GLUG, SLOSH, SPLASH

This is Big Bubba.
My goal is to drink all of Big Bubba today.
(Big Bubba is 1.5L of evian goodness)

Water, meh. For me, if it is not ICE COLD, I want nothing to do with it. It's not like I drink anything else in place of water (soda never; I even gave up diet soda!), I just don't drink enough of anything.

We'll see how far I get.

#%$&** @!!*%) @*%&^_!!!!!!!!!!????!?

WARNING: HIGH FRUSTRATION LEVEL

Okay, if something like 70% of Americans are overweight, someone please tell me why in the bastardtastic freaking hell every single thing is always sold out in the 0, 2, or XS?

BYE BYE

Before my husband moved in, I didn't have a TV set.
I had a computer that played DVDs, and that was enough for me.
Along with husband came a huge Brainsuckingbox, and even thought we only use it to watch DVDs (no cable, and nothing works without it, besides, I loathe commercials) I really dislike having the thing.

Why? It makes it too easy to eat in front of the TV, lay around, and do nothing. A waste of life. I mean, I may have one or two shows I am addicted to, but that is what TV on DVD and itunes are for. Right?

So tomorrow, this baby is going into storage. My husband is losing his PlayStation abilities, but I told him that if, after a few months, he is dying without it, we'll bring back the TV...or just buy him a smaller one he can hide on his side of the bedroom.

MY RYUKINS

These are my gorgeous, huge Ryukin goldfish.




You may have heard that goldfish have a 2-second memory. Wrong! They are actually very smart.
These little guys are a big part of the reason that I went off sushi.

I should have videotaped feeding time, because they are so cute: they come to the top and beg for food by poking their mouths out of the water and opening them wide.

JUNO ON THE RIGHT, BEGGIN' FOR FOOD

If you don't think fish can be adorable, sorry...I love them. I only wish that they were huggable...

MY ELLIOT

100% UNADULTERATED PURE SMOOTHIE-NESS

right here, baby



(it's an old photo, but damn, it looks good)

THE 100-WAY BRA

Wow. My Victoria's Secret 100-Way bra arrived today.
Someone in the design department at VS is a genius.
I generally like bras that offer NO padding, so I was a bit disappointed to feel the lining in this bra. For some reason, even a little bit of it just makes me feel icky. However, when I tried it on, it wasn't really as padded as I thought, and if any of you remember the fiasco involved with my top and the "daisies" on this night:


...then you will know the importance of an actual bra that can be made to work with tops that are one-shouldered, low cut, low-v, backless, etc.
***NOTE: Do NOT under ANY circumstances wear those beige nipple daisies under a thin black top if you are going to be photographed when you are out that night. Also, do NOT attempt to color the daisies black, fail to find a black sharpie, and settle for blue. They will STILL show under the top, and you will have an outline of a daisy on your girls for days.***

I have a love-hate relationship with VS. On one hand, they have some cute lingerie that is not expensive at all. On the other hand, most of their bras are WAY too padded for my taste, and some of the clothing they offer is either a bit too trashy or shoddily made. Also, if you order even one $5 thong from them, you will receive at least 3 catalogs a week for the rest of your life, no matter where or how far you move. They will find you.
Oh well. I like my new bra, and now I can wear many of my new tops daisy-free.

STUPID IDEAS, VOLUME ONE

We live in an urban area. I love that! What I don't love is that living in an urban area sometimes means your "neighbors" are actually restaurants, clubs, office buildings, or, in our case...a nursing home.
I know.
Nothing wrong with the residents...but I question the sincerity of the employees. Not too long ago, my car (more on that some other day) was completely vandalized, the stupid cheap $200 alpine stereo ripped out...via ripping out the entire dash console. Over $1000 later, I have a new window and a new dashboard, but my A/C and sunroof still don't work, and I still don't have a stereo. (Want an alarm first, confused as to what kind to buy...?)
No less than seven (and probably more) cars in the parking structure have been vandalized and/or broken into, including my husband's car (twice!). I got pissed and hung up flyers. Neighbors approached me with their stories. One man who drives and ambulance and parks right outside when he works this area told me he saw a kid in scrubs come out of the nursing home and try to sneak in the parking area here. (Let it be said that we live in a "nice" area. I have lived in many different parts of this city, and in my experience, break-ins do not occur in "bad neighborhoods" but in neighborhoods where people have good stuff.)
Yeah. Just the kind of people I want to take care of Grandma and Grandpa.
Which brings me to the stupid idea of the day: Make a haunted house for incapacitated elderly people.
Right out my living room window is the ugliest Halloween display I have ever seen (I could go into how much I hate those stupid lawn balloons, but I won't).
Bloody zombies, bats, all kinds of stuff. And either a "spooky sounds CD" or a scary movie, along with colored lighting and a strobe light, playing on a loop once it gets dark.
It just doesn't make sense to me, and I feel sorry for the residents.

MOTHERCAKER!!!

For much of my life, "food" has been a four-letter word. Without going into details (that isn't the point here) I will say that I went from being a teenager who never even really thought about food, other than "I'm hungry, is this reasonably healthy (and vegetarian)?" to a kind of obsessed maniac of a young adult. And while this blog isn't about food, eating, and weight, (it's supposed to be about fun and shopping and yoga and pilates and more...) it is a huge part of my life, and one of the reasons I felt the need to abandon my latest blogger blog and start a new blog. (And I hate the word "blog," so that sentence annoys the hell out of me.)
I don't want to criticize anyone, so I will try to tread lightly here. Years ago (2002 I believe) I made my first foray into the world of raw foods. This is before Demi Moore and Robert Redford and who-knows-who-else professed to the public the wonders of their raw vegan diets. This is before raw food bars, raw food snacks, raw food recipe books by the hundreds. This is when I spent three months of my life being fruitarian--I ate whole, raw pieces of fruit and not much else. And I felt great. (Please no comments on the protein, the fat, etc. I know what I know, and everyone can choose to believe what they believe.) Anyway, I only stopped because I started my First Real Job with Real Benefits, and damn it, I was going to fit in.
Huh. Lot of good that did me.
I started having health problems. A lot of them. While I do believe that most health problems today are caused or at least aggravated by our diets and the ridiculous amounts of chemicals we use, I know that the change in my diet was not the sole reason for my deteriorating health. However, when I got sick of being sick all the time last year, I went back to raw foods. And the effects were amazing. I was thriving as a fruitarian. I started a blog dedicated to my smoothies, my improving health, my love of fruit. And then I abandoned it. And then, weeks ago, I lost interest in my diet and went back to a few grains, a baked potato here and there. No big deal, right? Well...it is. I feel like crap. And I want to go back.
See, the reason I decided to even start eating other foods again is a stupid one. Some days, I spend a lot of time on the internet. Even when I tell myself to stay away from a website, I find myself checking it. In this case, a very big, very popular, "raw food community." See, I find these people who identify themselves by their diet and nothing else, ridiculous. I may say I am vegan, but I am also a yoga and pilates fanatic and future teacher, a shopaholic, a singer, a daughter, a wife, a writer, and a lot more. But I digress. See, these message boards started out as a place for people to share positive things...and turned into a fight over which raw diet was best, which "raw guru" was best (seriously, when it starts to sound religious, um...I'm outta there), and who had the best XXXX. And then there were the people who said things like "When the world ends only the raw foodists will be saved" "We have a higher consciousness" and "Don't eat this and this and this and this and this" (until only air was left!)...and you know, I realized that I absolutely DID NOT want to be a part of this world. AT ALL.
Today has already not been a "raw day" but I look forward to trying again. See, I know that I may choose to eat vegan, raw, juice only, or even dirt (not really dirt, I just love the word) and do it for my own reasons (health, body) and I DON'T HAVE TO BE LIKE ANYONE ELSE! I don't have to be part of a community that spends a lot of time arguing, I don't have to listen to anyone's ebook about how I should not eat pineapple or not eat after 1pm, and I don't have to endure listening to people who make me feel like the world will end and I will burn up into a ball of blue flame just because I ate raw cashews, which really aren't raw!!! I am going back to what I did last year at this time, which is listen to myself and my body and NOT the others. They don't know me, so why am I listening to them? So let the Vitamixing begin...and in the meantime, I erased the links and the google sidebar that constantly updated the posts on said website. Hey, it's a great thing, for some, but as for me, I am not going to visit it for at least a long time.

Which brings me to one of the real reasons for this blog...SHOPPING!!!

I promise that I will post things that are funny, interesting, and/or shopping and fashion-related as the bulk of this blog.
But I had to explain why I abandoned my latest blog, and why I am starting a new one, and where I am coming from.

If you made it this far, thanks. If you skimmed and are reading this now, well...let's just say, new outlook, new blog, and keep reading...it WILL get fun, I promise!

why a new blog? why why why?

A couple of months ago, a friend invited me to join a writing group, so I said "yes!"
I've been completely unable to write anything since my last college paper (last December) but that didn't stop me. Still, I have, to date, submitted nothing to said group...I have a ton of excuses, but none really work. I just haven't wanted to write anything lately.
Until this week. Suddenly, I want to write...but not necessarily poetry and fiction. And I want to leave my other old blogs behind (piecesofnote-too sad, too much the old me...myspace-losing interest, only log on occasionally and nobody reads the blogs there anyway...rawgasm-sick and tired of all the crap surrounding the "raw foods movement" and sick of labels, will post about it later).
So, here I am, and this time I won't write for a month and then stop. Someday soon, I will add photos (long story as to why I won't do that yet) and hopefully people will actually read this.

And the title? Well, I took a cliche phrase and turned it into something a little different...after all, I got the urge to write again while watching my husband slice tomatoes, which he loves...but which really smell and taste just like wet dirt.

And, the word "dirt" is a funny word, indeed.