Friday, November 6, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
The Bitch Switch ...
So today I was told that 'everybody thinks I am a bitch' and that I come off as a bitch when other people don't 'kiss my ass'. Let's all pause for 30 seconds of laughter ...........
This person went on to say that it is also the reason I 'don't hardly have any friends' ... Last time I checked I have a great group of friends that love me as I love them and know that I am one of the most kind-hearted, loving people around.
The funny thing is that I am not even mad, just astounded at how far this person's head is up their own ass. I also find it funny because I have known this person for years, and I considered them a good friend that jokes with me a lot but has never taken it this far - or this seriously. Now, I am more than willing to admit that if / when someone hurts me or someone I care about, that "Bitch Switch" comes on and I will lay a 'verbal smackdown' on someone until they apologize and MEAN IT or at least until they feel so low and dirty that even swine would turn their nose at them.
I am genuinely one of the nicest people on this planet. I often sacrifice things just to make the people I care about happy or to put a smile on their face. I never expect anything in return or even ask for thanks. It's just what makes me happy. People judge me - and not just because of the tattoos. I find that people tend to judge what they do not know or understand. I live my life 'outside the box' and my main goal in life is to be happy with who I am and do whatever it is in that moment that makes me happy. I bear the labels of 'unique', 'quirky', 'crazy', but each of those titles (to me) are flattering. It means that I don't follow a crowd of popular belief and people notice. What is it that I read the other day? Yes, "Haters are just confused admirers." Couldn't be more true. I find that people who bitch and gossip about people outside their personal circle of friends are merely just bored with their own lives. They secretly yearn to be those people the talk about. They envy the way others live their lives because they are too scared to leave their 'safe zone' to experience all the different things this World has to offer. Born and raised in Polk County you see a lot of types thrown together in a mid-sized city, yet their minds are so small. Living in LA taught me a lot. I've always been independent in my own thinking, but it was difficult growing up in a city like Lakeland. Moving to LA, where you have people from every walk of life, you learn to accept people for who they are. We all deserve respect and a place in this World as long as we work hard for it. It's not what we wear, the way we style our hair, what we drive to work or even eat for lunch that defines us as people - it is what is within us. I don't know why it is so hard for people to break through the layers and make an effort to get to know someone but it seems the smaller the town, the smaller the mentality. LA, NYC, Miami - they may all be controversial places BUT I feel more at home when I am visiting than I do in my own home town. City people crave to learn more about what they don't understand. Living in Hollywood was probably the happiest I have ever been because it's the only place people have accepted me for exactly who I am and who I strive to be, REGARDLESS of their personal preferences.
It is upsetting to me that I even feel it necessary to write about this topic. There is so much hate and anger in this World. I live my life on the basis that I treat others the way I feel I deserve to be treated. Why on earth would I want to be treated like a bitch? It's ludicrous. Insane in the membrane. Absurd. God help the small minded.
This person went on to say that it is also the reason I 'don't hardly have any friends' ... Last time I checked I have a great group of friends that love me as I love them and know that I am one of the most kind-hearted, loving people around.
The funny thing is that I am not even mad, just astounded at how far this person's head is up their own ass. I also find it funny because I have known this person for years, and I considered them a good friend that jokes with me a lot but has never taken it this far - or this seriously. Now, I am more than willing to admit that if / when someone hurts me or someone I care about, that "Bitch Switch" comes on and I will lay a 'verbal smackdown' on someone until they apologize and MEAN IT or at least until they feel so low and dirty that even swine would turn their nose at them.
I am genuinely one of the nicest people on this planet. I often sacrifice things just to make the people I care about happy or to put a smile on their face. I never expect anything in return or even ask for thanks. It's just what makes me happy. People judge me - and not just because of the tattoos. I find that people tend to judge what they do not know or understand. I live my life 'outside the box' and my main goal in life is to be happy with who I am and do whatever it is in that moment that makes me happy. I bear the labels of 'unique', 'quirky', 'crazy', but each of those titles (to me) are flattering. It means that I don't follow a crowd of popular belief and people notice. What is it that I read the other day? Yes, "Haters are just confused admirers." Couldn't be more true. I find that people who bitch and gossip about people outside their personal circle of friends are merely just bored with their own lives. They secretly yearn to be those people the talk about. They envy the way others live their lives because they are too scared to leave their 'safe zone' to experience all the different things this World has to offer. Born and raised in Polk County you see a lot of types thrown together in a mid-sized city, yet their minds are so small. Living in LA taught me a lot. I've always been independent in my own thinking, but it was difficult growing up in a city like Lakeland. Moving to LA, where you have people from every walk of life, you learn to accept people for who they are. We all deserve respect and a place in this World as long as we work hard for it. It's not what we wear, the way we style our hair, what we drive to work or even eat for lunch that defines us as people - it is what is within us. I don't know why it is so hard for people to break through the layers and make an effort to get to know someone but it seems the smaller the town, the smaller the mentality. LA, NYC, Miami - they may all be controversial places BUT I feel more at home when I am visiting than I do in my own home town. City people crave to learn more about what they don't understand. Living in Hollywood was probably the happiest I have ever been because it's the only place people have accepted me for exactly who I am and who I strive to be, REGARDLESS of their personal preferences.
It is upsetting to me that I even feel it necessary to write about this topic. There is so much hate and anger in this World. I live my life on the basis that I treat others the way I feel I deserve to be treated. Why on earth would I want to be treated like a bitch? It's ludicrous. Insane in the membrane. Absurd. God help the small minded.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Dreams Can Come True ...
Have I told you lately ... about my dream home? No? Ok, then allow me.
I want an odd number of acres. I want an old plantation house that I can fix up on my own that dons a wrap around porch with rocking chairs and swings. I want to paint the outside white with either black or red shutters. I want a breakfast nook to have arched french doors that open up to the porch so that I may dine with my family every morning with the fresh air surrounding us as we feast on crepes with fresh fruit and OJ. I want an upstairs master bedroom that is spacious with its own fireplace and enough room to house a California King bed with down everything, that my family will crawl into together to watch movies in. I want a laundry room with a red washer and dryer that's big enough to also do the ironing in. I want an oversized kitchen with top of the line appliances, with a big island right in the middle. I want my dining room table to be a vintage castle door made of wood or steel with some intricate royal design. I want a bedroom for each of my children. I want at least one guest room because friends and family visiting is a must. I want both a living room and den and either a studio for me or an office. I want windows everywhere that will allow me to open them every day for fresh air and sunlight. I want wood floors all throughout the house. I want a basement that will be turned into a theater room. I want it to look as if it is its own separate entity of the house. While I want the living area to be very rustic and homey, I want a theater room that is reminiscent of Old Hollywood. Pictures of Marilyn, Katherine, Carey, Ava & Bridget hanging on the walls with floor to ceiling selections of movies and games. I want a bar that looks like it is straight out of the movie "Tombstone" to sit in the corner of the room. I want my nearest neighbor's house to be out of sight, out of mind. I want at least 5o-some odd acres which will be home to horses, cows and sheep. I want a pond in the back yard for a family or two of ducks. I want a greenhouse/gardenhouse for my herbs and vegetables (but just the simple ones because I plan to get my veggies fresh from the local farmers market). Attached to the green/garden house I want a small yoga/dance studio because my family will be active and healthy. I want a separate area of the yard to have another garden. One with flowers and plants with a brilliant stone fountain in the middle with a gazebo and benches on either side. My house will have fresh flowers all throughout each new week. I want lanterns hanging from the trees closest to the house. I want an old brick mailbox at the end of a very long dirt or gravel driveway that a crazy postman (much like the one in Funny Farm) will deliver my mail to. I want a custom built playground in the yard, a tire swing and a pool in the yard for my kids because I want to raise them old school, appreciating Mother Nature and the joys and thrills of playing outside. We will ride horses together, feed the cows and sheep and in the winter play in the snow and build snowmen or snowwomen :) I want 3 cats and my list of dogs is as follows:
Laborador Retriever (2), Golden Retriever, Weimaraner, Bulldog, Bloodhound and Australian Shepherd. I would also like 2 sugar gliders and name them "Chip & Dale". Of course the kids will have little pets we rescue along the way - possibly a baby bird that fell from a nest and needed rehabbing or a squirrel or baby turtle. I want an open home. One that welcomes anyone and anything - except snakes and spiders. Those are out of the question. I want to spend my days cooking, baking, creating and raising my kids and family. I want to own a pair of rainboots and winter clothes. I want a barn for the horses, to stay when it is cold and/or rainy as well as the other farm animals. When I picture this part, I remember the movie "Babe" and how all of the animals congregated together in the barn. I love that. I want every room to be different, where you feel as though upon entering each one you are discovering a new place, and resembles nothing that you have previously been in before, only moments before. I want an attic that will be full of antique and vintage clothing that I will have secret ya-ya girls' nights in, playing dress up, drinking wine and reminscing about the days when we were younger and single - when all we had was each other. I want a fireplace in the den with a big fur rug to have candlelit dinners and family game night in front of. I want the living room to be more formal, with enough seating to accommodate our friends and family for dinner parties while the kids are downstairs keeping busy in the theater room or outside playing Forts & Castles or hide-n-go-seek. I want everything to be original, to be my own. I want it to be 'home'. My sanctuary. A place that when I come back from a beautiful vacation I can still be happy with, that will compare to where I have just come from.
This is my dream. Whether it becomes my reality, we shall someday see. I don't like to be told that its unattainable or unrealistic because it is in fact my dream and mine alone. Those that rain on my parade are only jealous because they don't have a dream of their own. In those famous words from "Blades of Glory": "If you can dream it, you can do it."
I want an odd number of acres. I want an old plantation house that I can fix up on my own that dons a wrap around porch with rocking chairs and swings. I want to paint the outside white with either black or red shutters. I want a breakfast nook to have arched french doors that open up to the porch so that I may dine with my family every morning with the fresh air surrounding us as we feast on crepes with fresh fruit and OJ. I want an upstairs master bedroom that is spacious with its own fireplace and enough room to house a California King bed with down everything, that my family will crawl into together to watch movies in. I want a laundry room with a red washer and dryer that's big enough to also do the ironing in. I want an oversized kitchen with top of the line appliances, with a big island right in the middle. I want my dining room table to be a vintage castle door made of wood or steel with some intricate royal design. I want a bedroom for each of my children. I want at least one guest room because friends and family visiting is a must. I want both a living room and den and either a studio for me or an office. I want windows everywhere that will allow me to open them every day for fresh air and sunlight. I want wood floors all throughout the house. I want a basement that will be turned into a theater room. I want it to look as if it is its own separate entity of the house. While I want the living area to be very rustic and homey, I want a theater room that is reminiscent of Old Hollywood. Pictures of Marilyn, Katherine, Carey, Ava & Bridget hanging on the walls with floor to ceiling selections of movies and games. I want a bar that looks like it is straight out of the movie "Tombstone" to sit in the corner of the room. I want my nearest neighbor's house to be out of sight, out of mind. I want at least 5o-some odd acres which will be home to horses, cows and sheep. I want a pond in the back yard for a family or two of ducks. I want a greenhouse/gardenhouse for my herbs and vegetables (but just the simple ones because I plan to get my veggies fresh from the local farmers market). Attached to the green/garden house I want a small yoga/dance studio because my family will be active and healthy. I want a separate area of the yard to have another garden. One with flowers and plants with a brilliant stone fountain in the middle with a gazebo and benches on either side. My house will have fresh flowers all throughout each new week. I want lanterns hanging from the trees closest to the house. I want an old brick mailbox at the end of a very long dirt or gravel driveway that a crazy postman (much like the one in Funny Farm) will deliver my mail to. I want a custom built playground in the yard, a tire swing and a pool in the yard for my kids because I want to raise them old school, appreciating Mother Nature and the joys and thrills of playing outside. We will ride horses together, feed the cows and sheep and in the winter play in the snow and build snowmen or snowwomen :) I want 3 cats and my list of dogs is as follows:
Laborador Retriever (2), Golden Retriever, Weimaraner, Bulldog, Bloodhound and Australian Shepherd. I would also like 2 sugar gliders and name them "Chip & Dale". Of course the kids will have little pets we rescue along the way - possibly a baby bird that fell from a nest and needed rehabbing or a squirrel or baby turtle. I want an open home. One that welcomes anyone and anything - except snakes and spiders. Those are out of the question. I want to spend my days cooking, baking, creating and raising my kids and family. I want to own a pair of rainboots and winter clothes. I want a barn for the horses, to stay when it is cold and/or rainy as well as the other farm animals. When I picture this part, I remember the movie "Babe" and how all of the animals congregated together in the barn. I love that. I want every room to be different, where you feel as though upon entering each one you are discovering a new place, and resembles nothing that you have previously been in before, only moments before. I want an attic that will be full of antique and vintage clothing that I will have secret ya-ya girls' nights in, playing dress up, drinking wine and reminscing about the days when we were younger and single - when all we had was each other. I want a fireplace in the den with a big fur rug to have candlelit dinners and family game night in front of. I want the living room to be more formal, with enough seating to accommodate our friends and family for dinner parties while the kids are downstairs keeping busy in the theater room or outside playing Forts & Castles or hide-n-go-seek. I want everything to be original, to be my own. I want it to be 'home'. My sanctuary. A place that when I come back from a beautiful vacation I can still be happy with, that will compare to where I have just come from.
This is my dream. Whether it becomes my reality, we shall someday see. I don't like to be told that its unattainable or unrealistic because it is in fact my dream and mine alone. Those that rain on my parade are only jealous because they don't have a dream of their own. In those famous words from "Blades of Glory": "If you can dream it, you can do it."
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