We're about 10 minutes behind...so...I'm late, but...
Here are my points thus far:
- Anne…you’re a huge star…enough with the “OMG I’m so humbled and I can’t believe this is happening to me” act. Act like a freaking movie star. That’s what you are.
- James…that must have been some really good pot, huh?
- Considering that the trifecta awards Mr. Hanks was talking about is no longer going to happen because Alice in Wonderland won, that was a really really weird intro. Also, if they’re trying to not make the broadcast so long…isn’t showing 5 minutes worth of clips from other movies kind of the problem? Every second counts, producers.
- I think it’s lovely that they were honoring Kirk Douglas, but, y’all….that was so uncomfortable. I mean, it just was.
- Melissa Leo? Okay…I cannot stand this pretentious woman. That was the biggest acting job I’ve ever seen. Get over yourself. We were all standing up while watching because it was so incredibly uncomfortable.
- Justin Timberlake and Mila Kunis are hot. But that was weird.
So I discovered last weekend that apparently, my favorite eyelash curler…the one touted by all as “the” eyelash curler to use, referenced in tools of the trade lists from Vogue to Bazaar to Allure to The Devil Wears Prada for cryin’ out loud…the one, the only, the Shu Uemura eyelash curler extraordinaire…is no longer for sale in any physical locations in the U.S. It is only available online through the Shu Uemura website (or if you can find it on any random beauty site or Amazon or something like that). It’s fairly expensive as it is and then tack on tax and shipping? No thank you.
So the nice young gentleman at Nordstrom showed me a different eyelash curler, as this is one of my only crucial makeup items (for my nary-a-curl-in-them eyelashes). It’s good? I guess? Not as good? But passable? Eh. It’s very small and compact, though, which I like. But it makes it a little hard to maneuver. But it does the job…
Anyway…this goes with the point of my past experience with cosmetic companies changing shit up on me. Don’t they know they shouldn’t do that? Don’t they know it’s all about me?
USC University Hospital shut down its kidney transplant program last month after a kidney was accidentally transplanted into the wrong patient, according to a spokesman for the program that coordinates organ transplants in Los Angeles. The patient escaped harm apparently because the mistake involved a kidney that happened to be a close enough match, said Bryan Stewart, a spokesman for One Legacy, which was notified of the error by the hospital.
Check ID bracelets prior to removing organs!
See…and even when they check your ID bracelets like, 10 million times, as they did for my surgery, it’s still scary. Because of SHIT LIKE THIS!!!!!!
This Stay-At-Home-Girlfriend nonsense that’s got Tumblr afire? I just read the original post, and then the comments, and then the comment by the writer of the post, who says:
As the writer of this article, I’d like to clear up a few things. Firstly, it says that I do things, like cleaning after I have reached my resume submission limit for the day. I look for jobs every. single. day. I am not trying to show appreciation for my boyfriend for “allowing me to live with him” because we split the bills in half. EVERYTHING. the rent, the cable and whatever else. Being able to spend 8-10 hr home a day when before I spent them in an office gives me time to do a lot of things, including taking care of my boyfriend. I am a culinary school graduate, I love cooking, so if my love of cooking can also make my boyfriend happy, what is the problem with that? Cleaning up the house so that he doesn’t walk into a mess? Where is the problem in that? We both throw clothes on the floor and instead of stepping over them all day, I pick them up, because I am home. If the roles were reversed, he would be doing the same. I don’t only leave the house to booze with girlfriends, that’s just one of the many things i do. I read, I’m a freelancer writer, I go to outdoor markets because food is a passion of mine. Whether or not men find this ‘attractive’ or you think it’s regressive- I take pride in taking care of my house and my boyfriend while I am in between jobs. It is not something I will spend the rest of my life doing, but so long as I am between jobs, this is the way it will be.
Now, the above makes a lot more sense to me than the actual article, which seemed like a ridiculously one-sided and antiquated how-to. And I think we have Trying-Too-Hard Syndrome to blame for this. The original article was probably meant to be cutesy and, sadly, progressively-minded. It fails miserably on both accounts, which I think is why everyone’s in such a tizzy. I have no problem with a person, be it a man or a woman, who is a stay-at-home (by choice or not) who takes care of the household duties. Hell, if I were home all the time? Shit would be clean and meals would be amazing, but not to keep my husband happy, because what the fuck else am I going to do? I’d want a clean place and yummy meals just as much as my husband would. So it does factor into both making a life with someone else as well as making a life for yourself. In the original article, the author made herself sound like a glorified servant/sex-slave, while her comment was more stripped down of the cutesy, “I’m an awesome girlfriend, teehee!” language and more real, this-is-what’s-going-on type of wording.
Why couldn’t she have just said that shit to begin with?
I have absolutely nothing to say of late. Jonny made a comment yesterday about how the Saddle has been pretty barren lately.
Just trying to get a grasp on my head lately. And realize that nothing needs to be as serious as I make it. Positivity! That’s the key.
Thus, here are some positive things I’m thinking today:
- the radio was quite pleasing on my way to work this morning. I was singing along with most every song played.
- we went to Costco this weekend and I got a set of glass storage containers instead of my rubbermaid or Gladware stuff, which I really think tastes like rubber/tupperware when I heat things up in the microwave at lunch. I just ate my lunch that was stored in one of these glass thingies…DELISH! It’s the little things, people.
- Jessa was so cute this morning that I did a rarity and pulled her up on the bed to have some morning cuddles with me and Jonny. She couldn’t stop giving us kisses. It was the cutest.
- I got my hair colored last week and at first I really didn’t like it…but now I’m loooooving it.
- I decided to switch yarns for knitting projects. SMM has a really awesome something coming her way! wink wink.
That’s it for now. Just trying to keep my frame of mind in check. Because the reins are in my hands and I do have control of them. It’s up to me.
…this is the post wherein I discuss my dog’s poop.
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So Jess has a little bit of a cold or cough or something. She’s been coughing and just slightly tired and off. We’re gonna take her to the vet, don’t worry…but so, for the last couple nights, she’s been waking up at odd hours, wanting to go out, wanting to play, etc. Last night, she got up at around 5am and was kind of schmying around the bedroom. We kept telling her to go back to bed, which usually works, but this time, she would run back to her bed and hover around it. She wouldn’t get in. So finally I got up to see what the deal was and there it was….a tiny little poop in there. Jessa was just looking at me with this kind of, “Mommy, I had an accident” type face…head down, eyes up…and I melted. Poor little thing. So I cleaned it up, put the cushion in the washing machine, and up Jess went on our bed for the rest of the morning. She curled up in the crick of my knees (which was comfortable for the first hour, but God forbid I move and disturb my dog!) (a reason for her not to sleep in bed all the time) and slept away. My sweet girl.
If this isn’t a precursor to kids, I don’t know what. Seriously.
I’m a what-iffer. Not worry-filled future what-iffing. I what-if my past…like, what if I had done this? What if I had changed this? What if this had happened? It’s a useless and horrible habit, most of the time. Very rarely, I can learn from these what-ifs. But usually, if it were a lesson I would have learned, I wouldn’t be what-iffing, I’d just say, well, I should have just done x. So the majority of my past what-ifs are stupid things you don’t learn from, they’re just things you torture yourself with because you cannot possibly do anything about them. Nothing. Not a thing. Can’t change it. Can’t learn from it. Can’t grow from it. Nothing.
I have a major problem with this. I have a problem with “no” as an answer in general when I really want something (this is bratty sounding…it’s just that I’ll persevere until I get the “yes” I’m looking for) (obviously this didn’t/doesn’t always work). So this is like, impossible for me. No, I can’t change these things. NO. I cannot. Deal with it.
DEAL WITH IT.
Someone please change my mind out…just for one day…please?
I’ve always been a believer that if you buy something quality, like a good pair of comfortable shoes, the cost gets broken down into usage of that thing. i.e. my first major splurge was a pair of expensive flats. I wore those things I’d say about 300 days out of the year. This was like seven or eight years ago and I still have the things. Through several trips to the shoe surgeon, they’re still kicking. That, to me, made the original price seem incredibly worth it (even though I was breaking the bank a bit). I had a nice ass pair of shoes that made me feel really good, were comfortable, and I wore them with EVERYTHANG. So…the math worked out.
I’ve heard from multiple people that Lulu Lemon products are amazing. They suck you in and make you look/feel good. Most people that have them swear by them and basically live in them. Now, I’ve always thought of sweats/loungwear as never being worth over, like, $20 at most. Most of mine come from Old Navy and are fairly crappy. But, without fail, when I come home from work, I take off my normal clothes and put them on. So, suffice it to say, I wear sweats/loungewear A LOT. So according to my above theory, does that make a $70 pair of sweatpants worth it? Am I really going to feel that different in them? Will I be like, hot damn look at my ASS! Will I not be able to tear myself away from my own reflection?
So my red beans and rice? Not so bad after all! It wasn’t thickened at all, so it was more like…I guess a jambalaya? It needed a smidge of salt, but it had a really nice heat to it and was really filling and warm and yummy. Success with the crock pot! YAY!
I don’t know how y’all who dress up every day do it. I do love gettin’ gussied and wearing dresses and stuff like that. I love heels and pretty boots and whatever. But I’m realizing today that there are reasons I usually just stick to the comforts of jeans and flats.
Reason #1: I HATE STOCKINGS/TIGHTS WITH AN UTTER FUCKING PASSION! I’m serious. With the tightness up top and the pulling at the toes and the discomfort. Oh the discomfort. I seriously might take off my boots and cut holes in the toes, because I really can’t take all day with this shiz.
Reason #2: IT’S HARD BEING IN HEELS AND FANCY BOOTS! I was gonna put “ALL DAY” at the end of that reason, but it’s only 10:33 in the morning and I’m like, I have to go the rest of the day in these things??? It’s hard being in them for the mere two hours I’ve been dressed today. I. Mean.
Reason #3: It’s hard to cross your legs in these things… Not in caps, cuz not as emphatic, but I’m a half-lotus sitter. All day, all the time. Boots make this difficult. I can’t fit under my desk, it’s too bulky to just sit like that anyway and it just makes things difficult. Difficult, I tell you.
But hey…I sure do look nice. So. You know…suffer for fashion, I suppose. Which is stupid, but I guess it doesn’t bother some people…or they just have a stronger constitution for it. Kind of like drinking, at which I am also a lightweight. Oh well.
Back to jeans tomorrow. Happy Valentine’s Day, bitches!
Even if you don’t like the music playing, there are some good performances all around.
That said, the Mumford and Sons crew….whom I don’t really like that much, but whom I thought gave a grand performance, EXCEPT…dude with the awful trucker hat? You’re playing a BANJO. And you play it well. It’s okay that it’s a banjo. You don’t need to act like you’re playing metalocalypse.
Sorry to be a buzz kill, but forreal.
Also? Dylan is Dylan, man. He don’t give a shit. And that’s why he is the coolest there ever was or will be. Love him.
How thick is red beans and rice supposed to be? It says dried kidney beans, but I bought canned ones and they were in liquid. It said a package of turkey sausage, but not if it was supposed to be pre-cooked or raw. I have a giant crock pot and the recipe only called for a 2-quart one, so I added a little more water and an extra sausage. Is this enough? Is it supposed to thicken? Is it supposed to be liquidy? Is my red beans and sausage DOOMED? Jeezus Luuuuuz I’m bad at this!!!!!
but what I really think, is, that when people say oh wow, you’re a baby, they actually mean, oh wow, I was such a baby. Because they’re talking about themselves, really. I mean, I do this. When I learn someone’s age, I mentally put it in context of where I was at that age - and sometimes am like, oh. OHhhhh.
My point? It’s all about our ourselves.
I agree with SMM on this. Also, I think it’s because in the majority of cases, having been through it…even if we’re only a few years older…we know how much one changes from 20 to 25 and then from 25 to 30. Hell, from 25 to 26! Again, this doesn’t go for everybody, but I know when I look at 25 year olds, I’m like, whoa…buckle up. The “you” you think you are will likely change at least twice in the next five years.
And maybe, and this is SMM’s point, it’s because mine did just that. Actually, more than twice. Maybe like 50 times. But you get my point.