I've been riding my bike to work and back. It is so hard for me to lose weight. Rode almost 60 miles to lose a pound and a half. Where's my incentive to excercise? To reach my goal weight, I have to ride 2000 miles. Of course my body will just adapt, and I'll ride 2000 miles and not lose anything.
So next subject: I cruise home leisurely, and I've discovered pretty trails and secret passageways--those signs that say "not a through street?" Maybe not with a car, but I found two streets I can cut thru with a bike. I also found a short cut thru a church parking lot. It's interesting and fun to discover these things, but I have no one to share them with. I want to take my boyfriend along and say "look! I found this trail..." but alas, it will take up too much of my energy to get him enthused enough to do it.
Women. We inspire.
Sometimes the muse in me is lazy.
(Maybe she's tired from riding her bike so much.)
Uproar on the news over Porn and Grand Theft Auto
I'm watching the news, and they're really making a big deal about this porn you can download and add to your Grand Theft Auto video game. I'm seeing interviews and discussions about how this could have a detrimental effect on children, etc. etc...
Meanwhile, they're showing clips of the game.
Clips where men jump out of cars, shoot people, blow people up, destroy property, drive like maniacs, animated KILLING people, and in the background, a discussion about what can we do to protect our children from the
sex. I stared in utter astonishment and disgust.
Here's my idea of a porno video game: you win if you get the woman off. You have to go thru all these challenges: OH NO! The temperature in the room is too cool for her, hurry! Turn up the heater you don't have much time! "OH NO!" Her drink needs to be refilled! Hurry, go get it. You found her clitoris! Ding ding ding! Bells and whistles. A zillion gagilion bonus points for you! "OH NO!" her attention has wandered! Must get her attention back on her body...(but bonus points for noticing her attention wandered.) Oh, she fell asleep. Game over. Alternate endings: she answers the phone. Game over. Alternate endings: she orgasms. YOU WIN!
Hey, just checking out the new picture post thing. Boy, it sure is easier than that dang hello thing. what a pain that was.
so this was from my brother's wedding a little while back.
I have the worst luck at weddings. The first one was traumatizing and I suspect I was drugged because I have no memory.
This one was a disaster because I was a disaster. Vain as I am, all I wanted was to look good for the occasion. I would see relatives who had flown in from all over the country and out of the country. It was imperative that I look good.
So the day began by my waking up late and missing my hair appointment. I called and rescheduled. It was an evening wedding, but I had to arrive early to take pictures of my brother and his bride prior to the ceremony. I wanted to get ready immediately, but the boyfriend wanted to clean first. So I cater to his obsession and help clean because he cannot function well as a human being unless the place is tidy. Then we start getting ready.
I start plucking my eyebrows. But I bought this hair trimmer thing and thought, "Maybe I can trim my eyebrows with the attachment." I shaved off half of my left eyebrow. Although appalled, I draw it in with pencil, and it's okay. I don't put on much make up because it's still early. I put on the bare minimum, thinking I will reapply more at the church before the wedding since I'll be there early.
I iron my new dress that I spent more than I should have, but since I'll be photographing before the wedding, and possibly squatting on the ground for perspective shots, I don't put it on. I put it in the back seat of the car so I can change into it at the church.
Although I spent a pocketfull on the dress, it doesn't flatter me. But I have nothing else.
Then we go to my hair appointment, but since I'm a walk in, I have to wait. And wait. I go next door to a clothing store and look at stuff, then I go to a Vietnamese food store but I don't know what the food tastes like so I go to a drug store and buy some baked Lays. I go back to the salon, and still have to wait. I have to take picture of my brother and the bride in a couple of hours, and I'm starting to get nervous.
I hadn't washed my hair that day, thinking, "they will wash it at the salon," but by the time she gets to me, I say "don't wash my hair." my hair is waist length, and it would take forever to dry. So although its not filthy, it's not silky smooth clean.
I wrote about the Asian Bitch hairdresser who cut my hair in a prior blog entry. Apparently her bitchiness has subsided, or maybe she discovered the concept of tips, but she is now very nice. She tells me how beautiful my hair is. I tell her she did a wonderful job the last time, and I am back. She holds up my hair, shows me about an inch and a half of ends, and says, "I'll need to cut that much off." I say thats fine.
She trims and trims, telling me how tired she is, and I'm like "I have to take pictures of my brother and I'm going to his wedding. Do you think you can be done by 4:00?" I am supposed to meet my brother at 4:15. I figure it's okay if I'm a little late, I can shoot fast. Anyway, she straightens my normally curly hair with a blow dryer and finishes in about 45 minutes. (she's working on another person at the same time) and I get out at 4:00 exactly. She charges me $5 more than last time. My hair looks mediocre. But I don't really look at it since I am in a hurry. The boyfriend notes that my hair isn't as stylish as last time.
We get to the location where we are to take pictures, and I powder my nose. (and face) My brother and his bride are late, but that's okay. I take some pictures. The wind an moisture trash my hair. The straight hair is totally frizzed out. My bangs are curly and look totally stupid.
I put my hair in a ponytail since there's nothing I can do, and when I get to the church, rush into the bathroom to apply the rest of my make up. I don't have time to wash it off and reapply , so I slap some foundation on. It doesn't blend with the powder I had put on earlier, and merely blotches and streaks. I put on the dress that makes me look fatter than I am, and lo and behold, it's now totally wrinkled due to having sat in the back of the car all day. I look a mess. My mother says my hair looks like I just woke up. I tell her I spent a bunch on it getting it done before the wedding. She's like, 'what?' no comprehension. I explain that it got ruined when I took the pictures of her son and his bride.
Long story longer, I looked like crap. Thank goodness I wasn't the bride. I was a mess. A cousin who I never see because he lives on another continent took a zillion pictures of me to show his family. That was great. I was a fucking mess.
Anyway, the wedding was fun and the food was good. Lots of alcohol. I guess it didn't matter really, it was for my brother and his now wife. I'm so happy for them.
So that was that.
Change subject:
I was at the grocery store and there was a young cute blonde woman behind me with her boyfriend. She looked in her twenties. The clerk said "Paper or plastic?" and the girl goes, "Wah-avers claver." (translation: "whatever's clever.")
Which is more clever? Paper or plastic? I pick plastic since it's keeping a tree alive. But it's not biodegrading. So what ever's clever?
Follow up: The Monday after the wedding, my boss sees me at my desk, and says, shocked, 'You got your hair cut!' I say, unhappily, "yeah. She didn't do a really good job." He blurts out what I have been afraid to admit: "She cut about 6 years of growth off! I'd be pissed."
I say I am.
a week later, like this morning, it builds and builds. At one point, I scream into the mirror, "I hate that bitch!" (about the stylist)
I woke up this morning with a stomach ache and nearly crying about my hair. Mind you, its been a week. It's shorter than bra strap length. That goddamn bitch took about 8 inches off. I hate her. I am never ever going back. It was a huge waste of money. My hair looks so boring and mediocre, and it was the thing about me I liked best. It doesn't flatter me either. She gave me a fucking Nicholas on 8 is Enough cut. I'm so angry.
http://www.1-800-save-a-pet.com/I found this site. If you're looking for a particular breed of animal or just want to save a life and adopt a pet, this is a cool place. I'd like to donate my time and take pictures of animals for their website. But I don't want the heartache. Like I take a pic of a cute puppy and it's put to sleep i mean killed two weeks later. its already making me sick thinking about it. i do recall thinking that many of the pictures were lame, and they'd probably be adopted if they had better pics. some of them are out of focus. what to do. dammit. i hate moral dillemmas.
I made a dairy free chocolate pudding today. 4 cups (one box) of rice milk, 4 tablespoons of cornstarch, and piles of sweetened cocoa. Brought to a boil, stirring the entire time. Then boiled about 2 minutes longer. The recipes I checked out on-line said to place plastic wrap directly on the actual pudding and chill. I did. I don't know why. To prevent that skin? Not sure. It tastes pretty good though. Next time I'll just use chocolate rice milk to save a step. One tablespoon cornstarch per cup of liquid. Mix cornstarch in before heating. Easy.
I'm tightwadding right now. Actually wrote out a budget and trying to stick to it. Prior, I'd just mentally figure where I was at. but seeing it on paper. yikes. It was so sad. I'd been doing well with the photo jobs on the side, and the jobs had been coming pretty regularly. The extra cash just got absorbed. No spectacular purchases. Now I have no jobs lined up, and I have to live off my wages from my job. What a huge drag. I'm tightwadding because I want to pay off some bills, student loans, etc. My goal: get my net worth up to zero...someday, someday...
My pudding was both a tightwad move plus a non dairy experiment. I noticed my boyfriend buying those pudding packs for a buck. They're only a buck, but they're very small, and how can it be dairy and non refrigerated for months? That's gross. I think my dairy free stuff costs under $2 for at least twice as much and no dairy!!!
http://www.milksucks.com/pus.htmlSo get this: i know i should be ashamed, but i've spent $90 for a weeks worth of groceries before, and stared into the fridge the next day thinking there's nothing to eat. This week, I've spent $17.42. Lots of fresh stuff. Corn on the cob. Cucumbers. Potatoes. Fewer prepared items. Wrote out a weekly menu. That should stop the 'what should we have for dinner' question, or the 'fuck-it, lets go out to eat' answer.
I wonder if its a habit, planning purchases and budgeting. Wonder if I'll get used to it. It's like self inflicted imprisonment, this sticking to a budget thing. Like going on a diet. It is so lame and restrictive. Like school.
my big tightwad fear is that i'll feel so deprived that i'll just blow. i'll buy something crazy just for the release. like sequinned shoes. oh wait, i did that last week...
change of subject: yesterday I saw a group of two couples sitting on a small patch of grass on the edge of the sidewalk. No lawn, just sidewalk garnish. They set up some low folding chairs and had themselves a little party. It was so cute. They had a sprinkler going on them too. As I was thinking what a lovely idea, another woman, a pedestrian, came walking by--unrelated, smiling, talking on her cell phone, and in her other hand, a champagne glass filled with flowers. It was very charming. All this in one area. Like utopia.
Today, I walked by the spot, and they left their garbage there, some shoes, and the chairs are still there. I was a bit mad about that. They botched my buzz.
