She's What?

The Office, Season Four, "Goodbye, Toby":

Did anything in the above photo catch your eye? If you're a guy, you didn't see anything strange. If you're a gal, you noticed something. Angela Kinsey, who plays uptight accountant Angela Martin, is wearing a light blouse and a dark jumper. And wait! Her arms don't look right. Why would her arms be folded that way? It doesn't look natural... She must be pregnant. And she was for most of Season 4, but her pregnancy did not fit in with her character's life, so they used little tricks to hide it. On many occasions, she would hide behind her desk, the copier, a bouquet of flowers, another actor, or a door.

Sometimes they just shot her from the chest up.

If you're a guy and still don't believe me, take a look at the following photo. It shows Angela (and Rainn Wilson) at her onset baby shower. There's no getting around the fact that she is expecting.

While watching the later episodes of Season 4, my mom and I immediately picked up on Angela's pregnancy and would mention something about it, with my dad being oblivious: "What? She's pregnant?" Upon talking to other fellow Office fans, it seems the trend is strong: Gals were aware of Angela's pregnancy, while guys were clueless.

Hypothetically Speaking

Last night my prof was inserting a hypothetical example into the class period to flesh out a thought. Her example involved a couple of guys talking about their girlfriends at work. At this, the guys in class started to chuckle. Noticing this, the prof corrected herself saying the guys in the hypothetical situation were actually talking about sports or some other topic.

From my knowledge, guys seem to talk about sports, television, movies, current events, and other random topics. If a guy has a wife, he might talk about her. But guys do not talk about their girlfriends, at least not in a chatty way.

In Honor of Fall

I live on the clumsy side of life. It is not uncommon for me to spill or drop something. But these last couple of weeks I have been especially ungraceful. I am blaming this on the approaching autumnal equinox. See, my body is so in tune with nature that it knows it needs to make things fall in honor of fall.

Ripe with Possibility

Monday evening I was about to head into our backyard to read when I saw them: the neighborhood deer. Dad was nearby and told me to throw rocks at them. I said, "Isn't it bad for rocks to be in the grass [when you have to mow the lawn]?" He reluctantly agreed, but then offered me a ripe banana instead, which I didn't take.

Never Arrive

Let me share someone else's wisdom:

If you put off getting married until you are completely ready to be the perfect spouse, you will never be married.

If you put off having kids until you are ready to be the perfect parent, you will never have kids (unless God intervenes).

If you put off sharing your faith until you are completely and utterly prepared, you will always be silent.

You will never arrive. Step out in boldness, trusting God to use you, weaknesses and all.

Closer to Fine - The Indigo Girls

Here's to friends.

I'm trying to tell you something about my life
Maybe give me insight between black and white
And the best thing you've ever done for me
Is to help me take my life less seriously
Its only life after all
Yeah

Well darkness has a hunger that's insatiable
And lightness has a call that's hard to hear
I wrap my fear around me like a blanket
I sailed my ship of safety till I sank it
I'm crawling on your shores

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains
There's more than one answer to these questions
Pointing me in a crooked line
And the less I seek my source for some definitive
(the less I seek my source)
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine

And I went to see the doctor of philosophy
With a poster of Rasputin and a beard down to his knee
He never did marry or see a b-grade movie
He graded my performance, he said he could see through me
I spent four years prostrate to the higher mind
Got my paper and I was free

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains
There's more than one answer to these questions
Pointing me in a crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
(the less I seek my source)
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine

I stopped by the bar at 3 a.m.
To seek solace in a bottle or possibly a friend
And I woke up with a headache like my head against a board Twice as cloudy as I'd been the night before
And I went in seeking clarity.

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains
Yeah we go to the doctor, we go to the mountains
We look to the children, we drink from the fountains
Yeah we go to the bible, we go through the workout
We read up on revival and we stand up for the lookout
There's more than one answer to these questions
Pointing me in a crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
(the less I seek my source)
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine

Disclaimer: (What's a good Emily post w/out a disclaimer?!) I believe there is Truth and an Answer. I like these lyrics in terms of the temporal life we have now.

Whole Wide World

In honor of the discussion on To Seek or Not to Seek?...