I’m sure plenty hate my last blog or “don’t understand my point”. Well don’t read it and don’t follow me. Simply put.
Subject matter may contain sensitive material to some readers, my apologies as I mean no offense.
Typically I do NOT discuss a few things:
However, today I’m going to touch on a subject that is very sensitive to some but I can’t hold back and for the first time, I don’t feel like I should. I have mentally prepared myself for some backlash on this blog post as well.
By now I’m sure you all have heard or seen the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge. If you haven’t, you’ve been living under a rock. In case you have, let me enlighten you. For starters I would like to say that on the ALS website for the Ice Bucket Challenge can you find NO information on the definition of the challenge so I had to do some digging. Score 1 point for being thorough ALS. From what I understand (and I honestly don’t care if I’m wrong), there are two options:
- You donate to ALS, and from what I read it’s supposed to be $100
- You dump a bucket of ice water over your head and post the video to wherever and nominate 3 others to do so
My Facebook feed has been completely taken over by this movement to the point where I can’t handle it.
I was going to keep my mouth shut until I was nominated (if I would be nominated) and I was. I refused it. I refused to donate to ALS and I refused to dump ice water over my head and record it. This has upset quite a few people and I’m sorry it does. I do not feel that I should be told who to give my money to, why, and be told what to do if I don’t. I’m sorry but I think this challenge is becoming extortion and that’s just MY opinion.
So I didn’t do the challenge and I donated to ASPCA instead because I’m an avid animal lover and they can’t speak to ask for help so I want to help be their voice. This did NOT agree well with others and in the end I ended up signing off of Facebook for a while because I didn’t feel like I should be criticized for my opinion. I work hard for my money I don’t feel that I should be told where I need to put it. I get told that monthly by my mortgage lender, credit card companies and other collectors. It’s called a BILL.
I realize this is a touchy subject for some of you that read this and I need to further explain my actions. I am fully aware of ALS, how many people it affects and how progressive the disease is. I pray that my loved ones and family members never get the disease. I feel completely awful for those that have the disease (and yes I have seen the video of the young man who just was diagnosed with the disease and his mother and grandmother have/had the disease). I’m not dead inside. I have a really bad guilty conscious and the following things run through my mind on a constant basis with donations to charity:
- What if someone you loved got the disease and you didn’t donate to the cause?
- What if you got the disease and you never donated to the cause?
Well that’s something I need to burden if it comes to it.
I’ve lost many loved ones to diseases. I lost my mother to cancer when I was 16 years old. I watched cancer take over her entire body in a month’s time. I know what loss feels like when it hits close to home. There are many diseases that run in my family and I’m sure one of them will be the death of me too. Cancer, mental illness, heart disease, obesity, etc…. Do I donate to all those causes? No, I don’t have that kind of money. Do I start a charity for any of those causes, no cause I’m lazy. These are all the things that run through my mind so no one needs to inform me of any of it. I’m very well aware of it all but I CANNOT let it all get to me otherwise I’ll just end up giving all my money to everyone and have nothing left for my personal bills and myself and my family will end up on the streets because my conscious got the best of me.
There are many, many illnesses out there that have no money to be able to conduct studies to find a cure. ALS got lucky and are getting theirs because someone cared enough to get a viral charity going and in a few months, it will all be forgotten about and something else will take the media by storm. So for now, just let people have their opinions and if they want to do the challenge they will, if they don’t, don’t criticize them because that makes you NO better than anyone else who doesn’t want to do the challenge.
Hello my friends,
Sorry I haven’t had any new posts, I haven’t had the “drive” and don’t just want to write a bunch if shit that doesn’t make any sense.
Never fear I feel it this week so stay tuned and I have been taking outfit selfies so I will have plenty to show!
I have decided to reformulate how my blog flows. I have a diary full of things to rant about or just blog idea topics in general and it doesn’t really flow that well if I just regurgitate it all together. So I’m going to pick a topic (or two if they blend together) to bitch about and leave the rest for future posts.
Then I’ve decided to move on to my weight loss journey. Wow I think I literally just heard eyes roll. Look you can skip this part of the blog if you would like but I hope you don’t because it’s not going to be all depressing and self-pity. I want to share the struggles because I feel that there might be some people out there that feel the same way I do and feel alone so why not share and maybe make a few laugh right?
I will then sound off with my fashion tips, advice, rants and my daily outfit pics.
What do ya think? Shall we get started?
Today’s topic of choice………………..the new I’MPERFECT American Eagle jean ad. You can view the ad here: http://ispot.tv/a/7jXj
I DO NOT UNDERSTAND THIS FUCKING AD. I get the “I’MPERFECT” / “IMPERFECT” word play, what I don’t understand is that if you’re going to choose that type of slogan, may I recommend showing more imperfections?
The ad starts out with people walking across a desert like area smiling and giggling. It then spans to an aerial shot showing these individuals all gathering together to obviously make some sort design. Now more people are showing up and running and laughing still all gathering and the commercial spans to a car. Again another aerial shot. Then the ass shot. Ah yes because that’s one hell of an imperfect ass. This female (I’m 99% sure of the gender), is wearing skinny jeans and apparently doesn’t seem to have an obesity problem and the perfect ass and coveted thigh gap. After they show a woman’s face and she smiles and ‘gasp’ has a gap in her front teeth. The last aerial shot then shows the view of all those people gathering to show her face and the car represents the gap in her teeth.
Seriously? This is the ad campaign you decided to go with. Showing skinny, beautiful people and one has a tooth gap? What the fuck is this shit?! Oh geez, let me grab my purse and rush to the nearest store because I gotta have these jeans that make me feel perfect? Oh wait, you didn’t show someone who has hips or an ass or a thigh gap that is nonexistent did you? No, you went for some skinny people (men included) and showed her ass?! How the fuck is this supposed to make others feel like you think they’re perfect or their imperfections are beautiful? How about showing someone who has acne, overweight issue, thinning hair, uneven complexion, artificial limbs, etc…. ANYTHING! That’s an ad campaign to make others feel that they’re imperfections mean their perfect. That’s what shows us that no matter what we look like or what “imperfections” we have we can look great and feel great in their jeans? Who the hell is running the show over there?
The actual concept of the ad is awesome but they could use a little in depth look into what the regular consumer views as “imperfect”.
Now that I have that off my chest. Weight loss. UGH! I’ve dealt with this issue my whole life since lovely puberty. Before then I was a string bean. I managed to get it under control before I got married back in 2007 with walking and staring birth control which made me nauseous in the beginning. I also must say stress helped. I was the skinniest I’ve ever been in my life when I got married. THAT was all stress. After the wedding I gained back some but I was maintaining. Then I got put on an antidepressant, Zoloft, which brought my metabolism to a screeching halt. Unfortunately I didn’t realize much of this until it was too late. I asked to be taken off of it and try other medications but it was too late, the damage was done. I went from 118 in 2007 to 130 in 2009ish, and now I’m at 155-160. I’m completely baffled by this.
I eat right, track everything using www.myfitnesspal.com , and workout pretty much every freaking stupid day. Does this help………….fuck no. Nothing changes, inches nor weight. I’d take one of the other but I get nothing. Yes I get the health benefits but those benefits won’t help much if I’m overweight. I can’t afford organic, clean eating. I’ve tried the whole Cambodia and green tea extract pill combination (which by the way is a total fucking rip off). Hell I’ve tried starving myself (which I might be the only anorexic that could gain weight not eating). I’ve done Weight Watchers which did nothing but take my money. I read about the Military Diet but that menu is just ri-damn-diculous. Not to mention it’s a fad diet and I’m sure I’d gain it all back. So I just keep doing what I’m doing and hope that SOMETHING happens eventually.
Ok enough of fat talk. Let’s get down to fashion. I don’t have any vents or advice today so I’m just going to show my outfits from Friday (casual day at work) and today.
Ok enough of fat talk. Let’s get down to outfits. I don’t have any vents or advice today so I’m just going to show my outfits from Friday (casual day at work) and today. My inspiration for Friday’s outfit came from Pinterest and today’s outfit was inspired by myself just not feeling like dressing up but I made that look pretty good if I do say so myself. And yes the room really is that messy. It’s our junk room. I should clean it some day……
- cardigan: Old Navy
- tank top: Express
- jeans: Express (boyfriend cut)
- sandals: Aldo
- blouse: Express (portofino blouse)
- pants: The Limited (nice because they come up high and have a thick waist band to help control the pooch)
Very true and I’m just starting to blog so this is very informational to me
Have you ever wanted to just yell FUCK as loud as you can? And I’m not talking about when you get to your car or into a pillow, I’m talking about in the moment, at your cubicle surrounded by people working, just belting out FUCK so loud that you’re not sure if you’ve made yourself deaf or tore your vocal chords because shit just got silent? Well if you have, then you’re “almost” to how I’m feeling about today. Almost.
I’m going to just dive into some random rants today because it’s been a long day and I’ve got to get on the treadmill so I can continue to exercise and eat right but no lose weight. I swear I should just eat ice cream for all my meals as it clearly makes absolutely no gawd damn difference. And all those stupid infomercials on “I lost 50lbs with just doing this” can kiss my ass. My big, ole, dimply, cottage cheese ass. I’m pretty sure you didn’t just lose 50lbs by jumping around like a fucking idiot for only 20minutes a day. Ya OK, well you go ahead and do that, I’m going to go and eat a pint of ice cream and top it off with a keg of beer. Whore.
Ok so that was a little harsh but I’m sorry, I’m frustrated and if you don’t like what you just read then sorry but that’s how some of us bigger size girls feel and I’m saying what others are thinking.
Why is it that either when you’re walking up or down the stairs or getting off an elevator, people are shocked shitless? For example, today, walking down the stairs after lunch and there is a group of people walking up the stairs and taking up the entire fucking stairway! Now it’s a big stairway not like your emergency exit type of stairway. Then one of them looks at me like I’m the idiot for wanting to walk down the stairs. Holy shit excuse me! You must think I’m bat shit nutty for wanting to walk down these stairs at the exact time you’re walking up them! Same thing with elevators, when you’re getting off of an elevator people seem so surprised because they want to get on and you’re in their way because you’re trying to get off. Strange thing this common sense and patience thing is. It’s very hard to get a grasp on.
And what is the deal with no one wanting to touch doors anymore? I get so many people that will literally (and it’s happened) run up behind me so I hold the door for them and they don’t have to touch it. I mean, really? The door scares you that much? Time to face your fears because I’m not holding it for you, instead I’ll hold it open ever so little so you still have to grab the door to open it but it looks like I really tried. Now I’m not saying that I won’t hold it open for the people who obviously have armloads of crap or the little old lady who reminds me of my grandma but if you’re looking for a free door open, sorry, not going to happen. I’m trying to teach you how to be independent, shed those fears and touch that door! You can do it!
Now some of you might be thinking, this bitch is crazy, does she think she’s perfect? Nope. In fact I’ve done more than half the things I’ve ranted about BUT I’ve admitted that I’m now that asshole and I try to make sure I correct it and not do it in the future. Other people are just assholes.
Ok enough is enough. Onto fashion. Today I saw a few or many questionable pieces out there and just have to say, if the pants are too short, then don’t try to pull it off as capris or ankle pants. Just you’re your losses and move on. It’s not doing anything for your figure. Sorry it’s just all the advice I have today as I’m tired and pretty cranky.
Onto what I wore today. I couldn’t find the time to put the outfit together on Polyvore so you just get it on me, lucky youJ
- Floral, sheer Henley blouse from The Loft (Spring 2014)
- Brown pants from The Limited
So much to say (or rant about) and so little space. I should probably save some for other blogs as I have also started a little notebook I carry around with me to jot down notes when I’m not at a computer, that way I can pick it up later and go on my rantingJ
Today is my first day back at work after a nice long 5 day weekend. Unfortunately I spent three of those days sick so that didn’t work out too well for me but that’s just how it goes I guess. I park in a structure at my company and I don’t understand what happens in people’s minds when they get in the structure with their car. They instantly turn into fucking morons with a driver’s license. Apparently it’s incredibly way too difficult to maneuver a car to turn or the driver is too damn lazy, and no need to worry about people walking, no no no, just run their asses over, it’s totally OK! It’s not the fucking Indy track, slow your asses down and watch for people actually walking!
So now that I’ve almost been ran over to start my day, I figured a nice breakfast should help me being able to handle the millions of emails that have piled up in my absence. Which by the way always cracks me up when people send me an email when they know I’m out of the office for a while and are asking me a question. Uh dude, NOT AT WORK! That’s why there is this little invention called AUTOMATIC OUT OF OFFICE RESPONSE! You should read it, I hear it’s pretty good and informative. Any who, the breakfast line. All I get is eggs, I put my scrambled eggs in my little container and that’s it. So why I ask, WHY do I feel the person’s breath from behind me? Oh ya, because you are literally standing on top of me! Chill the fuck out man, you will get your fattening bacon and I’m pretty sure I am not taking all the eggs so why don’t you just back the hell off please so I don’t have your germs all up in my food! I just don’t understand what the deal is with people constantly having to be on top of you when waiting in a line. There is this thing that I’ve heard of when I was a kid and while I was growing up, it’s called “patience”. Now I don’t think it’s a disease so if you’re worried about catching it I think you’ll be OK, maybe even a better person.
Why are women such pigs in a public restroom? It’s not like we’re playing target practice with our dicks because most of us (I say most because I do know some chics with dicks) so why is there urine on the toilet seat? Even if you hover I don’t get it. And if you do happen to pee on the seat, are you unable to see it and clean it up yourself, or do you have a weird urine fetish and like leaving it there for the next person to see? Please I’d like to know because I don’t get it. Then when you wash your hands, are you literally bathing yourself in the sink because I’ve seen bird baths with less water around it. It’s almost like you just took a fucking hand shower! Are you rebelling because you clean your bathroom at home so much or do you just like being a pig? And the toilet paper, OH MY GAWD, the toilet paper! Why in the or how in the hell are you pulling the paper down so much that the next person gets the pieces that you just left hanging all the way down to the floor!? Yes please I’d like to wipe myself with that piece that is hanging and grazing the floor, that way it’ll be nice and full of germs and piss that you left on the floor cause you a pig and don’t know who to pee properly!
For my fashion portion today I was feeling a little like fall so I went with a darker combination. Now the items reflected in the Polyvore version are different than what I wore, minus the pants, bracelets and shoes. I didn’t have the other items in my arsenal so I had to use what I could find that would be similar.
What I wore is:
- Black pants from The Limited
- Olive Green blouse from Express (a couple years old)
- Cognac shoes from Aldo
- The necklaces I wore are from Anthropologie (on clearance cause that store is PRICEY!) and a longer one from a street vendor at a fair I went to last year
- Alex and Ani bracelets
- And yes the glasses in the picture below are real glasses I need to wear to see, I’m not like one of those poser nerds that feel the need to wear fake ones. I’m not however, wearing them in the picture of myself
Told you not to fret my friends that I would be back.
Unfortunately today’s post will be more ranting and a little fashion advice because I completely forgot to take pics of my daily outfits this weekend.
Let us start with Friday. Friday was a little ‘me’ time at the salon getting my hair and nails done which is always fabulous. Friday night was our Family Reunion Kickoff party down at the beach which got rained out so we ended up at the nearest bar. So why do complete strangers feel the need to sit by you and tell you their entire life story? Some say I’m rude, I prefer to just choose who I want to listen to and give a shit about. Do I sit down and explain my morning bowel movement to you? No but I could but since you’re not an ass doctor I’m sure you don’t really give a shit what color, smell and texture my shit was. Hence I will not share this information with you because I know for a fact that you just don’t care. Just like you must know that someone is not going to care about what you did that morning and afternoon and how tired you are. We’re all tired buddy. Suck it up please and just drink your beer. Of course some readers may be saying to themselves how is that any different than reading your blog. Well you chose to read it. I didn’t walk up to him and say, “Tell me about your day.”
Saturday was the reunion. Unfortunately I wasn’t feeling the best since I was dealing with a headache (that I had on Friday and it moved to a migraine). With that said there really isn’t much ranting I can do at that time. Except why do people feel the need to use their very loud voices when they are literally standing next to you. I’m happy you can use your voice in place of a microphone so everyone (including the dead and deaf) can hear you but if I’m standing right next to you, it’s OK to use your inside voice, or in fact for some people that might have to be lowered to a whisper. Holy fuck.
Sunday, ah Sunday. Sunday I felt like a million bucks thanks to www.youngliving.com which are fabulous oils to help with daily ailments such as stress, migraines, insomnia, etc…. OK there’s my plug for the day. My cousin and my aunt are distributors and I was a skeptic but the shit worked. They helped with my headache and with my sleep that night before so I must say I’m becoming a believer. If you are interested in these oils let me know and I can put you in contact with the people that are personal friends of mine. This is NOT a plug and I’m NOT being paid for this. This is just something I tried and very much liked.
Anywho, Sunday a couple of my aunt’s, my sister, and cousin’s went to the Starving Artist Fair. Exactly what is the definition of “Starving Artist” because I don’t really truly think they are starving. In fact I think some are the direct opposite and maybe should skip the extra snacks. For starters it’s hotter than fuck and we were right by the lake so it was rather upsetting to me since I happen to be a size 12 and have thighs that rub together and my sweat glands are not liking the weight gain. So I’m wearing a nice white light shirt and shorts and cussing myself out for not wearing a tank top and there are vendors selling knit hats and scarves for fall and winter. Oh yes please, I’d like to try on that wool sweater please to see if it fits but can you just make sure that the EMT is on standby for when I pass out since my boobs are already doing the breast stroke in my bra. And can someone explain to me why in the fuck people cannot seem to grasp the idea of walking on the correct side of the sidewalk. Now I understand that to some they may think that they are on the right side of the sidewalk but they’re wrong because I said so. It’s like driving a car people stay on your side of the road or I’m going to hit you head on. Not to mention it is really just common sense. If you see a bunch of people who are not all together and they’re walking on one side of the sidewalk then hmmmmm maybe you’re an idiot and should be on the other side! Ya think?!
After the “Starving” Artist Fair (using the word Starving very loosely) we all went to get some drinks and eats. We go to this nice little place right off the lake and of course since it is off the lake we get to stare at these nice big yachts and feel bad about ourselves. Now if you ask me, I think the bigger the boat, the smaller the penis because you are overcompensating for something. I mean really do you need a boat that size? Some were bigger than my damn house! Apparently the recession isn’t hurting them. Who the fuck are these people with these boats in Milwaukee and Racine, WI and why am I not friends with them because I need to be on your small penis compensating boat! I promise I will not mention that your wife looks like a catchers mitt and that you have a small dick. Just please let me be your friend and use you solely for your boat and your money. Think I should put an ad out? Who wouldn’t want to be friends with me after reading that huh? 🙂 Also, some people REALLY need to use sunscreen. When you’re in your 20’s it’s great to have a fabulous tan and not care. But when you start to look as weathered as a really bad fake leather purse, maybe you should slap on some SPF 35 and think of the people who have to stare at you. It’s just not that great looking when your 30 or above to have that dark of a tan. I don’t even think it works when you’re in your 20’s.
Yesterday (Monday), my husband and I went to the Wisconsin State Fair. The weather sucked ass but we managed to still enjoy ourselves. We got to our favorite place, The Micro, and bellied up to the bar. This place was PACKED because of the rain as it’s under a solid roof, but we managed to find one stool up at the bar. After we got our drinks I went to sit down on the stool and some bitch looks at me and says, “I just need to get a drink”. Well you came to the right place because you’re at a bar and “I just want to sit down.” However, I was polite and grimmaced at her and let her through, where she took about a fucking hour to decide on a beer. I finally get to sit down and cool off since we speed walked there in hopes to miss the downpour coming. I am sitting between this one fucking tool who is with two women in which one of them feels like her bra should also be an iPhone holder. Yes because that is soooo not trashy at all. Good call stupid. He also is apparently a HUGE fan of talking to himself, he might have been waiting for either me or my husband, Chuck, to comment on one of his selfie rants but I just turned my back to him and let him continue on his one man show, although he did seem to enjoy talking to the menu too. On the other side of me was this not so small woman with her friend. Now I will NOT make fun of girls bigger than me as my mother was morbidly obese and by some fucking stupid standard called the BMI (which I think is horseshit) I am obese too. I will say this though, “um bitch, lean back one more fucking time and I’m going to shove my knee up your ass.” If you needed two stools honey, you should have grabbed them both, but now I’m here and I don’t think I want you to sit on my lap. Finally a table opened up and I flew over to grab it and to my delight, pissed someone off in doing so as she got really excited about it but sorry, I was waiting for a table long before you. I did consider asking her if she wanted to share the table as I would have appreciated the same but I didn’t like her face. She had a very bitchy face and I wasn’t in the mood. I did later ask a couple of other women if they needed to share the table with us as they were making a table out of a couple of bar stools, just didn’t seem right.
Later on in the night the rain stopped and we found a nice little wine bar tucked in a corner so we decided to wrap up the night there. Then the fucking plastic horn brigade came through. I swear I do NOT know why parents feel the need to purchase those stupid plastic horns when they damn well know, those kids have to come home with them. I wanted to shove those up the kids asses so bad. It’s the one children’s toy I cannot stand at all. Even as a kid myself they pissed me off.
Now onto some fashion before i wrap up today’s blog and prepare for the doom that is having to go back to work tomorrow.
Ladies, ladies, ladies. I know we are all different sizes and I command those that are brave with their fashion choices but you must know that if something is tight. If you’re a bigger girl please don’t try to squeeze in to a cami. I know we all need relief when it’s hot out and I also know there are tank tops out there that do not suction cup to your body. Like I said, I admire the braveness as I don’t even like wearing tank tops or cami’s but there is a line and you jumped over it. You need to come back to the other side and admit that it’s not a good look. I am sooo not saying that you have to dress frumpy or in loose clothing because you do not. You can look great at any weight and I would be happy to help you if you need it. There are times when even I know something is tight and I have to cut my losses, even though I’d rather cut the fat so I can fit into it. It’s hard. It’s really really hard but you gotta stop.
Another thing, your bra is NOT an iPhone holder. You look like a fucking idiot so just stop it. That’s all I have to say about that.
Bra’s are important. If you are one of those women who HATE wearing a bra because they are uncomfortable then you are not wearing the right size and the right kind of bra. Please go to your nearest lingerie store for a proper bra fitting, I beg of you. Also, they build bras into swimsuits now so I really think that you should try one of those. If your boobs are sagging down to your belly button in a swimsuit then it’s time for a new suit. No one wants to see your saggy tits. Hoist the girls up and wear them proud.
I never believe that I’m a fashionista and have room to criticize others on their fashion trends, I am a victim myself sometimes and I’m very well aware of that fact. I just want to let others know what people are thinking. They think it, I say it. I’m OK with that. I’ll be the voice that no one else has or wants because they don’t want to seem rude. I’ll be that rude person because I have to look at you.
I really hope those of you that have been following my blog are liking it as I wouldn’t mind keeping this up and I’m sorry that there are no pictures today. Tomorrow there will be pictures again and the pics will get better as time wears on.
Peace out bitches!
Never fear my readers I will have blog a plenty tomorrow. Heading to the State Fair today to collect more material!
Hello fellow followers!
Busy time right now with a family reunion and I plan to write more in the next couple of days. Please try to contain your excitement 😉