Month: May 2010

  • It’s the small things in life like…

    …the last piece of salmon sashimi.

    …extra buttery popcorn.

    …natural highs.

    …friendly sarcasm.

    …being lipid deficient.

    …taking a photo and realizing it came out better than expected on the PC.

    …game-winning shots in basketball.

    …cool-looking hair on gals.

    …the sugary milk left over from frosted cereals. Or even better, the sugary-milk from Rice Krispies (that’s if you sprinkle sugar onto your RK’s). 

  • Is It Okay To Be Nude In Front Of Your Children?

    Is it ever okay to walk around naked in front of your child? This was the topic of The Tyra Banks Show today, and it really caught my attention.

    I say no.

  • I don’t care about Mother’s Day!

    Now it’s definitely not because I don’t like my mother, because I absolutely love her. But what I don’t get is, how come people have to choose one day in an entire year to celebrate how great our mother is?

  • Xangans Supporting One Another (Literally)

    This post is a spiritual sequel to another post I made a while back titled “My Xangan Picture Collaboration Project”.  Like that post, I asked several Xangans to send me a picture of themselves doing a certain pose which I would later put together to give the illusion of interaction across different space.  This time around, it’s not just two people interacting with one other at a time.  Everybody’s in on it!  

    How many Xangans do you think I can “support”? 

    *Note:  For the best effect, go all the way down to the end of this post and scroll up.  Also, ignore the little spacing separating the pictures.  For some reason I couldn’t get rid of it, but you get the idea.  Click on the picture if you want to visit the person’s page.*

    Alright!  Lets check out this balancing act, shall we? 

  • Reasons Why You MUST Eat Enough Calories!

    My friend is definitely NOT eating enough calories per day.I can’t even do a single thing about it. I keep trying to tell her it’s not enough, but she won’t listen.

    So I’ve compiled 10 reasons why you must eat 1200 calories at the least a day. This is for her and for you if you aren’t eating enough calories. 

  • Facebook status updates

    I don’t know what it is about my generation, but we have a warped sense of duty to let hundreds of people know our business. There are hundreds of types of Facebook users that update that statuses in embarrassing fashion. 

  • The Power of NO

    There is a facebook page called IF I SPOKEN TO MY PARENTS HOW KIDS TALK NOW DAYS I`D BEEN KNOCKED OUT[sic]. Several of my friends have joined, and I’ll tell ya, this is a big issue for me.  Now, I don’t promote the old adage “Children should be seen and not heard,” but I definitely believe children need to learn to respect grownups.  This isn’t about adult power-tripping, it is about basic safety and respect for others.  

    All too often at the grocery store or the mall, I see kids running out into the parking lot unfettered, kids that hit their parents in a tantrum, kids that scream for attention when their grownup is talking to another grownup.  And you know who is power-tripping? 

  • Is the BMI Chart Serious!?

    So I just looked at a BMI chart because this post made me think of it.

    The heaviest I can be and be healthy is 153 and I could go as low as 121 and still be healthy according to the charts. Are you $%@#$%* kidding me?

  • Why I Write/Blog

    When I was younger I wasn’t good at reading, or writing. What really improved my writing and reading was coming online, chatting with people and reading about different things that interested me. I really started to write a lot between 12 and 13. I found that I really liked it, I enjoyed it and I could write whatever I wanted, I could express my feelings without getting in trouble with my parents. Growing up I could never talk with my parents, I could never say my opinions about anything, or express my feelings. I was often told I was wrong, or get in trouble for nothing. I closed up after that began happening and my only outlet was writing. 

  • dear the people i went to high school with who now have kids

    for the love of all things holy, please understand this:

    i.  do.  not.  want.  to.  see.  baby.  pictures.

    that’s the only thing worse than if you’re actually toting the baby along with you and you introduce me to the child–forcing me to make small talk in ridiculous voices with an infant who can’t tell a cat from a shoe.  by showing me the picture(s) of your vile spawn, i’m forced to do the one thing more personally revolting–make small talk with you.  about your infant.  who can’t tell a cat from a shoe.  but, God love him/her/it, he/she/it practically never cries. oh!  except when it’s feeding time.  which is all the time for an infant–i’ve taken care of babies before.  you’re not fooling me.