transformation

- caterpillar to butterfly or phoenix?

Remember that random Twitter 140 character thing? Yeah…this is it.

it’s TODAY!

It’s World Nutella Day!

In honour, Nutella crepes will be made tonight. I went to share this with the world today and realised, I deleted my Twitter account over the weekend! For a while, I was sad (as they’ve disabled account restoration – understandably with the constant account hacking and such), but what burns the most is that I’ve lost all my tweets…I completely forgot to back them up. Ahh well…easy come, easy go. I do have my most amazing blog to help me blow my trumpet! Do expect little 140 (or so) statements tho.

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I’ve been doing a lot of reading and one of those books (now redubbed a bible) is French Women Don’t Sleep Alone. I’ve taken everything in the book to heart. For instance, for every bra, there should be three complementary panties. The extermination of the either/or mentality and the embracing of my femininity. The book also did well to remind its readers (assuming, American women) to remember that it is the woman’s prerogative to change her mind, at will and often. Speaking of the mind, a woman must change her perception of herself in order to empower herself with the French woman’s secret: la confiance (the confidence).

I employ you to read it.

And make yourself with something Nutella…trust me.

On Homosexual Marriage*

Homosexuality is not natural, much like eyeglasses, polyester, and birth control.

Heterosexual marriages are valid because they produce children. Infertile couples and old people can’t legally get married because the world needs more children.

Obviously, gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.

Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage is allowed, since Britney Spears’ 55-hour just-for-fun marriage was meaningful.

Heterosexual marriage has been around a long time and hasn’t changed at all; women are property, blacks can’t marry whites, and divorce is illegal.

Gay marriage should be decided by people, not the courts, because the majority-elected legislatures, not courts, have historically protected the rights of the minorities.

Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That’s why we have only one religion in America.

Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.

Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.

Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That’s why single parents are forbidden to raise children.

Gay marriage will change the foundation of society. Heterosexual marriage has been around for a long time, and we could never adapt to new social norms because we haven’t adapted to things like cars or longer life-spans.

Civil unions, providing most of the same benefits as marriage with a different name are better, because a “separate but equal” institution is always constitutional. Separate schools for African-Americans worked just as well as separate marriages for gays and lesbians will.

*Note the sarcasm. I’m all for…

today

last week, this time, I felt as though dementors were hovering above the elevator I took down 10 flights of stairs.

-a big lunch and my Cinnamon Roll Patronus cured that though.

today is a day for keeping my red toenails in warm shoes.

today is a day for vintage handkerchiefs and lightly salted almonds as my noon snack.

today is a day for maybe yet another reconsidering and a lot of being the bigger woman.

today is a day for new kohl-rimmed glasses.

today is a day for practicing on the drive home. “Reechard (Richard). Ghaque (Jacques). Jahn (Jean). Eeeve (Yves).

today is a day for praying for my car’s speedy and cheap recovery.

today is not a day for melancholy though. definitely not today.

I plan, today, to go home and add a few layers to my bed…if only to compensate for wanting to wear a rather tiny nightgown I found while cleaning out my dresser.

I also plan to have tea and biscuits in the library on my break. I bring my own teabags (organic chai and earl grey) and order a large cup of hot water from the nearby cafe ($0.32) > savvy, no?

And finally, I plan to go home and take a long bath. Fully clothed. Have you ever tried it? Start off with socks in the shower…feels very odd. But odd is good.

Have you a good day.

If…

I’ve not written anything substantial or thoughtful lately and that’s probably attributed to my 1. Lack of creative content; 2. Lack of drive and 3. Transitioning outlook on life. Rather, transforming might fit better.

You see, on my desk I have a detailed drawing of the reminder: “stop caring so much.” Not a twenty-ten resolution or anything, but something I’ve been retraining myself to do. Not much really matters, does it?

I’ve grown silent throughout my life. I’ve not been a Facebook junkie for 5 months strong…obviously my beloved blog has suffered and even in real time, I’m speaking less to more people. Friendships have been set against a few standards I have and sadly, most have faltered. I’m not sad though…I’ve stopped caring. Why? Why should I? If you are you and I am me, but we clash, then go your merry way and be happy…right? That’s what we’re here for. Do good, leave a legacy, be happy.

Just because i want something to work CERTAINLY doesn’t mean it will. It never does. Except the things I can control. Maybe this is why I am so controlling (< definitely a Fix on my 2010 resolutions list).

My point is, I just don’t have the energy to try to change the things I can’t. And I reserve the right to choose what things I accept. The list is short. And private. Not meaning to give you the silent treatment, just try to understand my silence.

A lot will change this year. Moreso my environment than me. A lot has changed already – January was a vibrant month.
February and I are already smiling at each other.

dreaming of spring

I hate  being cold. But all the dresses in my closet, waiting with me  for Spring to come  back, help to ease it.

The planning for my trip to Paris is coming along beautifully. There are two options: a ten day stretch over Dublin, London and then Paris or straight to Paris for the full ten days. We’ve not decided if we’re going to do the 10-10-10 thing (on account of the weather) or we’ll do it at the end of the summer (around August).

Whenever it is…it’s all I can think about.

x.