Randomliciously long post

Geez, where to start with my swirling thoughts today? I had a whole post written in my head during church yesterday, but I only have foggy threads of it left now. I know, I know, not what I should be doing during church (and wait 'til you read WHAT I was thinking about!), but I can't help it, my brain is spazzy like that. If I am listening to a speaker, I am hard pressed to absorb the whole thing unless he is really riveting. I go to what Sam likes to call, That Place. See, I've been listening to speakers at least 3x a week since I was born. Add in the mandatory 5x a week chapels throughout Bible college, and you pretty much have speaker overload. Gah! Due to my systematic overexposure, I have to hear something very new and refreshing for it to push out all the other thoughts crowding my head, which, let's face it, are often far more interesting to me.

What was I thinking about during church?

Um, people. Couples. How mens' shirts go together. (What? I am staring at their backs for, like, an hour. My brain always goes there!)

Back to people/couples.

Sam and I have discussed this axiom at some length: men often have the advantage of ageing gracefully, becoming distinguished and mature with added years, while women bear the brunt of

*interrupted blogging*

My Dad has sunk into his smelly chair crunching on corn chips. As he has very few molars, this is an incredibly loud task done with front teeth. Soooo. Crunchy. I cannot take. Must leave room for solace of messy "living room" in garage. One day I will have my own house, my own house, my own house...

*interruption ovah*

...er, women bear the full brunt of the physical demands of family life. We have children. We stress. We worry. We are emotional. This all takes a toll. A little middle age flab on a guy? No prob. Wrinkles around his eyes and mouth? Sexy maturity. On women, however, flab and wrinkles just make us look, well, old. I seriously envy older women who have not had children, because they have a tremendous advantage in that they have not undergone the monumental changes that childbirth brings on a woman's body. And guys NEVER have to worry about this! Lucky bastards.

Hollywood has also played a huge hand in skewing our perceptions. They routinely put older guys with much, much younger women. This is to the point that when I see a 40-something man with his 40-something wife, it can look...wrong. So effed up! Case in point: Matthew Fox on Lost. On the show, his romantic interest, Kate, is played by Evangeline Lilly, who is a nubile 30. Fox is 43. Check out this photo of them, then contrast it with him & his RL wife:




See what I mean? 'Nuf said.

Anyway, I totally noticed this kind of phenomenon when we went to the zoo this past Friday. Everywhere we went, it was all perfectly aged, attractive guys toting around their poor wives who had not handled the whole kids/time/family burden thing nearly as well, physically. And this is why guys drop their wives after 20 years of marriage for some hot young thing, after the one with the GOOD STUFF has given him the best years of her life. Damn them! Guys suck. Don't know who exactly I'm mad at here, just ranting at life's injustices on the behalf of all females.

But, back to church. Besides the usual attractive man/life-worn woman couples, there were a few sitting around me yesterday that did NOT fit this mold. These couples, whom I sure will never read this blog, are just overall...smoking. I am so glad they are in the world for the rest of us to appreciate. I mean, hot guys, ridiculously hot wives. I want to cast them in romance novels. I want to take pics and make cheesy fanfic trailers. One couple in particular was sitting far too close to me on Sunday, and, just...they are too, too pretty. Too, too loving and cute. Please don't tell me that all couples have problems, because I only want to see them in this rosy glow. To be completely honest, I have to look away from the husband because it gives me lust problems. Like, smoldering, smiling eyes, full lips---LOOK AWAY, LEAH, LOOK AWAY!! Okay, I'm dropping that tangent!!

Just as a disclaimer: I am totally on the wives' side here, in case you couldn't tell. Also, I am not talking about anyone I can think of that I personally know; these are just observations of strangers around me. The march of time has not fully hit me yet (outside of childbirth), but I am aware that it is coming, and I'm...well, I'm just kind of pissed. :p~