Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Thanks for coming to my Pinterest party!

Last weekend I went to Portland to visit my sister, nieces, and close friend. I haven't seen them in months.

After a great weekend of quality time with my sister we found ourselves (myself, sister, and friend) sprawled out on my sister's bed talking to each other while "pinning" feverishly on our phones.

We pinned so hard my sister fell asleep.

I don't know if it's that we've become old and "boring," if we've become girlier, or if Pinterest really is just the coolest thing ever. But something about three 30-something women falling asleep from Pinterest exhaustion is crackin' me up.

"Thanks for coming to my Pinterest party guys! It was super fun!"

Shameless plug: If you click on the Pinterest symbol to the right you can see my pin wish list. :)

Rape is just a "thing"

The fact that I share a state with this man is upsetting in and of itself.

Okay so, let's just clear one thing up really quickly:

Why are all of these middle-aged, overly-priveleged, out-of-touch, caucasian, male politicians weighing in on a woman's right to get an abortion after she's raped?

Why aren't they weighing in on educating men NOT TO RAPE?

I'm tired of being your scapegoat.

Read full article here.
Listen to full audio from John Koster here.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Today I failed.

Today on my way to the ferry terminal a homeless woman jumped in front of me quite suddenly and asked for assistance. Before I could really register what was going on, I told her I don't carry cash, which was the truth.

But it wasn't until after I said it that I realized she hadn't asked for money. She had asked me to help get her something to eat.

And it wasn't until I was past her that I realized she was crying.

And I didn't turn back.

I can't get her face out of my mind and I feel so, incredibly, terribly, and guiltily awful.

A crying homeless woman asked me for food and I kept moving.

What is wrong with me?!?!?!

Afterward I told myself I'd make it right. I'd do something tomorrow. I'd see her again. I'd see someone else. I'd get another chance to make the right choice.

But the thing is, that choice was in front of me at that moment. And I messed up. I chose the wrong thing.

Doing the right thing and helping the people around you isn't based on second chances. It's based on an unwavering moral compass.

I just wanna cry.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Malarkey, sleepovers, and pergatory via planning meetings

Sorry for being MIA for the last 2 weeks, guys. I'm still here. I've just been really busy with this new job which, BTW, is so fantastic I might pee a little from excitement. Even today when our budget planning meeting lasted 8 hours (and it's not done yet ugh...kill me now) I was still super happy to be there.

I. Love. It. There.

I've got the Lady's Quarterly Sleepover: Autumn Edition this weekend so I'll be sure to recap that debacle this coming week.

Also, did you guys catch the VP debate tonight?!?! I feel like, in a less civilized world, they would have thrown down. I gotta admit, watching those two grapple it out on camera would have been awesome. Biden would have growled and snarled and ripped off Ryan's pale, clammy arms and then beat his chest with them in victory.

At least, that's how I imagine it in my head...and we all know how bizarre it can get up in there.

If you missed the debate, watch it all below:

And please, for the love of kittens, unicorns, and gummy bears, get out and vote! Don't be that douche canoe who wants to tell us your opinion even though you didn't exercise your right to voice it when it mattered.