find me a two cow husband...

at this point, i'm not that picky.
since i dumped these guys on account of bad behavior,

 i though i should look for guys more sexy, like THESE guys:

hook a sista up!

When Aunty Flow comes knockin'...

obviously i've got killer cramps and my boobs hurt. so i'm glad for this commercial. she gets it.

there are a few things that help make my visit from Aunt Flow just a little more enjoyable.
i thought i'd share. in case you need something to help you through this hard week of mine, here are the top ten:

1. comfort food. mine include: Reese's puffs, popcorn, Totino's pizza, and of course, an Oxycontin, vodka, and Nyquil cocktail. okay, i SWEAR that last part is a joke...it just sounded insanely funny in my head.
2. Madagascar. Nothing is better to pass the time than King Julian.
3. Spin/Yoga with my Crazy Tammie. Apparently strenuous exercise is designed to fix this shiz.
4. it sounds counterproductive, but freshly shaved/lotioned legs and a warm, fresh-from-the-dryer minky blanket.
5. PMS ice cream, which varies month to month. this month, i already know, is Sweet Cream mixed with York patties, Oreos, and chocolate shavings. mmmm.
6. getting all dolled up. hair, make-up, fresh polish on phalanges, then wearing sweats. it's like that show, Undercover Boss, only it would be called Undercover Hobo.
7.  glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling. yes, i'm six-years-old. no, i will not take them down. when i can't sleep because i'm dying, i find constellations. okay, fine...i make them up. big deal. i'm not a space geek.
8. hot bubble baths. need i say more?
9. cat naps in the afternoon. but not with cats. obviously. they're gross.
10. cuddling up with the most sexy, most manly, most well-dressed, well-groomed, and perfectly scented (with help from Jake, Hollister-style) man. in addition to being sexy, he cooks, he cleans, and he brings ice cream AND chocolate. what a hunk.

things i'm just sick of...

not the most creative title, i'm sure. but i'm an angry little elf today.

it's not anyone's fault. it's probably not something that can be fixed. it's just today.
i'm overwhelmed with so many things. mostly just the world and how terrible it is.

i'm sick of death.
i'm sick of cancer.
i'm sick of anger.
rudeness.
hate.
laziness.
ignorance.
inferiority.
yelling.
silence.
filth.
apathy.

i just really am sick of it.
my sister is in high school, and she's an angsty teen, for sure. but i understand...
if i could say just one thing to kids in high school, and to my sister, it would be:

You are loved. You are important. You matter. You are beautiful. And you are strong.
It's the humanity within a person that makes them all these things.
Too often the media, religions, and even each other and ourselves insist that we're just not good enough, that we'll NEVER be good enough. Stop with the lies and the hurt. It doesn't fix anything. It certainly doesn't help.

How many people must be beaten and abused before we'll stop this madness?
How many of us will live with eating disorders, slice open their skin just to feel?
When will our prisons stop being filled with people who raped, kidnapped, abused, and maybe even killed our brothers and sisters?
When will we stop fighting and instead lift up our brothers and sisters who are close to giving up?
Will the judgments ever end? Will we one day wake up and realize the damage we cause others by treating them like they're no better than the gum stuck to the bottom of our shoe?

I wish for peace. I wish for happiness. Equality. But more than those, I simply wish for love.
Race, gender, sexuality, and appearance shouldn't matter at all. Prejudice should be left in the history books where it belongs.
People shouldn't have to wonder if they're loved, appreciated, or needed.
They shouldn't have to lock their cars and their houses.
We shouldn't have to cover our scars, our bruises, and our emotions.

We shouldn't rejoice in the death of a bad man. We should mourn that he made poor choices along the way. We should mourn for his family who is devastated by the loss, who will bury a father, a son, a brother while the world rejoices. There's nothing sweet about it...

I know I'm definitely not the poster child for How to be a Good Human, simply because I'm human.

Justin Timberlake got it right. "Where is the love?"

I see it once in awhile, when an old couple laughs and kisses like their still 16-years-old. When a mom kisses and consoles her babies when they're tired or scared. When my sweet mom stays up late, just to make sure I get in okay.

I just wish I didn't have to look so hard all the time...

Now please bless I figure out how to be a good change in the world.

to blog or not to blog?

that is the question weighing on my mind.
i'm feeling like it's kind of a lost cause. like, does anyone even read it anymore?

discuss.

5.1.2011.

so apparently osama bin laden is dead.
that's what the news is saying, anyway.

people are overjoyed, scared, etc.

i just have two thoughts on the matter.

one: why the heck has it taken so long to track him down?
for being a world super power, America sure took her time.
there's no way in hell you can lose an entire person for ten years.
at least, not one you know the approximate location of.
it's not like he could have just hopped on a plane and peaced out to bora bora.
EVERYONE in the universe was looking for him.
seven billion people couldn't spot the guy? i'm calling BS.

two: no matter how horrible, murderous, and evil he may have been,
he was a human. i'm not saying i condone or support what he did, but it sure as heck is not my place to judge him.
to do that makes me no better than him.
i'm so glad it's up to the Big Guy Upstairs to handle.