Hmmmmm, interesting...

So I guess.... this is the sort of thing that happens when fashion designers finally run out of ideas?

Life has a funny way....

Once again, Alanis Morissette has found the right words....right now, I couldn't say it better. Many things happening to many people around me that make those words true.

"Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay
And everything's going right

And life has a funny way of helping you out
When tou think everything's gone wrong
And everything blows up in your face."

PS. Chéri, we finally KNOW what she mumbles in Ironic!
Also, life has helped me out a lot, in fact, it gave me the best gift ever when I thought everything had gone wrong and then life sent YOU to me.

Hair Udpate...the wonders of chemicals

First of all, thank you Cat, for pointing out that this isn't a "rent" blog, but really, a "rant" one. You english goddess!:P

Also, with the miserable failure of the natural hair-lightening cinnnamon experience, I asked my wonderful profesional hair-fixer of a sister to help me out. And this is the results.

The colors in the picture doesn't come out exactly as they are, but you can see that the reddish is gone, and it looks more natural, she also gave me a long concave cut, which I'll show later, when I blow-dry it straight again...because with the curls, it doesn't show as much.

What is cool about the new color is that the bottom part is much darker, like a dark chocolate brown, then there the top in a cafe of lait tone, and a few large honey blonde highlights in the fringe, sides and top. I adore it! It blends in well when I let them curl, and it's much more defined when straight.... it also creates an illusion of more volume.

Voila!

The Grouchy Kitchen Witch

This has become kind of a ranting blog huh? I'll post something more positive soon, but I need to vent again.

I think it's the same for everyone...we all have people that are very special to us, boyfriend, mother, sisters, that are so precious to us, that when they are attacked, verbally or physically, we feel the pain even worst then if it was ourself.

Sometimes, a person, for some reason....frustration or jealousy or whatever, tend to focus their negative energy, judgment and back-talking on another one, singling them out.
Every other person around can make the same mistakes and have the same bad traits, but the person will focus, and be mean about that ONE person only, and continually. They will spot every little default and blow it up to huge, disproportionate proportions. It's even sadder when the victim really likes and admire the passive-aggresor.

When this gets done to someone you love, it hurts a lot. It's always at the back of your mind, because even if said person is ever agreable and smiling and laughing when you are faced with them, and the mean things are said when the victim is not there, everything gets known one way or the other. They always will. And then it hurts.
And friends can become enemies. People that you once liked to hang out with, now revolt you. And the only thought of them makes you mad. In my case, I RAGE inside, I become like a lionness defending her cubs. It isn't pretty in my head.

And I hate being like that. It's definitly not zen and I don't feel good. What can one do in that position??
Of course, the best thing would be to completly cut off the person with the attitude, but when it's impossible to do that? When it's family or people you will see anyway sometimes?
I think what I'll need to do is just limit the contacts to bare minimum....which is sad....I'm never mad at anyone....but this, I can't take anymore.
You know...with friends like that....

Fight For Women's Right (to pay the tab)

This is a Rant.

I need to get this out of my system and that's just that, it might be even more all over the place and full of mistakes then usual.

First of all, I totally understand that some people find it gentlemanly that the guy pays on a date, dinner, movie, whatever...it looks good, maybe it makes them feel good too.

This post is not to belittle their opinion or the way they were brought up to act. It's only to express my own opinion about it.
Because it angers me so much, you wouldn't beleive it, to the point of tears, even if I should just say to myself "Fuck what other people think!".
To know that some feel free to judge amazingly good people over very personal matters like how a couple choses to deal with money.

It's clear where this way of thinking comes from...back then , ladies just didn't have money, they didn't usually work, it was only normal for a men to pay for mostly everything.
We are NOT in the 30's anymore though!
Newsflash!! A big majority of girls and women work, and have money. Mens and women's salaries are pretty much the same, sometimes the woman even has a bigger paycheck.

Why then, now that both sexes have money, does a Man paying for both himslef and his date look all good and manly and respected.
But if a Woman, who has just as much money in her bank account offers to do the same and pay for her an her Man, the guy will be seen and judged as a cheap loser??
It's just sickening, and I don't think it's fair on anyone. Where is the equality?

I'm so revolted that it makes me want to pick up every damn restaurant tab from now on, when I dinne out with BF. Just to stick it up to the world's collective face.
Why can't *I* pay for both, if *I* want to?? It's ridiculous.

I heard some men say, "But I want to pay, it's not forced on me...it makes me feel good. It shows I appreciate my woman".
Well good for you! Great! Why can't I also feel good then? Let me have the pleasure for once. Let me show I appreciate my men. And if I want to show my appreciation everytime, why the freaking hell not??
And if not, why not split it in half ? Why is that frowned upon, once again?
If that makes me feel better to pay my part...why not? Does that mean my man is cheap or bad-behaved? Am I to pity? Hell no! It's none of anyone's business anyway. As long as I'm happy, and BF is happy, why not?
For the love of God, let's all grow up and start living in the NOW. Or you know...just stay out of it. Nobody needs judgement or getting talked in their backs.
Peace and Love, people!
Everyone is happy!

Rant-over, sorry ya'll.

Laundry Fuckery

I like doing laundry. I like cleaning up. Even washing the dishes. Not because this kind of thing is FUN in itself, but because of the cool results. Who doesn't like to sit in a perfectly Zen living room or an uncluttered bedroom? Chores need to be done anyway, so I might as well have a positive outlook on them right?

So far, the only laundry I did was mine. So I never got scared I might ruin anything, they were mine anyway, and really, what could go wrong? Anyone could do it.
So I slowly became more relaxed around washing-machines and soap and everything related. Now that BF can be considered "semi-moved-in", I do his laundry with mine, and a few days ago I still wasn't too nervous, I was a Laundry-room goddess, no stain could resist.

I even got so bold that I candidly decided to put some bleach in the whites, to make them bright and all, like in those commercials. My white cami did turn out beautiful and white.
But I still don't know what went wrong....three of BF's shirts came out with pale ti-die patterns all over them. Damn it! And one of them was also my favorite shirt of his.

It's not so horrible, I'll find him new ones, but it's just frustrating, now I'll be scared of bleach...even more then I already am.

Lily's embarassing fact of the day....

My Highschool reunion is taking place tonight, a street or two away from where I live, and I just found out NOW!
Seems like I got forgotten somehow....god, it feels like Highschool all over again.

Rednecks and Passive-Aggresive notes

I live in an apartment that I think is pretty good for a first one. Four rooms, more then enough space and many windows. Everything is working pretty well too. And the rent is not overly expensive so many students and young people live around.

Sadly, there are also those who are definitly not young anymore and still live there. No judgement, because I'm sure many of them just can't afford a house, but I have a feeling that a good part also don't like to work that much, and love the semblant of a trailer park community they can get in an apartment bloc.

You know, screaming from each others balconies, constant cigarette hanging from their mouths and diaper-clad babies on the hip, women with weird hair and short-shorts who walk around barefoot and men with the same mullet they wore in 1984.

It's like our own little Redneck country, only we miss the 'possums and I have yet to spot pigs or a crazy old lady sitting on her porch in a rocking chair with a mean scowl and a shutgun.

I guess most of those people have to be kept in check, because we have many "Keep the Place clean please" and "Pick up your trash" signs around the corridors. It's alright, I'm all for helping the poor janitor, since he's a nice guy and it's only normal to pick up after yourself.

But then, for every "Nice reminder" note, there is one from the Janitorette (his wife), that is most of the time very passive-aggresive, hand-written and scotchtaped in the lobby, most probably in a moment of frustration.

Things like "If you're too poor to buy yourself some lightbulbs, just ask us, we'll buy you some. Don't steal them from the laundry room!!!" or my Boyfriend's favorite...:"To the Pigs of the bloc, put your garbage IN the bin and not AROUND!!!"

Honestly, notes like that really add a touch of class to any living area.

Visitors immeditaly know what kind of people they will have to deal with here.
I really don't think this kind of passive-aggresive note works anyway.
I mean, do they really think that the individuals that are responsible for the trashing and lightbulb-stealing will get so devastated over getting called Pigs or Poors that they will melt into tears of repentance and go clean up the whole mess, swearing to themselves to never be pigs again?? More probably, they will laugh their asses off and make it even worst next time. You don't catch bees with vinegar.

This post really goes nowhere, it's just that I really like talking about hillbillies and rednecks and trailer parks. Can't help it, I find it funny...

Sometimes I even like to Google the words, and get pictures like that, and then I'm happy.


But the real reason why I thought about all this in the first place is this site I found a few days ago, that reminded me of the Janitorette's strong worded notes.
http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com/
Funny stuff that people post without the intention of being funny. You can almost feel the anger emanating from some of them, even when they are written politely or with smilies. Fun!

Happy 7 Months!

Well, Seven IS my lucky number.
There are seven days in a week, seven colors to the rainbow...even seven chackras.
But most importantly, today is the anniversary of the seven months I have officialy been with my Love.
I've never been more happy in my whole life. The last seven months have been perfect in every way, and I hope to be abble to use the same picture in seven years.
Je t'aime mon Chaaéééri!