The Grrl with the Broken Smile... wait wait... it's fixed! It's Fixed!

Confession: I am truly, madly, deeply obsessed with the Desperate Housewives. If you think about it... there is so much truth to what these woman do, how they act. Perhaps it's the extreme, but there's a lot of each of us in those women. And really... they are just people at the end of the day, eh?

So I was watching my TV boyfriend, Charlie Gibson, on Good Morning America this morning. Dang he's cute for an old-guy. Anyways, Diane Sawyer intereviewed the DH's last night on Prime Time Live! with even more Terri Hatcher coverage today. Something that T.H. said rang so true to me. She mentioned that when she was dating in high school, when she got married, during her divorce... she wanted to be with men because she was looking to fill a void in her life. She was broken because of rejection and because life is just so damn hard. But... she was going on about how she hadn't had sex in months. I can totally identify -- but now it does not matter, because as women...we have to be enough for ourselves.

And I am enough.

When my little daughter is born, and I finally get to meet her (someone else will have to give birth to her... but she's still my little tiny angel-baby)... the first thing I will tell her is that she is enough, all on her own. She can like boys... she can date them and even marry them one day. But not because she can't figure a way out -- instead, because she wants to add to her happy and full life by creating a partnership with someone she really loves.

Another Obsession Confession:
Fine stationery. I've been checking it out for two days now. The fancy stuff you use for announcements, the kind with lined envelopes, the ones with your first name on the front of the card. Those are such the coolest. I have some unpersonalized stuff... and I spent a few months last year trying to learn calligraphy. My dear twin, Jayleigh, is an expert at calligraphic dextrousity. I however, am not.

So the one site I was checking out let you put in your own words and such, and it would show you what the stationery (birth, wedding announcements) looked like. You know what I did... so shut up and leave me alone. And check it out for yourself here.

Pout.