Wednesday, August 27, 2014

I went blonde & I'm so fancy

Hiiiiya! It's Wednesday & we need no introduction today!
Vodka and Soda

TECHNICALLY IT IS Tuesday, I was processing images, but my client rescheduled so I no longer have to have images processed tomorrow so now I'm hopping on the blog train today. We'll count that as a confession, I suppose

I DON'T HAVE AN excuse why I haven't been here recently other than I have a lack of inspiration. There for a while I was in a blah mood so everything I tried to write sounded like a major bitch session & that isn't what I want this to be about.

I WENT TO THE OZARKS a couple of weeks ago & there were several biotches who went that decided they didn't like me so YAY! That was fun. And I mean it was fine because I didn't exactly care for them either, but I like to think of myself as an adult so I got my happy little self right over it & tried to be congenial. I pride myself on that quality. But ironically while reading The Berry's Sunday brunch I saw this picture & literally laughed out loud. "If I'm gonna hang out with these girls I need to at least be a little bit drunk." YES! 

ALSO, I'M GONNA CALL these bitches out on being kind of narsty. I had to share a room, whatever, no big I've shared more personal things. So I was the last one to come into the room & I sat down on my bed to grab my bathroom bag to do hygienic things like wash my face & brush my teeth because food & alcohol setting on teeth makes for  cavities & I'm not about that life. So one was like are you going to get that light or do III need to do it?  **cool your jets, sis.** I said yes, I'll get it on my way out I'm not going to bed just yet, I need to brush my teeth. **because, hygiene** She said ugh okay. We're not brushing our teeth so if you'd get the light that'd be great. **sorry, I was unaware these other heffers couldn't speak for themselves** As I walk out of the room, after I hit the light of course, I hear one of them say "why would you brush your teeth at night when you're just going to have to do the same thing in the morning." **wait, what?!** Did these girls' parents not teach them the basics of personal health care. I hate people. Do not try to make me feel bad about my life because you choose to live like a mother loving slob.

I GOT MY HAIRS done a couple weeks ago. Eh, like a week & a half ago. I am now a blonde. And it was kind of an accident, in that I thought we were doing ombre & apparently the words that came out of my mouth that were trying to explain that & my descriptive picture didn't really sit with my girl. And that makes me sad. It was the first time in the whole 12 years she has done my hair that I didn't like it. I like it better now, but I mean my hair turns orange when I go blonde. We all know this. And now I'm biding my time until I go straight pumpkin. 'tis the season though, I guess.. 

THIS WEEK MY GOAL is to not wear real pants to work at all. Except for Saturday, I have a senior girl & that typically calls for me laying on the ground & crawling through weeds, skinnies for that day, leggings for the rest! Also, sorry that my decision to wear leggings as pants ruined your everything. #sorrynotsorry

ANYTIME I hear "first thing's first" I always finish it to myself out loud with "I'm da realest." 

I HAVE HAD IT with all the shit about Ferguson. I'm aware it's a "touchy" subject. But seriously, get the flippity flop over it. I change the channel anytime it is on. I think it's ridiculous the White House sent official to his funeral. Next time an officer dies in the line of duty, which knowing statistics, was probably yesterday do you think the White House will "send an official?" No. they won't. I do hope that his family finds peace in all of this, I really do. I'm not a complete assface. I just think that this has gone entirely too far & too long. 

What are YOUR confessions? I hope you're having a great week!!

Love & coffee

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

take some responsibility.

I tried & tried to write a post about my feelings of the riots, looting, & demonstrations in Ferguson this week. I've written whole posts & then deleted them.

I've read so many articles & have watched the news practically nonstop just to try to get details & learn what actually happened.

I've come to the conclusion no 2 stories or recounts are going to be the same. Everyone inserts their own opinion & made up facts into their writings & reports. And it seems that the truth will never come out.

I've heard what the witnesses say & what the police say. They are completely opposing stories. I don't really want to get into what I believe to be true, mostly because I don't know what to think. It's still unfathomable to me. That's what I struggled writing about. Even if I "knew" what happened & it would not be what she to my right or he to my left knows. Even if we all had all the facts, chances are we still wouldn't all be able to recount the events the same. They would have our own words & thoughts: therefore, they would all be different stories. Essentially the same fact base, but with little extras thrown in, making the stories totally different. Like the game of telephone. The word starts as egg & by the end of the line it turns into book. 

I think that everyone; no matter your color, religion, gender, sexual orientation, whatever, needs to learn to take responsibility for their actions. And that we all need to stop blaming each other. It's not worth the violence that ensues.

People are so quick to place blame & start fighting, or in this case, rioting, looting, & setting fires, that the family cannot even have proper time or silence to mourn. All they are hearing & seeing is news of "we're doing this for Mike." or "we're not going to take this police brutality." They aren't seeing any positive support for their son & family. All they are seeing is an outpouring of negative words, actions, & violence.

It's disrespectful to the deceased & his family.

I don't really have a whole lot more to say on the subject. I just wish that if the media is going to "educate" they wouldn't do so one sideded. **cough** **cough** jezebel **cough** **cough** excuse me. I just had a coughing fit. 

Thursday, July 31, 2014

the road to self-acceptance


In lieu of working right now I'm blogging, obviously. The sunshine, despite the shades, is coming in my window at an awkward angle & making for extremely horrid color corrections. Next best thing, blog!

As I was doing my daily browsing & interweb hopping I came across THIS post by Rosie over at The Londoner. She talks about The Anti-Diet & I absolutely love the idea of it. Living life, loving your body, & filling it with things that are good for you instead of crap. She's a smart girl. 

She talks about living by an 80/20 rule. Being "good", eating healthy & for sustainability 80% of the time. And 20% of the time you can treat yourself to let's say, a corn dog & lemon shake up! ;)

The last week or so I have started concentrating on eating healthier & not filling my body with processed crap. And wouldn't ya know it, I'm starting to feel much better & have a lot more energy.

This week we've also amped out workouts. And by amped our workouts, I do mean put them into hyperactive fat-blasting mode. We're training to be super heroes, obviously. And it's been amazingly satisfying, even if I feel like I'm dying. It's in a good way!!

I'm really happy I found that post today because I struggle with the whole negative body image thing. Getting called fat everyday of 8th grade probably would be the root of this. HINT: I wasn't fat. ANOTHER HINT: at 23 the BULLIED has come a whole hell of a lot further than the BULLIES have come. Also, I have never told anyone in my adult life that. Noone. Not even The Cap'n. Unless I accidentally let it slip during one of our many best friend wine nights. That's something I kind of keep to myself. Welcome to my secret, internet. 

I'm pretty good at acting like I like my body to most people. VERY FEW only one person actually knows how I really feel about myself. AGAIN, welcome to my secret, internet. 

I'm really excited to start this whole anti-diet lifestyle. Living healthy & for me. Learning to love my body & hopefully losing weight & getting stronger along the way! 

She does talk about giving up coffee & diet coke. Those are two things I just cannot do. I don't drink a diet coke every single day. But I do have probably 3-5 a week. And I have multiple cups of coffee a day. I need the caffeine. It's crucial to my & everyone around me('s?) well being. 

Here's to the journey.

ALSO, I'D LIKE TO NOTE: I don't know about you all but I for one cannot believe that today is the last day of July. Is this real life? Summer hasn't even started & it's already over. AMIRITE??

Any tips for self-acceptance? Do you struggle with this too? Let's help each other!!

kisses & caffeine <3

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

confessions of a not so eventful life

IT'S WEDNESDAY & TODAY'S POST NEEDS NO INTRODUCTION. It's time for confessions with Kathy!
Vodka and Soda

I WASH MY CAR MORE THAN I CHAGNE MY SHEETS. In my defense: most nights I shower right (eh like 3 hours) before I crawl into bed. So It's fine to only change them like every… so often. But my car?? That girl gets washed once a week on Monday or Tuesday. It's a habit I picked up right when I got my first car. My dad yells less when I have a clean car. He would tell you I don't wash it that often. Truth is he just doesn't always notice.

I'VE SWORN OFF MAN(child).  I also swore off ever mentioning said man(child) here again. I did this in my head. I didn't put it in writing - so here it is. Not worthy of me or my time. This might sound a little high-horsey & I'm too good. But it's not high-horsey. However, it is - I'm too good (for him anyways.) 

LATELY MY DEFINITION OF A SUCCESSFUL DAY IS not putting on real pants. If I can go a whole day with only wearing yoga pants, norts(nike shorts - if you've been living under a rock), or full on baggy sweatpants it has been quite a successful day. As ready & excited as I am to move into my studio I sure will miss my days without pants.

I'M SUPPOSED TO BE REALLY PAYING ATTENTION TO MY DIET.  However, something about having made this commitment has turned a switch inside me that yells EAT ALL OF THE FOODS. I have done very well for the most part the past couple days except tonight I fell to the cries of ice-cream from my freezer. I'm not even typically one to eat ice-cream from the freezer. I'd much rather go somewhere to get a treat.

I'M GOING TO THE OZARKS THIS WEEKEND with some friends from college. And I won't lie, what appealed to me the most is that I don't have to be around anyone from home for 2 whole days. (this feeling excludes a few, you know who you are) But I'm really happy that I don't have to be in town or with anyone from town.

AS FAR A CONFESSIONS GO these are far from salacious. But when you lead a life as uneventful as mine as of late you learn to take what you can get.

What are your deepest & darkest of the week? ;)
have a good one, y'all.
peace, love, & coffee

Friday, July 25, 2014

Friday: who ya gonna call?

It's Friday. To photographers aka not the weekend! But that's okay because I don't mind weddings. Here we go with favorites. This is my first Friday post in months! Leggo!

Let's start with my current FAVORITE JAM:
Follow Your Arrow by Kacey Musgraves on Grooveshark



Anything that is chocolate I can get my little paws on


  - faith in humanity: temporarily restored
  - seriously when I was reading the Netflix one I was like yes. yes. YES!! Netflix is my most fulfilling relationship these days. This is probably a big ol' red flag. but guess what! #bighairdontcare I also really enjoyed the extremely fantastic use of 80s movies. I wish my life was like an 80s movie. Jake Ryan, where are you? Why can't you really exist?!


Not on a WB series I don't, Leo!

I hope y'all have had a fantastical week & a great upcoming weekend!

coffee & cupcakes

Thursday, July 24, 2014

you there, with the 8 legs

It's Friday Eve!! We've made it. And I blogged every day thus far! WHOA!! 

I have this debilitating fear of spiders. It's serious. I sometimes have these awful, extremely real feeling dreams about spiders crawling on me in my bed. Sometimes I can move, sometimes I can't. Also, sometimes I remember them other times, like when it first started happening, my mom would find me curled up in a ball in the hallway screaming about the "giant spider in my bed." Scary. Mind you I was like 18, this isn't some childhood thing. I was a senior in high school. I guess she just put me back to bed because I had no clue it had happened when I woke up. 

With this information, it should come as no surprise that I make my dad spray the house down with this really really concentrated industrial strength bug killer more often than what is probably necessary. And now that I have my own place I've made him spray it twice so far, typically it's a bi-yearly thing, I think. I've been in there for like 6 weeks (not full time yet, seeing as I'm still sans toilet.)

On Monday night he and I were at the studio finishing up putting the faceplates on the outlets & things when I spotted the biggest of spiders I have ever seen (that's a stretch, but still. It was quite large) I probably could have hopped on the little heffer's back and ridden her. Dad killed it along with all the little evil devil's spawn that scurried from it's corpse. Stated: "I guess I need to spray again." Yeah, Dad. That'd be great. My ass isn't coming back until that happens.

Tuesday night he sprayed. A lot. A lot. A lot. He came back in from getting the outside & said "Spiders are hard to kill. You get roaches & other bugs who walk through it and then put their hands in their mouths *motions with his hand to his mouth like nom nom nom* and they're done. But spiders, their little feet and mouths are so tiny it's hard to get to them. You really have to spray a lot down." 

I was cracking up. It was the funniest thing. I mean, you might have to know my dad, but picture this tall man who is pretty stoic (not all the time, but most the time) motioning to his mouth with his hands a la cookie monster om nom nom. 

Now, I'm going to go off & have horrible dreams because I have relived this traumatizing event from Monday. But I had to share the visual of Dad.

I hope you all have a beautiful day & a great weekend! 

kisses & peaches

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