Not today Justin
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Love Begins
we're not kids anymore.
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Jules of Nature
todays bird
Claire Keane
Misplaced Lens Cap
occasionally subtle
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@charliecomic
These were taken last year 2017. I’m ready for Xmas again. It’s so cheery, and i need a little cheer. Bring all the cheer, all of it, and savor a lot of it for yourself before you start handing it out to others...because sometimes you are the one that needs it the most! Happy Holidays!!
P.S. One day I hope to find a red top hat I can wear to match my tree ;) If anybody sees one please let me know. #imnotkidding
Do you have any idea how much I love him?
De-stress
Changed my work shift to even earlier in the day to see if that reduces stress. With the old shift, I was in traffic for about an hour in the morning, and between 1.5-2 hours in the afternoon.
I would often feel like a cranky toddler once I hit the 2 hour mark. Sometimes I would literally have to scream. It’s nice to be in one of those positions now that says come in whenever works for you! As long as you get your work done, you can choose which ‘shift’ works best for you. Let’s see how this goes.
Traffic is a lot of stress, I drive so far and you have to stay vigilant and aggressive so you don’t get run over or pushed around by other cars and trucks on the highways.
Also slightly freaking because I know phones are only supposed to be kept for 2 years but I kept mine for 5 because I dont like change and I take good care of my shit....until it finally limped on its last legs.
I just want my voicemails off of it. I saved voicemails from my granny, whose voice I will never be able to hear again. She left me two very funny voicemails.
One was calling and trying to get me to tell her a funny story. I was known as the story grandchild. I told stories to her so good her teeth would fall out. She would even tell the nurse that usually came by with the good pain meds to come back in an hour so she could finish the story with me. That was big for her because by the end she was like Smeagol from Lord of the Rings with those dang pain meds. But hey, arthritis sucks soo....
The second was just gut busting. She found out me, in my early twenties went out into a local park at 6am and ran into a herd of deer with my dog who was then a 7 month old knuckleheaded hound pup. I was in awe of the herd as they couldn’t smell us coming, or hear us over the noise of their own feet. I have never been so close. Anyway, somebody tattled on me probably meaning to share the glory of such a moment as a beautiful thing but my granny don’t like animals and she took it the wroonnnng way.
So I had two glorious minutes of her southern twang berating me and telling me that God’s Angels were around me and that damn dog and I was lucky I didn’t get clocked in the head by those rabid beasts!!!
Because deer are like bears apparently.
I can’t handle it, and I won’t handle it very well if Apple Genius Bar cannot give me my voicemails back. Because I didn’t know there was more stuff of her I could lose, other than her physical presence.
I know it will hurt. But the hope is it won’t hurt too much. But then I think of how wonderful she was, and doesn’t she have a right to hurt me that much? Because she was so wonderful? Still not fair, but prepping myself, and Genius Bar better prep themselves too...#helloinvoluntarytearsihateyou
Also Charlie is five, and I bought him a tennis ball cake because I’m that dog lady who doesn’t have any kids and loves kids birthday parties so must subsitute her dog until she has kids. So as soon as I figure out my fate, I will post those pics because he was too cute.
Also the vet is now calling him middle aged. That makes him older than me. So now I must look upon him and see that he has surpassed me in wisdom and experienced. Stuffed all that learning in a shorter time period than me. We always wonder about immortality don’t we? Well here I am, staring at him and wondering if he notices that I have not aged?
Isn’t it strange?
I have not aged. Not like he has, does he notice?
Does he wonder?
Isn’t it strange to be able to observe his whole lifetime? To be able to observe his whole lifespan at least 3 if not 4 times?
All I can tell myself is to enjoy it. Laugh. Hold him. Love. Every moment beautiful. Even when he pukes all over my floor. Because one day he won’t do it anymore.
But isn’t it strange? 5 years. It has been awhile hasn’t it? I have surely grown a bit, haven’t I? But in his eyes.....And when he is ten and he notices that I can still run, that I can run without him, what will he think? I can’t say this time has been short because I have felt every year. But when you are told ‘middle aged’ given a time period on which to now compare everything, how can the next 5 not feel too fast?
I wish she had never said it. I wish I had just had the discovery on my own. Just an,
Oh. I must slow.
and none of this nagging worry, none of these pressing thoughts. Bah, I must be in a mood.
This one was a little bit more challenging to do than I thought it would be – and that was mostly in all the detail (RIP) ,as well as figuring out ways to adapt a Klimt-esque look to Howl. It was really tempting to put him in his pink jacket since it lends itself to rectangular form so well. However I just had to go and make things difficult for myself… because I love his transformed version!
Based on Klimts ‘The Kiss’ (1907-1908)
The Hollywood myth that movies with predominately minority casts aren’t relatable to general (aka “White”) audiences – and underperform as a result – just won’t go away. Or will it? Tinsel Town executives had their collective edges snatched by the $1 billion+ performance of Black Panther and $140 million+ showing of Girls Trip earlier this year, both led by majority Black casts. And if the buzz around the Asian-led Crazy Rich Asians carries over to the box office, those same executives will want to invest in some Crème of Nature Edge Control with the quickness.
Crazy Rich Asians tells the story of Rachel Chu (Constance Wu), a Chinese-American economics professor at New York University who learns that her boyfriend Nick Young (Henry Golding) is the billionaire heir to his family’s Chinese real estate business. Nick invites Rachel to his family home in Singapore to attend a friend’s wedding and within minutes the news has spread globally across Asian diaspora via social media. Before they’re even out of the bar, Nick’s mother Eleanor (Michelle Yeoh) is calling her son to inquire about the mysterious American girl he’s bringing home
What follows is a classic tale of “Poor Girl/Boy Meets Rich Boy/Girl and Romantic Hijinks Between the Classes Ensue.” You’ve seen it in My Fair Lady, Aladdin, and of course Cinderella. And like every story in this vein, there’s a hater or two that doesn’t want the outsider to overstay their welcome. In Crazy Rich Asians, that’s Nick’s traditionalist mother who is adamant that her son marries someone proper and take his rightful place in the family business.
That’s part of the charm of Crazy Rich Asians – it’s a regular schmegular degular story anyone can relate to. Who hasn’t endured the scorn of in-laws or bent over backwards to impress the overprotective parents of a significant other? Better yet, who among us hasn’t ever felt like we weren’t good enough, be it for a lover, our family, or even a job? The fact that it’s a cast of Asian actors telling that story doesn’t make Crazy Rich Asians any less accessible to non-Asian audiences.
Only time will tell if Chu’s gamble will pay off financially. But in terms of cultural and artistic relevance, Crazy Rich Asians has more than proven itself. And yes, its even worth paying the full, non-matinee price.
Crazy Rich Asians opens in wide release in the U.S. on Wednesday, August 15.
Read our review here. {x]
Representation matters! :) Going to see this, this Sunday!
Hi
Looking back at a lot of my old posts. Wow. I can’t say I’m happy now, but I can say I feel healthier. I feel more stable. More alert. More here. Some days still feel like I am watching a movie of myself, but its getting to that line where you aren’t sure if the issue is the normalcy of monotony, and not a reduction of one’s self from the world.
I feel here. I feel aware, and I am eating. A LOT. Like a pendulum I have finally swung from eating a small 500 calorie meal once every 24 hours to eating TOO MUCH. SO MUCH.
I’m ready to turn my life around. For anybody else out there struggling with eating issues, I would say this, go easy on yourself. The problem is not the food. Or the lack of it. Or at least it wasn’t for me. It was the control.
When you feel like you are at the bottom of a well and its endless darkness all around, and you can’t do ANYTHING.
Why not control the one thing that you could? What you allow into your body. Also, food sits funny in you. Perhaps its a problem of getting older too, but you know what it feels like. Some foods feel heavier than others. Sit longer. Make the stomach not able to clench as well.
The stomach, that is clenching from stress.
Treat the stress first has been my experience. Treat the stress and anxiety and the need to be in control by going to see a therapist. I saw one once a week for a year. Things stayed hard, but the therapist helped me keep my head above water when I felt like I was at the bottom of a well with no way out. The well didnt go away, sure. Some hard stuff does not go away.
BUT.
Therapists and medical professionals can help you learn how to cope with it. How to hold on to SOMETHING instead of just resting down there,. laying down there, letting things happen to you.
It took a year. And now I have swung back in the other direction, stress eating. I’m still vitamin deficient (hello long-term effects) but I’m getting there. Now I just have to change what I eat. Now I just have to accept that the same coping mechanisms that helped me when i was at my lowest, can help me when I am at my midpoint.
Even when I think I am better.
I am better.
But I want to stay better and if that means going back to therapy, then so be it. So we will see. This is me. I swear I’m the bubbliest person you may ever meet. And maybe this is on my mind because sometimes I feel that people look at me and go, “She’s so happy.So positive! So bubbly!” Like they are angry to see it. As if I have not suffered the bumps and scrapes of hard things.
sharp things.
Dark things.
I have been hurt and I have licked my wounds. But if I am to keep going in this world, if I am going to keep walking, running, jumping, spinning, dancing
talking loving laughing
so much laughing
then I have to be able to laugh
I have to be able to smile
because If I can’t smile at the DAMN SUN
a blade of grass
my dog’s paws
then what the heck am I here for?
What the heck am I doing it all for?
So for all the bubbly people you think haven’t experienced anything rough, we have.
We aren’t smiling for you.
We are smiling for US. and the fact that we are still here to experience everything, and smile, away.
“Battlin” Bella Abzug, the o.g. Nasty Woman, was born on this day in 1920. In one Congress term, she pushed forward Title IX, the Freedom of Information Act, the Equal Rights Amendment, the first federal gay rights act, and Nixon’s impeachment. That whole saying, “A Woman’s Place is in the House of Representatives”? That was her campaign slogan.
I’m legitimately sad I wasn’t alive when she was in office.
I covered her in book two.
J.R.R Tolkien, looking at flowers.
Apparently people hated to go for walks with him because he would stop and look at every tree for like 20 minutes.
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Hey. I am a 29 yr old female who for a slew of reasons happens to be completely inexperienced in matters of love/sex. I only just started dating a month ago and while it's going well, I feel overwhelmed by a sense of inadequacy. Like even if something does pan out what could I possibly have to contribute to the relationship? Am I just chasing a pipe dream? Is it too late for me to start looking for love/ sex? Or do I just need to calm the fuck down?
There are approximately 290,000 active commercial airline pilots in the world. Every day, they wake up to whiney kids, sick dogs, aging parents, annoying coworkers, and shitty commutes. Of course they also wake up to great runs, pretty sunrises, home-cooked meals, exotic locations, and trips home. Because they’re people. Normal people, in the grind of life, going to work and going home. And at work, they get to their gate, tick all the boxes, say their polite hellos to their passengers, and move a giant metal fuselage full of strangers 30,000 feet into the air going 500 mph across unexplored oceans of unsurvivable depth.
If someone made you pilot a commercial flight tomorrow, you would have reason to feel overwhelmed by a sense of inadequacy because you would literally be inadequate. You would have nothing to contribute to flying because you would have no idea how to fly a plane.
But you do have something to contribute to a relationship, because you do, in fact, know how to be in them. You, despite your not knowing it, have plenty of training. Right now, you’re in a small but very real relationship with me. You’ve come to me with curiosity, vulnerability, and even a dash of humor. I see that vulnerability and am coming back to you with what I hope is kindness and realism. But I don’t know for sure. I can’t know how you’ll receive this message, how you’ll relate to what I’m saying, or what you’ll think of me after. And that, really, is being in a relationship. Putting yourself out there, trying to be your best self, trying to help people, trying to know someone, and knowing that, sometimes despite all of this, sometimes the relationship you’re trying to forge will fail. That is true when we’re 6 on the playground on the monkey bars, it’s true when we’re 16 negotiating curfews and grades, it’s true when we’re 29 interviewing and flirting, it’s true when we’re 43 reassessing our marriages, it’s true forever.
I get that everyone else feels like an airline pilot, navigating skies out of your reach with flexibility and wisdom. But you don’t have to fly a plane to date. You answer a message. You make a joke. You send a text. You get ignored. You turn someone down. You ask someone out. And at whatever speed you’re comfortable with, you remove whatever literal and figurative layers you’re comfortable with.
You are allowed to feel overwhelmed. Everyone feels overwhelmed when approaching something they literally have no idea how to do. That’s OK. But that’s why we learn. That’s why we take our time but also take chances. That’s why flight school exists. That’s why dating blogs and books and movies and websites and everything else exists. So you can learn to date. Because the truth is, even people who’ve been holding hands on the playground since they were 9 can feel overwhelmed by the world of love. We’ve only written an infinite amount of story around the subject. You could say almost every single human is undone, overcome, and indeed overwhelmed by love and all its facets. And that’s OK. But inadequate? A pipe dream? Too late?
No. Too late is when you’re dead. Show yourself a little forgiveness. Because what you’ve shown me isn’t inadequacy, it’s hope. And really, that’s all you need.
Such was my adult calling: I would take my childhood back into my hands and make out of it a flawless masterpiece. • Simone de Beauvoir, French writer (1908-1986)
What was the best day of your life? It was a night. — Brigitte Bardot, French actress and singer (1934-) #frenchwords
They look so good together.
(9 days until the release! Still not too late to get your copy, with all the preorder goodies! http://www.rejectedprincesses.com/book2)
