You Kids With Your Fancy Camera Phones

I'm sort of jealous of the younger set, with their fancy camera phones. Digitally photographing, if not video-taping, every single gathering and posting it on Facebook for all to see and comment on.

Back in my hey-day, you were lucky if one person thought to bring their camera. With a roll of either 12- or 24-exposure film.

And if that person made it to CVS within six months to develop said roll of film, you were even luckier. But only if it occurred to him or her to show you the pictures after they got them developed. Then and only then did you get to see an out-take of the event. The rest is up to your memory.

Maybe your friend got "doubles" and gave you a few pictures from your night out. So now you have a few shots of you and your friends huddled, shoulder to shoulder, with big smiles. With only 24 exposures, candid shots were few and far between.

The entire decade of my 20s is memorialized by a few blurry photos of groups of people posing for the camera.

And the older I get the more fun memories are slipping away. If only I'd had a camera phone, I could have snapped a few dozen candid shots. Then I could scroll through them every so often to "remember the good times".

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

I watched the wedding. I had to. I couldn't let my readers, who wouldn't be caught dead watching this stuff, down. Admit it, you want details.

First, a singer I'd never heard of named Jason Castro (from American Idol, the one reality show I don't watch) sang "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" while Molly walked down the aisle. I know what you're thinking, cheesy. But it wasn't. Take a look at the lyrics, they're actually very touching.

Ok, then it starts pouring rain just as the ceremony begins. Evidently there were hundreds of giant transparent umbrellas on hand for the guests, but no canopy or tent could be found to shield the bride and groom from the elements. Sopping wet, they read poetry and their own vows to each other as the wind blew and the rain poured.

The kicker. A real rainbow appeared in the sky behind them. I am not joking. At least, I think it was real. Seems pretty coincidental.

Finally, at the reception, a husky-voiced Gavin DeGraw sang an acoustic version of Molly's favorite song, Follow Through as the couple kissed continually and sort of danced. I would have thought Gavin would be too cool for a gig like this, but hey, whatever floats your boat.

It was pretty good. And if you must know, I cried just a little bit. Twice.

Best Wishes Molly and Jason

I stopped just short of watching Molly and Jason tie the knot last night on national television. Ok, I did record it. But I have no intention of watching it.

I'm happy for them and all, glad they found each other. And I'll admit watching the whole thing play out was riveting.

I'm sure you have a life and stopped watching The Bachelor back in the 2002. But I'm sentimental, and I tend to hang onto the things I love for dear life. So I'm still watching.

If you ever grocery shop, you probably saw the magazine covers though so you probably know what I'm talking about.

A couple of seasons ago, in the most dramatic "After the Final Rose Ceremony" ever, contestant Jason Mesnick broke up with the girl he had picked and proposed to (Melissa Rycroft) right there on that couch on live TV. Then Chris Harrison called his #2 pick Molly on stage and Jason basically asked her to "go with him" right there.

And she said yes.

Because I don't know about you, but being publicly rejected and then asked out on national television with no advance notice is my idea of R-O-M-A-N-T-I-C.

That whole thing was good television I don't care what you say.

Oh, and if I am ever a contestant on The Bachelor, I would for sure just quit right before the end to make sure I either win or get picked as the next Bachelorette.

A Beard and a Mustache

My husband recently grew a beard and a mustache. I guess the cool word for it is a goatee, but to me it is a beard and a mustache.

Plus, since the actual definition of a goatee is "A small chin beard trimmed to a point; named for its resemblance to a goat's beard", I personally would rather have a beard and a mustache.

I associate mustaches with:
1. the 80s
2. Tom Selleck
3. that guy who starred in "the $6 million dollar man"
4. Burt Reynolds

I associate beards with:
1. Grizzly Adams
2. Santa Claus
3. the Unibomber
4. grandpas and other old men

While honestly, none of these associations make me want to rip my clothes off, I can't decide whether or not I like my husband's beard and mustache (I like saying "beard and mustache" as often as possible just to annoy John).

Here's a before and after picture. You tell me.

On top of everything else, it's not easy to kiss someone with facial hair.
Me:  "John, it sort of hurts to kiss you with that prickly beard and mustache."
John:  "I'm sorry Sweetie. Do you want me to shave it off? I will if you want me to."
Me:  "Only if you want me to kiss you."