Checking out my tattoo mid-laundry day. I swear I've somehow doubled my loads. My mom is here, but she washes her own stuff so that's no excuse. I've donated at least half of my clothing.
Part doodle-by-an-8-year-old,
part tattoo artist's rescue,
pre-clean up
Idk. Maybe I forgot how to wash clothes.
I was just trying to come up with how I would explain my tattoo to a random person if they asked about it. Considering the fact that the only people who will ever see my tattoo are a husband and maybe doctors - none of whom will care - trying to shape my thoughts into some form of logic is just for fun.
I see things in images so my reasons were more like memory captures. I remember how I hated the States when we moved here. I remember my brother mowing the lawn with this loud old rickety lawn mower. And I remember the weeds that would grow right back up after he mowed them. He would be so angry that he would try to cut out the roots with scissors, but they'd just pop back up the next day. My father called them "wildflowers", but I think that was just for my sake because I tried to make bouquets from the clippings. They were weeds. The whole neighborhood was plagued with them. I remember doodling on my scratch pad under my blanket because the room was so cold. I was obsessed with wildflowers. They were like little superheroes standing up to my brother's persistent oppression.
Anyway, I decided to get a tattoo and found the old book in some boxes in the basement. I decided on my rib cage for a few reasons, partly because I incurred a small scar there recently. It was a pretty random resolution, but not.
I took the page to a tattoo artist in Ferndale on a friend's recommendation and he did this cool thing with a giant printer and turned the drawing into a stencil. The needle on my rib bones made my teeth rattle and I had to cover my mouth a few times but I was a good girl and stayed silent.
Okay that reasoning still makes no sense...it makes perfect sense in my head, though. I'm trying to unshuffle the images into a storyboard but it's not working. So if ever asked, I'll just say that my tattoo is a thing of great personal significance.
My sister made this meme of
my mom and posted it for
every relative in the
universe. She thinks
it's funny. I think imma
punch her in the face.
Okay, ladies. The boys are distracted for a bit. Let's talk real talk.
Let's talk about period blood flow. Does your period ever flake out on you? This month, mine came a full week late. Further proof that my mother was actually right, and that my eggs really are drying up. Which means I need to pop some grandkids out within the next couple of years.
And here's another question... On the 2nd night (which is, as you know, the worst night, right?) I got home really late from work. I ate some popcorn, took a shower and passed out in my bath towel. I literally could not wake myself up enough to get up and put on a pad. I actually mumbled, "Oh, PLEASE don't mess up these sheets. I love these sheets.... ZZzzzzzzzz..."
Guess what...I woke up the next morning and...nothing.
So what does this mean, leadies? Is it physiological? Is period flow a mind-over-matter thing? Omg.
Oh, speaking of controlling our bodily functions, there's this new app called RunPee.
So you know how you go to the movies and right when the good part is starting, you have to go pee? It's a big fiasco. Well there's this sweet new app called RunPee. This app is badass, ladies. You tell the app what movie you're watching, the app syncs with the movie and then tells you the best times to go pee. Omg, right??
I supposed I could've shared the RunPee tip with the guys, but...honestly, screw the guys. They pee standing up.
Next thing: Two years ago my friends paid a male dancer to pull me on stage for my birthday. I was pissed at them - mostly humiliated that they paid for it, and he poured hot wax on me after I told him not to. I learned after that there's a special wax for kinky stuff...this wasn't it. My chest was red and sore for a while after. So I kinda lashed out at him by calling him a name. As mentioned in a previous post, I saw him again last year, and he definitely remembered me.
I saw him again two days ago at this snobby neighborhood supermarket that I usually stay away from. The customers are really snobby. Even the cashiers have attitudes. But it's the only place that sells my favorite bottle of moscato. Apparently, he lives in the neighborhood. And for whatever reason still remembers that I called him a name. Is that odd, or am I wrong? He must get insulted at least once in a while on the job.
I mean...he is short. He's like 2'4". Okay, not really.
So I apologized with more humility this time and explained that I was really angry with my friends and took my anger out on him.
Missin' N'awlins.
Then he went into this whole rant about how his new girlfriend is twice as hot as me and how she knows how "f*ckin' big" he really is.
I was standing behind him in the check out line while he continued his rampage. I was so confused. I think I might have dropped my shopping basket. lol
*shrug*
So now I feel even worse. I feel bad for calling him a name, which was childish and careless, and then for getting him all riled up again the other day. Should I have left it alone?
Speaking of strippers. ladies...Magic Mike XXL.
Two words.
Cheetos. And water.
You're welcome.
Illegal in-movie recording. #loveit
Yeah, I've seen it twice. Jealous?
If you're in the metro Detroit area, there's a new shoe store in Madison Heights that sells pretty pumps for...TEN DOLLARS!! Omg. I still managed to spend $82 there. They have men's shoes, too. I'd tell the guys but...screw the guys. They pee standing up.
Next question. Why do we have to work harder than men to be acknowledged at work? I mean REAL acknowledgement. Like pay raises or inclusion.I have 5 huge projects happening right now that I'm solely responsible for. I'm planning/executing every facet of:
employee talent show (next week)
employee lunch with the CEO (tomorrow)
employee health fair w/26 vendors (two weeks)
managers' yacht cruise for 200 managers and +1s (Monday)
...I can't even remember what else atm
All of this involves all sorts of communication, branding, posting, phone calls, triple counts, and don't even get me started on the yacht fiasco.
The only cool thing about not having time for friends is that my phone stays charged for days. Waking up to a phone on an almost full battery when you didn't charge it is like a small little win for the day. Sigh.
A coworker in another department and I report to the same exec. He's constantly in the exec's face. He'll resolve some little issue, like helping an employee fix something, and he'll spend hours in the exec's office bragging about what he did. He interrupts my meetings with the exec, he sits down at our lunch table and talks about his day. It's really obvious, and I'm not sure why the exec puts up with it.
Other than because he's a guy?
Seriously. If we did that - stalked our bosses and complained about our days - we'd be seen as whiny, moody, high-maintenance.
But my coworker? In the past year, he's received a raise, an employee recognition and a promotion.
Double standard, ladies. Seriously. Wtf.
A guy I use to be interested in had a girlfriend all along. How'd I find out? Cause I'm a stalker.
SMH. He was lying the whole time.
Well, he's a guy. So...yeah.
I can't stand my BFF's boyfriend. He's cheated on her numerous times. All of his friends are fully aware of his shenanigans. And he's sort of blatant about it.
Exhibit A
Boyfriend has a motorcycle accident and is taken to the hospital. One friend contacts my BFF, unaware that another friend has contacted the other girlfriend. Both show up at the hospital, and fireworks ensue. Boyfriend pleads with BFF to take him back, and - to my befuddlement - she does.
BFF and boyfriend go on vacay, and BFF complains to me that boyfriend texts someone else the whole time. And he only posts pictures of himself or with other tourists - not with her. Turns out he was texting the other girlfriend the whole trip and adding that he was on vacation with his buddies...not the BFF.
Exhibit C
He's been in and out of jail, he's in a gang, He has way too many guns - all illegal. He has a stupid temper.
I can't stand him. And she's well aware of that fact. She knows I want to twist his testicles into balloon animals. So she keeps us separate. Which sucks because I lose my best friend for a lot of the time.
I don't care that he's 6'2" or brags about his auto-whatever guns. I'm not afraid of him, and it only takes one second for me to go from 0 to 60 when I'm in protective mode. I'd like to say I stole that trait from my Father, but alas, it's all my mother's. She's like a little chihuahua.
But it's the BFF's life. Not mine. It's her fate to make.
Yesterday at lunch, I asked her for the hundredth time to help me understand why an insanely beautiful, strong willed, independent, smart woman like her would ever want to be bothered with this clown.
And then she gave me "the look". It's the look she gives me when she has to explain something about the world to me. Finally, she got all exasperated and said, "...because he has a big d*ck."
He gives me this really warm greeting when we pass. He greets me like I rescued his mother from a burning building. His whole demeanor changes, By the time we've passed each other, it feels like he just gave me a big hug.
No, it isn't the flirty look. The "I'm imagining you naked" look guys do when they see a random woman under the age of 50.
Nope, this is more like the look your grandmother gave you when you graduated from high school. It's hard to describe, but it's definitely a "Hello, Mia...I'm so glad for what you've done for me" greeting.
I only realized it this week. But he's been doing it for a while. I watched him discreetly today in the lunchroom. He mostly only greeted the people in his department, but from what I could see, they were just greetings. Like normal people. I cut through the tables to greet him on my way to put up my tray, and he actually put his fork down and again greeted me like I'm a long lost family member, and like he was just wasting time eating until he could greet me.
So I'm trying to think back to something we could have both been involved in. Maybe a community outreach thing. Or maybe I let him jump in front of me on the freeway. Idk. But it's driving me crazy. It's kind of uncomfortable to get a "thank you so much for waking up this morning and gracing me with your presence" greeting from a guy I don't remember doing anything for.
Idk. I'm dying to ask him what's up, but I'm afraid of the answer. It'll either be, "Well, you saved me my life...don't you remember?", or "Um...what look? Are you crazy? Psycho."
Headed to see Magic Mike XXL with the ladies. I'll see all you ladies there lol
Hey, here's how to go from "worker bee" to "night owl" in 5 minutes:
Replace suit jacket with cropped bolero or clingy jacket.
Remove pantyhose.
Replace work pumps with T-strap peep toes.
Unwind twisted hair bun and scrunch until hair is really foofy.
Here's an easy way to help the homeless community near you: Build a hygiene kit.
At your local dollar store, purchase some (or all) of the items listed below.
The idea of hygiene kits started while passing out lunches at MLK Blvd. and 3rd Ave., where a lot of Detroit's homeless community can be found. Several men asked me if I had any toilet tissue. You don't realize how important even something as basic as toilet tissue can be to someone without a home.
I went to several dollar stores for my purchases because I was looking for specific types of items. For instance, instead of buying a toothbrush and a toothpaste, I found the toothbrush/toothpaste travel kits.
You can keep the kits in your back seat for days when you find a homeless person at one of the entrance ramps. Helping someone stay clean is a really easy way to help them maintain their dignity.
Quick tip, you can use stickers to separate the men's from the women's kits.
1 roll toilet tissue
1 bar soap
1 minipack Facial tissue/Kleenex
Antibacterial wipes, spray or gel
1 toothbrush
1 toothpaste
1 bottle water (won't fit in gallon bag, but easy to carry)
1 comb
For Men, add...
2 razors
1 can shaving cream
1 men's deodorant
For Women, add...
1 pack maxi pads
1 bottle scented lotion
1 women's deodorant
Stuff I didn't Think About until After
Small mirror
Nail polish
Emergency 1st Aid kit (band aids, alcohol wipes, etc. Sort of a smaller version of this.)
There's too much to watch on TV! I don't know where to turn. And I can't remember all the station numbers. lol
Okay, there's ...
* Puppy Bowl XI
* Zombie Bowl (TWD with Shane!)
* Nonstop
* Law & Order Marathon
I need Liam Neeson to come over and shovel my snow. I'll bet he'd shovel the hell outta my snow. It would be completely obliterated lol.
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Wow. Even with all the lights off, the illumination from all the snow falling makes it look like all the lights are on.
MONDAY
Robot scoffs at baby shower invite. News at 11.
TUESDAY
They upgraded the restrooms and added those automatic flushers, and now the stupid toilet keeps splashing my butt with water before I can pull my skirt back down and run out.
I had a taste for Buddy's Pizza the other night. A spinach-tomato-onion pizza. Buddy's is in a more dangerous part of Detroit - city busses don't even stop there. But Buddy's Pizza is worth a bullet wound or two.
There was a flyer about a local missing woman on the counter. I scanned it and grabbed my heart because it felt like it had left my body. By the time the waitress came back with my pizza, I was already crying like a baby. She handed me the pizza and simply said, "I know. She's been missing since Monday." I probably looked like some crazy person sobbing all the way home. What this poor woman...and her family!...must be going through. I just can't. My poor Aussie friend had to suffer through my sobbing rant for hours. A selfless act, considering my trust level with would-be friends these days.
Note the bags, the dark circles,
and the general lack of grooming.
I didn't sleep that night. And very little since that night. I called the number on the flyer and spoke with Henrietta's daughter. She's creating a FB page for volunteers looking to help. I posted the flyer to bulletin boards at work and forwarded a copy to local FB friends to share. Her daughter allowed me to bring them dinner for the family yesterday. (I couldn't think of how else I can help, but hopefully this is one less small chore for them to worry about.) I also gave them a gas station card for all the leads she's hopefully receiving. It's hard to ask to help without sounding too stalker-ish. We HAVE to find Henrietta soon, or I'll never sleep again.
I realize that a traumatic event can change a person's perspective on different aspects of their life. For instance, a car accident can make a person overly cautious about driving in traffic. For me, my recent incident left me numb. I did really stupid stuff, like walking into traffic before looking. That morphed into a sort of hyper-aware state. In casual environments, I immediately head for a corner in the room. I watch hands, acute movements, noises. Everyone is taller/stronger than me. I feel unprotected. Even with a gang of homies with me.
Aaand we're rambling.
The one that won't go away.
Where I was going was...do you think it's possible for a life event to change a person's sense of fashion? Yep, no transition there. I just went from Psych 101 to Self Magazine in 0.2 seconds.
So I'm sitting at the kitchen table with my coffee, wondering what to blog about today, and I realize that I'm buying a lot of red (or "whores' color" according to my father). Without thinking, I choose red. I'm also suddenly fascinated with corsets, and retro pin-up fashion. Which is sort of hilarious because pin-up is designed for women with curves. Like this. Sigh.
A coworker sent the whole damn company a YouTube video with the subject line: "Witness the Power of God". And then she wandered around all day blathering on about how "the spirit of God was really with those people". It was only a matter of time before she got to my desk. I'm a little busy, woman.
If you're a scientist, you'll say that there simply wasn't enough moisture and warmth in the air to keep the tornado going.
If you're a religious person, you'll say that this was the act of a God answering the prayers of His faithful flock.
If you're like me, you're thinking, "Soooo....someone had a video camera, but no one had a car? Bus? Mule? Nothing?"
This post isn't really about what you or I believe happened here. But what we do when our opinion strongly opposes the opinions of others. I so want to have a rational debate with her. Maybe give her a reasonable alternative for the tornado's dissipation. But engaging a fanatic in a discussion that questions her beliefs could be a really bad idea.
Have you ever strongly opposed someone's beliefs but kept quiet, even if keeping it in made you sick to your stomach?
THURSDAY
Things I am forced to endure on this day.
Don't ask.
I've locked myself in the den. No, really. I moved the vanity halfway in front of the door. Zombie apocolypse-style, yo. Watching Pride and Prejudice. Again. This movie is by far the only non-syfy flick worth your time.
Although it is its own kind of sci-fi in that it offers an unrealistic, alien/not human portrayal of reality. A stuffy attractive man is drawn to a lower class opinionated woman despite his birthright and her crazy mother and can't stop watching her even when more appropriate women are in the room and comes to her rescue a million times and patiently waits for her to notice him turns out to be a real person? Sigh.
Why can't Mr. Darcy be real?
I need more tea.
FRIDAY
Just walked in to total mayhem at my house. It's 2am, for pete's sake!
Who is Pete?
I wore my new corset over some jeans and a lace top and a pair of wedge boots, but now I can't get the damned thing off. The prong thingies are like wedged into my skin.
Is there some remedial medieval torture device class I missed?
Henrietta is still missing. Police searches with K9 units, volunteer searches and still nothing. I spoke with her daughter today, and asked her to please keep my number for anything I can do to help. She seems overwhelmed by everyone's concern. She's received calls and assistance from as far as Quebec, Canada.
My mother grows shadier every day. Some Japanese pharmacologist(?)...I don't even know what "farm-a-cologist" means...is visiting the states tomorrow. Now, my mother is smart. She timed it so that FarmDude would visit while my family is here. The insane asylum that is my house would distract me enough to not be annoyed with him, every bedroom is taken, and there's no chance of us doing anything improper (hilarious).
Seriously. I can't move.
I see what she did there.
Well, two things, Maasa: 1st, FarmDude likes Star Wars, not Star Trek. For the millionth time, they're completely separate. Sigh. 2nd (also for the millionth time), I can't understand a word he's saying.
Why am I writing this? My mother never reads my blog anymore. And her timing couldn't be worse. I can't fathom entertaining a random strange man atm.
So I'm taking myself out on a date tomorrow. Ice skating, then brunch & unltd mimosas, then to see The Interview. We tried to see it earlier tonight, but the line was quite literally a block long.
I hope FarmDude likes burping babies and stepping on grapes and watching TV with the volume on full blast because he can't hear over all the racket. I'm outtie!
It's "Shark Week" on Discovery. Woot! I cannot believe my mother gave all my shark books away when I was little. I could be a sharkologist by now.
Sharkologist. It's a word. You're welcome.
Cute little guy. He was obviously not hunting the swimmer. He was being curious. I wanna squeeze his cheeks. The narrator guy was all, "Uh oh. Uh oh. Uh oh."
And the shark was like, "I know, right?" (Full story here.)
I've never seen a real one. Or whale shark. Or whale anything. I wonder how massive a whale's tail really is in real life. Whenever I YouTube search "whale tail", I get girls in thongs. Sigh. (Coincidentally, how come when I search for the trailer for "Hunger Games/Mockingjay", I get the "50 Shades of Grey" trailer?)
Is it weird that I want to swim with them? Sharks, not girls in thongs. Great whites are majestic and beautiful predators. Tiger sharks are powerful and clever. That part at the end of Open Water, when the chick's husband dies from jellyfish stings and the shark bite, and she just kind of gives up and all the sharks are hovering around her? Best scene ever.
Did you know that hammerheads are the only species of shark that are completely unafraid of humans? I didn't either. Also, they can grow up to 20 feet - larger than most great whites. That's crazy. Just learned it.
But the scream.
It is amazing how folks get all huffy from shark attacks after invading the shark's space and destroying their 'hoods. Maybe if we stopped paddling in the middle of nowhere on giant boogie boards and trying to look like cute little excited baby seals, sharks wouldn't think we were the #2 combo meal.
Lesson learned:
If it takes you 37 minutes to find your favorite mascara,
it may be time to toss some stuff.
Also, sharks don't even like the way we taste. We are, apparently, not soft and succulent enough for their tastes. So moisturize all you want, Australians. (Why Australians? Because, if my count is correct, 99.999997% of the people interviewed about their near death shark attacks in the last 5 hours have been Australian. Crazy Aussie folks see sharks and still jump in and start barking like a seal.)
Sharks are what spiders so wished they could be when they grow up.
Speaking of spiders, there's a giant spider on my living room wall. I just sprayed my "spider concoction" (bleach/alcohol/dish soap) on him, and he literally laughed at me and walked away. Seriously!
That was two hours ago. If I go back down there and he's still chillin' on the wall, I'm moving out until he leaves.
Too many shady contractors. If you're wondering about the outcome with the most recent guy, he decided that 8pm the next night was the best time to start the project. I decided it wasn't.
Gonna do it all myself. The plastering, sanding, caulking, taping and painting aren't a big deal. The TV wall mount thing and the weird bathroom shelving aren't too scary, although I forsee shattered glass from a heavy plasma TV in my future. But I can't change the shower arm/head until I figure out where the main water valves are. This house is old, so even YouTube couldn't help me find them.
My life is in mayhem mode. My brother wants me in Japan permanently by August 2014. The guy from the Start Up Grind event a while back wants me on his team. His sweetass team, if I may add.
Shoving cotton candy into my mouth and waiting forever for the lecture to start...
Me: "There's my new friend, ready to go."
Krystal: "The chicken is pretty good."
Me: "..."
lol
Talk about perks. His office doubles as a recording studio. I would have a swing and skateboards and robots at my disposal. And a popcorn machine.
And there's a constant supply of ice cream in the fridge. His assistant advised me of this. This is huge.
But I just got a promotion last December. I came in little under budget for an employee family movie event last weekend. The execution's getting easier. Movie purchase, collateral, announcements, ticket distribution, venue, staffing, and a boatload of movie foods. 850+ attended. I had a photographer take family photos at a movie prop on their way out. The event went smoothly and I had idle time to watch the families rush over to get photos taken.
I got A's on my first two Arabic quizzes. I don't want chocolate. I'm kinda Trekked out atm. And the kids at the event were...cute.
So how hard was it, really, for the chick who plays Artemesia(sp?) in 300: Rise of an Empire (a.k.a., "A Sea of Abs") to accept that role?
"Um, yeah...so you'll have to stare at men's abs all day, you'll have to wear what appears to be the ancient Grecian version of badass Chanel gowns for the entire movie, you'll get to boss men around...oh, and you have to do the dirty with the hot leader guy with the beard that goes all the way around his neck...but you do get paid for it. And I guess you could keep the gowns if you want."
Really????
Seriously. They could've pay me in chocolate and [deleted...cannot believe my mother caught that].
Tried to sit on Kristyl's lap,
but her giant boobies were in the way.
Is that the same Mickey Rourke? The villain from Iron Man 2? Or a different actor with the same name?
Why is he chasing the stiff, homely attorney chick wearing all the clothes when he's surrounded by naked Brazilian women?
Whoa... Random dilapidated building sex under suspicious stream of water with no logical source!
This movie is dirty.
What tha... sex in a limo in front of other peeps who are just trying to get home safely. "Excuse me, ma'am. Could you please move your angry sex act to the next seat over?"
This was 1990? I thought the whole decadent "STD? What's an STD?" thing happened in the 70's.
Wow. Okay, this is a bad movie.
Granted, I'm writing this like 20 minutes later.
Cuz I had to watch the movie for a few moments. You know, "confirm my suspicions" that the movie was actually dirty.
I saw Ride Along yesterday. It was really funny. Great chemistry between Ice Cube & Kevin Hart. I don't care for KHart generally, but his Napoleonism stuff worked well here. Think "Rush Hour" with a higher budget. A turned up Chris Tucker.
So the theater assigns your seats. A couple were in our seats, so they moved two seats down. They moved four more times because the real ticketholders kept showing up. That last time was a close one. I don't think the real ticket holders appreciated her attitude. Alas, no pre-movie fight for entertainment.
At that point, I reclined my chair and realized my boots were on the wrong foot.
Later, I logged in to SL to kill 30 minutes before a Skype call.
I just found out that the ex who ignored my calls while I was in Japan - "Mr. Yellow Fever" - 's girlfriend is one and the same person as another SL friend's undercover girlfriend.
Like a damn soap opera...one which I'm so glad I'm not a part of. But privately makes me smh with a smirk. Which is bad. And I should be ashamed. But I would've been right in the middle of that mess, and probably none the wiser. There's a real world just outside of your doors, people. You don't have to be crazy glued to your chairs.
So, I'm watching The Bachelor, and a contestant explained my thoughts on SL perfectly. She said: "Here, you have to make a spectacle of yourself to be noticed. It's just not in me to be different a different person because I'm here. In the real world, I can just be me." She's haafu. The smartest one on the show. Go figure. Pffh.
Second Life should enhance your first life; not replace it.
National holiday today. MLK. Been working in the bathroom this morning and washing sheets. I'm dying to bleach the bathtub, but I'm told the bleaching product is very strong, and lasts for 3 days. So it needs to be warmer so I can keep the bathroom window open.
Feels like time for a change. I'm trying L'Oreal's Ombre. "Ombre" is meant to look like a gradual progression in color along the length of your hair. Like your color is settled/fading from the root. So more natural, less GAH!
So I just FaceTimed with a giant red-haired Barbie who sounded suspiciously like my little niece. Hmm...talking Barbie...my niece's voice...I'll crack this case if it kills me.
I'm blogging while under the influence of a romance movie. Watching Pride and Prejudice(The Keira Knightly version, based on Jane Austin's 1813 novel). I refuse to confess to watching a romantic movie. So let's just pretend it takes place on a spaceship.
Yeah, it's romance-y. But its also about social classes and breaking social rules and stuff. That's all secondary. The crux of the story is that rich Mr. Darcy is all stuffy and bound by the rules of his social class, but he has the hots for Elizabeth, who's family is poor, and she's sort of a brat. It's also really funny. Elizabeth's mother is a trip, trying to marry her daughters off to whatever rich dude walks by. She's like an old school Kris Jenner. And the short cousin who wants to marry Elizabeth...Mr. Bingly, I think? Love it.
Anyway, I love that Darcy seems so boring and drab and proper, and that he's so drawn to Elizabeth's light and spunk and apparent lack of interest in him. The dude that plays Darcy is perfect for the role. Any responses to her are said in a sort of monotone feigned fatigue. But his eyes follow her around the room like a moth to a flame.
Well, it's Keira Knightly, so duh. But still, I wonder what that kind of attention - being privately adored that way - would feel like to normal women. So I watch him for the whole movie. I barely notice the other actors.
Best part is coming up. Elizabeth has already dissed Darcy's earlier awkward marriage proposal, which he didn't understand since he's rich and all, but she finally realizes she can't live without him.
"You have bewitched me body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you..." See, you gotta understand that, until this point, he's shown absolutely no emotion at all. And super intimate without a kiss.
OMG don't cry don't cry don't cry...... DAMMIT!
Sigh. I want a Mr. Darcy who turns into a human halogen bulb when I walk into the room.
And why does everything sound awesomesaucier with a British accent?
Speaking of happy endings existing only in fairy tales...
Yellow Fever is when a non-Asian person is attracted to/only dates persons of Asian ethnicities, solely based on stereotypes and fantasy. A person...say an ex-boyfriend who left you for dead after an earthquake...who completely immerses himself into a specific Asian culture, and only goes out with Asian women (as long as they look "asiany"), has Yellow Fever. Short stature, dark hair, monolids...those aren't simply a part of a package of mayhem. They're requirements.
Please understand. I'm so proud of my family and their experiences. I hope that I can one day live up to even a quarter of the respect they've earned. Being immersed in two cultures, I truly get how meeting someone from a different culture can spark up genuine interest in that world. It's wonderful to watch a new friend sort of mentally compare cultures that way.
But SOME guys...they're so smooth. You think they see you. But he never saw me for more than the hint of yellow I would add to his world. I was a national flag. Not a person. And he's still doing it. And I was so stupid.
So I'm deciding what kind of gun I want. This is complicated, and not for the faint of heart. Because you have to actually imagine in graphic detail a possible scenario where you would have to use it.
I don't like guns. I've been anti-gun my whole life. And I don't like the feel of it, or the intent, when its in my hand. But the reality is that I live the right next to Detroit. I live alone in a big house. I hear gunshots a minimum of once/week. I live next to an increasingly popular park area. I'm often out late. I check on my neighbor after work every day, which means walking through the park. (I decided not to blog about the broken glass I walked in to one evening).
So what are my options? Move, or protect myself. I've been looking to relocate for a long time. But every place has its drawbacks. Denver has less crime, and it's beautiful...but the cost of living is ridiculous. Toronto has the culture and entertainment I want, but not the education or opportunity. Mass, Texas...I've checked them all out. So the logical immediate decision is to protect myself. Protect my family's home, which I've done.
And there's no avoiding why you want the gun. The reasons become abundantly clear when you begin deciding which sort of gun you'll want. This one shoots a hole right through a person, Shaun of the Dead-style. This one uses bullets that split up when they make contact, shredding the flesh. And that other one, you can just sort of aim anywhere in the general vicinity of your target, and you won't miss.
Grown up decision, yes.
But still, better than deciding, "should I go get some ice cream after this baby tears and shreds its way out of my bloody womb and becomes the biggest bill collector of my life for the next 18 years, or should I just stab myself?"
Marc - Friends don't let friends kidnap their iPhone.
So it took me so long to finish this post that Breaking Dawn 1 is on. The part where Bella dies during childbirth and Edward has to tear the baby out with his teeth?
I'm watching this 1980s movie called Weird Science. So these two nerds make their dream woman and she spends the whole movie trying to build up their self confidence by embarrassing the hell out of them.
Seriously can't stop laughing. The music and the people in the TVs and the rocket in the house and the fashion. It's perfect.
Of course, nothing perfect can be left alone for very long.
Buying the dvd. lol @ "soundtrack now available on cassettes".
Work events were all successes. Final costs were $15k under budget. Woot. In afterthought, I should've used it. Otherwise, I lose the extra 15 next budget.
One was a community outreach lunch for Kids Kicking Cancer. I thought it was important to do this one first. Employees played Secret Santa to over 30 families. There were so many presents that we had to open another room for overflow.
Another one was a movie for employees and their families. Despicable Me 2. Popcorn, pretzel bites, rice crispie treats, brownies, ice cream, cotton candy, sugar-induced comas for all. Oh, yeah. I gained 4 lbs. in the last month.
The two big ones were the strolling reception dinner and the "Battle of the DJs" event. So much planning, so many vendors, staffing, sound checks, so many last minute fiascos, so many security rule changes at the door - mid party...so much "why did I wear heels today?"
Stayed in our hotel for the nights of those parties. The shower felt like warm clouds rinsing over you. But the tub? Sweet geezus. I couldn't shake a bug I caught earlier in the week. By the end of the last event, I was dizzy and I felt hot, then cold. The security guy made me sit down and brought me some juice.
Which made me have to pee. Try running in heels on snaggly carpet to a restroom waaay down the hall. Dammit.
One of the DJs gave a few shout outs on the radio yesterday, and employees called in to say they had a great time. That was cool to hear.
It's Saturday morning and I'm watching the Weird Science movie, and then I think Jerry Springer. And eating pizza.
I want an omelet. With tomatoes and spinach. Maybe I'll go up to the cupcake place. OMG. What's wrong with me.
So this post is obviously lacking everything but random clips. Confession: It's mostly for prosperity. I can free up some space on the iphone, and also look back later and say, "Oh yay... I did that!"
Anyway, I decided to get a tattoo and found the old book in some boxes in the basement. I decided on my rib cage for a few reasons, partly because I incurred a small scar there recently. It was a pretty random resolution, but not.
