I wear glasses. On rare occassions of course. Everytime I wear them I feel like everyone is stairing at me. I'll stick to contacts, thanks.
6.14.2009
6.12.2009
Let me count the ways...
Yesterday my PIC was talking about things she loves. Things that make life worth while. I've been thinking about it. As I come across more things I will post about them.
I love getting my feet rubbed. And lets face it, I can't paint my toe nails like the professionals can. Sometimes you just have to have pretty toes - it's in the "Being a woman" rulebook. I love looking down at my feet and seeing these pretty babies...
On a random note later on that night we went to dinner with my PIC's new boyfriend. At the end the night he ended up spitting on me (an accident of course). KaraLee got a good laugh out of it, as did I.
Today what makes life worthwhile are pedicures with your best friend.
I love getting my feet rubbed. And lets face it, I can't paint my toe nails like the professionals can. Sometimes you just have to have pretty toes - it's in the "Being a woman" rulebook. I love looking down at my feet and seeing these pretty babies...
On a random note later on that night we went to dinner with my PIC's new boyfriend. At the end the night he ended up spitting on me (an accident of course). KaraLee got a good laugh out of it, as did I.
However, I'm pretty sure at this point I've tasted more of his saliva than she has...
HAHA!
6.10.2009
Nap Time
When did society find it unacceptable to take naps during the week? I need to find a job that allows you every once in a while to catch up on some zzz's.
Although, I am not the type of person that can recover from a nap easily. The rest of my day I am usually mopey until it's time to go to bed. By then I am conveniently wide awake. I need to solve this problem on sleep. Living the college life is stressful and on top of that you never get any sleep.
Although, I am not the type of person that can recover from a nap easily. The rest of my day I am usually mopey until it's time to go to bed. By then I am conveniently wide awake. I need to solve this problem on sleep. Living the college life is stressful and on top of that you never get any sleep.
Bring nap time back!
6.07.2009
Tired of fighting.
You probably will not be able to relate to me on this, however I need to get it out of my system.
My entire life I have been surrounded by people who are gay. I've watched them cry, fight, rejoice, learn, hide, search, and die - all because they were different. Growing up in a strict Mormon city having a gay father was never easy. I was relentlessly teased. I was told I would one day grow up to be my father, that I would be gay, just like him. For a while sometimes I felt as though I was gay. Some type of weird outcast just because my views were different. I felt everyone should be treated equally, no matter who they ended up loving.
I then became angry. I was always the first one to defend gay people. I spoke out in school, church, even my own home over rights for people like my dad. Till the day I die I will always think gay people have the right to be married, to adopt, to be treated no different from other people. That will never change.
Today marks the 26th year Utah has been celebrating gay pride. A three day event, filled with booths, parades, food, music, dance - and a lot of gay citizens. As soon as I was old enough to understand the entire concept, I was there. Every year. Usually next to my dad and fellow friends and family showing my support for something I felt was right.
I did not go this year.
I'm done. Burnt out. Tired. Washed up. I've been fighting over something for so long that really isn't even a battle of my own. I now realize that every year gay pride gets worse. I don't feel the same energy and excitement when I go. I don't look into the eyes of people who are looking for change, for acceptance. Now I see people trying hard to be even more over the top then last year. Figuring out new ways to shock and awe the non believers.
How is walking around in your underwear with glitter rubbed all up and down your body going to get you any closer to your goal of equal rights? I don't think talking with a lisp, wearing daisy duke shorts, or even having great style is going to get you more respect.
Today I may not being wearing rainbow colored beads around my neck. I may not be throwing pennies into the gay flag to help with finding the cure to AIDS. I may not be watching the guest speaker talk about how gay people are no different then everyone else.
Today I am sitting at home, right along with the other gay people who seem to be forgotten. The ones that really don't need a parade, a festival, a protest. The ones that are sad to see the stereotypical assumption about gay people be justified by everyone else just by watching the news. Not every gay person is wearing their daisy dukes, their body glitter, their fairy wings - just to be noticed.
Today, I am fighting for them.
My entire life I have been surrounded by people who are gay. I've watched them cry, fight, rejoice, learn, hide, search, and die - all because they were different. Growing up in a strict Mormon city having a gay father was never easy. I was relentlessly teased. I was told I would one day grow up to be my father, that I would be gay, just like him. For a while sometimes I felt as though I was gay. Some type of weird outcast just because my views were different. I felt everyone should be treated equally, no matter who they ended up loving.
I then became angry. I was always the first one to defend gay people. I spoke out in school, church, even my own home over rights for people like my dad. Till the day I die I will always think gay people have the right to be married, to adopt, to be treated no different from other people. That will never change.
Today marks the 26th year Utah has been celebrating gay pride. A three day event, filled with booths, parades, food, music, dance - and a lot of gay citizens. As soon as I was old enough to understand the entire concept, I was there. Every year. Usually next to my dad and fellow friends and family showing my support for something I felt was right.
I did not go this year.
I'm done. Burnt out. Tired. Washed up. I've been fighting over something for so long that really isn't even a battle of my own. I now realize that every year gay pride gets worse. I don't feel the same energy and excitement when I go. I don't look into the eyes of people who are looking for change, for acceptance. Now I see people trying hard to be even more over the top then last year. Figuring out new ways to shock and awe the non believers.
How is walking around in your underwear with glitter rubbed all up and down your body going to get you any closer to your goal of equal rights? I don't think talking with a lisp, wearing daisy duke shorts, or even having great style is going to get you more respect.
Today I may not being wearing rainbow colored beads around my neck. I may not be throwing pennies into the gay flag to help with finding the cure to AIDS. I may not be watching the guest speaker talk about how gay people are no different then everyone else.
Today I am sitting at home, right along with the other gay people who seem to be forgotten. The ones that really don't need a parade, a festival, a protest. The ones that are sad to see the stereotypical assumption about gay people be justified by everyone else just by watching the news. Not every gay person is wearing their daisy dukes, their body glitter, their fairy wings - just to be noticed.
Today, I am fighting for them.
Secret Sunday
This weeks secret -
I am officially now addicted to the show Lost. I've been avoiding it for years now. In a week I am already more then half way through season two. Lord help me.
6.02.2009
Today I admire...
Beth Ditto
She isn't afraid of who she is. She isn't afraid to be big or small, short or tall, gay or straight, funny or shy. She is who she is. She is an advocate of positive body image, and able to show others it's ok to be who you are.
Today I find myself struggling with the way I look. Today I wish I was a size five, with beautiful long hair, and straight white teeth. I wish I didn't feel like everyone was staring at me as the fat girl. More importantly, I wish I didn't think like this. The fact of the matter is, if I was all those things, my life would be easier. Alright, maybe I am just in denial here, but it seems like my life would be. Lately I'm feeling ashamed, almost to the point where I don't want to go out and do things out of fear of what people would think. I tell myself that if I was this or that I wouldn't feel this way when in actuality I'd find something else I am not happy about with myself.
So today, I am going to try and change the way I think. I'm not sure how I am going to do this, but I am going to try. I want to start by walking Reggie more. Cooking and eating at home. Surounding myself with positive people. Wish me luck.
6.01.2009
Last weekend's highlights
This last weekend was fabulous! I spent my Saturday with the PIC in beautiful Park City -shopping and eating of course. The outlets are always great to shop and find a lot of great deals. I ended up buying more things for the BT then for myself... when did that become ok in our relationship?
We then went to main street to walk around see some shops. This one by far was my favorite.
Oh I am such a sucker for anything that has to deal with dogs. As soon as we walked inside we were greeted with four Newfoundlands. These dogs are massive no picture I could have taken would have done them justice. I wanted to take them home.
Inside they had bunches of nick-nacks and dog stuff. They had beautiful paintings that I shouldn't be able to breathe on because they were so expensive.
Eventually KaraLee had to tear me away to go eat. We went to Zona Rosa - their mexican food is great. The weather was perfect and we were able to sit outside upstairs. I almost felt like I was in an episode of sex in the city - without two other girls... and the sex part... and the manhattan part.
Later that night I met up with this crazy boy...
We watched this...
You need to see that when you get a chance. I cried and laughed a lot. Pixar does it again! What a great weekend. I love the summer.
We then went to main street to walk around see some shops. This one by far was my favorite.
Oh I am such a sucker for anything that has to deal with dogs. As soon as we walked inside we were greeted with four Newfoundlands. These dogs are massive no picture I could have taken would have done them justice. I wanted to take them home.
Inside they had bunches of nick-nacks and dog stuff. They had beautiful paintings that I shouldn't be able to breathe on because they were so expensive.
Eventually KaraLee had to tear me away to go eat. We went to Zona Rosa - their mexican food is great. The weather was perfect and we were able to sit outside upstairs. I almost felt like I was in an episode of sex in the city - without two other girls... and the sex part... and the manhattan part.
Later that night I met up with this crazy boy...
(I also met up with Amelia and Brandon I just don't have pictures of them. I'm a jerk.)
We watched this...
In 3D!
You need to see that when you get a chance. I cried and laughed a lot. Pixar does it again! What a great weekend. I love the summer.
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