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Saturday, June 24, 2006

To Watch or Not To Watch

from my myspace blog:

According to my lovely husband, today is Guggenheim's birthday and another fellow named Joss. Kind of a weird name for a dude, huh. Guggenheim invented the printing press and Joss writes. And I paint nails.

Tim said we should all write something, so I am. Those of you who know me, know that I can get involved or wrapped up in a certain cause in a heartbeat. I.e. going vegetarian (Over 6 years now!) because I saw a cute little cow at a petting zoo.

My next cause I feel I need to be involved in is helping the millions of refugees around the world. Yes, I watched the Angelina/Anderson Cooper special the other day. Yes, I was horrified. There were little kids whose hands were cut off. I just can't fucking believe how those militant fuckers can do that kind of thing and then sleep at night. I don't understand how they can rape women over and over, making their kids and husbands watch. What the hell kind of raising did those "people" have?

As I spoke to others about the dreadful situation these unfortunate souls are in, I get the response of- What about the people in our own country?

Well, I comprehend there are tons of people in our own country that need help. Yes, I understand that there are poor people that live in shitty apartments in bad neighborhoods with shoot-outs daily. I understand there are farms being taken away from our farmers because they can't afford to pay their bills anymore. I understand all that. However, I also understand we are so fucking lucky to be living in this country. If you want to better yourself, you can. You just have to want to bad enough.

There are many who are perfectly content with getting paid by Social Security once a month and sitting on the porch of their trailer eating the food they got from the food bank. They are perfectly fucking happy. They don't have shit to worry about other than picking up another pack of smokes (asthma... it's just a cough).
The old saying "God helps those who help themselves" comes to mind. Why the hell should I help them? They won't help themselves.

The people in the Congo, Sierra Leone, Darfur, they can't help themselves. They were forcefully removed from their home and lives by real terrorists. I think if we are going to be in a war, let's fucking go where we can help some people out that really need it. Fuck Iraq. We got their "leader" out of power from them. Do something about it now. Handle your own business.

If we are going to be the police of the world, let's start policing then. Once we get the fucking idiot of a president out of office, maybe we can focus on other parts of the world that don't have oil.

This brings me to my point- the point about watching horrible things on the T.V. I admit, I am a news junkie. I can't stand to not know what is going on in the world.

But, after watching the story about the refugees, I just thought, why the hell did I watch that. Now, it's all I can think about.

In my new industry, politics and world problems are not even looked at by my co-workers. As I say- did you hear ... They say no. I use to think, man, what a shame.

Now, I am a little envious of their ignorance. Because they do not watch the news, they don't know about the suffering and ongoing problems humans in this world are going through.

It caused me to have a relevation. The news comes on everyday. The sucky things will continue to happen everyday. If you don't watch it, it will still happen, you just won't know.

I have to know. I will keep watching. Because if you don't know, you can't help.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

More on the poor little seals...

A number of well-known asshole fashion designers have used seal fur and skins in their collections during the past several fashion seasons. By using seal skin and fur in items such as coats, tunics, dresses, shoes, vests, jackets, handbags, pillows, and even lamp shades, these designers are providing the Canadian government and sealers with an economic incentive to continue the hunt. Send a letter to these designers and politely request that they make their fashion more compassionate by ending the use of seal fur. Though the use of seal fur and skin is banned in the United States, these designers use seal products in their European and International Collections. Here are some points you can make. [http: // marine_mammals/protect_seals/ facts_about_the_canadian_seal_hunt.html]. Send your letters (if you live in the United States and you send your letters to Italy, postage will be $0.80) to the following design houses:
685 Fifth Ave.
New York, NY 10022

Donatella Versace
Versace S.P.A. Headquarters
Via Manzoni, 38
Milan ITALY 20121
Phone: 39 02 76 09 31
Fax: 39 02 76 00 41 22

Prada World Headquarters
Prada S.P.A.
Via Andrea Maffei, 2
20154 Milan, Italy
Phone: 39 02 54 67 01

Prada U.S.
Katherine Ross, V.P. of Communications
610 W. 52nd St.
New York, NY 10019
Phone: 212 307 9300

Birger Christensen
3tergade 38
DK-1100 Copenhagen K Denmark
Phone: 45 33 11 55 55
Fax: 45 33 93 21 35

The Odette Leblanc Collection
022 de l'% Rd., Pointe-aux-Loups
¬es de la madeleine PQ. G4T 8B1 Canada
Phone: 418-969-9385

Petit Nord OU
Pikk Tn. 67-1
10133 Tallinn
Phone: 011 + 372 372 6411211
Fax: 011 + 372 6411212
Email: Use the form at

Annika Heinadottir
Oehlenschlaegersgade 30
Copenhagen, Denmark
Phone: 45 26192611

Italy Headquarters
Via Spiga 50
Milan 20121 Italy
Phone: 39-02-7631-7327
Fax: 39-02-7631-7335

Marni's Flagship Store in New York
161 Mercer Street
New York, NY 10012
Phone: 212-343-3912

Save the Seals!

I have distressing news to share: The largest commercial slaughter of marine mammals on the planet is set to begin in late March. By the end of the hunt, it's predicted that more than 300,000 seals will have been clubbed or shot to death -- many of them babies as young as 12 days old. Last year, a shocking 98.5% of the seals killed were two months old or younger, and some were skinned while still conscious and able to feel pain. We expect more of the same during this year's hunt.

The Humane Society of the United States will be on the front lines in Canada, fighting to halt this atrocity. I ask that you stand with us today and stop the seal hunt forever.

Please go to: to sign the petition to help save the seals!

Monday, January 30, 2006

My Own Cowboy

I just can't quit him. Even when I try! :)

The SAG Awards

The SAGS. All the actors say these awards mean more than the other several dozen awards that are given out during "Award Season". The winners are voted on by their fellow actors. How sweet. But isn't it pretty much still a popularity contest? I think so. Or the "fellow" actors are just too busy working at Mel's Diner to mail in their ballots and the few that do just vote the way the Golden Globes went. I, like, Allen have not seen any of the movies up for the big statutes. I like to see shitty movies like Rumor Has It and my new favorite, Harry Potter (what a hottie! yes, I am a perv!)

Everyone knows the most important thing is what the people wear, not what movies/shows they are in. They all get paid. Way the fuck more than me! So they can so afford a stylist. But they seldom employ one.
Look at Eva. She must have had a dream to be J Lo. That look sucked on her and it sucks on Eva. Girl, you must still be from the block. And sweet little Princess Anne. She looks like poopy. The dress is ugly and her makeup is awful.
Almost all the women wore black and white. I guess those colors are the new black. Even Heath and Michelle wore it together. Sandra Oh look classy and elegent in her strippedy shift. No Dr. McDreamy naked on the red carpet. Damn.
Poor Reece, my current style icon, sure fucked up this one. I understand she had her panties all in a wad about what to wear after the Golden Globes debacle, but she could have done better. She looks fat and wrinkley. Sad, just sad.
The Oscars are upcoming, I am putting my money on Michelle Williams to wear something super fucking fabulous! Let's wait and see!

Friday, January 27, 2006

what the fuck does meme stand for?

that's how cool i am. i don't even know what it stands for. tim is doing the dishes, so i am not going to ask him. terry tagged me, so i guess i just answer the questions.
Seven Things To Do Before the Kids Throw me into the Old Folks’ Home:
1. sky dive and land peacefully in a beautiful meadow.
2. go to France, i know we (Americans) are supposed to be pissed at them, but i took three years of french class and want to use it, dammit! and i love bon-bons.
3. run for political office.
4. attend the Academy Awards
5. get buff, like Madonna
6. own a convertible and a beach house.
7. make the right choices so i don't need a home.
Seven Things I Cannot Do:
that's a hard one. i don't think there is anything i cannot do, maybe things i won't do...
1. i can't vote republican in the next presidental election. bring back bill!

2. i can't control my mouth. tim says i'm mean.
3. i can't stop watching reality t.v.
4. i can't and won't drive a gas guzzling suv.
5. i can't stop washing my hands and using hand sanitizer! ADDICTED!
6. i can't walk by cinnabon w/o my whole body shaking like a druggie needing a fix.
7. i can't sleep well without my sleeping partner, Oscar. bet you thought i was going to say tim! he snores.
Seven Reasons Why I Blog:
i don't think i have seven. i don't really have a good reason. dumb, huh?!
Seven Songs that Are Stuck in my Brain Forever:
these would be the songs that are playing in my head right now, over and over...
1. boyfriend by ashlee simpson
2. my humps by black eyed peas
3. nobody by blake shelton
4. big blue note by toby keith
5. that shitty norah jones by that goes- i waitied til i saw her face... it plays in the spa at work over and over. i hate it.
6. the oompa loompa song- willie was better than charlie
7. the on top of old smokey all covered with cheeze... i had spaghetti tonight.
Seven Books I Could Read Over and Over:
yeah, that's another hard one for me. with my ADD, i have such a time getting thru a book on the first try, no way i'd try to reread it. my new year's resolution last year was to read 6 books. i only make it to 5. two of them were about lady diana and marilyn monroe. anyway, if the book is good enough, they will make a movie.
Seven Movies I Could See Again and Again:
1. Princess Bride
2. Labyrinth
3. Pretty Women
4. Steel Magnolias
5. Legends of the Fall
6. Don't tell mom the babysitter is dead.
7. March of the Penquins. it was so sweet!
7 things I Say Way Too Often:
1. Fuck you.
2. That really pisses me off.
3. You dumbass.
4. ORLANDO!!! tim's dog that won't listen!
5. that's fucking retarded.
6. in the water. over and over at work!
7. shit.

okay, that was fun.

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

What happens when...

As most of you know, my mother has been dating/living in sin/cohabitating with "the love of her life", Kevin for quite some time. She informed the family last weekend she and Kevin were going to be united in holy matimony on New Year's Day. The second anniversary of their first date. Let's say it together- Awwww.

She didn't give us much notice, we had to scramble for dresses. Well, I did. My sister just said to get her a small and size 8 shoes.

The day of the ceremony started out with sun. It got progressively fogger and darker. We were at the hotel, the Red Roof Inn, preparing for the nupitals when the power went off. It was 5p. The ceremony was to start at 6p. Needless to say, it was quite rushed and hectic. As I walked in to the room, I was amazed. I hadn't seen that much greasy hair and pure trashy folk since I moved out of the trailer park back in the early 90s.

After the service, in which the preacher and the groom sweated like Whitney Houston at a concert in Africa, me and my sis went up to the room. We wanted to make sure all our stuff was still accounted for. She whipped out of the mini-fridge our left over booze from Christmas and had us some "butternot skops". We made buttery nipples until we ran out of Bailey's. Then we mixed the butterscotch with Diet Dr. Thunder. We were in Milton. It was awesome. We got tore up and then we back down stairs. We got $10 and walked next door and had some scattered, covered.

After we ate, we went back to the hotel. It was nearly 11p. The fat bleach blond with elastic stretch pants said we were too loud and had to go. So we left.

Fortunately, no hangover the next day.

Friday, November 18, 2005

Yee-Haw, I'm a Redneck.

Here's me and my mother in front of Greg Biffle's Nascar at the Blue Angels' Homecoming Show!

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Well, I did it.

I did it. I quit my $15 an hour to job to take a $6 an hour job. Sounds crazy, huh? Well, look at it this way, I will not make $6 forever. Hopefully, my pay will move on up to the East Side real quick like.
As I type this, I am still techically at my "real job". The one that affords me the opportunity to buy stupid shit that I don't need just because it is "on sale". That's Tim's theory. I only buy stuff when I need it.
Sorry, I'm back. I fell off my chair laughing.
Anyway, I feel weird about leaving my job that I have had for the last 5 years. The things that are funny to me are the facts that I won't miss working here, but I will miss my stuff. My bad-ass stapler that can go through 15 sheets of paper, my pens and paperclips. Retarded, I know. But I love supplies. And I will miss mine.
I really won't miss the people here, I know I can see them whenever I choose. I won't miss parking downtown or eating a sandwich that costs $8. I won't miss the traffic. I sure as shit won't miss our whiny, titty-baby clients. But, I will miss my white-out and canned air.
Fortunately, I will be transferring to another job that also has lots of supplies. Bottles of nail polish, cuticle pushers, buffers, files. Maybe I can trade one set of stuff for another.
My new employer is all about the money and hopefully will be sliding a bunch my way. We'll see. But, I had to take the chance. I could not sit by day after day wishing I was doing something else. My theme song (Something More by Sugarland) states "I need a little more bliss". And, I do. I might be blissful and broke, but at least I'll know I took a chance, stood on the edge and jumped. Didn't step back and let the next person go for it.
I have not missed an hour of school or even been late. When you want something bad enough, you will do what you need to do to get that accomplished. Mark Burnett (another favorite of mine) says Make a decision, Right or Wrong, make the decision. I decided I've had enough.
Enough of what? My job really wasn't that bad. I got to wear jeans and flip-flops to work and could cuss out loud. But, it wasn't my destiny. It wasn't meant to be. The way my whole Nail Stylist career came about was such a spur of the moment thing. It all fell together by itself. It was like I was just going to go for the ride because someone else was driving. The thing driving was my inner being wanting to break out and do something.
Sounds hokey, I know. But, my theme song, the book I was reading, my fortune cookie (Don't pursue happiness, create it.) they were all quietly and subconconsiously pointing me toward my future. Pretty cool, when you think about it. If I hadn't made the decision to have my wonderful, supportive husband go to the college, pick up the application, return it the next day and start class 4 days after that, the position at my new job would have already been filled. It was meant to be.
I would also like to publicly thank Tim for all his support and love.
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