Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Fashion Rocks!

I was so happy to see that Mrs. Obama is bringing fashion back to Washington! Her taste has been impeccable lately!!! She chose a Lemongrass Sparkling dress with matching coat by Isabel Toledo. It was straight and slinky and it just glittered in the Winter light. She also wore Green Jimmy Choo heels and green JCrew Leather gloves that. She rocked it!

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The cute, Malia and Sasha wore Jcrew Crewcuts line of Coats. They were adorable!
Malia in blue coat and black dress while Sasha bounced around in a coral colored dress and Pink coat with a bow!
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For the Inaugural Balls our First Lady looked radiant in her beautiful White Chiffon gown designed by Jason Wu. It was White, Sparkly, and fairytailish. Sooo pretty!
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President Obama's Inauguration Address

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OBAMA: My fellow citizens:
I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because we the people have remained faithful to the ideals of our forebears, and true to our founding documents.
So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.
That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.
These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land — a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America — they will be met.

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted — for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things — some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.
For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.

For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.

For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sanh.
Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions — that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.
For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act — not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. All this we will do.
Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions — who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them — that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works — whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. Those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account — to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day — because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control — and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart — not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our founding fathers ... our found fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake. And so to all the other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.

Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.
We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort — even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus — and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West — know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to the suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment — a moment that will define a generation — it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends — hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism — these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility — a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship.

This is the source of our confidence — the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.

This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed — why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent Mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:

"Let it be told to the future world ... that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive...that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet (it)."

America, in the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

Thank you. God bless you. And God bless the United States of America.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Big Moments

"Rosa sat so Martin could walk, Martin walked so Obama could run, Obama ran so we could fly!"

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Tommorrow we make history. We will swear into office our first Black President. I've never been so excited about the future of our country. I will be glued to my tv tommorrow. I can not wait!

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Two Wings and a Prayer

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I still don't understand how that plane managed to defy gravity and not sink to the bottom of the Hudson. As cold as it has been, the water was not frozen, how? And yet everyone made it out alive. Not one death. The pilot "Sully" knew what he was doing, but those wings that all 155 people stood on were the wings of an angel. There was a lesson to be learned in all of this. The Bible does say that when Jesus returns there will be Miracles to show us that he is real and he is with us. I think that picture clearly tells the story.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Yesterday

Yesterday was a very big day for me. I haven't blogged about the details because I didn't want to get my hopes up. It's. A. Very. Big. Deal. It's the first time I've been excited about something in a long time. My family and most of my friends were all in on what was going on. Yesterday was HUGE for me.

One by one they all texted, called, came by to see how it went. All except one person. Nothing. After about 7 hours of waiting to hear from this person, I confronted them. They didn't ask how it went because they were busy. I understand busy schedules and hectic situations, but 7 hours later? I'm a very forgiving person and I already forgave them.

However this puts things into perspective for me. With that said, it's a new year, it's a new Amaya. Additionally, I would argue that I have the most incredible friends of all time. They're the smartest, most fun, most amazing people ever and at the end of the day, I'm always thankful that I have them in my life. I love you all.

Mini Needs Your Advice!!


So by random chance and circumstance, I find that I have the next few weeks absolutely free. I mean… nothing is going on. AT ALL.


I actually hear crickets when I open up my *social planner.


Which leaves me with only one option- vacation with my girlfriend who is also itching to get away.


We struggled to figure out how we could go to Barbados (hello beach! hello free drinks!), but sadly my friend has a family engagement she CAN NOT miss and now the timing doesn’t work with Barbados. (Which? I do not understand. We send people to the moon. We can make those mini marshmallows. We can forgive Hugh Grant for hooking up with a hooker and yet we can’t get a flight out of Barbados when we need it?? Why God, why?)


So we’ve decided to re-think our trip. Here is all that we want:- something under $2000- something that lets us leave immediately (we are thinking Friday or Saturday) and come back next week… like on Wednesday.- something that requires my passport getting stamped-must be the most fun ever (I’m not worried about this. I’m pretty sure we could have fun anywhere. I mean, we went to mexico together while I bravely fought mono and I still came back with enough juicy stories to fill 3 journals)


So that’s it. Who has ideas? Suggestions? Who wants to plan my weekend for me?


* I do not actually have a social planner, unless you count things I scribble down on napkins while I’m eating tacos with friends.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Songs That Take You There

I decided today that I should start listening to my ENTIRE itunes library. Not just, the six songs that I listen to on repeat. As I started listening, I realized two things 1) a song can really take you back to a memory you had forgotten and 2) I have too much Will Smith in my music collection. Really, it’s embarrassing. (Almost as embarrassing as the album name “Big Willie Style”. Seriously. Who thought that was a good idea?) Anyway, as I puttered throughout the day, songs came on that took me back to a memory relating to those who have a Y chromosome….


1. “Your Body is A Wonderland”- John Mayer
This song is just so.. 2000. Which, was a great year for me. Dating and having fun at UVA. I discovered John Mayer at the 9:30 club in DC. I think every girl loved this song. “I’ll never let your head hit the bed without my hand behind it” Who wouldn’t want that?! Every girl thinks her body is a wonderland too! You can’t help but feel sexy and beautiful when listening to this song.

2. “Pony” – Ginuwine
This is my song. I don’t have to be wasted to listen to this. When I’m out and I hear it—it’s on!

3. “Stand by Me”- Ben E King
This song was in my favorite movie as a chld, Stand By Me. It was during that movie that I discovered that I loved River Phoenix and Wil Wheaton. But it was grade seven, I’m decked out in my favorite Guess? jeans and swathed in tribe perfume. The best part of my outfit is a shirt that my mom has finally let me have. It was hers growing up- a cream cashmere sweater with delicate beading on the front. It’s heavy, but in the crystals keep catching the light of the disco ball, which makes me glitter. I’ve never felt prettier. I danced with Brennon to this song. Clearly a request by a chaperone, since it’s sandwiched in between TLC’s greatest hits. And when I say we ‘dance’? Yeah, we pretty much moved from side to side, hands firmly clenched at the waist, avoiding eye contact. I’ve had pap smears that were more comfortable than that dance, but it goes down in history as one of the most memorable.

4. “Before He Cheats”- Carrie Underwood
Four girls in a cab. One is dating, two heartbroken and one single. It’s 5 am. These four girls have just left an impromptu trampoline party and still have ridiculous amounts of Jack Daniels and Johnny Walker Black running through their veins. This song comes on and we beg the cab driver to turn it up on Ocean Drive in Miami during Spring Break. Suddenly, we are no longer four girls, but collectively, we ARE Carrie Underwood. And I know people talk of singing their hearts out, but in this case, we really did. We sang in the ‘our eyes are closed, our fists are pumping the air, and no one is laughing because this is far too serious’ fashion. There was so much scorned estrogen in that car I almost choked on it. We tipped our driver well, but not enough. I should have given him a kidney. He earned it.

5. “Untouchable Face”- by Ani DiFranco
The line “I could make you happy, if you weren’t already” was the roundhouse kick to my already destroyed heart during one particularly bad break up. Wait, was that too much angst? When we are talking Ani, can you HAVE too much angst? Let’s just be thankful I didn’t tap into Joni Mitchell. There would have been epic angst (epic!) being shown here.

6. “Time After Time”- Cyndi LauperThis has always been my wedding song. Hopefully I’ll still get it!!!


You should share with me the songs that take you back to memories of failed romances or broken hearts. Or at the very least, tell me that you have a lot of Will Smith in your music library. And don’t worry, we won’t focus solely on depressing heartbreak music. Perhaps next week I’ll write a post about songs I had sex to. That sounds like fun for everyone one.

Monday, January 12, 2009

My New Favorite Thing!

I know I can't be the only one completely in love with this stuff. If you know me at all, you know that I'm obsessed with white, clean, teeth--this product makes me feel as if I just left the dentist. It's a nice, clean, non abrasive paste that leaves your teeth glistening. I love this stuff!!!


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Friday, January 09, 2009

Los


July 11, 2006 will always be a very important day for me. It was that day that I met Carlos. We became friends instantly as he too, is an Aries! We connected on many different levels. We shared a lot in common, such as obsessive cleaning and our love for cleaning products, Amish Macaroni salad, and Jennifer Aniston!!


The best part about Carlos is his sincerity. His heart is one of the purest that I have ever found. The combination of eminent intelligence, courage, and love have never before come together in a better combination.


He's the proud father of beautiful daughter named Marisa. He chaueffers Marisa and her entourage around to the local McDonalds at 1 am for shit's and giggles so "Chovia" can practice her English accent on the midnight drivethru crew. Chovia aka Marisa! I asked him once what was he the proudest of, I was expecting him to list some of his vast successes such as his businesses, or even his priceless Corvette. He simply said "Marisa Alexis". She. Is. His. Everything. A great father is a sexy thing!

I knew he was different from day one. It wasn't the sexy dark hair or the striking chestnutt eyes that won me over, nor was it his colossal arms or chest. It was an act of kindness. When his friends and colleagues were at happy hour sipping cocktails, he was a charity event serving soup at a kitchen on a Friday evening . When he came home to tell me all about his bowl he purchased for $25 and how good the soup was, and how the older ladies loved him and wanted to introduce him to their grand daughters, I melted. He is a charmer. I knew at that moment that he wasn't just ordinary.

Knowing Los has made me a stronger, more honest woman. He has brought out the best in me even in my darkest hours. He is a great friend and an even better lover. Very few people in this world can touch you without using their hands; few people in this world can leave such a lasting impression that they remain on your mind, no matter how infrequent the contact; and few people in this world can compare to him. Whether you know him by Los or any other name he has acquired over the years, you cant help but realize that knowing him, in your heart somethings moving.




Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Defining Happiness

Today's exercise is "what makes you or would make you happy". I'm supposed to make a list. It sounds like a simple enough excercise until I stopped to to think about it. Strangely enough it dawned on me that I had never given any thought as to what makes me happy. I'm the kind of person that flies by the seat of their pants on a daily basis. You could say that I live my life reactively as opposed to actively planning it. To figure out what does make me happy and then pursuing it isn't part of reactive living. Plus, I really spend most of my time trying to please everyone else, which obviously doesn't leave a lot of time for my happiness. So, if you'd like to join me in the excercise, please feel free to do so as I surely could use the help.

So here we go, a poor attempt at defining happiness:

* A breezy evening spent relaxing on the porch at the house in Corolla after a long day on the water.
* A quiet night at home - makes me happy
* Hearing a cheesy CD that brings back memories - makes me happy, such as Milli Vanilli
* Dressing up for someone - makes me happy
* Having a job that would use my potential - makes me happy
* Curling up with someone special after a long day - makes me happy
* Wiggling my toes in the sand - makes me happy
* Traveling to new places - makes me happy
* Meeting new people with many different backgrounds and views - makes me happy
* Spending a quiet afternoon reading - makes me happy
* A an ice cold beer on a sweltering summer day by my pool - makes me happy
* Hearing from someone I haven't heard from in a while - makes me happy
* Spending time on the water - makes me happy
* Waking up to a blanket of snow - makes me happy
* Having a clean and organized house - makes me happy
* An occasional meal cooked just for me - makes me happy
* Spending the day in the garden with my grandmother - makes me happy
* Having someone to share my passions with - (would) make(s) me happy
* Cardio overdrive - makes me happy
* Exhaustion that brings about a full night's sleep - makes me happy
* Not having to work so hard to make/keep others happy - makes me happy
* Having my dad as my biggest fan at competitions- makes me happy
* Being proud of my brother and sister’s accomplishments - makes me happy
* Sipping coconut milk that was cut down just for me from a sweet Puerto Rican just to swoon me and show me his axe skills - makes me happy
* Being with a man who makes you laugh – makes me happy
* Ripe tomatoes from my own garden that I grew - make me happy
* Cooking an exceptionally yummy and healthy meal - makes me happy
* Knowing that there are (few) people who find me special - makes me happy
* Financial stability - makes me happy
* Buying things to make others happy - makes me happy
* Making Kennedy Emily and Marisa laugh so hard they snort - makes me happy
* Singing an old song from start to finish despite my tone deafness - makes me happy
* Hoping some day to know someone that likes me for who I am, doesn't stereotype me or want me to change - makes me happy
* Having someone to talk to without holding back - makes me happy
* Being included in someone's life - makes me happy
* Being spontaneous - makes me happy
* Being of help when I can - makes me happy
* Trying something new - makes me happy
* Finding something I've lost - makes me happy
*A long passionate kiss from a man who can’t get enough – makes me happy
* Helping Isaiah with his homework and seeing the “ah ha” moment – makes me happy
* Seeing 32’s everywhere makes me feel as if I have someone looking out for me- makes me happy
*Listening to my parent’s music playing throughout their house – makes me happy
*Watching Abi Ava and Alizabeth play nicely – makes me happy
*Clean laundry and empty trash cans –make me happy
*The lingering scent of my shampoo when I take my hair down after a workout –makes me happy
* A pretty sundress, oversized sunglasses, a nice tan and French peds – make me happy
* The last call of the night after a long day – makes me happy
* A killer sunset – makes me happy
* A beautiful sunrise – makes me happy
* Brushing, flossing, and bleaching my teeth – makes me happy
*Hearing from Kennedy’s teacher that when asked who her hero is she said me- makes me happy
* A man in black- makes me happy
* The scent of a man – makes me happy
* Praying a sweet prayer – makes me happy
* Having faith in God – makes me happy
* My degrees, my education and all of that hard work – makes me happy
* My new found love of watches – makes me happy
* Happy Endings – make me happy

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Insomnia and Virginity

It's claimed that the cause of Sir Isaac Newton's acute insomnia was sexual frustration.


He died a virgin.


(So, what, he was up masturbating all night?)

(You'd think a man of his stature and success would be able to get himself some.)

(just sayin'.)

Now, go have sex or you risk sleeplessness!!!

Monday, January 05, 2009

I wish I had more time

......to spend with friends, family, just in general people I like. One of the things I like about this break from real life (ha!) called winter break, is that everyone has time. Time to do things, time to hang-out, go out, volunteer, be together, be stupid, has a common mission to save the world. (raises fist into the air.)

Okay, so I'm the only one who really believes the world can be changed, but still, my point is that when you hit a certain age, say 22-23, definitely by 24, your time starts to slip away. Your life is taken over by life. Life no longer consists of going out and being with friends, or at least not much past happy hour, it now consists of jobs, careers, weddings, babies, and being in bed around 10:30 to repeat it all again the next day. You know, the real world. Opposed to the one MTV presents of sex in hot tubs and going out and getting plastered every night while staying in a rent-free penthouse suite. Sure, that's just a New Years' Eve night for me, but I realize this is not the case for most people!

Saturday night Brandi and I hit the local lounge, then went to a local live music venue to enjoy six (some good, some bad) bands. We didn't plan to stay very long. Famous last words. We closed it down. We laughed, remembered, talked of old and promised to make new times together. My dearest friend whom I've known since I was 19. The friend who knows my history because she was there with me when it happened. The person I am comfortable with, can be with, not feel judged, or misunderstood. That's an awesome feeling to have. When I told her I am guarded, she laughed. She doesn't know that side of me. In the end I am glad we had the time together we did, and that I had time with all of the friends, and former co-workers, because gosh, I had no idea how much I was missed and what kind of impact I had on people...but that's another day....Time. We could all use a little more of it, no?

Monday, December 29, 2008

Most Uncomfortable Situation Ever!

Nothing more awkward than sitting through a Nuvaring commercial with three men. This happened to me at the dr.

Monday, December 22, 2008

I have got a story to tell!

Santa will be here soon. I'm trying to be festive but Im not doing a very good job! Christmas at my parents tends to be overwhelming for me. My mother and I clash on many different levels. We disagree on everything. Haven actually told her that she was living vicarioulsy through me. As you can imagine she didn't like hearing that. I adore my sister for defending me on most cases. Except where her son is involved.

Matty looked at me and said to me that he "Has got a baby brother or baby sister"
I said to him that he "Has a baby brother/sister on the way"

Growing up, Mom hated the word 'GOT'. She insisted that we never use the word. Jordan overheard my conversation and said that he 'encourages Matt to use as many words as possible to extend his vocabulary, Got being one of them'. Of course, I bit my tongue and apologized even though I knew he wasn't helping his child learn proper speaking skills.

Oh well. I have got hunger now. I'm going to go indulge in some egg nog cookies and wrap presents.

A

Friday, December 05, 2008

Holiday of Lights.

To my friends:

December is 'a month of miracles' with that being said I chose the high road. Essentially this is my film. I'm the director. She failed her audition miserably. I'm casting new acts.

Monday, December 01, 2008

I'm shaped to get in your way, but in the end we defend our decadence (Blonde Redhead).

Somewhere in between shopping endlessly, baking cookies for friends and putting up the Christmas décor and listening to Nat King Cole; somewhere in between laughing for hours over Virginia-grown garden squash and learning Spanish, abusing semicolons and mastering the art of the run-on sentence, somewhere in between all of this: it's beginning to look a lot like CHRISTMAS.

Here the sun is setting well before five o'clock and the weathermen are forecasting the season's first flakes of snow, there are children with their blankets pulled to their chin and pen in hand, beginning to inscribe the first drafts of their Christmas lists. While winter is in sight –inclement weather pending, there are scarf-and-mitten-bundled children playing in the street, the crunching of leaves in the smoky air – while there are acorns scattered amongst the leaves, steaming mugs of cider or cocoa cradled deftly in everyone’s palms, I too have come to realize that Christmas is just around the bend. I have forced myself to nonetheless compose my own Christmas registry of sorts.

Surely, twenty-four days is enough time for Santa to collect of all my desired goods, and so in no particular order and without further ado Mr. Claus, here's what's up:

I'm going to need One Coach Leather Sabrina in Espresso

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Or Steel
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Or Black
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The Tiffany & Co. Notes on Pendant in Onyx
Tiffany's Notes on Pendant in Onyx
One bottle of Prada Infusion d'Iris perfume:
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One bottle of Clinique Happy
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One Bobbi Brown Shimmering Nudes Palette
Shimmering Nudes
One Dior Night Diamond
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One Banana Republic Cashmere Scarf in Purple
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Two Gianna Rose Atelier Decorative Soaps
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One Marc Jacobs Haute Couture Bag
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One Andre Chreky Gift Card
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One Nars Blush in Orgasm
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One Nintendo Zenses Gold Edition DS
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One Nintendo DS Gold Edition
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One Return Vacation to St. Martin
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One Falconry Glove
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One Wise Old Owl
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Last but not least, One Vineyard in the South of France
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I understand twenty-four days isn't much to work with Claus, but considering how good of a girl I've been this year, wish-fulfillment as such is rather a requisite.

To everyone else, if there's anything I've forgotten, please do not hesitate to let me know, haha!!

Over and out loves and SEASONS GREETINGS!
A

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

What I appreciate most...

Domestic Goddess-ing. For every woman reading this that's been owning homes and having families for years, I'm going to have to issue the warning that I'm about to sound devastatingly naïve, but I've never fully known less anticipated, the pleasure of owning a home until the past three years. I thought I would be the last in line to relish the simplicity and beauty of maintaining a household, but I'm struck at times at how wonderful it is to find myself pulling flowers from the garden, preparing meals in my kitchen, and coordinating linens; selecting the perfect shade of shower curtain to go in the guest bath, carefully choosing serving wares and acquiring that divine skill of being able to differentiate "black pearl" from "black marble". Like anything worth having I know this domestic godlikeness won't last, but for now I'm going to wear that crown of laurels with pride! Cleanliness is, after all, next to godliness!

Household Products. With domestic bliss comes an ever-deepening appreciation for household products. Or should I say "extremely effective" household products. In the past few days I have come to find that should I ever commence upon a career in stockcar racing, I would like one (if not all) of the following sponsors to endorse me: Swiffer® WetJet®, Febreze® NOTICEables®, Tide® to Go pens, and Windex® Antibacterial Multi-Surface. Clorox® bleach, anti-bacterial wipes, Clorox® cleanup. While certainly not considered a "household product" per se, I have also found great pleasure in and wouldn't mind accepting endorsement deals with: the T-Fal sandwich maker, Nintendo DS (the gold edition is on my yet-to-be formalized Christmas list BTW), and LG washers and dryers. Oh and Special K Cinnamon Pecan cereal: the breakfast of champions!

Super Wal-Marts.
Are one-stop shopping at its best. Where else can you buy a dust buster, mouth rinse, video console, and garden topiary in one visit? It's so convenient it's inane! The only downside I've found that I must mention is that the Super Wal-Mart of Luray does not sell vanilla flavored Fiber One yogurt, which I've found to be the most delicious and nutritious of the yogurts, and am considering filing a formal complaint. Indeed, how Super Wal-Mart can offer full barbering and nail services, drive thru pharmacies, oil lube and tire changing services (WTF?) but not sell vanilla flavored Fiber One is beyond me. Oh but lucky pants for them, they do sell wine!


The Past. I have the most appreciation not for the things I can touch or photograph, but for the things I cannot. One of these things is the past. And you know defining the past is such a subjective thing. What is your past, when you really think about it? And can anything really be your past, simply because it's not in your present? Throughout the past few days I've had enough quiet time to think richly about what I would define as my "past"; which doors I've opened that I believe will be forever revolving, and those I believe that once closed will remain permanently shut. I've learned in the past few days to appreciate those closed doors, and to hope that behind them still remains even the slightest flicker of distant memory: the simplicity of a picnic in the Shenandoah National Park, the sound of the sea as we sat parked on a winter's night alongside Ocean Drive; the heated music-laden feel of being stuck in traffic on the 66, the way the wind kept blowing my hair across my face in Corolla; the sounds of the train track through your bedroom window on a summer night, the quiet recognition that you were loved more than you ever knew. It's the simplest things sometimes, in case you couldn't tell.

In case you've forgotten.

In case you ever read this.

And last but not least, the thing I have found the MOST appreciation for is:

The Future.
The sun is shining, the birds are singing and what I thought would be a simple update on my health and wellness has turned into a quite verbose (yet characteristic) dialogue. But I want to end on a good note and that note is that wherever you're going, there you are. We have all the time in the world and as cliché as that is, I think sometimes we forget. It's never too late to rewrite a chapter, flip the script, clean the slate, say you're sorry, do – whatever. It's never too late. The fate of your happiness rests solely on your ability to define and pursue it. Don't envelope yourself in jealousies and hate. Don't focus on your shortcomings and have enough security not to call attention to anyone else's. Don't limit your experience of life to unsuccessfully coursing your ideals. Communicate with purpose, remember to breathe, and for gods sake, if you're not someone's ” Blogger Buddy” don't stalk their blog! It's creepy!

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Shhhhhhhhhh!

These are some pictures that Michelle emailed me of my Spanish Mami and My silly Kennedy! These girls are the best!!! Shhhh!!!! They're not supposed to be here!!!



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Yes We Did!

I'm so happy to be an American this afternoon.


BARACK OBAMA Pictures, Images and Photos


For a better tommorrow. One Nation. Under God.

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Election Day Prayer

Creator of us all:
You are the source of every blessing,the judge of every nation and the hope of earth and heaven:
We pray to you on the eve of this important and historic election.
We call to mind the best that is within us: That we live under God, that we are indivisible, that liberty and justice extend to all.
We acknowledge the sin that runs through our history as a nation: The displacement of native peoples, racial injustice, economic inequity, regional separation.
And yet we profess a deep and abiding gratitude for the goodness of ordinary people who have made sacrifices, who have sought opportunities, who have journeyed to this land as immigrants strengthening its promise in successive generations, who have found freedom on these shores, and defended this freedom at tremendous cost.
Be with us in the days that are near. Remind us that your ways are not our ways, that your power and might transcend the plans of every nation, that you are not mocked.
Let those who follow your Son Jesus Christ be a peaceable people in the midst of division.
Send your Spirit of peace, justice and freedom upon us, break down the walls of political partisanship, and make us one.
Give us wisdom to walk in your ways, courage to speak in your name, and humility to trust in your providence.
Amen.

Friday, October 31, 2008

Halloween!

Happy Halloween!

Friday, October 24, 2008

There is a new sheriff in town!

The indictment and arrest of my sheriff in my small town of Mayberry has created a frenzy. The media is going wild with this story. It's made headlines in NYC!

Allegedly Mr. Presgraves, the uncle to my friend Chris, whom was killed last year at this time in a motorcycle accident, was indicted on Money Laundering, Racketeering, Bribery, and the least shocking of all is the sexual assault charges. If convicted Danny could face up to 304 years.

Mr. Presgraves also allegedly 'stole' money from Page County. In excess of $100,000. He was also accused of being actively involved in a cockfighting ring here in mountains.


I believe that one is innocent until proven guilty and the FBI appearently feels as if they can prove the Sheriff guilty! I have ran into this man on severl different occasions. To call him perverted is an understatement. This man undresses you with his eyes and isn't ashamed to talk to your boobs when in deep converstation. Reading the indictment and the allegations about Mr Presgraves actually sickens me. According to one victim, she performed oral sex on him because he intimidated her to do it. Im wondering if this would constitute rape? However, I find it hard to believe that anyone wants her job so bad that she would suck his dick to keep her position. I doubt that, seriously.

Mr Presgraves has bad hair but isn't an unattractive man. To put it mildly, he abused his power, perhaps. It went to his head! (Pun intended)

http://content.usatoday.com/topics/article/People/Athletes/NFL/Michael+Vick/0fgkdoD22U5UZ/1

www.whsv.com

Read up!

Monday, October 13, 2008

PALIN SEX SCANDAL

I can't believe the media is not picking up on this!!!



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w5onEdxx9zs

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Its Britney Bitch!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t67GX-aiOfA

Friday, October 03, 2008

I haven't been so good to myself lately. I'm always caught up in whats going on with my family and never about myself. This takes me back to what my therapist once told me. He said I didn't love myself. That sentence alone knocks the breath out of me. I guess months of therapy never really fixed the problem either. I honestly don't know where to begin.

I've decided that my family and I have been spending way too much time together. I don't find the time for myself. I'm also a hypohondriac. I live in fear of getting the big C again. So I clean my house relentlessly hoping there is not a deadly molecule anywhere around my humble abode. My fears have caused a lot of 'accidents' on my stairway to death. Olga fell down my staircase yesterday. She didn't have health insurance, I had to pay. (Obama will be making healthcare affordable to all)
She's okay for now. I have to live with my guilt. MY FAULT.

I haven't been sleeping at all. I tried the sleeping pills again, I took them WELL in advance of going to bed (several hours in advance) so when I went to bed after 2, I fell fast asleep and slept all night. Two tampon-pee breaks, otherwise a full night of 8 hours of sleep...with another hour trying for a ninth..no such luck.
However, I slept so soundly that I have a kink in my neck, but truly, ask me if I care. (Hells no.)

My parents are hosting a party this weekend in which Olga was going to be assisting her with. Now since she can't, I must. It's the least I could after pledging my own staircase. I have to spend my weekend at some party with a bunch of old, rich, bitches. It is for a good cause. It will be central roasters coffee. It will be outdoors under a huge white tent. I will be freezing my balls off :)

I'm pmsing and I'm emotional. I'm really blah these days. After the party I've decided to get out of town. Even if it's just for a day. Haven wants to join me, but I want to be alone. To pamper myself. To love me.


Love,

Me

Monday, September 29, 2008

All I want....

This song is so amazing. Makes me cry everytime I hear it.




I'm gonna be here for you baby
And I'll be a man of my own word
Speak the language in a voice that you have never heard
I wanna sleep with you forever
And I wanna die in your arms
In a cabin by a meadow where the wild bees swarm


And I'm gonna love you like nobody loves you
And I'll earn your trust making memories of us

I wanna honor your mother
And I wanna learn from your paw
I wanna steal your attention like a bad outlaw
And I wanna stand out in a crowd for you
A man among men
I wanna make your world better than it's ever been



We'll follow the rainbow
Wherever the four winds blow
And there'll be a new day
Comin' your way
I'm gonna be here for you from now on
This you know somehow
You've been stretched to the limits but it's alright now

And I'm gonna make you a promise
If there's life after this
I'm gonna be there to meet you with a warm, wet kiss
Mmm hummm

And I'm gonna love you like nobody loves you
And I'll earn your trust makin' memories of us
Ohhh
And I'm gonna love you like nobody loves you
And I'll win your trust makin memories of us
Mmmmm

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Excuse Me Sir

*** A friend of mine wrote this***


Viacom:

I am writing to thank you for your coverage of last week's MTV Video Music Awards. I have looked forward to and watched this event for years. This will be my last.

I hope that someone in your organization sees the problem with that broadcast. Inviting a man from the UK to host the VMAs was a very diplomatic move and I commend you for it. However, you lost that support when that host called our sitting President a “retard” and the Royal Family “inbred.” He went on to speak of the masturbation habits of teenage boys and Alex Rodriguez’s use of a baseball bat on Madonna. Uncomfortable yet? Good, so was I.


The show continued with a performance from “Lil Wayne.” This man currently faces drug and weapons charges for which he may spend a lifetime in prison. While I admire your appreciation for his right to a trial by jury; I do take offense to the bandana that was hanging out of his barely covered ass. Did you notice the red? In the event that you were too naïve to see it; that was a salute to the “Bloods”; a gang that is well known for its violent rape, murder and drug dealing activities. I hope that you and your sponsors are happy to have given a worldwide spotlight to such an organization.


I remember the great moments of past VMAs. For the first time ever, I can say that I was genuinely offended by your show. As someone who considers themself a fan of Howard Stern and other “dirty” shows, I am SHOCKED to be writing a letter to a media company to complain of being offended. Your show tonight was not only objectionable but obscene. This is the last time that I will watch any show on your network. I will be sending a copy of this letter to all sponsors of MTV and other Viacom stations and encourage friends and family to boycott their products.



Kiss My Ass.

Friday, September 12, 2008

McCain's health care plan will cost you $7500.00

Yes, you read that right. The average American family will spend an extra $7,500 on health insurance if John McCain's proposed health care reform is passed into law.


Ezra Klein explains it better than I can:

Joe's taking a look at McCain's health insurance place and focusing on the fact that it exposes employer health care benefits to taxation. This is a tremendous tax increase, to the tune of $3.6 trillion over 10 years. But you won't pay most of it. Rather, as it becomes less affordable for employers to pay for health care, they'll stop doing it. Put another way: You're not going to pay higher taxes, you're going to lose your health care coverage. Then you'll be in the individual market where McCain will give you a fixed tax credit -- $5,000 for a family, or about 40 percent the cost of the average plan -- to purchase care.


There's a whole theory behind this approach. McCain wants to cut total health care spending. Along with his advisers, he thinks total health care spending is too high because employers by lavish plans and employees don't realize those plans are coming out of their paychecks. If the employees were buying the plans, they'd buy cheapers ones, and use less health care. All these premises are probably true. And the outcome will be that people have less health care, and can't access needed services, and go bankrupt a lot. The bottom line is that this isn't merely a tax increase. It's a governance philosophy that holds that the problem with health insurance is that you have too much of it, and John McCain aims to change that. He has, in other words, a policy that will pay down the federal debt with money raised through human misery.


For all his anti-tax rhetoric, John McCain only cares about cutting taxes for the ultra-rich (remember, this is a guy who owns so many houses he can't even count them and thinks if you make $4.9 MM a year you're middle-class). If letting the irresponsible Bush tax cuts expire is a "tax increase," removing a $3.6 TRILLION tax credit for businesses certainly an increase.
And while the Bush tax cuts merely put a hurting on the treasury, if McCain's health care proposal becomes law, people will die.


Insurance companies can and will deny individual coverage (for any or no reason whatsoever) to people who would have been covered under their employers' group plans, thus weeding out the people who need health insurance the most. After spending his entire life being the beneficiary of government-provided health care (through the military, in Congress and now via Medicare) McCain's proposal will make health care less accessible and more expensive for the rest of us. And while our current health care system has lots of problems, "health care is too accessible and too affordable" is not one of them.


There is only one way to make real progress towards addressing our healthcare crisis is by electing Barack Obama president.
Help me make this happen - donate to his campaign today.

Mom & Dad

They both got a clean bill of health this week.


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Tuesday, September 02, 2008

At the Beach

I dig his favorite toes into the sand

The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket

I lean against the wind, pretend that I am weightless

And in this moment I am happy

I wish you were here, I wish you were here
I wish you were here, I wish you were here

I lay my head onto the sand
The sky resembles a backlit canopy with holes punched in it
I'm counting UFOs, I signal them with my lighter
And in this moment I am happy

I wish you were here, I wish you were here
I wish you were here, wish you were here

The world's a roller coaster and I am not strapped in
Maybe I should hold with care, but my hands are busy in the air saying:

I wish you were here, I wish you were
I wish you were here, I wish you were here

Thursday, July 10, 2008

The Summer of Possibilities

Books:

The Dirt on Clean, an Unsanitized History (bathing habits throughout history)

The Omnivore's Dilemma (Not helping my "I don't like not knowing where my food it coming from, all the hormones injected into my food, and how the hell does Salmonella get into tomatoes?" dilemma, but interesting.)

The Miraculous Adventure of Edward Tulane (a kid's book. Read it in one hour. Want to feel like you accomplished something, read a kid's book.)

100 Ways America is Screwing up the World (really, just 100?)

Walking in Circles Before Lying Down (Poorly written, but cute story)

Currently reading:

The Day of Empire, Rise of the Hyperpower
A Splendid Exchange, How Trade Shaped the World
Follies, a collection of short stories.


I've been under the weather with a cold in the middle of July. I'm on another round of antibiotics. I will be better in no time :)

Tommorrow is my 2 year anniversary!

Monday, July 07, 2008

Inner dorkssss

inner dork: Born on the fourth of July

Wow, have I been bad about posting the inner dorks, or what?

Wow, have I been bad about posting in general, or what? (more about why and what's been going on, later.)

Now, I bring you factoids about the Fourth of July. Ta Da! Exciting!

Did you know...

In July 1776 the number of people living in America was 2.5 million.

In July, 2008 the population will be 304 million.

Although the formal adoption by the Continental Congress of the Declaration of Independence was on July 4, 1776, the signing was not completed until August.

The first observed celebration was on July 8, 1776, in PA.

The Fourth of July was not a legal holiday until 1941.

Uncle Sam first became popular during the War of 1812, when the term appeared on supply containers. However, it wasn't until 1961 that the U. S. Congress adopted him as a national symbol.

(And just to get you ready for the BBQ)
There is a one in four chance that the hot dog or sausage that will be consumed today, came from Iowa. (Hopefully it was packaged before the flood.)

You have been dorked.

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Summer.

The day started off with an early morning visit to the ER with Daddy after a friday night at the ER with Emily because she was bit by a neighbors dog. Daddy wasn't feeling well but after the visit, he started to feel better.

A distant relative lost her husband last weekend and much to my family's dismay I wasn't able to travel to Salmon Idaho on a whim. So I made up for it by spending time with the Queen Mother by taking her to a local art festival and farmers market. Michelle,Trish, Missy, met up with us and we decided to hit the lake.I jumped off the cliff edge and somewhere between land and lake I knew that summer had begun. The water was perfect and the weather has been beautiful all weekend. Swimming, climbing, beautiful sunsets, balsamic chicken feta pizza, homemade wine, campfires, twenty dollar Walmart rafts, and gouda with pears. Another good weekend down around the Shenandoah.

The beach was packed but that didn't stop us. Michelle and I ended up driving down the shenandoah with her top off--of her car, while listening to Buffett and Morrison and just enjoying the summer breeze. It was quite a day :)

I just got home from church and I feel new again. I've been feeling stuck lately. I'm so crazy about los, but at the same time I'm so scared to give in. He needs all or nothing. I have to or I'll lose him. I won't lose him. He's it. He's the one. T, I guess this will be the one that I marry, you were right. I'll keep ya posted. I love him. So much.

"Summer Lovin Had me a blast"


Vacation anyone? I'm thinking about my summer vacation and I'm not sure where I want to go. Lets go exotic and lets go sooon!!! I have timeshare!!! Possibilities are endless.

I promise that this will be the best summer on record for me :)

Friday, May 09, 2008

The Mountains

My mom read a children’s book to me often when I was young entitled When I was Young in the Mountains. My mom could never finish this book without her voice choking up and small tears landing onto an illustration of two hillbilly children buying butter by the pound at a general store. I used to laugh at her: “Dad….!!!! Mom’s CRYING…hahahahahaha!!!” Then, some months ago, I came across that same book on my book shelve, and I burst into tears on the title page. My little sister, Haven laughed at me. I guess what comes around goes around.

Update

So, I cannot believe that today is my last day of school. How the hell did that happen? Well, let me tell you. It happened after lots of papers, a few tears, many laughs and inside jokes with friends, much growth and insight, and a few fermented beverages!

I haven't been posting much on my blog because school takes up all of my energy. I will no longer have that excuse for neglecting my blog.

My birthday came and went and it was beautiful and low key, just as I prefer it.

Graduation is May 18th. A new beggining for me.

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Marilyn Monroe

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Marilyn



Because she was a blonde bombshell.
Because she had a brain, but everyone only saw the outside.
Because all she really wanted was to be loved. Loved for who she was on the inside.
Because men wanted her and women wanted to be her.
Because behind her smile there was sadness.
Because sometimes, sometimes I can really identify with her.


Marilyn Monroe

Quote of the Day: Marilyn Monroe

"The only thing I had on was the fan."

In regards to her nude photo shot for, Playboy. She was their first centerfold.

Monday, March 31, 2008

You Do Not Walk Away from This Ever

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I honestly do not care how hot you think Angelina is, there is just NO excuse.
I mean do her legs ever stop?!!

She's so sexy!

Thursday, March 13, 2008

I'm full of useless information

Did you know....

In 1956 the Physical Culture and Sports Commission of communist China recognized the sport of hand-grenade throwing.

During a hundred-meter race, a top sprinter makes contact with the ground only about forty times.

The only sport that takes place on a triangular race-course is sailing.
(I had no idea ponds and lakes came in triangle.)

Eosophobia is a fear of dawn.
(I think I suffer from this disorder.)

A duffle bag got its name because the thick wool originally used to make the bags came from the Belgium town of Duffle.

The difference between a nook and a cranny is that the nook is a corner and the cranny is a crack.
(So, boys, always make sure to cover all the nooks and crannys. Just sayin')

In native Greek, Utopia means "not a place" or "nowhere."

Women's hearts beat faster than men's.

Men get hiccups more often than women do.

Women blink twice as often as men do.
(It was recently pointed out to me, that when I am thinking about something I "blink hard" or, to phrase it better, I close my eyes for a long second. Hmm, I don't think I cleared that up at all.)

A cubic mile of seawater contains, on average, more than $117 million worth of gold and $11 million worth of silver.
(Let's go diving!)

Winters were colder a thousand years ago. In 1063, the River Thames froze for fourteen weeks.
(Yeah, well, I think this winter classifies as "colder". Good Lord, but I am glad spring is almost here.)

The average lifespan of a slug is eighteen months.
(Gosh, but I feel I can complete my day now.)

and last:

Some ribbon worms will eat themselves if they cannot find food.
(And I know some men who wish they could.) (Eat themselves.)

Ta dah! Now, go enjoy your day.

Sunday, March 09, 2008

Barack Hussein Obama

The New York Times ran a very interesting article on Mr Obama. I find it very disturbing, but decide for yourself.

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/03/09/us/politics/09obama.html?_r=2&ref=politics&oref=slogin&oref=slogin

Friday, February 29, 2008

So funny!

Chria Mathews basically hates Hilary, but this is quite funny :)

Enjoy!

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

What Are You Giving Up?

For Lent? I'm a nondenom Christian so therefore I don't practice persay, but I've already given up on something of very sentimental value to me this week. So I've decided to eliminate "Bad words" from my vocab as well.

I personally can not stand when ladies curse, but I do it too. No more. Nada. Zippy. Done.

Monday, February 25, 2008

Monday Funny

Two young boys walked into a pharmacy one day, picked out a box of
> tampons and proceeded to the checkout counter.
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> The man at the counter asked the older boy, "Son, how old are you?"
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> Eight," the boy replied.
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> The man continued, "Do you know what these are used for?"
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> The boy replied, "Not exactly, but they aren't for me. They're for him.
> He's my brother. He's four. We saw on TV that if you use these you would
> be able to swim and ride a bike. Right now, he can't do either one."

Bitch is the new Black!

This may seem odd to you, but NBC pulled the Tina Fey SNL skit from you tube because of copyright issues. I mean the media does love Barack Obama but do they really have to make it so obvious?!

FEY: And finally, the most important Women’s News item there is, we have our first serious female presidential candidate in Hillary Clinton.
And yet, women have come so far as feminists, that they don’t feel obligated to vote for a candidate just because she’s a woman.

Women today feel perfectly free to make whatever choice Oprah tells them to.

Which raises the question, why are people abandoning Hillary for Obama?

Some say that they’re put off by the fact that Hillary can’t control her husband, and that we would end up with co-presidents.

‘Cause that would be terrible, having two intelligent, qualified people working together to solve problems. Ugh.

Why would you let Starsky talk to Hutch? I wanna watch that show, Starsky.

You know, what is it, America? What is it, are you weirded out that they’re married?

‘Cause I can promise you that they are having exactly as much sex with each other as George Bush and Jeb Bush are.

Then there is the physical scrutiny of her physical appearance.

Rush Limbaugh, the Jeff Conaway of right wing radio, said that he doesn’t think America is ready to watch their president quote “turn into an old lady in front of them.” Really?

They didn’t seem to mind when Ronald Reagan did that.

Maybe what bothers me the most is that people say that Hillary is a bitch.

Let me say something about that: Yeah, she is.

And so am I and so is this one. (pointing to Amy Poehler)

POEHLER: Yeah, deal with it.

FEY: Know what? Bitches get stuff done.

(Amy says yeah and starts nodding her head, together they get in a rhythm, with Amy saying in response, more yeahs, uh huhs, with a 'you go girl' style)

Like back in grammar school,


they could have had priests teaching you but, no,


they had those tough old nuns who slept on cots


and who could hit ya and you HATED those bitches

But at the end of the school year


you sure KNEW the capital of Vermont!

So COME ON Texas and Ohio


Get on board, it's not too late!...

BITCH IS THE NEW BLACK!

Friday, February 15, 2008

Che and Barack

If you haven't heard or seen by now...In Obama's headquarters in Texas there was a Cuban flag with Che's nasty ugly face on it. Way to condone the mass killing of hundreds of innocents through blood lust committed by Che. Isn't this the exact thing he is fighting against in the case of Iraq? Barack is a hyprocrite!!!!

Totally disguesting.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

One Day Or...

Conversation between myself, two other women, and a young man at the salon who just broke his engagement to his high school sweetheart and also just spent $15,000 on a wedding that is no longer going to be taking place.

Yesterday:
Widowed Becca: Two things. Godiva Chocolates and a Vibrator. Done.

Married Michelle: I won't get a card from my husband because he thinks Valentine's Day is nothing more than a way for the card companies to make money.

ME: Hmm, I hear that reasoning from a lot of men. I wonder how women feel about Valentine's Day.

Man in Salon, pointedly asking me: I don't know. How do women feel?

ME: I would rather have 364 days of special versus one.
This made the young man laugh, which made me happy.

How about all of you? How do you feel about this day of love?

I'll take mine in a glass, thanks!

Happy VD!

VD, nothing a little shot can't cure.

A little shot of Stoli.
A little shot of Jack.
A little shot of Jose'.
A little shot of Jim.

...the alcohol.
Not the men.
Although....

Sex, Sex, and just for fun a little more Sex

Without further ado...

It was believed in Victorian times that if a woman bathed in fresh strawberries, it'd help shrink flabby breasts.
(See, how, how does this even make a little bit of sense?)

It is said that the famous prostitute and madam Calamity Jane earned her nickname because of the social disease she inevitably inflicted upon those who had sex with her.
(I guess it is all in a name in this case and a ratehr obvious one at that.)

Oophorectomies, the removing of a women's ovaries, came into vogue in the Victorian era as a means of curing a host of ailments, including irritability, "simple cussedness," and "eating like a plowman."
(hmm, well if I can't eat like a man and if I would no longer have the ability to cuss, I'll keep mine, thanks.)

Homosexuality remained on the American Psychiatric Association's list of mental illnesses until 1973.
(...and yet still, so many people think it is a sin and can be cured.)

In the fifth century B.C., a Corinthian athlete tried to bribe an Olympic games official with fifty top-quality harlots.
(See, I bet if the judges were bribed with whores opposed to money, the French skaters would still have their gold medals. Just sayin'.)

In order to fully finance the cost of constructing Saint Peter's Basilica in Rome, there was instituted a church-imposed prostitution tax, whose revenue exceeded even that from the sales of indulgences.
(I bet if we had a tax like this the National Debt would be gone. Whose with me???)

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Politics

One thing you should know, I don't yell. I hate yelling, yellers, and people who speak over others. I hate it. Just because someone talks louder that doesn't mean I hear them any better. Frankly, once a voice is raised in anger or stupidity I will stop listening altogether. Also, I believe if a person gets angry, upset, their panties in a bunch over everything, then when something really and actually matters to them, I won't know that it really matters to them because of all the time they were angry, upset, and panties were bunchy over all things petty and small. So, I choose my battles and I try to choose carefully.

However, if a person has an issue that they can speak passionately and intelligently on, I will actively listen as long as they will actively and respectively listen to me in return. That's what these soapboxes will be. Me, getting behind something, asking something, or feeling passionately about something and hoping, wanting, an intelligent conversation to come of and from it. No yelling. No badgering. No name-calling. Just some things I would like to talk about and see how others feel and think about them.

With the latest batch of winners and casualties from the process known as the American electoral process, I have to say there is something that has been bothering me for about a year now. Something that has been simmering and brewing and I finally think it needs to be said: the language that is used in the electoral process. The language that is used to describe a candidate and their ideas, values, morals.

Specifically it is the sexist language that has been used in this campaign because (gasp!) a female candidate has been so audacious to make it so far into the electoral process. How dare she! She, that evil, power-hungry bitch! She married for power and she is hungry for more! That, that ladies and gents is the only reason she has gone after the White House!

(Sigh.)

How quick we are to go to the lowest denominator when it comes to describing someone, whether they are male or female. However, it seems to me, that when it comes to a woman we are much quicker to revert back to the school-children on the playground telling the others to meet us at the bikes at the end of the day.

Why? Why are we so quick to jump to the sexist language? Why do we believe that a woman who wants to go for the greatest job this country has to offer that comes with a pay-check that they are going after the job for different reasons than all of the men who have came before?
Why do we care? Why do we care so bloomin’ much why she and Bill were and are married? If…if they married for power are they any different than the Roosevelt’s, the Kennedy’s, the Lincolns, or the Washington’s just to name a few. I hate to break it to you, but people married for alliances of money, name, power, not for love; especially when it comes to political campaigns well into the twentieth century. As this was a common practice, these politically aligned marriages are not any different than the marriages that happened for centuries where kingdoms were aligned because this king married that queen. Power marriages happen all the time; just as power friendships happen. I’m pretty certain that without those power “friendships” Washington, as we know it, would not exist.

We are so quick to go to the sexist language, but we would never, openly, go for the racist language. Why, because it is so much more acceptable to go for the quick laugh, the easy quip of calling someone a bitch than to spend the extra second it takes to try and come up with a more intelligent word. Also, we do not think anything about calling someone a bitch, but we would never, ever call someone a nigger. Why, because society has come to realize one is acceptable and one is not.

But, why? Why has one become acceptable? I’m not saying we should regress to saying the “b-word” or the “c-word” and on and on, that doesn’t get us anywhere. I am saying that we need to stop being sophomoric about these issues.

There is also the issue of Republicans being quick to throw the jabs at the Democrats and the liberal are quick to throw the jabs at the conservatives. These open-air verbal matches do not get us anywhere, either. We've made the word liberal and conservative words that we want to wipe our shoes with. Throwing a low-blow my way does not make me respect your side, your ideas, your thoughts anymore than if I went to this playground tactic and threw sand at you about your side.

With the present president I think it is easy to say we, as a nation, as a whole, have become even more divided than we were in the past, we need a candidate that can bring us together. But more than that, we need to grow-up and bring ourselves together and stop with the name-calling and the childish sandlot fights. It’s ridiculous and we are better than that. At least I would still like to believe we are. I may be cynical, but I am still an idealist. How about we all try to be better than the other guy and stop; stop with the name calling, the bi-partisanship the sexist language towards everyone. Just a thought. However, if we keep on this attitude of that side and this side, we are not going to get anywhere politically. If we keep with the sexist language, we really are not going to get anywhere in terms of progress towards the future.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Bittersweet

Not many of you know but my girlfriend Missy has been struggling through something that many people deal with everyday...Divorce. This isn't amicable. As a christian she does'nt believe in divorce. After 18 years of marriage it's over.

Missy is a small town, girl next door who never expected that a fight would become a divorce. And she doesnt have the coping skills to deal with all of her feelings of hope, anger, depression, guilt and failure.

She has been and will continue to stay with me and I have agreed to accompany her to her therapy sessions. I have full faith that Missy can get through this.

At times when I don't believe in myself, I always believe in God. With Faith Hope and Love anything is possible.

fragment of hope
how long has it been.
the scent of you
and
of memories so clear.
you leaving
changed the way
i am living.
and i find it odd
when they say
i will learn to cope.
it's really not easy
when all you have
is a fragment hope

Friday, January 04, 2008

Caucuse Chaos

So Hillary came in Third, but this is strategic. This is a part of her plan ;)


How they work: In each of Iowa's nearly 2,000 voting precincts Democrats and Republicans hold separate meetings on caucus night. The meetings can be held almost anywhere - in schools, firehouses, church basements and even living rooms. Anybody registered member of a party can attend that party's meeting.

Republicans vote in the caucuses by secret ballots. The vote determines which delegates, representing which candidates, will attend county conventions. There, delegates are chosen for state congressional district conventions, where delegate to national convention are picked.

The Republicans use a winner-take-all system. Whichever candidate wins the caucuses takes all of the delegates for the state.

Democrats, The meetings divide into groups, each supporting a particular candidate. If a candidate doesn't have a sufficient percentage of the total number of voters attending, its members join other candidates' groups sufficient percentage of the total number of voters attending, its members join other candidates' groups. When that redistribution finally ends with groups of sufficient size, the delegates are divided among them according to the percentage of the meetings' attendees they represent. The process then proceeds through the county and state conventions. At the national convention, the candidates receive delegates proportionately, rather than the winner taking all of the state's delegates.

Doors open around 6:ish,doors close at 7:ish and it will be finished around 8:ish. That's it.

Now, why the hell it's in Iowa and why Iowa is so damn important:

1800's, the state adopts a caucus platform. The state's first caucuses were held in mid-spring, in the middle of the national presidential nominating schedule.

1916: Iowa held its first and only primary election. Only 25 percent of registered voters showed up. Iowa reverted back to its caucus system.

Apparently nothing interesting happened in approximately 50-or so years.

1972: Iowa's Democratic Party moved its caucus date forward, positioning the caucus ahead of the New Hampshire primary and making it the first nominating event in the nation. Sen. Edward Muskie of Maine, the front-runner, beat Sen. George McGovern of South Dakota by less of a margin than expected. McGovern went on to become the Democratic presidential nominee.


1976: A little-known Democratic governor from Georgia, Jimmy Carter, campaigned heavily in the state and wound up coming in second to "uncommitted." That almost-win positioned Carter to later take the Democratic nomination. Republicans moved up their primary to make the Iowa caucuses a bipartisan national event. President Gerald Ford narrowly beat Gov. Ronald Reagan of California. Ford later won the Republican nomination, but lost the presidency to Carter.


1980: Carter was the incumbent president, and he beat Sen. Ted Kennedy of Massachusetts. Ronald Reagan, meanwhile, did not focus heavily on Iowa. But his GOP competition, George H.W. Bush, did, and won the GOP contest with 32 percent of the vote. Reagan received 30 percent of the vote. Reagan ultimately beat Carter. By this time, the media began relying on results in Iowa as an indicator of how the race would turn out.


1984: Reagan, the incumbent president, was unopposed. On the Democratic side, it was a wide open race, with Sen. Gary Hart of Colorado, former Vice President Walter Mondale, Rev. Jesse Jackson and Sen. John Glenn of Ohio facing off. Mondale, who won the Iowa caucuses, was ultimately the Democratic nominee. Reagan defeated him in the general election.


1988: An open race in Iowa and one that ultimately had no bearing on either party's eventual nomination. On the Republican side, Sen. Bob Dole of Kansas beat televangelist Pat Robertson and then-Vice President George Bush in the caucuses, but Bush ultimately became the nominee. He also ultimately beat Democratic nominee Gov. Michael Dukakis of Massachusetts, who came in third to Rep. Richard Gephardt of Missouri.


1992: Incumbent President George Bush was unopposed among Republicans, and any competitiveness in Iowa was rendered moot by the candidacy of Sen. Tom Harkin of Iowa, a beloved figure in the state. With him running, few other Democrats even bothered to compete. Bill Clinton went on to win the presidency.


1996: Democrat Clinton was the incumbent, and unopposed. Among Republicans, Bob Dole beat Pat Buchanan. Clinton beat Dole later that year in the general election.


2000: Iowa winners Al Gore and George W. Bush went on to win their party's nomination. Bush, the Republican, won the general election.


2004: Despite a surge in popularity from Vermont Gov. Howard Dean, Democrat John Kerry, who'd previously lagged in polls, won the caucuses. John Edwards came in second. Kerry went on to win the nomination. On the Republican end, Bush was unopposed, and went on to win a second term.

Personally, I know Hillary will be successful in New Hampshire and will go on to be the first woman to win a nomination, but thats just me!

Hillary!

MSNBC polls show that Hillary has a double digit lead over Barack Obama in New Hampshire!!!

Friday, December 28, 2007

Single in the Valley

Single-dom isn’t always bad. In so many ways, having only myself to depend on and come home to has helped me figure out just what is really important to me. It helped me focus on school that I love in a place (while not ideal) where I can be happy.

I really want that to be enough for me, but sometimes I feel like I’m failing because I’m 28 years old and I’m single.

It looks so silly when I write it, but it’s true. And when you’re faced with that feeling of failure, you start to question what it is you’re lacking. You start filling the relationship void with things like hand bags, shoes and hair-clips and perfumes and you proclaim that you love being single because single is FREE to do whatever you’d like to do!

But inside? That void still exists sometimes.

I’m tired of feeling like something is wrong, so instead of indulging that aspect, I vote we embrace what is right about us.

So, here are a few things that make me completely lovable:

  • I’m a friendly person. I don’t believe in walking around with my nose in the air. so I am quick to offer a hello or a smile.

  • I’m always a shoulder for people to lean on. If ever you should need a moment to vent, or even to just sit quietly I am there immediately and without question.

  • I am fiercely loyal and will protect those I love with everything I have in me.

  • I am one smart cookie when it comes down to it.


Now I want to hear from you - what makes you completely and wholly lovable? Even if you are already in a relationship (lucky!), what makes your partner love you?

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

This sucks.

(A moment to set the scene:)
Finals week. 36.5 papers finished out of 37.
Take home essays to finish: 1 set of 2 questions.
Finals taken: 1.
Finals left to take: 3.
Two of those finals are tomorrow.
I really, really need to get an "A" on one of them.
(Feel free to send me all kinds of warm and fuzzy thoughts around 10:00 a.m Eastern Standard Tme)
(and then again around 1:00pm EST.) (Thanks.)
21 of the papers are due on Thursday at 1:00 pm EST.
They count as a total of 55% of my grade for the semester.
(No pressure.)
Saturday, Virginia was hit with another ice/snow storm.
School was not canceled on Monday for the mountain people!
I lost three hours of precious study time to go take a final on an undergrad stats class that has nothing to do with my GPA.
I was annoyed as all hell.
Lastnight I finished a research paper while sending dirty texts to my entire address book, and I needed to refresh my eyes. So, time to wash the face and brush the teeth, take out the contacts, put on the glasses and start the next round of typing. The take home essays, to be exact.

Take out the contact container from my medicine cabinet.
Grab the container of multi-vitamins, put one in the right contact holder, one in the left contact holder. Stand and stare at the contact container.
Try and figure out what I did wrong.
Why doesn't that look right?
Tilt head ala Marisa's 8th grade school picture.
Hmmm.
Oh...
...and let the laughter commence
and the dark circles under my eyes brighter for a moment.
Pretty sure the contacts would be healthier in the morning, but they would not be cleaner.
Brush teeth.
Feel (slightly) refreshed.
Think of some bullshit to write for the essay test.
20% of my grade, so it needs to be good bullshit.
Wonder Twins, activate!
In the form of: giving a shit!
Almost there....almost there.....

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Quotes from Madonna

I got married for all the wrong reasons, when my husband didn't turn out to be everything I imagined he would be, I just wanted to end everything.

There's no such thing as a perfect soulmate. If you meet someone and you think they're perfect, you better run as fast as you can in the other direction. Because your soulmate is the one who pushes all your buttons, pisses you off on a regular basis and makes you face your shit. It's not easy having a good marriage, but I don't want easy, easy doesn't make you grow, easy doesn't make you think. I thank God everyday that I'm married to a man that makes me think, that's my definition of true love.

In Kabbalah we learned that if we want something in life we have to give something. If we want compassion, we have to give compassion, if we want tolerance, we have to give tolerance, if we don't want to be judged, then me must not judge.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

The Power of One

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Because as he stood on home plate they called him everything but his name.
Because as he ran the bases they cheered his name.
Because even though they yelled and cheered his name with each home run he hit they still didn't respect him.
Because with all of that he still came out of the dugout to be cheered and jeered during each game.

Jackie Robinson

Thursday, December 06, 2007