May 24th, 2010

I

am

appalled.

This…”article“…

The lead should read: Just when you think the women of the world were ‘progressive’…well think again.

The entire article is aimed at [get this:] fashion trends that repel men. Don’t believe me? It’s no joke people, I wish it weren’t so.

Now realistically, my little corner of the net isn’t visited. I’m no idiot, I check the stats when I log in. The only comments I get, save for one, are ping-backs. That’s some sort of pity comment auto-generated by WordPress. Heck, I’m TWEETING TO MYSELF [follow me?].

So really, I won’t influence anyone against this…chick [not a nice term for those who assume it isn't a sexist term - but I'm not the kind to toss around the b-word unless I've had a few Sex on the Beaches] but her blog may, with its numerous followers unfortunately. So really, I’m just ranting to myself, but nonetheless, it needs to be said.

[Ok, here she goes...look out!]

You see, the thing is, in this little peach I like to call the 21st century, we women folk are not obligated to impress the men folk. We do NOT have to wait around for a man to approach us, manrepeller, we approach them if need be. And we do NOT have to wear a skirt to attract a man. We can do that with what I like to call ‘intellect.’

in·tel·lect
Pronunciation: \ˈin-tə-ˌlekt\
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English, from Middle French or Latin; Middle French, from Latin intellectus, from intellegere to understand — more at intelligent
Date: 14th century

1 a : the power of knowing as distinguished from the power to feel and to will : the capacity for knowledge
1 b
: the capacity for rational or intelligent thought especially when highly developed
2 : a person with great intellectual powers
3 : a woman who understands that attracting a man by wearing something out of Playboy [oh wait, they have women in pant suits...like guys ever fantasize about THAT. It's repelling!] that you’d see on a loose 18-year-old at da club: skirt, tank top, hooker heels – attracts the most pig-like men and are therefore to be worn when the point of the outing is to attract such oinkers or to just feel better about yourself when you dance with your gals and vocally/physically repel those men whence you are finished dancing
4 : a little gift from the gray matter between your ears that helps you decide that you do NOT want to be a stereotypical skank in a skirt [except at times mentioned in #3], and that you want to express your individuality while respecting yourself

Wearing pants or boy-like clothes does not, a manrepeller make. Being an intellectual-looking girl in a bar surrounded by men who are looking for a *whistle noise* and go may make someone feel like a manrepeller, but put that same girl in an advanced college class and see how many advances are made. It’s the audience, not the clothing.

So respect yourself, wear whatever you want to, and PLEASE do not base your ability to attract men on what you should be wearing. Try going for what’s between the ears, not what will get you between the sheets.

But hey, what do I know, I’m half lesbian for christ’s sake. I only wear pant suits and play sports, right?

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May 14th, 2010

Alright, I’m no expert on body language. I have zero degrees and absolutely no qualifiers that make me knowledgeable on paper, but I’m darn good at reading people for the most part.

I just watched this video, and I must say – the woman is speaking from the note cards in her head, and she’s saying things that she – deep down – doesn’t agree with.

Let’s start with the basics of communication. Shaking your head means no, so when you say something like “I believe that is the right thing,” and you’re head is pointing from one 45 degree angle to another repeatedly, it implies that you do NOT believe that is the right thing.

That’s just what Mrs. Bush did when she was speaking about legalizing gay marriage. She may agree that it’s coming [which she honestly promotes with a nod], but she doesn’t completely agree with the fact that it should be between anyone. Could this be because she plans to run for some sort of office? Hey, that’d win her the gay vote, maybe.

It might also serve to separate her as a person from good ol’ Dubya. If the public starts to give her a separate identity, and a positive one with a liberal side, then she can both gain the support of the unsuspecting Dubya supporters who don’t care if she supports gay marriage [I mean SOMEone voted him in, right?....Right?!] and those that wouldn’t support Dubya again if you paid them due to their liberal common sense [like the messaging there?].

Touche, former first lady. Hell, it’d work on me if you made a promise to actively support legalizing gay marriage AND repealing the don’t ask don’t tell policy.

I’m a sucker for 1st amendment rights.

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May 14th, 2010

Credit: Reuters

After this poor boy loses his entire immediate family, I have to admit, I’m contributing to the e-stalking. I read more than a few articles, including his late father’s blog.

What moved me most about the entire story, was this page.

Every single comment is emotional, heartfelt, and inspiring.

It’s moments like those that make you tear up and renew your faith in humanity.

Get well soon, Ruben. You’re an amazing person meant to do great things.

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April 28th, 2010

So there I was, innocently posting on my other WordPress blog [different purpose, and no I'm not showing anyone], when I clicked the mystical “This post is super-awesome” box as it is now a habit with said blog [thanks for helping my OCD, WordPess].

I’m not posting at a reasonable hour, because I couldn’t sleep. This means the roommates are asleep. I’m also posting from someone’s desktop, because someone’s [that would be me] laptop is still busted.

So what do I get for innocently adding to my other piddly little blog?

Well, WordPress, wouldn’t you like to know.

A video clip popped up, as it sometimes does with this new feature, of Tiger Woods and the crowd in some kind of rejoicing moment. Normal, right?

Well not when I was already into the next tab as I had forgotten all about this little video possibility. And it wasn’t a normal sound that suddenly exploded through the stereo sustem speakers hooked up to this desktop which doubles as a tv/entertainment system, it was white noise with what might be screaming.

Worst yet – it took me a good couple minutes to jump 3 feet in the air, fumble for the mute button, and wait in silence for angry military members. Because it is not my desktop.

I thought our house was haunted, WordPress, I’ll have you know. I thought I was being attacked at 1 AM by whatever it was in the movie “White Noise.” I don’t think I’ve ever had such an episode of mini-terror.

Thanksss.

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April 20th, 2010
Live Vote – http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/17349102/ns/business-careers/
Why do you hate your job?   * 14414 responses
Long hours
4.3%
Commute
4.1%
Boss
11%
Co-workers
5.9%
Stress
14%
Pay
15%
All of the above
24%
Are you kidding? I love my job!
21
%
Not a scientific survey. Click to learn more. Results may not total 100% due to rounding.

Okay, so the majority of people today don’t like their jobs. I get that. But there are a fraction of us who actually like what we do.

And you know what? Negativity, you unsatisfied people, is not welcomed.

Who the hell wants to be in an office where the majority of people are complaining about their jobs? Not I, said the smart one.

Even if your boss is a complete idiot – they often are – and you work hard for what seems like nothing, you should still have a positive attitude about what you do, or chances are, you’re not going to make it very far at it, or at anything. Most of the time, life is what you make it. So if you make it great, it IS great. Even as a waitress, I was the best and happiest damn waitress out there, especially when I got a job as a writer.

I’m fairly certain that everyone has a negative nancy at their office or workplace for the most part. Be it in male or female form, this negative nancy always seems to have some story about why the man is a moron, the system is faulty, and the future is bleak.

Why spread that kind of aura?

I forgot my headphones today, much to my demise. So as I’m plugging along, my poor, positive and happy ears couldn’t help but be filled with negative nancy’s drama and negativity. So what did I do? I left.

He can talk all the smack he wants to about me being lazy and leaving if it gives him something to word vomit about, but I earn that privilege from the life decisions I’ve made, and by god I’m going to use them. Especially when someone is polluting my place of solace and creative writing.

In the end, I truly believe that neg. nancy will lose a lot of the friends that they once had, and all the respect they’ve earned by working hard. They may even be fired. Because let’s face it – no one wants to hear that crap.

So please – all you negative nancies out there: find a silver lining, and leave us content people the hell alone.

Live Vote
Why do you hate your job?   * 14414 responses
Long hours
4.3%
Commute
4.1%
Boss
11%
Co-workers
5.9%
Stress
14%
Pay
15%
All of the above
24%
Are you kidding? I love my job!
21%
Not a scientific survey. Click to learn more. Results may not total 100% due to rounding.
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April 20th, 2010

Doesn't do it justice, trust me...

So with our rent of collectively $1900, my roomie and other roomie slash girlfriend decided to venture out in the ways of home buying. They of course want to flip a house, like so many others, but for better reasons than most – we’re dumping a mortgage-worth of money into rent yearly, and we’re going to be in the area for possibly another decade.

I, of course, don’t want anything to do with this venture, as I’m 21 and I don’t have any vision of permanency at this point past long-term renting and pet owning.

But for them, I’m completely supportive in anything they [well she, mostly] wants to do. Naturally. So there we were, happily browsing through the cheap and gorgeous homes of today’s market, when we came upon this scary looking house.

So what do we impulsive gals do? Well we drive out there, of course! Since it’s uninhabited and also after midnight, we deem it safe and intriguing and off we go in the stang.

Arriving there, I thought – Yes. This is incredibly creepy. The house itself was built in 1920, and that’s pretty evident, even after dark.

But, and here’s why it’s a dream home, it’s got more space than you can imagine for a yard, it’s surrounded by a couple acres and beyond that – rich, new homes [its not as great as rolling hills, mountains or forests, but it beats south side suburban dc], it’s also got a kennel, 2 [could fit 4 comfortably] car garage, some forest! area, and the perfect beginnings of a garden.

Now, don’t take that fact lightly, because I’ve been dreaming about making and owning a garden ever since I saw “the Secret Garden” as a kid. It’s one of those bucket-list-and-dreaming-of-it-whenever-possible-probably-would-pay-big-money-for-it-am-drooling-at-the-thought-of-it…things. So to possibly have the opportunity to do this, is so very. Very. Big.

So what do I do? Some preliminary eye shopping, that’s what!

I’m a huge fan of green, lush gardens with some grassy sanctuary areas. there’s just something about having your own land that looks somewhat like what it should look like, a small taste of what nature would do if it had free reign again, only prettier, neater, and in organized designs.

There’s always something about being in nature that resets everything – from the stresses of life to the feeling of being in a crowded city. Just watching nature or seeing a beautiful garden seems to give back to the soul and make you that much more whole again.

It feels like pressing a reset button.

So I’ve already got what I want in my head – a lush garden of twists, turns, colors and green sanctuaries perfect for picnics or just for sitting.

And while I calculate how I could sacrifice new clothes, bday and Christmas presents, a new dog, and ANYthing I’ve been spending my 30k on, I did so willingly and happily.

Only to find that we may just get a loan for some general – and hopefully not much needed – fixing upping.

So, I could probably get a pond along with all of the rest of the landscaping materials I’d need without sacrificing every dollar I make other than what I need for rent and maybe food every now and again?

This must be a dream, and that makes this a dream home.

Though it’s not mine, I just know what I could do with those two ledges, the front yard, and in the forest. I imagine a lush garden complete with pond, green areas, and so much peace. Even further, I see a few ducklings, koi, maybe a waterfall or two, some frogs and some small rabbits.

Now that, that would most certainly be heaven.

Who knows? Maybe we’ll have enough to go crazy and do something you only see in magazines!

Either way, I’m already drooling.

I’ll post more as we revisit the dream home.

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April 16th, 2010

Ugh.
Cat trees…buhhhhh.

When you walk into someone’s house, and you see one of those terrible trees, you know your bud is…a cat lady. Man or woman, that’s just what they are. They pay a bit too much attention to their kitty children’s needs than the norm or than what is socially acceptable.

Now, don’t get me wrong – if I had an extra room, I’d make it a cat haven complete with trees and shelves and I’d adopt a couple of shelter cats to play with the two we have now in their own little space, but I don’t.

What I do have is a chic house, with a bedroom and an office for me, both of which remain cat-free. The office – because of the birds I keep in there, the bedroom – because I don’t like cat hair on my brand new comforter.

I’ve also got two roomies, who don’t appreciate cat ladiness any more than I do.

Ahem, that’s not going to stop me from eventually getting a

This...is awesome.
I am SO getting one of these. I mean my cats can only see so much with a lame, 2D window. Only $296 including shipping! (www.thefelinesolarium.com)

feline solarium by the way, but I digress.

Now the reason I’m posting about cat furniture is that I remembered seeing something small and yet fun and chic not too long ago. Payday was yesterday, and so I had money on the brain. Not in my pockets burning a hole, because as a responsible [what's that?] adult, I have a budget. So really, it’s spent before I get it.

So while I was planning out my monetary obligations for the next six months, and trying to factor in a feline solarium, I tried finding this small/fun/chic playset for my kitties for the future, but I couldn’t find it. Instead, I was bombarded by trees, neat new ideas, terribly done old ideas, and so much in between. I overloaded my eye balls with this online information for a couple hours – and I feel that this is enough to make me an expert on the subject. So naturally, I’m blogging about it. OK! Here’s what I’ve found…

The traditional cat lady’s cat trees, while they may be fun for her 15 cats, are a bit scary to look at.

not if it still costs a paw and a leg.
Cute, but cute + modern = / = cheap

The alternative? There’s plenty of “modern” choices for cat owners, but most of the choices aren’t modern and cheap. While very cute and not too – carpet on wooden towers, that always just screams cat lady.

So you’ve got to start from scratch here with your way of thinking. Tried cheap and fun, but that’s ugly and scary. Tried modern and fun, but that’s too expensive. What the heck is the alternative?

The average cat person is ok with their feline buddies sleeping on the couch, or on the bed. Most of us have a clever hiding spot for the litter box. So the only real issue is – what cat furniture can someone get to entertain their kitty that won’t end up taking away from their overall style.

The most popular solution I’ve found: cat shelves. There’s a few

Not for books.

manufacturers that make cute variations of the shelves, but they’re not very large, and could probably be taken out with a few scratch sessions. I mean my cats took out a wooden mirror frame for gods sake.

I did find a little Mom & Pop company however, that uses two by fours and durable carpeting.

Kat Wallks (www.katwallks.com)  actually look more like railings on stairs, orfuzzy shelves than actual cat furniture. It’s an incredible alternative to those terrible condos or trees, and it beats having a bunch of small shelves. They’re long enough to put maybe one at a 45 degree angle and a corner shelf, and your cat is ten times happier than climbing up things that may fall over, or have obstacles on.

Support this momandpop operation.
Adorable, and not too cat lady-ish.

Hey, if that doesn’t work, you could always get a realistic cat tree for only a grand for the large design.

srsly?

(Pettreehouses.com)

The last style/cat needs clash in my opinion, is the scratching post. If you don’t have it out in the house, the cats will most certainly use whatever’s around. Much like if you don’t make the litterbox available enough, they’ll find a nice spot.

A great alternative to the couch corners and carpeting is a scratching post that fits to the base of any wall.

It’s cute enough to leave out and not be embarassed by, but it’s minimal enough not to take away from the rest of your style.

(www.moderncat.net)

And maybe it can help with any bad wall-scratching behaviors your cat may have. I know our Calico, Kali, loves to find weird shadows and spots on walls and tear them open so it eventually looks like we

Cat art.

were trying to dig out during the latest DC snowmageddon.

Personally, I like the little scratching squares that look like wall art to the untrained human eye, but that’s just me.

The alternative?

I prefer either of those choices to the plain post covered in carpet and string. Those aren’t too bad, but they aren’t too chic either.

And it sure beats those terrible, TERRIBLE cardboard scratchers. Those may work, but they don’t fit in any style scheme I’d want, that’s for sure.

So since we all can’t build a place that’s as neat as Nekobukuro in Japan, we can still make some kind of compromise so our kitties can still climb as they’re naturally inclined to do so, without breaking our budgets or compromising our styles.

The house is a pay-to-play place created because cats are expensive in the country, and many landlords don't allow feline friends in their doors.

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April 15th, 2010

So there I was, procrastinating, and up pops this featured blog from a woman I wouldn’t mind drinking with.

She talks a bit about what it’s like to be in a marriage in today’s world, blogs and social networking included. She’s an incredible writer, and I must recommend a visit. The post is fairly old, because I saved it from long ago to post about, but her blog is still around, and still interesting.

Give her a visit, and learn something maybe.

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April 15th, 2010

Starting a career at age 21

- – - – - – - – - -

The old grounds to be stomped on...

Go Bobcats! (Photo courtesy www.economics.gcsu.edu)

While most people were off at college, I was…well “off at college.”

The smell of the newly laid granite and concrete will forever stay with me. Sadly, I can’t say the same for the subject matter of the classes I rarely attended.

I can chock it up to partying and whatnot, or relationship drama, but the fact is – I just wanted to live.

I had been imprisoned as I felt it for my entire life with responsibilities to raise my younger siblings and to keep the peace in a tumultuous home. It’s not that I didn’t have fun – I had a great life for the most part. But I always felt those obligations and issues were huge walls around me. Walls that friends took years to get through, and relationships never broke through.

So when I got to college, I felt so incredibly free. I was a creative writing major, and loved it. For anyone who hasn’t taken any creative writing classes – TAKE ONE. You write so freely on one-word subjects like “home” or “window.” People write mini murder mysteries, some write anecdotes from fond or foul memories, or some write some eye-opening realizations. Everyone takes the subject into a different direction.

I felt so free in spirit, duties, and in writing – my most favorite thing.

So long story short, you apparently can fail for a lack of attendance. C’est la vie.

Fast forward to three years later, and I’ve got a career.

I’m 21, and like most Washingtonians, I’ve landed a salary gig with benefits.

Aint DC purty?

The Cherry Blossom Festival. DC can be a lovely place to look at. (Photo courtesy http://playingintraffic. wordpress.com/)

It blows my mind every day as to how I got here, and in the way of our parents – sans a degree.

It’s a reincarnation of my dream job – a novelist. I’m currently a writer on a weekly newspaper. What’s those?

Part of my fascination of my current paycheck-rendering pretense [just kidding, it's a tough job] lies in part in the fact that I…am a Plathist.

That means that I’ve got an acute form of…PLATHISM. Gasp!

READ IT NAO

The best book ever written, of course. (Photo courtesy http://jonotjoe. wordpress.com)

If you don’t know who Ms. Sylvia Plath is, you’re missing out. In any case, she destroyed a good bit of her work for a multitude of reasons – relationship issues [bastard husband], mental crises, rejection as a writer to name a few.

I’ve written hundreds of things thus far – the beginnings of novels, plays, poetry…all scrapped and shredded. Sometimes burned in true Plath fashion.

Now the best advice anyone can give you as a writer is to not think, but to write. Damn them. I write, and write, and write…til I’m about 60 pages in, and then…I destroy it. Not immediately, but eventually, it happens.

I’ve got an idea that I’ve been kicking around for a epic novel, but really – what does it matter? There are millions – billions? of writers just as I am, writing better probably, who have not only written, but have CREATED – that’s really what good writing is. JK Rowling is a perfect example. A whole new world she created based on an old idea of wizardry and witchcraft. Kim Harrison did the same, and her books are phenomenal. What is there left to create?

That idea, that everything’s already been done, and done better, is what keeps me to my destroying habit. It’s a good thing, I have to believe, and one day [maybe soon?] I’ll be attributed for not only writing, but for creating.

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November 16th, 2009

When you’re facing a deadline of any manifestation, lassoing your thoughts and sending them down the right road is more than impossible at home.

At least it is for me.

Whether I’m in our cozy living room in front of a fire, or outside embraced by the temperate Maryland greenery, I cannot gather enough stamina to maintain a stolid focus complete whatever it is I set out to.

Enter – coffee shop.

Bread & Chocolate Bakery

Bread & Chocolate Euro-style Bakery in Alexandria, Va. Love this place, not the waitresses.

This is where the stereotypical location of clicking keys and foaming lattes comes into play. Normally, I hate conforming. I try to stray from where the path may lead and head Emerson’s advice, but in this case, I find myself bleating and feeding with the masses.

Somehow, surrounded by strangers and the normal bustle of business, I find a niche in the stiff wooden chairs that is all my own. I hunker down and let the creative juices flow, attempting to corral both sides of my brain in a sad attempt that is reminiscent of a large woman in a log rolling contest.

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