So I'm driving home today and the radio is again pissing me off. I get so desperate I start scanning stations. I hit the local reggaetón station and they were playing a song I could totally relate to. Now, if only I could live it.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
The lies we believe.
Seriously kinda irrked/pissed about the whole Pluto thing. But really I only took this pic cause I wanted to compare my cel phone camera to my real camera. My real camera wins. In my other shot, you can't really tell much difference between the two. Oh well.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
Greatest Fears.
There comes a time when you get to that age when its inevitable that the possibility of losing one or both your parents becomes a very harsh reality.
To me, death was never something that scared or made me all that sad. Guess I'm just weird like that. When I was in Jr. High I found out that the Irish celebrate their loved ones passing while they mourn the birth of newborns. I'm not sure that applies to today's culture, but from what I remember at the time it made perfect sense, like a really bright light was lit somewhere.
I mean really why cry about dying? Don't take it to mean that I'm one to go the complete opposite and be like "Oh yea. Good riddance. They're gone. Move on", more like celebrate that I knew them and everything they taught me. Cherish the memories I have of them and share those with with everyone else that loved them. Of course tears are gonna happen, but I can't see that I myself would be selfish enough to still want them here, when where they are is better ~ because they don't have to deal with the burdens of everyday life (or medication, or pain, or discomfort and there's nothing I can do to help, except be there).
And by them, I mean my parents.
My mom has been having an abundance of health problems for the past two years. Nothing like cancer or anything, thankfully. More like she was just diagnosed with type two diabetes, on top of lupus, and add arthritis to that, in two years time. And in a way I'm mad. And its not her I'm mad at, but more like reality has set in and the clock is ticking.
Because I would always tell her to watch what she was eating. That she didn't raise me to eat that way. I would suggest that she take up walking with my dad, even if it was going up and down indoor air conditioned supermarkets. When I was a kid my mom would weigh what she ate, and work out to her VHS tapes. I even tried to be like her and Mousercise at 6am all summer long.
I don't know the difference between type 1 and type 10 or if there is even a type 10. But I do know now, that I'm more at risk that ever and I doubt that whatever she has is reversible.
One grandma lived until her seventies. My other grandma is still with us, and she's the only grandparent I have left, who also has diabetes. My grandpa passed away late last year from ulcer complications that finally led to internal bleeding. My dad has almost been taken away from me three times. T H R E E. And I know every reason was of very unusual, out of his hands, freak incident circumstances. But my mom. Most of it could have been prevented. My mom, who I always thought would live forever.
The reality is that the past doesn't matter, it's what I do with her today that counts.
I'm afraid that I might not get another 20 years with her, and now I might be one of those selfish people that I don't understand that cry at funerals. Which only means I need to enjoy what time I have left with her, and hope this is the scare that she needs to actually take care of herself, because nothing I said to her got into her head.
Please don't tell me that you can't change people, they have to want to change. I'm aware of that. I don't know what I'm mad at, but add this to the list of everything else that is just pissing me off lately, that I also can't seem to let go of.
The most important this is she's still here with me, and I get to see her this weekend. Hopefully I'll have done enough research to give her some useful advice.
So go on watch this and laugh, cause I've already cried enough for one day.:
To me, death was never something that scared or made me all that sad. Guess I'm just weird like that. When I was in Jr. High I found out that the Irish celebrate their loved ones passing while they mourn the birth of newborns. I'm not sure that applies to today's culture, but from what I remember at the time it made perfect sense, like a really bright light was lit somewhere.
I mean really why cry about dying? Don't take it to mean that I'm one to go the complete opposite and be like "Oh yea. Good riddance. They're gone. Move on", more like celebrate that I knew them and everything they taught me. Cherish the memories I have of them and share those with with everyone else that loved them. Of course tears are gonna happen, but I can't see that I myself would be selfish enough to still want them here, when where they are is better ~ because they don't have to deal with the burdens of everyday life (or medication, or pain, or discomfort and there's nothing I can do to help, except be there).
And by them, I mean my parents.
My mom has been having an abundance of health problems for the past two years. Nothing like cancer or anything, thankfully. More like she was just diagnosed with type two diabetes, on top of lupus, and add arthritis to that, in two years time. And in a way I'm mad. And its not her I'm mad at, but more like reality has set in and the clock is ticking.
Because I would always tell her to watch what she was eating. That she didn't raise me to eat that way. I would suggest that she take up walking with my dad, even if it was going up and down indoor air conditioned supermarkets. When I was a kid my mom would weigh what she ate, and work out to her VHS tapes. I even tried to be like her and Mousercise at 6am all summer long.
I don't know the difference between type 1 and type 10 or if there is even a type 10. But I do know now, that I'm more at risk that ever and I doubt that whatever she has is reversible.
One grandma lived until her seventies. My other grandma is still with us, and she's the only grandparent I have left, who also has diabetes. My grandpa passed away late last year from ulcer complications that finally led to internal bleeding. My dad has almost been taken away from me three times. T H R E E. And I know every reason was of very unusual, out of his hands, freak incident circumstances. But my mom. Most of it could have been prevented. My mom, who I always thought would live forever.
The reality is that the past doesn't matter, it's what I do with her today that counts.
I'm afraid that I might not get another 20 years with her, and now I might be one of those selfish people that I don't understand that cry at funerals. Which only means I need to enjoy what time I have left with her, and hope this is the scare that she needs to actually take care of herself, because nothing I said to her got into her head.
Please don't tell me that you can't change people, they have to want to change. I'm aware of that. I don't know what I'm mad at, but add this to the list of everything else that is just pissing me off lately, that I also can't seem to let go of.
The most important this is she's still here with me, and I get to see her this weekend. Hopefully I'll have done enough research to give her some useful advice.
So go on watch this and laugh, cause I've already cried enough for one day.:
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
The beauty of outsourcing.
I keep seeing reports in the news about all the fungus that chicks are catching all in the name of vanity. There are a multitude of reasons that I stay out of nail salons but the fact that they’re so unsanitary is the primary one. When these stories are features you’re bombarded with images and stories of cases where these shops obviously have unsanitary conditions and of course they warn us what to look out for if you just HAVE to have your beauty fix while frequenting the local nail shops.
Hey if anything, if you have eighty dolla’s to spend on some ridiculously over priced paint job, then you have the money to spend on getting that fungus removed. The sad thing is, you shouldn’t have to fear for your health because of sanitary neglect.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for the girly pampering sessions. I love taking trips to day spas and getting massages and facials. I even love having all my body hair ripped out. However when it comes to having somebody work on my nails, the line is drawn. In my experience most nail salons are run by people who don’t give a shit for customer service because they know SOMEBODY will continue to frequent their stores. On top of that their advertising is extremely misleading and what starts off as something that says $10 manicure / $15 pedicure ends up being around $55 if not much more.
You’re manipulated out of your money by all these little things. Charges range from removing your cuticles, putting lotion on your arms and even scrubbing your feet with sea salt. You gotta give these workers some credit though. I mean take a really good look at CERTAIN peoples feet and you will see the workers DO earn their money just for touching them nasty monkey claws. But if you say NO to these little offers they guilt you into it anyway. Yea, it feels awesome and tingly, but really. Is it worth it?
When you originally get in, you’re tricked into believing the wait is only 5 minutes. Which then turns to 20 and of course you have to look at old magazines that promote ‘perfect beauty’ which in fact makes you feel frumpy in comparison to the airbrushed beauties.
After you’ve waited, then you’re rushed to a chair and ordered to sit a certain way. Wow. I sure feel welcome and appreciated. You get to pick out a color, but certain colors cost more than others. If you want a pretty mural theme painted on your nails this is also more. And if you want that so called chip resistant top coat then that’s ALSO an additional charge.
Of course don’t forget about the lotion on your hands which then causes the paint to peel within 2 days, pretty much negating the amount of money you’re dropping onto your beautiful nails.
And if you’re unlucky enough to have sat in the salon while your paint was drying… Not to mention that they take your money BEFORE the paint job is finished, you know cause you don’t want to ruin your pretty nails by digging in your purse. But if you happen to get to your car and your paint somehow smears, fixing it definitely isn’t free.
No, I’m not speaking from experience, and I’m not bitter. Not at all. With the money that is spent on having somebody else paint my nails, I could just as easily buy the stuff to do it at home. . . and definately have better results, hopefully with no fungus.
Hey if anything, if you have eighty dolla’s to spend on some ridiculously over priced paint job, then you have the money to spend on getting that fungus removed. The sad thing is, you shouldn’t have to fear for your health because of sanitary neglect.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for the girly pampering sessions. I love taking trips to day spas and getting massages and facials. I even love having all my body hair ripped out. However when it comes to having somebody work on my nails, the line is drawn. In my experience most nail salons are run by people who don’t give a shit for customer service because they know SOMEBODY will continue to frequent their stores. On top of that their advertising is extremely misleading and what starts off as something that says $10 manicure / $15 pedicure ends up being around $55 if not much more.
You’re manipulated out of your money by all these little things. Charges range from removing your cuticles, putting lotion on your arms and even scrubbing your feet with sea salt. You gotta give these workers some credit though. I mean take a really good look at CERTAIN peoples feet and you will see the workers DO earn their money just for touching them nasty monkey claws. But if you say NO to these little offers they guilt you into it anyway. Yea, it feels awesome and tingly, but really. Is it worth it?
When you originally get in, you’re tricked into believing the wait is only 5 minutes. Which then turns to 20 and of course you have to look at old magazines that promote ‘perfect beauty’ which in fact makes you feel frumpy in comparison to the airbrushed beauties.
After you’ve waited, then you’re rushed to a chair and ordered to sit a certain way. Wow. I sure feel welcome and appreciated. You get to pick out a color, but certain colors cost more than others. If you want a pretty mural theme painted on your nails this is also more. And if you want that so called chip resistant top coat then that’s ALSO an additional charge.
Of course don’t forget about the lotion on your hands which then causes the paint to peel within 2 days, pretty much negating the amount of money you’re dropping onto your beautiful nails.
And if you’re unlucky enough to have sat in the salon while your paint was drying… Not to mention that they take your money BEFORE the paint job is finished, you know cause you don’t want to ruin your pretty nails by digging in your purse. But if you happen to get to your car and your paint somehow smears, fixing it definitely isn’t free.
No, I’m not speaking from experience, and I’m not bitter. Not at all. With the money that is spent on having somebody else paint my nails, I could just as easily buy the stuff to do it at home. . . and definately have better results, hopefully with no fungus.
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Read a mudda . . .
So I'm watching CNN today because like the good girl that I am, I wanted to be like all 'up to date' on my current world and social events and as I'm sitting there I see this:
As you know, the news prompters are making their typical monotone CNN educated PC observations and trying their hardest to not bust out laughing. I sat there in my living room, eyes glued to the tv and jaw agape down to the floor, I was mesmerized and shocked at what I was seeing. It didn't even seem that CNN had any censorship on-air, but it could be possible that my mind has grown so accustomed to filling in the gaps.
After it was over I had to youtube it to see the whole thing. The commentators were talking over the video, and of course was only partially aired. So I watched it, and I didn't know where to feel dirty, to laugh, or to shake my head in disbelief.
I have to say, I totally get the satire. Really I do. I even appreciate it as well as all the slander and offensive language. Seriously, how else are you going to reach out and slap your target audience? Watch this video and get past the frequent F-bombs and stereo-typical one-sided-accepted use of hip-hops N-'splicitive word and tell me if you can hear this songs very hard hitting message.
I'm not one to say that I get *inner-city* culture cause I don't. I didn't grow up there, much less know anybody that is proud to say rose-above and climbed out. I studied my ass off, during high school, in college and everything I've learned in between is something that can be applied to everyday life. The situation just has to present itself.
With that said I am of the belief that they chose to STAY there, surrounded by the mess they create for themselves. Not only do they not care for themselves, but they don't care for their surroundings, their offspring or the society they enclose and isolate themselves in.
The people that are able to rise above, either because they are smart, or talented and on some occasions both. Combine that with luck and you have the newest and most dangerous American: the superstar role models.
Long ago and even now, I'm moved by the deeply powerful lyrics that came out of these so called role models. When all they really are are self proclaimed, and proud of it, thugs. Every now and then one would sing something that really make you *THINK* and appreciate what you had and even be happy they were no longer a part of their former surroundings. It all that changes when you see them become these freakish role models and you hear them open their mouth. You gotta wonder: "Is this an act?". They propagate to all the other inner-city youth that they should be flossin their grills and spending their money on useless trash. On top of that, they make it seem that just because one person made it out, everyone else is ENTITLED to as well.
And that's just not the case. The American way now is different than it was 10, 20, 50 and surely 100 years ago. Todays kids believe they're entitled to be special because they've been told they're special their entire lives. They've had everything handed to them from day one and never had to work for it, figure it out, or do any of the hard work. I believe this applies to the inner city kids as well.
My generation is so full of angsty late 20 to early 40 years olds who tend to believe that you work for what you have and that respect is something that's earned not just handed out. My parents generation is of the belief that you respect anyone older than you, even if they're not worthy of it.
I might have gotten off track here, the point is. Todays generation of kids don't raise the kids they have, somebody else does. They don't care about anything except material possessions that mean nothing and have absolutely ZERO value from the point they've been paid for, usually by somebody else. And the only way that todays kids WILL read something is if you put in on your ass and SHAKE it.
I've been saying for years I wanted to make a tshirt on it that says "SMART" but I don't think that anybody but me would wear it. Education is everything and opens so many doors.
As you know, the news prompters are making their typical monotone CNN educated PC observations and trying their hardest to not bust out laughing. I sat there in my living room, eyes glued to the tv and jaw agape down to the floor, I was mesmerized and shocked at what I was seeing. It didn't even seem that CNN had any censorship on-air, but it could be possible that my mind has grown so accustomed to filling in the gaps.
After it was over I had to youtube it to see the whole thing. The commentators were talking over the video, and of course was only partially aired. So I watched it, and I didn't know where to feel dirty, to laugh, or to shake my head in disbelief.
I have to say, I totally get the satire. Really I do. I even appreciate it as well as all the slander and offensive language. Seriously, how else are you going to reach out and slap your target audience? Watch this video and get past the frequent F-bombs and stereo-typical one-sided-accepted use of hip-hops N-'splicitive word and tell me if you can hear this songs very hard hitting message.
I'm not one to say that I get *inner-city* culture cause I don't. I didn't grow up there, much less know anybody that is proud to say rose-above and climbed out. I studied my ass off, during high school, in college and everything I've learned in between is something that can be applied to everyday life. The situation just has to present itself.
With that said I am of the belief that they chose to STAY there, surrounded by the mess they create for themselves. Not only do they not care for themselves, but they don't care for their surroundings, their offspring or the society they enclose and isolate themselves in.
The people that are able to rise above, either because they are smart, or talented and on some occasions both. Combine that with luck and you have the newest and most dangerous American: the superstar role models.
Long ago and even now, I'm moved by the deeply powerful lyrics that came out of these so called role models. When all they really are are self proclaimed, and proud of it, thugs. Every now and then one would sing something that really make you *THINK* and appreciate what you had and even be happy they were no longer a part of their former surroundings. It all that changes when you see them become these freakish role models and you hear them open their mouth. You gotta wonder: "Is this an act?". They propagate to all the other inner-city youth that they should be flossin their grills and spending their money on useless trash. On top of that, they make it seem that just because one person made it out, everyone else is ENTITLED to as well.
And that's just not the case. The American way now is different than it was 10, 20, 50 and surely 100 years ago. Todays kids believe they're entitled to be special because they've been told they're special their entire lives. They've had everything handed to them from day one and never had to work for it, figure it out, or do any of the hard work. I believe this applies to the inner city kids as well.
My generation is so full of angsty late 20 to early 40 years olds who tend to believe that you work for what you have and that respect is something that's earned not just handed out. My parents generation is of the belief that you respect anyone older than you, even if they're not worthy of it.
I might have gotten off track here, the point is. Todays generation of kids don't raise the kids they have, somebody else does. They don't care about anything except material possessions that mean nothing and have absolutely ZERO value from the point they've been paid for, usually by somebody else. And the only way that todays kids WILL read something is if you put in on your ass and SHAKE it.
I've been saying for years I wanted to make a tshirt on it that says "SMART" but I don't think that anybody but me would wear it. Education is everything and opens so many doors.
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