Let me get the most important thing out of the way first: RIP Steve Jobs. I’m an Android personally, but husband is a devoted iPhone fan (as are many, MANY of my friends), and even we Droids can’t forget that without Jobs, there would be no such thing as an Android, a Market, an app, or a touch-screen app-based phone. He was THE MAN. Without this guy, we might still be carrying around portable CD players. Well, probably not, but we definitely wouldn’t have anything as badass as the iPod. Anyway, a lot of the inspiration that people took from Jobs wasn’t necessarily from his products; it was his entire philosophy on living and working, his unwavering REALNESS, his sometimes sharp tongue and short temper, his you-too-can-be-a-visionary speeches that he MEANT. Steve Jobs tried to teach us that you have to like what you’re doing, otherwise you might as well not do it. We only have one life, so every day has to be spent doing something purposeful and enjoyable, otherwise you’ll wake up at 80 and wonder why you never had any fun.

As many others did, I spent a lot of time reading the many articles on Jobs churned out by American media in the wake of his passing. This, combined with my recent penchant for all things motivational, has really helped me take a critical look at my life and my career. I couldn’t love my company ANY more dearly, and I love every day I spend in the presence of my colleagues and company-mates. BUT. As much as I love the company, my current position doesn’t leave me with any lingering passion or any true feelings of having helped someone while I was at work. It doesn’t make me want to roll out of bed as soon as the alarm goes off and rush out the door with gusto. I WANT a job like that. I want to love my work life as much as I love my home life.

People who know me know where my passion lies, and which field has always had my heart and my interest. There are definitely pros and cons to entering the work force at a young(er) age than those who go straight to a four-year university after high school. I feel that my postponement of a degree has given me ample time to build a career and a network, and I have years of excellent work history and references. It’s also saved me from wasting time on tuition when, truth be told, I had no idea what I wanted to do in life. The drawback, however, is that now that I know what I want, I sometimes feel like I’m too old to put in more than four years at a university. As another pro, my babylove is already 6, so she’s old enough to understand if mommy has to go to school, too. But, as a con, my babylove is 6, so we should be making awesome and messy memories of things other than homework. The REAL thing of it is this, though: Do I want babylove to see that you can make your dreams happen at ANY age, or do I want her to settle for mediocrity because she feels like her time has passed?

So, here I am, 26 and about to LEAP! I have years of experience encouraging me and reminding me that I’ve survived every leap I’ve ever made, so I guess being an adult isn’t so bad. However, I must digress at this point because anyone who knows me also knows that I can’t be serious and insightful for this long. It’s making me itch… so for the time being, I would like to switch back to lovely topics such as skin care, or maybe tattoos. You know how I roll. Get ready to switch gears, and I’ll get you a lighter-hearted post in a jiffy!


Origins Balanced Diet


I have FINALLY discovered the perfect moisturizer for my skin, and I am currently enjoying silky smoothness and a delicious smoothie smell that makes me wish I could kiss my own face. It’s designed for all skin types and the tiniest pea-sized drop will balance your entire face and leave you with a supple, evenly moisturized dermis. You can thank me (or, you know, Origins) later.

These are very simple steps, and will greatly improve your telephone experience. Since we are rapidly turning into a text/email/Facebook/never-ever-call-me society, it’s understandable that you may be clueless to the fact that you’re a major phone asshole. It’s okay. I’m here to help.

Step 1: LISTEN. When calling any establishment, it is customary for the person answering the phone to say the name of the company you’ve reached. If the company name they give is not the company you were trying to reach, don’t start spitting out your social security number and birthday and credit card number. STFU, let your neurons register what you’ve just heard, and if it’s the wrong number, politely say that you have the wrong number. Don’t argue with people. Don’t try to have a conversation about how you can never reach Comcast, and what number is this anyway? They did not call you. They did not give you the incorrect number so that you could badger them while they’re trying to work. This is ALL you, buddy.

Step 2: CHILL OUT. Just because you’re feeling ballsy because you’re not face-to-face with the person you’re berating doesn’t mean you can act a fool. Use your words. Mind your manners. Consider this: why are you calling this place? Is it because you have an account with them? Does the person whose mere existence seems to have pissed you off SO badly that your eyeballs are about to explode with rage have access to these accounts? Or your name, birthday, social, ledger, phone number, or email? Hmm. Yes. Take pause. While no one at a reputable company will mess with any of your information, you should still keep it in mind. Slow your roll; would you like it if someone called you at your office and started wildin’ out like they had no home training?

Step 3: STFU. Don’t interrupt people. It’s RUDE. While no one at a reputable company will give you incorrect information just because you’re a jackass, they may have additional information that will make your life much easier. BUT, if you can’t hold your reckless tongue for two seconds so they can finish talking, you probably won’t get that additional information. So you asked for the supervisor’s number and got it, and then cut the rep off while they were trying to speak because you, The Mightiest and Most Important Person on the Planet, thought you didn’t need anything else. You won. Right? But then you call the number and it’s a directory-access only… and damn, you didn’t the supervisor’s name. So now you have to call back, all because you’re a rude interrupter. If you had just S’dTFU for those last five seconds, you’d already have the name and would be on your way to full supervisor access. That’s a shame.

While there are many other simple and effective way to seem as if you have manners, these are the most important. Take a breath, make your phone call, and act like a damn human. If you can’t master these simple manners, you may want to locate your nearest elementary school and take your unlikeable self back to kindergarten.

oh, hello there. just a chat.

Posted: August 22, 2011 in talk

long time. wow. i guess for once, i can honestly say that life is trying to get one over on me. i don’t think i have ever felt so… just TIRED; i feel like i haven’t had a minute’s escape from REAL LIFE in months and it just kills me. i don’t remember ever feeling quite this downtrodden before, so i’ve been doing my best to just live and hope this all passes. i couldn’t really tell you if it’s working.

so this afternoon, whilst sitting outside in a slightly muggy breeze, i have this lovely realization: i like tough guys. i’ve sometimes scrolled through the kind of men i find GIANTLY attractive and what on earth they could have in common, and it just came to me. it’s not BAD guys, it’s TOUGH guys.  smokin’. oh yeah, and a shaved head isn’t so bad, either. or patrick dempsey. or rdj. clive owen. gerard butler. ooh, or that cop from law and order something. dear god, thank you for eye candy. amen.

i had an insane dilemma a couple weeks ago when i was registering small-person for kindergarten; i had to choose an ethnicity. only ONE box could be checked, and there was no “other” or “biracial.” i couldn’t get husband to answer the phone and i’m telling you, it was a ridiculously big deal, i just COULD NOT DECIDE. but i had to. wow, unexpected life choices in the middle of the afternoon on a thursday.

one of my oldest and best friends had a birthday last week, and i’m ridiculously happy for him. i mean, this is the kind of friend i could go a year without talking to, and he’d still know me better than just about anyone. it’s a soul friend kind of thing. so anyway, he has this AMAZING fiancée who is the sweetest, loveliest, most genuine kind of woman you could ever wish for as a friend, let alone as a wife for your BFF. he had a giant birthday party and he looked so happy and was surrounded by people who love him, and it’s exactly the sort of thing you wish for a person you love.

i really wish i had something rad to share. i’m telling you, it’s this thundercloud over my head. lord. well, i told myself i would put forth at least three beautiful things, so to wrap up…

#bible. #truth.

Posted: August 15, 2011 in talk

James 3:7-9

7 For every kind of beast and bird, of reptile and sea creature, can be tamed and has been tamed by mankind, 8 but no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison. 9 With it we bless our Lord and Father, and with it we curse people who are made in the likeness of God.

okay, i know it’s super annoying to have to click to another link, but look at this girl’s hair. this is so awesome. if my hair was that long, and everyone didn’t have their heads up their you-knows, and colorful bodies weren’t opressed, i would do this to my hair right now and be the happiest rainbow-headed girl EVER. this is what inner me looks like. rainbow freakin brite.


Posted: August 8, 2011 in backtalk, beauty

since we got mark wahlberg’s back muscles…


Posted: August 8, 2011 in beauty, talk
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Well. I suppose anyone, by now, knows that I love tattoos, eyeshadow, music, and writing above all else. I have something else that I’m starting to feel very committed to, but I can’t put it out there just yet. You know how you get to a point (some people call it rock bottom, but I’m not talking about anything even remotely bad enough to justify the use of the term “rock bottom,” I’m just saying, you know, that point of no-more-excuses-this-has-to-be-done) and then it has to happen? Like quitting smoking. Something like that.

ANYWAY. Wow, ramble off-topic much? Good lord. The point I was making is, you already know what’s coming. A lovely eyeshadow look that I can’t wait to try, and something to do with a tattoo. BUT THIS TIME, IT’S BOTH! Ah, lucky us. Let’s start with a combination of ALL THINGS I LOVE: Megan Massacre, an artist from Wooster Street Social Club (Ami’s NY Ink shop), with a gorgeous purple eye that I can’t wait to wear (This photo is courtesy of mozfotostudios; see the photos through her blog and Facebook) at the release party for her Inked Magazine cover… NOW:

megan massacre courtesy of mozfotostudios


Gorgeous, right? Her, her tattoos, her makeup, her talent. I love multi-faceted women; more atypical women should be in our nation’s spotlight in ALL fields. Obviously I realize that not every woman looks like this and not every woman wants to, but it’s not makeup or tattoos or a pretty face that makes a woman multi-faceted and admirable. Intelligence, creativity, depth. It’s all beautiful.

ANYWAY AGAIN. Someone’s a rambling (wo)man this evening. The purple. I love it. And my sister drew this little dragon a long time ago and I want to get him as a tattoo:


I wish I could take a picture of the fluffy awesomeness that is my hair today, but I’m helping out at a community today and I don’t want anyone to see my nerdy work clothes in a photo. Well, maybe I’ll get over it because this is GOOD STUFF.

Sooo my sister sent me about 15 emails last night with awesome links to do-it-yourself beauty treatments (I am going to try a LOT of the things she sent me and I’ll pass on everything that works!). I wasn’t in the mood for something with more than two ingredients so I did the easiest one – I grabbed a bottle of olive oil from the kitchen, poured a bit in the cup of my hand and ran it through my shower-damp hair. I put a little extra on my ends, which are very dry and janky and need trimming, and slept.

Morning time and shower time comes around, so I fall/stumble/force myself out of bed and look in the mirror, and the ends of my hair look like big clumpy blobs of blonde. “Blech,” I think, “what a bad idea. I look homeless.” BUT THEN! After washing and drying my hair (ooh, I have a new spray, too — Aussie Heat Protecting Shine Spray, which is a mist for your hair before blow-drying or heat-styling), I TOTALLY retracted my homeless thought, because my hair was soft, bouncy, shiny, and NOT JANKY AT ALL. I definitely look like I have a home. It’s amazing.

In conclusion, go to the store and by olive oil, and put it on your hair. I don’t really recommend putting it near your roots (because who needs more oil there?), but the lower half of your hair should do just fine. TRY IT!

hah. hahaha.

Posted: August 4, 2011 in beauty, talk

courtesy of http://macromeme.com