Sometimes I wonder if people are offended by my avatar. It's rude to show someone the bottom of your foot in some cultures. I thought about changing it, and then I decided not to. It's a quick and easy read on who I am - martial artsy, and gauche enough not to change it. In much the same vein, some people are highly offended by the fact that I've chosen to have 4 children, but I've decided to keep them anyway. Abe Lincoln was right (and homeschooled/self-taught!)
My extremely talented sister (who, now that she has a man, no longer communicates with me except for popping onto Gchat long enough to say "Hi, I have to go. Bye!") did a "Concert on the Square" (click on "week 5") with Navan the other night. They rocked the place (well, in a traditional Celtic-y sort of way) and sold tons of CDs. But more importantly, they got to see this man. . . wait for it. . .
in a kilt. *thunk*
Add to this man-cake the icing of a gorgeous NZ accent and you have yourself a perfect happy place. (I can't stop giggling at "man-cake," though the man himself is no laughing matter.)
None of this information was imparted to me by my evil, evil sister.
Do you like Men in Kilts? I do. (I think this page is mostly targeted at other men, though)
At any rate, I'm sure a kilt would've come in handy during the flooding they had on Thursday.
I've seen guys in Utilikilts™ and they don't look weird at all to me. (semi-random thought)
This reminds me that I want to go to the Ren Faire this year. Nø, realli. Every year I want to go, but we never do. I suspect that this is because GuTTer MuNKi loves me rather less than he professes to. Maybe if I make him a kilt, tie him up and ravish him. . .