Bitches is Crazy. First things first, John and I got married this weekend in what we like to refer to as The Debastardization of Owen Patrick McCall. That is right, we are having a boy of which we are very excited. I am a guy's girl, a true tomboy. I like getting dirty, I like sports, I even have a bug collection that I still like to show on occasion, so yes, and a boy for me is exciting. I can't wait to teach it order names for insects as well as why the Red Sox are the greatest baseball team ever and the New England Patriots the greatest football team. And yes, there will be a battle with John in this regard. Attached is a photo from the wedding (courtesy of my friend Amanda Clifford - whose website is linked to the right as madbproductions). Pregnancy hormones I thank you for the glowing skin.

Getting back to the title of this blog entry, evidenced by my tomboy aspects, girls and especially friendships with women have always been a bit of a mystery to me. In the sense, that I seem to apologize for things a lot, not understanding the delicate eccentricities of the female mind - which is quite shameful given my XX chromosomal status. But a fight yesterday with a friend, that has thankfully become resolved, brought up memories of another friend whose behavior was always a bit off kilter odd, but in an endearing and very appealing way.

The story: One day this girl and I were at our favorite bar, catching up as we saw each other about once every two months. It was just after the holidays. A few weeks back she had begun dating a friend of hers and professed her undying love and devotion so I was surprised to hear that things had quickly soured between the two - the reason being, his Christmas gift to her. Which was artistic and simple, but to her qualified a slap to the face as she had given him a few things, many of them expensive and thought filled. She went on and on about how awful his present was, and how amazing her gifts were. I never really could understand this, so I just sipped my drink and listened - which was becoming more and more our standard. So, they broke up. A few months later I was sitting across the table from this guy drinking Jack and Cokes, when he brought up the very situation. Basically stating he knew she broke up with him over the gift, even though she denied it. And how one day he came home to everything he ever gave her on his front porch. We both saw this as dramatic, but entirely in the nature of this girl. Now it was quite easy to see that he wanted me to fill in the blanks for him, which out of loyalty to her, I did not. But it was sorta heartbreaking to see in his eyes his love for her and his wanting a complete do-over. I have come to find out that the two are now together and married with a kid. Which is great. But I can't help to think about them when birthdays, anniversaries or holidays approach, and whether there is a pressure that he has to fulfill. A nervous sweaty brow as she opens his gifts, wondering if this will be okay and a fight will not be had. Just sorta makes me laugh in a way as it seems so polluted and tainted, but definitely confirms that bitches are indeed crazy.

Today is my 20th week of pregnancy, which means I have 20 more thrilling weeks left. Wish me luck. And I promise to post more, just have been a tad busy - with getting married to an incredible guy and finding out my baby is a boy and well, kicking total ass at fantasy baseball. Any guess as to my favorite? Priorities, I know.