Thursday night Oprah and elk poo

Last night I watched an episode of Oprah on polygamy. Yes, I watched an episode of Oprah at 9pm on a Thursday night while scarfing down an entire bag of elk poo straight from Park City, Utah.

I do not know much about "plural families," as Oprah referred to them, but what struck me as odd, is that most of the guys I know don't want to even date a girl let alone marry more than one. Maybe it relates back to the mentality that men cannot truly be monogamous so by having multiple wives they can never be considered a cheater. While polygamy is considered illegal in all 50 states it still happens quite often. In fact, there are men who have upwards of 180 wives. That's almost as many people as my graduating high school class.

So, if men think it is okay to live with multiple women, why can't a women live with multiple men? Well first off, it's bad enough dealing with one man. They leave the lights on, they are much too gassy and they never understand the true value of watching old episodes of Oprah on a Thursday night. If a man thinks his life is fulfilled by living in a 30,000 sq-foot house run amock with 36 kids and three menopausal women than it just proves why men are the inferior sex. I have a hard enough time getting one guy to call me back let alone multiple so I think I will stick with my current living situation and stay far away from Colorado City, AZ. Besides, I never did think colonial garb was flattering for my figure.

Where the kisses are hers and hers and his

To give you a rundown of the past year of my life I...

1. Graduated college
2. Moved back into my parent's house (woohoo!)
3. Got a job and became a real person, sort of
4. Watched TV and went to bed by 9:30 PM
5. Occassionally ventured into the big city for a night out with my friends who also mooched off their parents

Now I....
1. Finally moved out
2. Sign onto my online bank account and watch my savings disappear
3. Watch TV and go to bed at 11 PM
4. Play Guitar Hero (still trying to make master "Slow Ride" without being booed off stage.
5. Occassionally venture into the city, which I now call home, with my two roomates.

It may not seem like a whole lot has changed since moving out of my split level ranch in suburbia. However, life with my roomies aka Chrissy and Jack, is like watching Three's Company reruns on Nick at Night 24/7. Coincidentally, Chrissy may in fact be blood related to the Late John Ritter himself...fate? I like to think so.