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Why do we have so much stuff?

This week I’ve been trying to make my lunch hours “productive” by cleaning out several boxes that moved in with Jim — 4 years ago next month! LOL I kept saying to myself, “Why do we have so much stuff?”

Old boxes full of “all in one” motherboards with Duron processors, video cards made by companies long since gone the way of the dinosaur (remember Voodoo anyone?), all kinds of cabling supplies — this is all his crap btw, lol. I’ve already cleaned out my crap. :mrgreen: hehehe I’ve filled several garbage bags full of clothing to go to Hannah Home tomorrow, as well as kitchen stuff that we don’t need or use. Most of the clothing is mine and Jessie’s — although Jessie delighted in unpacking the bags of mine when she discovered that she could wear some of the old tops that I had from high school. She says to me, “Hey, these are almost my size — *gasp* you were so tiny! That’s so CUTE!”

heh, yeah, I was a skinny minnie … wish I could say the same now … of course back then I had a figure (or rather, lack thereof!) that Olive Oyl would envy, LOL. But anyways …

For a long time I was a makeup-hoarder … I’d buy pretty/shiny stuff, but never use it. I swear, I had a HUGE box full of it — mostly unopened! So it’s going to Hannah Home too. I even have a couple makeup mirrors that I received for Christmas a few years ago, but never opened, much less used — those are definitely going … I need the room!

I cleaned out a LOT of my old goth and clubbing clothes, lots of rosaries and crosses I had bought online and other related paraphernalia, several evening gowns, LOTS of shoes, lol … I can remember looking at each item and was amazed how with almost everything, there was a particular memory attached to it – a place, a song, or someone …

All the more reason to get rid of most of it, I guess. Most of the goth stuff reminds me of Fsckhead anyway.

But enough of that…

The job is going pretty well, but keeps me mega busy. (which is a good thing, lol) Also, I am *so* looking forward to this weekend. My Ladies Night Out group has a meetup this weekend and we’re having potluck dinner at the group leader’s house. I’m thinking of making some of my yummy Taco Soup. :grin:

I may upgrade my WordPress installs Sunday, but then again I may just decide to chill out … after all, I’ve worked and cleaned all week, when does a girl get a day off?

You know you’re pale when…

You use the lightest shade available in your favorite brand of makeup, and it’s still darker than your skin tone.

Slush and burn

No update for WordPress and the weird date errors caused by the latest security patch, so I’m still a-holdin’.

The weekend was both fun and painful. :shock: I know, you’re shocked.

Let me ‘splain … no, there is too much, let me sum up:

Friday Jim and I took off work early and Jessie and I spent the afternoon watching the storms roll in and northward. I had convinced Jim’s ex to let us keep her Saturday, as I had a full day planned. Jessie and I did the Shoney’s breakfast thing — we hadn’t done that in ages, and it was good to get out and spend time together, just the two of us. We ran back to the house for just a few minutes and went over to Jim’s mother’s house to swim in her pool for a bit. We had originally planned on lunch at Bento’s for some Japanese, but I forgot they closed just after lunch, so we kicked it on up to Fire Mountain instead.

After lunch/dinner, we kicked it back to the pool and then at 5 we went over to Gardendale’s civic center complex for the Bluegrass Festival. It was a BLAST! I took some pictures and hope to have those up soon. Pity we left around 9. I never was able to get a playlist of who all was there and who was left to play. I heard a LOT of Carter and Cash songs that I knew and loved, as well as CDB and Hank Williams Sr/Jr.

Unfortunately I had gotten sunburned despite using 45 SPF sunblock. I know, I know, you would think pale glow-in-the-dark types such as myself would learn to stay out of the sun by now!

Bite me. ;P

So yeah, I spent yesterday sick because of the sunburn. I’m a crisp bright red in the face, shoulders, and back … I think I would’ve screamed if I heard one more “Hey, looks like you got a little sun!”

*slams face on desk*

Ow.

Oh well, it was worth it to see Jessie having such a good time.

And besides, I finally got the recipe for that awesome drink I had at Jim’s mom’s place a few weeks ago … she was even kind enough to send me a small bit to “nibble on” until I got a batch of my own made!

YUMMMMMMMM!!!

You’ll find this funny … I did.

Um, thought about posting an update … don’t feel like doing that just yet. A lot has been going on, but I’ll catch y’all up later when I’m feeling more like me.

In the meantime, a quick funny:

Snaped this from docjeff:

And yet I was trying to pick the most honest and “least gothic” answers:

You Are Amy Lee!

Gothy, expressive, woman-in-pain Who looks damn good in a corset “When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears When you’d scream I’d fight away all of your fears”

Ok … first of all: I don’t do corsets — I have enough trouble breathing on my own, thanks. Secondly, people have always called me ‘goth’ because I wear a lot of black … I wear a lot of black because I think I look good in it. (but wearing that label has come in handy occasionally … that’s another story for another time) Third: I’m a woman in pain because I have a painful past, anger issues, and 31 years of pent-up resentment — I am Oprah Winfrey’s proverbial wet dream.

But — I do love that song.

*shrugs*

A gothic Bette

“OMG, You’re gray!?!” I think that phrase will stay with me. I had seen an old friend from high school last summer and that was her reaction to seeing my ‘roots’: “Oh my God, Nicki, your hair … you’re GRAY!”

Thank you, I hadn’t noticed.

Actually, I used to color my hair so often that I didn’t notice it until this last couple or three years. I’d let it grow out a bit and actually thought of letting it just grow out, but let’s be real … I’m too young to be this gray. (Or, at least that’s what I’m told!) And besides, I like changing my hair color to suit my mood(s) … someone once asked me if when I got old I planned on being on of those “little blue-haired ladies” … I said “Blue? Been there, done that already. I want to be purple!” :cool:

Last week I had auburn hair with slightly gray roots. Today it’s a slightly Dr. Pepper-ish color with bright red highlights. :mrgreen: hehe, it’s always dark for a few days, it’ll return to a more “normal” color in a week or so, but for now I’m enjoying the darker hues.

I had well over 6 inches cut off — it needed it, and I’ve been having headaches and having less hair helps. Jim told me last night that I looked like Bette Midler (wish I had her money).

So now I’m a gothic Bette … I can live with that. :mrgreen:

w00t!

My best friend’s band is playing at Out of Bounds (formerly Chase Pub & Grill) tomorrow night, and we actually are going to be able to get a babysitter and go! (YAY!!!!! )

He tells me on the phone today that they start around 9′ish, playing 3 45-minute sets. “Cool,” I say. Which *IS* cool, because usually they share the stage with other bands, and you have to listen to 2 or 3 unknowns play before you hear them. And they’ll be playing material from their new album too, which I have not yet heard.

He then tells me that “there will be a lot of people there dressed up as Goths and Vampires and things” … oh right, I’ll feel *so* out of place there. LOL!

Anyways, Obliviaxe’s shows are always a good time and it has been a very long time since I have seen the guys play. And again, the inner teenager in me is jumping up and down, screaming wildly.

Beauty Products: Natural Enhancements or Devices of Mental Torture?

It’s funny the daily rituals many women endure to make themselves more “beautiful” to the outside world. Why do we do this to ourselves? Several reasons really …

1.) Sex.

Plain and simple, we wouldn’t be caught dead outside the house without at least a slap of makeup or our hair fixed and/or appropriately shaped if we are trying to catch, impress, or otherwise cajole the opposite (or same) sex … not if we want to get some.

2.) Competition.

By nature, we females are very competitive when it comes to catching (or sometimes keeping) a mate. We often feel that we have to “out-look” any surrounding females — to appear to be the best “catch.”

(See also, #1)

3.) Neurosis.

That’s right, we’re neurotic. From early childhood, it has been bored into our little heads that we have to always look our best and wear the mask of outer beauty, grace, and charm. To always appear prim and proper, and fully prepared for anything. We are to appear confident, but not too bold or empowered.

But we rarely achieve that … why?

Think about it, we women power the cosmetic industry alone. Billions are spent every year on things that supposedly make our physical appearance “more beautiful” …

Example: I was shopping for the final touches to my Halloween costume this weekend, and was looking at nail polish on sale. I’ve always loved doing my own nails, and pride myself on the varied rainbow of colors, tones, and textures in my collection. (especially glittered ones, I love glitter! but it’s a bitch to remove and glitter polish removers are harsh on your nails … but I digress … )

I didn’t see anything that screamed “You *have* to have me!” until I read the name of one of the colors: Naughty. The color wasn’t anything I didn’t already have: a deep crimson, a staple in my virtual nail palette in fact; but upon reading the name, the inner teenager in me instantly jumped up and down franticly screaming “I want, I want, I want!”

Nothing makes a woman instantly feel the need to have something faster than a mere title that inspires feelings such as: empowerment, intrigue, or the air of sensuality. Naughty is just one of those words. I don’t care who you are, at one time or another every woman wants to feel naughty … whether she admits it or not.

By nature, we are sensual creatures. It is only natural that we would want to feel “wanted” by someone at one point or another. As would we desire to feel attractive to our mate, or potential mate(s).

I mean, really … would this nail polish make me any more attractive to Jim? No, but for a fraction of a second, I felt as if my psyche needed that nail polish as validation or accreditation.

So why do we let ourselves continually be exploited by the industry? And made to feel inferior? And be told how we’re supposed to look by someone who probably wouldn’t know a real woman if she came and slapped them across the face?

Because we’re neurotic, and we’re needy, and we’re human. And these traits are what makes us desirable.

(or, that’s just my theory anyways!)

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