Remembering things is hard.

From this point forward, I’m going to be living with an asterisk over my head to remind me and everyone else that you’re going to have to remind me again.

I have opinions on things, and it’s my lack of forethought that gets me into situations where I have to back-peddle on how I’ve voiced those opinions.

I hear you thinking, “We want details, Pangie. No more of this ‘speaking in generalities’ shit. What the crap are you talking about, specifically?”

To make a potentially longer story shorter, this is not an essay only about Tebow or football or politics or religion. I’m using this particular example as a way to explain what I’m talking about.

I read an article by Rick Reilly about how Tim Tebow is a happy-go-lucky, Bible-thumping philanthropist, and because of this, he’s a good guy. I agree. Tebow is a good guy for all the philanthropisting he does for people in need.

However.

Tebow is an out and proud supporter of Focus on the Family. THOSE people who campaign against the rights of all people. THAT group of extremists that paid a crap-ton of money for advertising time during the 2011 Super Bowl to spread their anti-choice message in which Tim Tebow and his mom starred.

When I was professing my newly-grown Teboner on Twitter and Facebook yesterday, I forgot about the gays and my convictions.

I know.

My friend, Heather, thankfully brought me back down from my stupidity and reminded me that Tebow isn’t my new favorite person. He’s far from it.

That’s when I asked myself, “Self, can you respect someone with diametrically different beliefs as your own when those beliefs are ones for which you feel so strongly? Can someone be both respected for the good that they do, yet be criticized for the hurtful message they spread?”

My inability to readily recall all the facts about a person has finally come around to bite me in my ass. I actually forgot that Tebow was anti-gay.

I need an asterisk.

I need a reminder to be reminded of the details before I comment on things.

I need you people to remind me when I say something stupid that is the opposite of what I’ve said before or what I believe in.

I know, it’s dumb. But it’s true.

Thank you, Heather, for the reminder that Gay is OK and just because someone does something very good for someone else, it does not mean I should support them.

Feel free to remind me when I need a reminder again. I’m sure it will happen more than once more.

Please refer to my asterisk.

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This is your warning that you may have to do simple math in your head.

I equal slightly more than 2 obese alimartells.

In no shame to her, my pocket pal, alimartell, wrote about being fat-pinch measured as “obese” in all of her 104 pounds. I don’t care what the arbitrary charts and medical field jargon say about what is obese, what is normal, and what is underweight.

When an adult woman is roughly the size Justin Bieber, she is not obese.

I can basically nom on an alimartell and not need a post-dinner nap.

I fit more on my plate at the Churrascaria* than what alimartell weighs.

The medical and health professionals can spout all the fat-to-body mass ratios they want, but if you can use the word “obese” do describe both mine and alimartell’s body conditions, there’s something wrong with the definition.

*If you are unfamiliar with a Churrascaria, it’s basically 1/2 massive buffet of deliciousness and 1/2 handsome Brazilian men walking around slicing off varieties of all-you-can-eat meat onto your plate. From here is where the term “Meat Sweats” was coined.

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We’ve already established that I’m a giver.

When trollers and skeeves send rude, poorly-written emails, I do them the favor of correcting their grammar. It’s a service I’m proud to provide.

When my friends need something, I’m there for them.

One of the best people I’ve ever known (and will continue to know, especially after this gift) through the magical internet is Momo Fali. Though that’s not her God-given name, it’s how she’s known by me and the collective. Or if your name is Ree, you know her by your given name for her: Meemo Ferly, Mommo Farts, Merlin Ferlin, etc.

Momo is crazy Awesome.

Mishi, Momo, & Me meeting for the first time at BlogHer '09 and instantly falling in love.

In the words of the great wordsmith, Amy Turn Sharp,

I need your light. You produce a ton. Shine it. xo

Momo has that light from which I feed.

OK, not literally feed from her light like a suckling pig from a teat, but Momo’s infectious goodness permeates.

OK OK, now it sounds like she has some kind of unpronounceable skin disease, of which I can neither confirm nor deny.

My point: Momo, or Diane as very few people know her, is one of my most favorite people ever.

Momo is going through a crappy time, and through that crappy time, she’s finding the light. In her words, the light on which she is focusing through this crappy time:

I (wish) was in Fiji with a raft and a fancy drink and I would see my muse walking toward me on the beach with a Macbook in hand.

I can’t yet fund a trip to Fiji for you, complete with a (what I would consider a fine-looking man meat) muse.

But I do have time to search for photos of an equivalent substitute.

Momo, this is what I do for you:

You, friend, are welcome.

I love you dearly, and most especially Woundy, your arrow-fight battle scar.

image copyright Rob Lang

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I kind of have the best job on the internet, where “job” means “self-created activities that may or may not pay actual significant money at some point.”

Getting to scour the internet looking for the most jaw-dropping images to share with you friends? Awesome.

This week I was tasked with finding the best tacky Christmas/ Hanukkah/ General Holiday decór available on the nets to post on Curvy Girl Guide.

I love my job.

You friends were kind enough to send me some of the best of the worst when I put out the all-call for ideas.

I love you, internet friends.

My friend, Casey, sent me some pictures (that he forced his boyfriend to pull over and take, possibly risking his life) of a house in his snowy neighborhood who goes WAY over the top in their front yard.

I mean. Seriously. One Santa just isn’t enough, apparently.

Rows and rows of Christmas.

These people are clearly high on candy cane fumes.

Check out the rest of the best tacky holiday decorations on Curvy Girl Guide! Because where else will you see a glittery merman ornament and an inflatable Santa using an outhouse?

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I have this friend who loves Jacob Black slash Taylor Lautner with the power of 1000 suns. She’s a teacher, a lover of the NY Rangers and NY Yankees, and a cat lover.

It’s not the Jacob blanket or Jacob hoodie or Jacob real-sized cutout she has in her closet that gives her away as a crazyfan. It’s the Jacob doll she sleeps next to every night.

So when she left her beloved Jacob doll in my car after we went to see Breaking Dawn Part 1 along with the Jacob doll, Patrick took it upon himself to make an introduction.

Jacob, meet Justin.

TRU LUV 4 EVA

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Patrick’s BFF got married this past weekend.

The groomsmen were all very dapper in their seersucker suits and matching bowties.

Patrick looked especially dapper with his freshly shorn hair. BACK OFF, BITCHES.

Look how dignified they all look up there for the ceremony! A good looking group of mens, I must say.

The couple’s first dance was lovely and loving.

Such a good looking pair of dapper men!

Sangria and Rum Punch was served with straws in Mason Jars at the lakeside wedding.

Just be warned that when you serve Rum Punch by the Mason Jar-full, dance moves like this end up happening:

This is the photo Patrick snapped and has aptly named, “Custody and Palimony.”

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Having friends who A) appreciate my humor, and 2) encourage its perpetuation, are the best kinds of friends to have.

"Did you run at Disney this morning? j/k"

"Or you know me because I have slept in bed with you."

Her: "And I'm pregnant." Me: "WOW! Who's the daddy?"

 If you’re not already, you need to be following my oh-so-hilarious antics on The Twitter and on The Facebook. And reading We Know Awesome. And Awesome Gift Ideas. And following @WeKnowAwesome. 

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I try to do my best to take my own advice, but unlike most times, I’m actually doing it today.

Yesterday’s post was all about teaching the world to be a better place for you and me. Or some other Michael Jackson/We Are The World lyric. Or buying the world a Coke. Or creeping you out with a visual of Michael Jackson and Lisa Marie Presley having relations just because I feel like it.

Today I feel like walking the mother effing walk and humping a leg or 10.

You people, or if you didn’t comment on yesterday’s post, those other people who are clearly more Awesome than you, left me links to some other amazing blogs I hadn’t yet read. Sweet Jeesus, are they good ones to know.

If you’re like me, and really, you should be, you tend to skim over or completely not read the comments in other people’s posts. Yes, I am admitting I don’t read the comments in other people’s blog posts. It makes me super jealous. Judge me if you will. Or I can just lie and tell you that I do read the comments, take them to heart, and live by the words of other’s comments. Believe whichever story you want.

So today I’m doing you a favor and I’m posting links to the blogs that were shared with me so you don’t have to go back into the comments and fish out the links.

I’m a good friend to you people. You can pay me back with compliments.

Sharing is virtual humping:

Hamlet’s Mistress pointed me in the direction of Kid-Free Living. I may owe her my entire savings of $5.23 for sharing Amy’s blog with me. Bitch is funny.

Lisa @ Oh Boy, Oh Boy, Oh Boy wrote an open letter to the Obamas about limited school lunch time. You people know how I feel about public school and how kids are getting the shaft. Lisa brings up a whole new point to make.

Meredith has a progeny and his blog, World’s Last Single Guy is like hers, only with more penis and less vagina. Who doesn’t want that?

Because I love them:

shaunaglenn may have been a life-long masturbator.

Today is minky {moo}‘s birthday! Her birthday is almost as Awesome as mine, but not quite. At least her birthday is in September, too.

I’m just starting to read Amber, and now I wanna know why she’s been hiding from me. This girl is just like me, just with more scientist jargon up in her brain.

Speaking of Meredith, don’t marry her then piss her off. She’ll write you an open letter about how you’ve done her wrong.

Sadly, one of our own lost her son last week in a freak accident. Anna’s eulogy to her son, Jack (who just happens to sounds just like my Anna), is heart-breaking. I wanted to share because her words deserve to be read: An Inch of Gray

Please, go forth and read.  

If you have more new finds or old friends to share, leave a link in the comments because I wanna read them. Yes, really.

disturbing Michael Jackson/Lisa Marie Presley image via people.com

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One of my favorite things about having friends who live on the internet is finding out that they’re crazy-Awesome and do amazing things in real life. Unlike myself, I don’t have another life to live where people learn I’m a mover and a shaker and help shape the path of our country. I just happen to know these people in my circle of friends online.

I’ll admit, before Heather Barmore started writing for Curvy Girl Guide, I didn’t know her or who she was. Shameful, I know, but these things happen. I found out just recently that she’s a powerhouse Washington DC lobbyist who’s all smart and shit about politics. I’m sure she has to be a very professional person when she’s being all political in the presence of all those mucky mucks I see on Sunday morning TV.

So meeting Heather in person was kind of a cool thing for me. Yes, I may work with her at Curvy Girl, but I can still be a fan-girl, admiring from afar.

Saturday morning during BlogHer ’11 in San Diego, the Curvy Girl writers who were in town and available, met up for breakfast at Richard Walker’s Pancake House. Not only did we get to eat pancakes the size of our asses (see >>>), but we introduced Heather to Meredith’s blog, Life’s Crazy Joke. Fortunately for the rest of us, Heather hadn’t yet discovered Mere’s ability to make your mouth fall open in disbelief while reading her blog posts. Being the giver than Heather Spohr is, she used her phone to pull up Meredith’s post that includes a water park, her inability to insert tampons, and wearing pads in the pool, and handed it over to Heather B to read.

Unfortunately for the rest of the world, I didn’t catch Heather B’s reaction in time to get it on video, but I have this image that pretty much sums up her reaction to reading Meredith for the first time:

When Heather wasn’t left speechless and dumbfounded, she said things like, “She writes for US (Curvy Girl Guide)?” and “How can she…?” and “Are you serious?” and “I’m just…” while the rest of us at the table died laughing out loud.

Because watching someone who is regularly in the presence of the people who shape the future of our nation read one of the most personal, hilarious, sensational stories ever written, is now crossed off of my Shit To Do List.

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If liking compliments is wrong, I don’t want to be right.

I also don’t want to be right if “right” means “eating only in moderation.”

Fishing for people to say how awesome I am is not only disingenuous, it leaves an icky taste in my mouth. When a person I know or don’t know tells me something nice about myself of something I do, it lifts me up, much like Oprah does to Gayle’s career.

I was out last night with some friends and people from my high school, and someone I barely know now and hardly knew then told me that she loved my hair and wanted me to take it off my head and give it to her. As macabre as that sounds when you read it, I felt so good that someone other than my mom liked my hair. I had done something right in that moment and made my hair look good enough to rip from my scalp and transplant to another person’s head. That little nugget of niceness gave me warm fuzzies.

Today on Facebook, I was left a note by Erin that said she wanted to be friends on Facebook because she loved reading my blog. Even if my dad may criticize me and doesn’t understand why I spend my time on the lappytop, I have friendlies on the internet who know what it takes to put forth time and energy into being “me” and “us” online.

At the impromptu mini high school reunion last night, I was “the famous blogger” even if I’m not really famous. They knew me as my current self as a Professional Blogger and Online Persona. Because none of them has a money-making blog, anyone like me who does have a blog or 5 is “famous.” I don’t mind being referred to as “the famous blogger” even if I’m not famous outside of my Online Persona, but it does feel good to be recognized for what I spend my time doing.

Mentally compiling this Love Fest List of Love made me realize that I need to give out compliments just as much, if not more, than I receive them. Now that we’re all used to Oprah being off the air, we need some more ways to spread feel-good lovins.

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