Leggings are not pants

Seriously. They aren't.

It's never okay.



I don't care how fat or skinny you are, they are not pants. I'm sorry if you like to wear leggings as pants and you are offended. I'm offended that I constantly have to see your ass.

If your shirt or dress or whatever does not completely cover your butt, please put on real pants.

It's like wearing tights and being done with it.

It used to be that people would wear leggings with long shirts or dresses. Then it moved up to people wearing them when with things that almost covered their asses.

Then today I see someone - AT WORK - wearing a regular length shirt and leggings. Complete ass exposure.

It's not okay. It's not. I don't know when this became acceptable.

I don't know if you people who wear leggings know this but THEY ARE NOT MUCH THICKER THAN TIGHTS.

I swear to god. Normally I can skin through them.

No one, I repeat, no one wants to see your ass.



I promise in a few years you're going to look back on this and think "WHY did I wear that?"

Please, for the sake of humanity, stop.

I am not alone in my disgust:
http://www.hercampus.com/style/catwalk-campus/just-say-no-wearing-leggings-pants

There are plenty out there who agree.

Or maybe I should start wearing a robe and calling it a dress.

(And no, Casey, I'm not referring to you on Halloween. That was different.)

Sign this petition!

I worked retail. It sucks. It especially sucks around the holidays. Hours are long and when you should be spending time with your family you are working.

Well, some retailers are taking it too far. Many retailers are opening earlier and earlier, and now some are even opening on Thanksgiving.

I already boycott Walmart for so many reasons but now Target is in on it too.

*Gasp* Target? Really? One of the main loves of my life? Why?

It looks like Target is set to open at 8pm this Thanksgiving and I don't think it's right. People have to travel and cook and prepare. People need to enjoy their time with their families.

We get so few opportunities as a society to enjoy family time.

Yes, I would love to shop on Thanksgiving night. Yes, it's going to be hard for me not to do so. I LOVE to shop. Love to shop and love Target and love low prices. So I get why people do it.

But the responsibility to treat employees fairly should come from the business. Money doesn't mean everything.

For years companies like Nordstrom have taken a stand and said that they want their families to enjoy the holidays. I really respect that. And I want to respect Target for the same thing.

So, help me help Target do what's right. Sign this petition.

http://www.change.org/petitions/target-don-t-take-away-thanksgiving

And if you so desire, sign these too.

http://www.change.org/petitions/stop-wal-mart-from-making-employees-work-on-thanksgiving

http://www.change.org/petitions/sears-holdings-stop-sears-stores-from-opening-thanksgiving-day

http://www.change.org/petitions/best-buy-target-walmart-sears-corp-stop-thanksgiving-night-black-friday-sales#share

My experience at jury duty

So I got called to do jury duty. I've always wanted to do jury duty. I was very excited about it.

I'm happily driving to jury duty yesterday in the wonderful LA traffic. About half way there I have that sinking feeling in my stomach. You know, the one that occurs before your brain has time to process that you really screwed up? Well, I had it..... I had forgotten my summons.

I frantically call my husband and tell him he HAS to bring it to me by 10:15. It's 9:45. We live in LA. He was asleep.

I rush to the court house and swear up and down to the parking attendant who doesn't want to let me in because I don't have my summons that I do indeed have jury duty and I swear I wouldn't lie about it. He finally lets me in.

At this point I should have realized that the day was not going to go my way.

Husband shows up at exactly 10:15 after freaking out because he chose the freeway with the most traffic but mostly because I'm freaking out. I run across to traffic to get it. I trip, of course, but I'm fine.

I hustle upstairs and check in and I'm told we have a break until 10:35. I had been able to skip orientation because I did it online so I got there right at break time.

So, I go downstairs in an overcrowded, ancient elevator that makes me nauseous to get some water and head back up. I head to the restroom where I am told by a fellow juror that the toilets don't flush and there is no water. Awesome.

Then I sit. And sit. And sit. I watch TV on my iPad, I read a book, I work, and I sit.



At noon we are released for lunch and told to be back by 1:30. The only thing around in a McDonald's. Ew.

So I go in. There are about 10 very sad zombie like homeless people walking around asking for money. There are also employees following them around asking them to leave. Of course, a fight broke out, and cops are called. I huddle in a corner and try to eat my cheese and bread and appear invisible.

A gentleman sits next to me and proceeds to have a mumbled conversation to himself. He then darts up, digs in the trash can, and emerges with a cup. He rinses it out and fills it up and drinks out of it. Time for me to go.

It's a nice day to I decide I'll sit outside of the court house. Bad idea. It's in the ghetto. It's bad.

I go back up and sit. It's 12:20.

That's when I realized the air conditioner was also broken. I continued to sit.

I also, soon after, realized that I had a greasy, creepy stare stalker. So I couldn't take my sweater off even though it was sweltering.

The only announcement we had the whole day was that we needed to stop complaining that the toilets were broken because we could use the restrooms on the first floor. This announcement came around 3. As if we were supposed to know that just because the toilets on our floor were broken didn't mean that they weren't broken in the whole building. Thanks for that, after we had dealt with it all day.

The whole thing was like a horrible social experiment where they waited to see if someone was going to crack.

I never even saw the inside of a court room.

This officially ended my excitement about jury duty.

I hope you voted

That's all.

You have got to be kidding me

Can someone please explain to me why I'm supposed to feel bad for this woman?

http://www.post-gazette.com/stories/local/neighborhoods-city/wild-dogs-kill-2-year-old-who-fell-into-zoo-exhibit-660660/

Yes, I feel bad for the kid. That's horrible. And I feel bad for the dog. Also horrible. But the woman? No.

According to multiple reports the woman lifted her kid up on the railing and let him go.

I repeat :

LET

HIM

GO

And the kid fell in and got eaten.

How is this not negligence? How is this not manslaughter?

Why is it that when a mom leaves her kids in a hot car it's a crime but in other dangerous situations I'm supposed to feel badly for her?

Yeah, yeah. I'm sure she's going to feel bad forever. SHE SHOULD. When you kill your own kid because you're an idiot you SHOULD feel badly forever.

Yet people feel sorry for her.

Yes, accidents happen. And I feel terribly when they do. But this to me seems like more than a simple accident.

(And yes. I am knocking on wood that when I have kids I don't do anything incredibly stupid.)

Told you

So, I post a blog about how I'm trying to get prepared for a disaster and people look at me askance.

Then, Sandy hits.



People are ordered to evacuate. They don't. They die.

Yes. It's sad. But they should have:

A) Been prepared

B) EVACUATED

And now people are complaining that the government is taking too long to come save them. Really?

I'm very disapointed in how dependent our country's people are on being helped out of every situation. If they had been prepared and listened to instructions, they'd be fine. Their stuff might be gone but they'd be fine.

And then to have the nerve to blame the federal government or the RED CROSS? You have got to be kidding me. In no way is the Red Cross responsible for saving you people. The people who they do help are lucky and it shouldn't be expected.

Yep. I told you so.

Though, Bloomberg really should cancel the marathon. That's just silly.

http://news.yahoo.com/isolated-nyc-borough-says-help-slow-sandy-064220250.html

http://news.yahoo.com/fuel-scarce-east-coast-struggles-recover-storm-000645293.html

Fair trade is the only trade!

So I'm a member of this cool thing called Bzz Agent where they send me stuff to try and I talk about it.

Rarely so I like something so much that I post it here.

But we all know that I'm a big softy at heart so when I was sent fair trade coffee from Green Mountain Coffee I got really excited.

It's the little things that make the biggest difference.

It's California, people!

So, I live in California - home of big earthquakes and big fires.

Because of this, my husband and I have started getting prepared for a disaster.

Now, I don't mean that we're creating some weird underground bunker/gun storage warehouse. No. We're just getting together some canned food and medical supplies and creating a plan for what to do if I'm at work when a disaster happens.

BUT, whenever we tell anyone about this they act like we're the insane guy from World War 2 who shoots flies from his front porch.

I don't get it.

I understand why people don't prepare themselves. People are lazy and they think bad things will never happen to them.

But they DO. Does no one remember the Northridge quake or 9/11 or Hurricane Katrina?



So fine. Don't take care of yourself. I really don't care because I'll be chowing down on canned food while you're getting shot while looting. Fine by me.

But to think we're going overboard is what I don't understand.

All I know is nobody better come knocking on my door when they need food and water!

It's not that bad! - Day 7

So I don't cry as much as I thought I did! I only cried three more times in the week.

• During "Parenthood." But I cry during every episode of "Parenthood."
• During a "Downton Abbey" episode.
• I adopted a dog for 12 hours on Saturday. I loved that dog. He was adorable. He also caused my elderly cat not to eat, drink, or sleep. So I had to give the dog to an adoption place. I definitely cried then.

The whole crying thing wasn't nearly as bad as I expected.

There she goes again - Day 1

I cry over everything. And I mean everything. Commercials, homeless people, an outdoor cat, everything. Anything. I always have.

My mom says when I was two years old I watched the movie "The Last Unicorn" and started sobbing hysterically at the end. That was the beginning of it all.



It's kind of a running joke because no one who has met me understands how I can cry over absolutely everything. Especially because I'm kind of a rough and tumble type girl and I swear I don't like humanity - yet I cry over it all of the time.

I can't think of the cockroach that had to be killed in my office at work two months ago without crying. It's nuts.

So my plan is to track my crying for a week to see how much I really do cry. Maybe I don't cry as much as I think I do.

Well, we shall see.

So here we go:

As of 11:09 am on the first day I have cried three times. All three times were during a speech President Obama gave to the UN about the violence taking place because of the anti-Muslim video.

Temecula on Weeds

When I was five my parents moved me from Los Angeles to Temecula, California. There was one stoplight. No matter where I would go I would tell people I was from Temecula and they would say, "Where?" I could be an hour away from Temecula and people wouldn't know where it was.

It was a huge deal when we got a Target.

Well, slowly that has begun to change and now when I say where I am from they go, "Oh, really?" People actually know where it is.

Let me tell you, people, growing up in Temecula in the '80's and '90's was much different than it appears to be now. We had ONE high school. One.

But, alas, I have been vindicated. Because I love the show Weeds. And when I was watching this week's episode, Conrad says he's working with an organic farm in Temecula. YES! Vindication!

It's nice to exist.

Thanks, Weeds. I'll miss you. 

What's wrong with a tattle-tale?

So, I was in the mall recently and a father walked by with two boys. One hit the other and the boy who got hit told his father that he was hit. The man did nothing to the hitter but told the hitee that no one likes a tattle-tale.

Well, my first thought was, what's wrong with a tattle-tale? SHOULDN'T someone tell when something is wrong? I felt that way for quite awhile.

Then I experienced a true tattle-tale. An adult tattle-tale. And I realized what was wrong.

If you give tattle-tales validation as children, they grow up into adult tattle-tales. And when that person has really nothing to offer as a human being, they turn to tattle-telling whether it is true or not.

I have talked to people about this over time and the consesus is that tattle-tales will take one tiny little grain of truth and turn it into a story that makes them look good.

And you know what? That dad was right. No one likes a tattle-tale.

I learned there is a big difference between someone trying to stop an injustice or a violation of social or moral rules and a tattle-tale.

That kid should have just punched his brother back. 

I LOVE MY NEW JOB!

On April 26th my husband and I were both let go from our jobs. On the same day. WHO DO THESE THINGS HAPPEN TO? Me and my husband.



This has firmly cemented that 2012 is a horrible year.

That being said, we both got new jobs fairly quickly.

And I started my new job yesterday. And I LOVE it!

I have an office. An office.

And everyone is SO nice!

I love love love it.

Just wanted everyone to know. 2012 may turn around yet!

I missed Damon!

Okay, so in the last post I stated that I only cared about seeing two celebrities. Well, apparently there is one more.


I watched "Lost" religiously. I watch "The Vampire Diaries" religiously. In each case, my favorite character was played by Ian Somerhalder. Boone and Damon, respectively.

My husband also loves "The Vampire Diaries" (VD from here on out), but don't tell him I told you that because he'll deny it. He's also a big fan of Damon.


Well. A month or so ago we were riding our bikes on the beach and there was a HUGE event going on. We're talking huge. So we stop and look but then ride on.


We then see an ad for the CW and Bing search engine featuring Ian and VD. And they show footage of the Ian Somerhalder Foundation, including a beach clean up. 


I'm sure you're seeing where this is going....


So I see this ad a hundred times and I think nothing of it. 


Jason sees it once and says, "Uh, Shasta - that was that event." And I brush it off because I have no idea what he's talking about. So we see it again. And he says, "Shasta. I hate to tell you this but that was that event we rode by and stopped." It suddenly clicks in my head. NOOOOOOOOO!!! My response was, "Well, that makes me very sad."


At least I saw Obama. Ish.


http://vampirediaries.alloyentertainment.com/ian-somerhalder-kids-clean-up-california-earth-day/#4

I think it was Obama!

So today I was running at my favorite running spot - LAX. I love running there because it's a huge rush to have these huge planes take off right over your head. 


Well, today I was running and I noticed a huge police presence. I mean, it felt like every other car was a police car. But I thought nothing of it and kept running. 


Soon, I realized that I hadn't seen a plane take off. Odd. Yet I still thought nothing of it. 


As soon as I went to turn around, five massive helicopters took off, directly over my head. Five massive military helicopters. Literally directly over my head. It was really cool to watch them fly off into the sunset. 


So I knew this had to be huge. It had to be someone political and very famous. Politicians are really the only celebrities I care about seeing, other than Gary Oldman and Stephen King. So I really wanted to figure this out.  


So I Google Obama. Nothing. 


I Google Biden. Nothing. 


I Google Romney. Nothing. 


But do I give up? No. I keep Googling. (I have no idea if Google as a verb should be capitalized and "Breaking Bad" is waiting for me so I'm not taking the time to look.) 


So back to the point - I keep looking. And this is what I find: 


http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/05/10/obama-fundraising-george-clooney-gay-marriage_n_1505615.html 


Yep. Obama is hanging out with Clooney. I totally saw Obama. Or his helicopter, but whatever. I totally should have waved. I wanted to. I should have. 


And I forgive that bad driver in the SUV who almost ran me over trying to look.

Coachella

So, I'm pretty anti music festivals. Don't get me wrong - I love live music. But the people who go to music festivals always seem like such douche bags and the price of these events is insane for no real reason. So, I don't go.


That being said, Miss Casey went to Coachella last weekend and discovered this gem:

He's so amazing I had to show the world.


Apparently he was dancing up a storm and when the music ended he panicked. 


Awesome.


And it doesn't at all support my theory.....

I'm obsessed!

So I'm half way through my training for "Run for Your Lives" and I'm OBSESSED! I love it!


Every day I can't wait to run. I have to hold myself back because I know I have to let my body heal. I'm even running through severe knee pain because of my awful shoes.


Yesterday at physical therapy I was told that I was not allowed to run again until I bought better shoes. Well, that's what I'm doing today after work because I don't want to miss a day!


I started using this wonderful app called 5K Runner. It has me running intervals that gradually increase. I started at one minute and could barely do it. I'm up to five minutes. It hurts, but I can do it.


http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/5k-runner-start-running-c25k/id439852091?mt=8


Bring it on, zombies!

WATCH THIS MOVIE

"God Bless America"

Apparently, Bobcat Goldthwait crawled into my brain and made a movie about my fantasy.

My fantasy is to destroy people who are just mean and/or rude. That's the premise of this entire movie!!

Seriously. Everyone in the world should see this. It would make the world a better place.

http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/god_bless_america_2011/

People have way too much time

Exhibit A:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bo9yk747v-E


As well as all of the people who commented the following:


"I almost died."


or 


"I [censored for language and incredibly poor grammatical skills] died."

Republicans don't litter

So, I love my father. I do. He raised me by himself while commuting two and a half hours each way to and from work. The man is fearless and fun and loyal.

But.....

We strongly disagree on politics. We mostly disagree because he thinks everything conservative is the gospel and I think having an open mind is the only way to fix this country.

And then there was yesterday. He told me that he didn't understand why liberals were pushing a reusable drinking container agenda when they were the ones that litter. I said that I think everyone litters because people just suck in general. He informed me that this was not true because Republicans don't litter. He knew this because he was at a Tea Party event of 1,500 people and when they left there was no litter.

Ummmmm......

I told him that I was at a trade show with more than 1,500 people and there was no litter. I said that maybe there were just plenty of trash cans. I said that I was guessing there were both Republicans and Democrats at the trade show.

Well, apparently I was wrong. Because I was then informed that we all know Democrats litter because of Occupy Wall Street.





So this man's logic is to compare a Tea Party gathering with Occupy Wall Street, which everyone knows was a ridiculous mess. Yes. Flawless logic.

I asked him when the last time he had been at a liberal gathering. He said he had been. And there was litter. Okay.... so when. Well, he had to admit it had been years. But it didn't matter because Republicans don't litter and liberals do.

Then he brings up that he went to a gay rights event and they wouldn't let his dog in. I asked what that had to do with anything. He said that they were supposed to be open-minded and accept everyone.

So.... we are now comparing the rights of a group of people to the rights of a dog coming into a park? Uh....

So, stupid me, I say, that's because no one cleans up after their dogs.

The response? (Come on. I know you're dying to know.)

He says, "Hm. I'd be interested to see who does clean up after their dogs. I'm pretty sure it would be Republicans."

What?!? WHAT?!?

So, folks. Now you know. Republicans don't litter and they clean up after their dogs. Liberals litter and let their dogs poop on your yard. This is infallible logic so believe it!

Run for your lives!

So, I'm in love with AMC's "The Walking Dead." I read an article the other day about how they sponsored a 5K run/obstacle course called "Run For Your Lives." So of course my crazy brain thinks I should do this. And I'm going to. And I'm really excited.


Because who DOESN'T want to do a 5K run/insane obstacle course with zombies attacking you and trying to steal your life (or flags)?


But then comes the things I didn't think about. I'm injured. I'm broke. I'm inherently lazy.


But I don't care. I'm doing it. And I've enlisted the husband as well. So October 20th in my home town I will be running for my life. And I can't wait!



Training starts Sunday! The virus is spreading....


http://runforyourlives.com/

Save "Parenthood!"

"Parenthood" is easily the best show on TV. (Well, besides "Vampire Diaries.") But it's in danger of being cancelled. Why? Because people are idiots. 

Smart, touching shows just don't make it on TV these days. I think I'm having "Freaks and Geeks" flashbacks here.

The dumber America gets the more good shows get cancelled and get replaced with things like "Secret Circle." 


Come on, people! Help America stay smart and watch "Parenthood!" 


Catch up here:


http://www.nbc.com/parenthood/

$4.19 for gas?!?!

So, it's almost time for Miss Shasta to get gas again. So she's driving by stations and checking out signs. And what does she see at the cheapest gas station around? You guessed it - $4.19.

*Gasp*

Please, someone do something. Please. GasBuddy showed gas at $4.59. People aren't going to be able to drive anymore.

Mitt is Mean

So, I very recently posted about Mitt Romney and how the media was twisting his words. So when I heard about how he put his dog, Seamus, on the roof of a car for a 12 hour trip I made sure I did my research. Sadly, it's true.

From Snopes:

http://www.snopes.com/politics/romney/dog.asp

Yep. Mitt is mean. What kind of person puts a DOG on a ROOF on the FREEWAY? And why would I want that person to run my country?

Yep. The media might have been exagerating about how Mitt feels about poor people, but not about dogs.

And the worst part? He seems to feel that Seamus LIKED the trip. That's why he deficated all over the car, I'm sure. Mitt needs to get it together. This is not okay. It's especially not okay to continually think it was right.

http://blogs.wsj.com/washwire/2011/12/21/romney-and-seamus-the-dog/

And it continues:

http://www.mediabistro.com/fishbowldc/the-dog-days-of-romney-continued_b65353

Poor Seamus. I hope he found a home where he was treated right.

Whitney Houston's Death

So, Whitney Houston died this weekend. Is it bad that I don't have much to say about this? I mean, the only thing that's really shocking about this is that she's been alive this long. I feel like a jerk for saying that, but really? And do we really need to wait for an autopsy? I think we all know that some kind of drug-like situation killed her. And, sad but true, Ms. Houston really hasn't been relevant for quite some time. It's sad, really. Very sad.

My new blog obsession

This blogger not only discusses nail polish, which I am extremely obsessed with, but also was inspired to do nail art by Chuck Palahniuk, who I am extremely obsessed with.



I think this person might be the coolest person ever.

Follow this blog:

http://caitlinscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2012/02/purple-crumpet-fairy-challenge-inspired.html

"Pumped Up Kicks" is a Problem

From the
moment I heard "Pumped Up Kicks" by Foster the People I was disgusted. Here are the lyrics:


Robert's got a quick hand.
He'll look around the room, he wont tell you his plan.
He's got a rolled cigarette hanging out his mouth.
He's a cowboy kid.
Yeah! He found a six-shooter gun in his dad's closet, with the box of fun things.
I don't even know what, but he's coming for you. Yeah, He's coming for you!

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.


Daddy works a long day.
He be coming home late, and he's coming home late.
And he's bringing me a surprise. 'cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice
I've waited for a long time.
Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger.
I reason with my cigarette,
Then say, "Your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah?"


All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.


(Run, Run, Run, Run. Run,
Run. R-Run, Run, Run.
R-Run. R-Run, Run, Run. R-Run.
Run, Run. Run, Run. Run, Run, Run.)


All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

Read more: FOSTER THE PEOPLE - PUMPED UP KICKS LYRICS http://www.metrolyrics.com/pumped-up-kicks-lyrics-foster-the-people.html#ixzz1m0k47g8D
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Now, I listen to punk. I love The Misfits' "Last Caress." I understand that songs can still be offensive and be good. I love Pearl Jam's "Jeremy." But one of these songs is taken in a fun, dark horror movie kind of way and the other is social commentary in a depressing kind of way.

But seriously? A fun, poppy song about a school shooting? Am I the ONLY one who thinks this is a problem and that this song should never have received a Grammy nomination?

So, I turned to the good old Internet. Apparently I am not the only person disturbed by this song:
http://articles.chicagotribune.com/2011-10-03/entertainment/ct-ent-1004-foster-lyrics-20111004_1_school-shooting-pop-music-song

This article from the Chicago Tribune by Steve Johnson explains the problem so much more eloquently that I can. "Pumped Up Kicks" makes school shootings seem cool, even though the song's writer says that's not the intention. While I am not supporting censorship, I am saying that a song that makes school shootings seem fun and light-hearted should not be glorified with award nominations.

Granted, the song is a good song. That doesn't mean we should all blindly support it. Imagine how the parents of kids who have been killed in school shootings feel. Or the families of teachers who have died trying to protect kids in school shootings.

Here's another article:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/click-track/post/be-specific-foster-the-peoples-mark-foster-talks-about-pumped-up-kicks-a-sunny-and-violent-new-hit/2011/06/22/AGjf48fH_blog.html

The interview discusses how Mark Foster is "saying something," like Pearl Jam was with "Jeremy." Um, excuse me? What exactly is he saying? Because I don't seem to see anything in the lyrics other than that kids in expensive shoes should be afraid of getting shot. Is there a point to these lyrics? A philosophical discussion on school shootings and their affect on the world? I think not.

And the fact that I could find barely anything on the Internet expressing mutual outrage disgusts me as well.

Gary Oldman is a Genius

Gary Oldman should win the Oscar. Anyone else who says anything else should immediately be taken outside and shot. I haven't even seen this "Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy" movie or whatever, but I can promise you, Gary Oldman should win. Why? Because he's the best actor ever. E-V-E-R. Who else do you know that you can name multiple roles and people say, "That's the same guy?" No one. It's a travesty that he has not received an Oscar yet.

I am not a Republican....

But seriously, the media saying that Mitt Romney doesn't care about poor people is ridiculous. The fact that the media can just pull out one portion of a statement and make it news disgusts me. It also scares me! Especially since people just take headlines at face value and don't take the time to research them.

Romney has been making this same statement for some time now and no one had an issue with it. No one cared until they could pull out a negative sound bite.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/02/01/mitt-romney-very-poor_n_1246557.html

This is enough to convince me to vote for the man.

Give it a break, media, and report the news honestly.

I hate you if....

- You know a lane is ending yet you drive up to the very end to cut into traffic.

- You pretend like you are going to turn right at a light so that when the light changes you can cut in front of the rest of the traffic going straight.

- You blast gangsta rap while driving. I don't care. I don't want to hear it. You're not cool.

- You try way too hard.

- You go to Coachella. (JUST KIDDING, Casey. Well, kind of.)

- You park your grocery cart in the middle of the aisles.

- You use a handicapped placard and you are not handicapped.

- You use a handicapped stall and you are not handicapped. As a person who cannot bend a knee, I am telling you it's very annoying to have to use a tiny stall while you hang out and change into your gym clothes in the stall meant for me.

- You don't like animals.

- You're just all around annoying.

- You type "u" instead of "you" in texts and emails. It's two more letters. How lazy could you possibly be?

- You cut in line. (I think this ties in to the first one.)

- You think it's cute to act like a little girl once you're past the age of 18.

I'm grumpy this morning. This has helped.

Anthropologie

I know I'm supposed to be all biting and acerbic in my blog but I actually just had a REALLY good experience.

My dad bought me some pants at Anthropologie for Christmas. Because they were from Anthropologie they were expensive. I never buy expensive clothes. Well, I've worn them three times and the left leg seam started to come undone. I was annoyed.

Now, normally I wouldn't do anything but I now sit next to this girl, Sarah, at work. I hear her all the time forcing retailers to take responsibility for their actions. I was inspired by Sarah. So, I emailed the company and told them my tale of woe. Soon, I received an email saying that they couldn't do anything but I could return the pants at any store location. That made me mad. I never asked for the pants to be returned. I asked to have them repaired. So, I emailed (angrily) right back and said that I wasn't going out of my way to return pants that I don't even want to return.

One day later I received an email from the store manager from which my pants came. The email apologized and asked me to call so I can get my pants fixed. I called. This manager, Jennifer, was extremely nice. She apologized and asked if I had talked to a tailor. I had and said I found two places, one for $15 and one for $8 but I liked the $15 place better. She said that was no problem and that she would return the pants and resell them to me at $30 cheaper due to my inconvenience. I asked how that would work since my dad paid cash. She said that would be no problem and would take care of it on my debit card and mail me the receipt.

I can't tell you how pleased I am with this experience. I haven't had service like this in a very long time. Needless to say, I will be going back to Anthropologie to shop. Thanks, Jennifer!

Things that have gone wrong in 2012

So, maybe the world will end in 2012. I have never had more things go wrong! I blame this completely on Casey and my father because at times both of them had said, "Well, at least nothing else can go wrong." This is never true. And when someone says it, something else inevitably goes wrong. So here's the list:

- I tore a ligament in my knee
- Jason had a ton of worker's comp issues
- Jason was told he couldn't have work restrictions at work and told to go home

- I bounced a check because a company put through an automatic payment that I never authorized

- I made a big, huge mistake at work

- My grandmother had a stroke (She's okay, though, thank god)

- My cat was diagnosed with hyperthyroidism (She did not have it)

- I had the worst Disneyland experience ever, including having my knee reinjured by some idiot working at Space Mountain

- I slipped at work and reinjured my knee further

I think that's all. Please keep in mind that this is only 23 days into the new year!

Why, 2012? What did I do to you?

Betty Rocker

My husband has been calling me Betty Rocker for a few years now.


We have been together for almost 10 years. When we met I was a young girl full of punk rock venom. I had piercings and tattoos and would never dream of giving up my pair of Chucks for a pair of high heels. And my specialty in the kitchen was Top Ramen.


Well, in 10 years things have changed. I now bake a mean carrot cake from scratch. Hell, I bake a mean anything from scratch. I cook to ease stress. I have 60-some-odd pairs of heels. One of my dreams is to learn to sew. I love crafts and gardening. I have no more piercings. 


But I do have a lot more tattoos! And I still love punk and I have a natural distrust of authority. Because of this I have been dubbed Betty Rocker.


Because I work in the fashion and beauty industry I need to stay on top of trends. So, I read magazines like Elle. Well, last night I was reading Elle and this is what I saw:

MY nickname!! Mainstream! *sigh*

Barry Weiss - A Love Letter to a Reality TV Star

Oh Barry Weiss. How I love thee. Normally, I watch bad reality TV because I enjoy seeing the stupidity in the world. Barry Weiss, though, has changed all of that. I want to hang out with him. I want Barry to be my friend. Because who doesn't want to hang out with a gray-haired gentleman who wears thick glasses and skeleton gloves and who owns a seven million dollar car collection? I do. Barry is the coolest cat in LA. Someday Jason and I will run into Barry and we will charm him into loving us too. And we will be the happiest people around.

"Dance Moms"

"Dance Moms." My new obsession.

So I readily admit that I love bad reality TV. But "Dance Moms" is above and beyond.

Because I do not subscribe to television service I am devastated to say that I did not learn about this gem until season two. This saddens me. But, I am pleased to say that I did discover this on Lifetime.com and I won't miss an episode.

The show is about this awful woman named Abby Lee. Abby runs a children's dance studio that often wins competitions. Abby seems to find it approprate to berate children for things like writing on their hands and for their mothers not being at practice. And the dance moms for which the show is titled? They PAY this woman to do this. And they continually scream at her and call her things like a whore to her face while making Weight Watchers comments behind her back. Oh, it's amazing. To see how these people behave on television gives me a thrill that "Toddlers and Tiaras" just can't compare with.




Watch it. Watch it now.


http://www.mylifetime.com/shows/dance-moms