Sunday, February 27, 2011

Heute ist Sonntag.

What a terribly boring and unpleasant night. I remembered why I didn't hang out with Adam and Tony for the longest time. And Josh, who was once my boyfriend for three years, now annoys the shit out of me.



Well, lesson learned. Will only hang out with them in a larger group, or while we are very drunk.



Today, like every Sunday, I truly intend to clean my room. I'd really like to. I always tell myself if I clean, I get to spend 2-3 hours beforehand downloading new music to enjoy while I actually clean. So... I will do that first.



I'm also very much looking forward to the Academy Awards tonight...don't know why... I'm not necessarily a huge film buff.... but I love watching the Oscars. And I may or may not be having company to join me in this event.



And so far today, in my designated 3 hours of internet browsing laziness, I have decided I want to order some things from this site: La Chinata. My Aunt Kelley and Uncle Ken brought me back some olive oil soap from the region of Spain that creates the world's finest olive oil. I had been saving it, and finally began using it yesterday. It smells very fresh, and European. (which is exactly how I aim to smell). So I went to their website to see what else they have... and I think I need to order more! I mean, really, everyone needs some luxury olive oil products from Spain.





Also, I discovered that the fast food chain, Chick-fil-A funds anti-gay organizations. And therefore, I will no longer be eating Chick-fil-A, and neither should you! Not that I've ever had it more than 3-4 times in my life prior to finding this out....



Anywho, we shall see what the rest of Sunday has in store for me!



Arrivederci.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

So THAT'S Why....





Why You're Not Married

via The Huffington Post


Tracy McMillan

Tracy McMillan

You want to get married. It's taken a while to admit it. Saying it out loud -- even in your mind -- feels kind of desperate, kind of unfeminist, kind of definitely not you, or at least not any you that you recognize. Because you're hardly like those girls on TLC saying yes to the dress and you would never compete for a man like those poor actress-wannabes on The Bachelor.

You've never dreamt of an aqua-blue ring box.

Then, something happened. Another birthday, maybe. A breakup. Your brother's wedding. His wife-elect asked you to be a bridesmaid, and suddenly there you were, wondering how in hell you came to be 36-years-old, walking down the aisle wearing something halfway decent from J. Crew that you could totally repurpose with a cute pair of boots and a jean jacket. You started to hate the bride -- she was so effing happy -- and for the first time ever you began to have feelings about the fact that you're not married. You never really cared that much before. But suddenly (it was so sudden) you found yourself wondering... Deep, deep breath... Why you're not married.

Well, I know why.

How? It basically comes down to this: I've been married three times. Yes, three. To a very nice MBA at 19; a very nice minister's son at 32 (and pregnant); and at 40, to a very nice liar and cheater who was just like my dad, if my dad had gone to Harvard instead of doing multiple stints in federal prison.

I was, for some reason, born knowing how to get married. Growing up in foster care is a big part of it. The need for security made me look for very specific traits in the men I dated -- traits it turns out lead to marriage a surprisingly high percentage of the time. Without really trying to, I've become a sort of jailhouse lawyer of relationships -- someone who's had to do so much work on her own case that I can now help you with yours.

But I won't lie. The problem is not men, it's you. Sure, there are lame men out there, but they're not really standing in your way. Because the fact is -- if whatever you're doing right now was going to get you married, you'd already have a ring on it. So without further ado, let's look at the top six reasons why you're not married.

1. You're a Bitch.
Here's what I mean by bitch. I mean you're angry. You probably don't think you're angry. You think you're super smart, or if you've been to a lot of therapy, that you're setting boundaries. But the truth is you're pissed. At your mom. At the military-industrial complex. At Sarah Palin. And it's scaring men off.

The deal is: most men just want to marry someone who is nice to them. I am the mother of a 13-year-old boy, which is like living with the single-cell protozoa version of a husband. Here's what my son wants out of life: macaroni and cheese, a video game, and Kim Kardashian. Have you ever seen Kim Kardashian angry? I didn't think so. You've seen Kim Kardashian smile, wiggle, and make a sex tape. Female anger terrifies men. I know it seems unfair that you have to work around a man's fear and insecurity in order to get married -- but actually, it's perfect, since working around a man's fear and insecurity is big part of what you'll be doing as a wife.

2. You're Shallow.

When it comes to choosing a husband, only one thing really, truly matters: character. So it stands to reason that a man's character should be at the top of the list of things you are looking for, right? But if you're not married, I already know it isn't. Because if you were looking for a man of character, you would have found one by now. Men of character are, by definition, willing to commit.

Instead, you are looking for someone tall. Or rich. Or someone who knows what an Eames chair is. Unfortunately, this is not the thinking of a wife. This is the thinking of a teenaged girl. And men of character do not want to marry teenaged girls. Because teenage girls are never happy. And they never feel like cooking, either.

3. You're a Slut.

Hooking up with some guy in a hot tub on a rooftop is fine for the ladies of Jersey Shore -- but they're not trying to get married. You are. Which means, unfortunately, that if you're having sex outside committed relationships, you will have to stop. Why? Because past a certain age, casual sex is like recreational heroin -- it doesn't stay recreational for long.

That's due in part to this thing called oxytocin -- a bonding hormone that is released when a woman a) nurses her baby and b) has an orgasm -- that will totally mess up your casual-sex game. It's why you can be f**k-buddying with some dude who isn't even all that great and the next thing you know, you're totally strung out on him. And you have no idea how it happened. Oxytocin, that's how it happened. And since nature can't discriminate between marriage material and Charlie Sheen, you're going to have to start being way more selective than you are right now.

4. You're a Liar.
It usually goes something like this: you meet a guy who is cute and likes you, but he's not really available for a relationship. He has some condition that absolutely precludes his availability, like he's married, or he gets around town on a skateboard. Or maybe he just comes right out and says something cryptic and open to interpretation like, "I'm not really available for a relationship right now."

You know if you tell him the truth -- that you're ready for marriage -- he will stop calling. Usually that day. And you don't want that. So you just tell him how perfect this is because you only want to have sex for fun! You love having fun sex! And you don't want to get in a relationship at all! You swear!
About ten minutes later, the oxytocin kicks in. You start wanting more. But you don't tell him that. That's your secret -- just between you and 22,000 of your closest girlfriends. Instead, you hang around, having sex with him, waiting for him to figure out that he can't live without you. I have news: he will never "figure" this out. He already knows he can live without you just fine. And so do you. Or you wouldn't be lying to him in the first place.

5. You're Selfish.
If you're not married, chances are you think a lot about you. You think about your thighs, your outfits, your naso-labial folds. You think about your career, or if you don't have one, you think about doing yoga teacher training. Sometimes you think about how marrying a wealthy guy -- or at least a guy with a really, really good job -- would solve all your problems.

Howevs, a good wife, even a halfway decent one, does not spend most of her day thinking about herself. She has too much s**t to do, especially after having kids. This is why you see a lot of celebrity women getting husbands after they adopt. The kids put the woman on notice: Bitch, hello! It's not all about you anymore! After a year or two of thinking about someone other than herself, suddenly, Brad Pitt or Harrison Ford comes along and decides to significantly other her. Which is also to say -- if what you really want is a baby, go get you one. Your husband will be along shortly. Motherhood has a way of weeding out the lotharios.

6. You're Not Good Enough.
Oh, I don't think that. You do. I can tell because you're not looking for a partner who is your equal. No, you want someone better than you are: better looking, better family, better job.

Here is what you need to know: You are enough right this minute. Period. Not understanding this is a major obstacle to getting married, since women who don't know their own worth make terrible wives. Why? You can fake it for a while, but ultimately you won't love your spouse any better than you love yourself. Smart men know this.

I see this at my son's artsy, progressive school. Of 183 kids, maybe six have moms who are as cute as you're trying to be. They're attractive, sure. They're just not objects. Their husbands (wisely) chose them for their character, not their cup size.

Alright, so that's the bad news. The good news is that I believe every woman who wants to can find a great partner. You're just going to need to get rid of the idea that marriage will make you happy. It won't. Once the initial high wears off, you'll just be you, except with twice as much laundry.

Because ultimately, marriage is not about getting something -- it's about giving it. Strangely, men understand this more than we do. Probably because for them marriage involves sacrificing their most treasured possession -- a free-agent penis -- and for us, it's the culmination of a princess fantasy so universal, it built Disneyland.

The bottom line is that marriage is just a long-term opportunity to practice loving someone even when they don't deserve it. Because most of the time, your messy, farting, macaroni-and-cheese eating man will not be doing what you want him to. But as you give him love anyway -- because you have made up your mind to transform yourself into a person who is practicing being kind, deep, virtuous, truthful, giving, and most of all, accepting of your own dear self -- you will find that you will experience the very thing you wanted all along:

Love.

This Week I.....

..... came out of what feels like a year-long drug induced haze. I found myself in a great apartment and a great neighborhood, but not really sure what to do about everything else. However I am incredibly relieved to be past some bad things. I am embarking on a journey upwards. Can only get better from here... and I am looking forward to what's to come and the challenge of self-improvement.

.... had the worst migraine I've had in over three years.

....realized who the truest friends I have are. And I'm very grateful.

.....saw two burlesque dancers...one was trashy and unimpressive... one was quite good and lovely.

......enjoyed some "erotic art" at Naughty Gras.

.......have been constantly pondering the meaning of life and what happiness is.

What a week!

Also, Spring is almost here and that can only bring more good things.

Fotografias






Saturday, February 19, 2011

I must be crazy...

okay, so in an attempt to be done once and for all.... I just sent this message:



Hi Laurie,

You probably think I'm crazy for messaging you, and I'm sorry to bother you.

You might hate me too.

But I am in a horrible place right now. Because of someone we both know. I have often thought about you ... because I know you must've dealt with the same things I am going through, and have gone through with Jesse.

I guess I'm just looking for reassurance that I can get away from him, and actually feel happy again. And from the little I know, you seem to be happy and doing well, and have found someone great.

He has done a lot to hurt me, and knowing him had a lot of negative effects on my life. I don't know if you experienced the same thing...but I know he must've done some of the same terrible things to you.

I'm sorry if messaging you was inappropriate, and I understand if you just ignore this. I just feel like I'm caught in an abusive unhealthy relationship, and am desperate to get out of it. I'm looking for strength, and I feel like no one would understand better than someone who has probably been through the same thing.

If you have any advice to offer or anything to say please let me know.

If not, I'm sorry to have bothered you... and sorry to probably bring back bad memories.

Take care,
Erin .



........oh my goodness. She is gonna think i'm nuts. Or she might be like "bitch don't be coming to me for help" But maybe she will write back, and maybe I can get closure for real. And maybe she can too.

For the 970,068th time....

Annnnnnnd........ It's OFF again.

Maybe this time it will stay that way. I kind of just want to find someone else. And be happy. That would be ideal.

Love these looks....







Sunday, February 13, 2011

Love or Addiction...Forgiveness or Excuses?

What if there is someone in your life who has done a lot to hurt you in the past. Terrible things.
But what if deep down they do love you. What if they just have so much self-hatred and their own issues that need some serious sorting out ... that it causes them to hurt themselves and people around them.. who care about them.

Is this me making excuses, or being realistic? Is it wrong to forgive them? Is it wrong to keep them around? What if you stick around because you love them, despite everything. And you see the good in there. You just wish they would see that good in themselves.

What if you know that, if the other person had made different life choices, things could be so different.

Is this naïveness? Is this making excuses for someone, or choosing forgiveness? Is this unconditional love? I don't know. Sometimes I can't tell if it's love or addiction. I've never had such a problem letting go. Does it mean I shouldn't?

When asked to name the one person absent from her life that she missed the most, she responded, "The person I hoped I'd be by this point in my life."

Okay-- So, I'm not going to finish school. I am one of those individuals who dropped out of college and said they'd go back someday, and then never did. They aren't going to follow their childhood dreams of being marine biologists, Spanish teachers, lawyers, or art historians (in my case).

Maybe some of these people live in regret for the rest of their lives... of who they could've been. Instead maybe they are working in restaurants, raising kids at home, or worse, living paycheck to paycheck and really struggling financially. They are doomed to unhappiness because of this.

I don't want to live in regret. I want to accept that I've made my share of mistakes, and yes, I'm not going to have the life I dreamed of as a girl of 18. I'm not going to travel the world studying art. I want to stop focusing on the person I USED TO BE. and the dreams of that person. I realized this is making me seriously unhappy. I'm not 20, and thin, and naive and partying all the time. And why should I hold on to the exact same goals I had then.

I am nearly 25, a little curvier, a little less pretty. Much wiser, more worldy, and more realistic. I've fallen off my cloud of idealism... I am quite poor, estranged from certain friends, often unhappy. But I've traveled the world, I have a small group of amazing friends, I live in the city, exactly where I want to be. I support myself completely, without relying on anyone else. I ride the bus everyday, I hold myself to high standards on how I view, judge, and treat others. I have strong convictions that I'm not afraid to stand up for. I can admit my mistakes and shortcomings. I've experienced extreme lows, but also extreme highs.

This is who I am now. It doesn't matter what I used to be. This is how life has shaped me. So, I need to work with what I have and find the right path for the person I am today.

It's not necessarily a degree that I want, but it's frustrating that having an "education" and a piece of paper to show it seems to be the ticket to happiness and success in this world. I do want happiness and a certain kind of success. I just want to attain them with what I have. I want family and friends around me. I want to live in a place with lots of life and culture. I eventually want marriage and children of my own. And I want a day to day job that makes a difference for myself and others. Are all of those things too much to expect? I don't think so. I just need to start feeling out a path and a plan to get there.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

love your curves



As part of my recent goal to accept my body as is... I decided to be inspired by women who are curvy and rock it! I've been loving the blog, Fatale Fashion! The author is gorgeous, confident, and very stylish. And obviously is not ashamed of her curves!
Love this look she posted today:


And sort of on the subject...what the heck is up with a curvy girl ending up with not one, but two roommates with eating disorders??? Seriously. It's not very fun to hate yourself...or to hate food! I guess maybe this shows how common it is?? Or maybe this happened for a reason and these girls and I had/have something to learn from each other?

Strange business.

Snowpocalypse?

For weeks I've been looking forward to my first PTO days of the year (today and tomorrow)... I had big plans to get outside during the day, get a check up, go to the dentist, and most importantly meet with UMSL's financial aid office to discuss the possibility of attending and affording finishing school there.

But instead I am iced and snowed in! My day-0ff tasks will now be postponed to April, when I have my next PTO day.

J was here earlier (I know, I know)..but left to go to work...and he actually just irritated me the entire time he was in my company. I am literally falling out of love and LIKE with him. This is good. Seeing him now is just pure habit...because it's not fun or pleasurable at all really to be with him. I guess at this point I need to work on being stronger in saying "NO" to him when he asks to come over or to see me.

Anywho...plans for my day stuck in the apartment:

Planning/Cooking dinner!
Giving myself a mani/pedi.
Calling my debt collectors :/
And attacking the mess on my floor. The entire contents of my wardrobe is strewn about my room. Since lately I've been re-addicted to style blogs... I feel a need to organize and clean this mess... and to revitalize, refresh, remix, and renew my wardrobe... and REmove it from the floor.