catch phrase!
and yeah, lissajean, the knit boxer is where i'm at. good call.
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I vote for the return of the Union Suit or perhaps Temple Garments.
Well, it seems that many have hit upon the reson that the evil and seemingly needless boxer-breif exists, which is to accomodate Levis. The looser dungaree styles of late such as my prized Carhartt jeans accomodate boxers well.
And clearly the free-***-ing thing is bedded down, so I am now calling them buddies. And my current tactic for freeing up the buddies is at Utlikilt.com. I just ordered one and consequently have Jake P-O'ed because they do not come in his size. They are considering a childs version, so we will have to see. But it is considered bad form to not let the buddies have their way in a kilt.
There is a Utilikilt store less than a mile from where I live. I have been thinking about checking them out.
the better half is dying to get me in a kilt but I'm not yet fully convinced.
plusses - i have nice legs and they seem like they would be remarkably airy
minuses - as nice as my legs are, that may be a little too close to the naked-nightmares of my youth.
Nice to know you'll be prepared the next time you come to Portland, the city of men in skirts.
They have stores?
Nice to know I will have place to wear the goods and not have to defend my honor at every turn. I am fairly certain there is a reason why a Sgian Dubh (skeen doo) is tucked neatly in the hose of each Scot in a Kilt.
They do. I pass the Seattle store when I drive in to work, and those are some rugged-looking dudes. Utilikilts are extremely sturdy and well-made...and hence, not cheap. They're pretty long, too, so an accidental lapse in modesty is unlikely.
Do the Scots really not wear underwear underneath them? Or did I just get that from bad TV?
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