anywho, i still have no idea what no idea what this blog is logistically speaking. ie –how frequent posts are, formatting, and oh yeah, what the heck i talk about. but today it is about lipstick of the red red variety. 

the way i see it, there are like three versions of red lipstick. 

1. “wow thats the best you could do?” red.

2. “thx for trying a little harder than that” red. 

and my personal favorite

3. red red.

this is legitimate i swear. ask mr. roy g biv. back to the point. today i wore my very best, my red red. i also wore it on tuesday. frack yeah. twice in a week. my personal best yet. (side note: contemplating it for tomorrow. we’ll see how it goes.) 

as a wee idiotic babe (see grades 6-9) i thought red lipstick was only for events such as marriage. i tried to wear it to school one day in like 9th grade. mother didn’t approve. my dreams were dashed.

LOOK MOM. LIPSTICK.

(side note: i also wore the red red to newsies. one must try to appear sexy for those newsies.)

back to the point again. in the idiotic ages i thought red lips were this huge untouchable deal. on a similar note, in these ages i cared far too much about what people thought of me and i would sooner perish than be that weird girl who wore red lipstick. now, i couldn’t care less what people whisper about me. if they even do. 

another similar, terribly cliche note: my self esteem is in the pooper about 79% of the time. like blah blah blah. typical girl hates self on regular basis. whatever. not the point here. and for whatever reason, my red red makes me feel stellar. 

for real. i’m yet to have a bad day if i wear the red red. maybe i smile more. maybe it’s the air of confidence i give off that eludes me every other day. maybe it’s just the tangible feeling of the tube that seems to scream HAHA I AM BETTER THAN YOU PEASANTS. 

i fracking love it. 

story time. 

a boy in my apush class asked me who (clearly this who indicates a feller) i was wearing my red lips for today. i cannot even begin to express how HIGHLY offended i was at the question. i wasn’t wearing them for anyone. i was wearing them for me. i don’t do things for other people when it comes to appearances. i do them for me. (this is really a whole different topic for another post. one day i promise.)

i’m a big believer in staples. signatures. things that are yours. this is why i always wear the same perfume, always have the same glittery belt, always wear some sort of tiffany&co charm around my neck. i like the consistency. i like having things to rely on. even if it’s as trivial as accessories. obviously i know 6000000 other people have that same shade of that same brand but i like the idea that my red red could become my thing.  i like it a lot quite frankly. 

i like to feel pretty. sue me. i am a 17 year old girl. i like to feel pretty as often as possible. if something as simple as my red red does that for me, so be it. i fracking encourage it honestly. i’m going to do one thing to make that ultimate goal happen: wear on. 

• Stylin Lady Skills: luck be a lady who knows how to put on eyeliner correctly. This category will include anything girly.
• Husbandly Skills: skills that, if I were married, I may or may not force my hubby to complete for me. This category will include anything to do with a car, anything to do with a hammer, and anything to do with lifting heavy things.
• Womanly Skills: skills that, if I were a housewife in the 1950s, I would be expected to complete for my husband. **Get your mind out of the gutter I will not include blow job skills. This category will include all cooking, cleaning, household skills that I should learn so that I can be a proper wife someday. Ha, just kidding about that last part.
• Creativity and Crafty Skills: let’s get something posted to regrestsy.com! Actually, I’m quite crafty, and I want an excuse to demonstrate this to the world. This category will also include such things that I’m not so good at, such as drawing, or cursive handwriting, or anything to do with a pen or pencil.
• The Great Outdoors Skills: let’s go hang off a cliff with a perfectly tied knot! This category will include anything outside, usually while sweating profusely.
• Amazing Inter-Personal and Relationship Skills: although I’m already amazing in every way, this category will include my attempts to be less awkward.
• Grow Up You’re Almost 30 Skills: also, leave your mother alone. Learn to balance your own dang checkbook and do grown up things!
• You is Smart Skills: attempts at maintaining some brain cells will be categorized here.
• You is Kind Skills: attempts to think of people besides myself will be categorized here.
• Healthy Bod Skills: I’m gonna live forever, I’m gonna learn to fly! Woops, too much there. This category will include all attempts at not dying immediately.
• Bravery Skills: The above listed categories include things I enjoy and wish to do. This category will include things that I do just for the sake of being brave and pushing myself.

Ever wish you learned how to properly chop an onion?

Ever wish you could complete that triathlon?

Ever wish you were smarter, more experienced in random interesting things, and generally a more awesome and well-rounded person?

Well I do. I wish all of these things. I did not spend my childhood learning about knots, not that I would have liked that very much at the time. I was busy doing “cool” things and learning the things required of me. Now I am finished with school, into a great career, and a little bored after 5:30 PM. I am also living in a new town, one that is not a booming metropolis.

What do you do when you are bored? I find a new project. Never mind that I already have plenty of projects started and sitting right next to me at this very minute. I want a new project and a new project I will have.

Were you a girl scout? I didn’t have time for girl scouts when I was a kid. I was too busy with the “cool” activities. But in reality, I wanted to do that cool girl scout stuff. And I really wanted those girl scout badges. I love a good sash filled with badges, I wish I had one. I also wish I was an Eagle Scout, because who doesn’t?

What shall I do? I’m 28 years old. Everyone would be creeped out if I joined Brownies. I think that I will start my own big girl girl scout club, wine included, where I earn my own big girl merit badges. This blog will track my efforts.

I promise I am not aiming for a book and/or movie deal. I am not interested in completing 52 badge projects in 52 weeks. I just want to have some fun and become more awesome than I already am (THIS WILL BE A HARD PROJECT).

As inspiration, I refer to and take cues from “You Can Do It! The Merit Badge Handbook for Grown-Up Girls,” by Lauren Catuzzi Grandcolas. This book is awesome, you should buy it.

Stay tuned.

Im excited to help all you people look and feel beautiful.

If anyone has questions or requests I would love to hear from you! 

X

However throughout the course of the year, this blog has become so much more.  Yes it contains the required assignment posts and essays, however it includes little bits and pieces of ME.  From beautiful or funny pictures to videos that make me cry, this blog is a complete representation of myself.

I hope that while reading this blog, you can begin to tap into my mind and view bits and pieces of my personal identity.  (You see what I did there? Because the blog is called “from the mind of gideon”)

ENJOY!!

The name says it all, I aspire to be a sitcom writer professionally.  This is a serious life goal, and I hope to connect with other like-minded individuals through this platform.  Along the way, I’ll bring to light resources I unearth via the Internets.

Call me naive, call me a dreamer, call me unrealistic – I’m good with all of it.  My whole life, I’ve been too much of a realist.  You know what I discovered?  Realist is code for pessimist.  I got some scars on me, been through some things and now I want to pursue a dream.  Simple as that.  Do I realize the downside is it will take a lot of hard, hard work, and there are not guarantees?  Yes.

Some warning, you’ll be seeing a lot of entries tied to this date because I’ve worked on a lot I never published.  I would love feedback and I promise to be responsive.  My email is: futuresitcomwriter@gmail.com and you can also follow me on Twitter @FutureSitcomRtr .  Thank you for stopping by.

-FSW

I promise I’m only testing the dating pool until one well groomed, eye-catching, smart, sexy and funny [blog] seems to fit. But somehow  I start one and something else catches my attention. Is the expectation imagined up in my head to have this big formal section under news where interested fans follow to gain insight, miscellaneous happenings and short-fictitious-stories- derived-from-true-events reading material? While I prefer a round a bout way of getting to anything of remember-able importance it seems I am running away from the formal smooth haired back, suit wearing self I’ve never actually been [for long].

That person gets secretly made fun of in interviews in NYC and is intimidating at part-time job interviews at local surf jobs. Wear something interesting preferably with buttons and add a snazzy belt from J.Crew. Have a plan for when it’s time to move on. You don’t want to show anybody up. Take every bit of information, experience you can possibly get put it all together later when you’re out of your twenties. Advice for myself in case I go back in time and forget everything I’ve learned and I do not find myself in Canada.

I’m about to finish college, and, therefore I’m about to be poor.

So it goes. Such is life.

I’ve been very lucky this far in life with parental and state financial support. I haven’t had to take student loans. I haven’t had to get a job. I’ve been able to spend my college days, as was intended, actually learning things (unlike the 80% of other college students who have to put up with part time, multiple part time, or full time jobs to make it through college, which, more often than not, get in the way of actually engaging with education).

But now, despite my luck, I’m about to be poor for the first time.

The reasons for this are partly external, the post-recession economy, and partly internal, the 21st century “Existential Crisis” (AKA the prospect of working 40 hours a week in a terrible job to be comfortably miserable seems unappealing).

Poverty still is scary. Debt is worse. Even worse are “unforeseen” circumstances (you know, like the current recession) that cause you to rely on savings you may (but probably don’t) have.

Which begs the question: How do you live comfortably, without spending a lot of money?

So, dear reader (who for now (and possibly forever) is myself)  this blog.

Hypothesis

Will start with the hypothesis:

Hypothesis: It is possible for one person to live and save and have time to exist, off of a part-time minimum wage job. 

Further Specificities   

Obviously though I’m going to have to be more specific to make it clear what we’re talking about:

Specificity 1: Assuming no debt.
Specificity 2: Assuming part time means 20 hours a week
Specificity 3: Assuming (American) Federal Minimum Wage
Specificity 4: Assuming, again, we are talking about ONE person

Summary Statements

This blog attempts to examine first of all if such a life is possible, but secondarily whether such a life is also enjoyable.

My purpose with this blog is to try and figure out how to live this way and share the information I uncover with anyone interested. Obviously, there’s bound to be specific regional, personality, tastes, and needs differences between you and me (we are after all different people). But hopefully the things I find and share on this blog will be applicable to anyone trying to live more affordably while still having time to pursue other goals.

Final Note

This isn’t la dolce vita. But this also isn’t vita di merda. This blog is trying to figure out la vita economico, how to live a happy life for less money.

Enjoy!

I don’t want to disparage these views. Believing in yourself, knowing you’re capable of greater things, wanting to achieve more, is something that seems worthy almost without that effort and belief to be committed to any particular thing. But it seems to me that all of these encouragements, exhortations, to achieve whatever you choose, ignore the fact that some people simply don’t know what it is that they do want. And without that essential initial basis, all of this exhortation to be, do, achieve what it is you want – becomes somehow directionless, almost meaningless.

I also don’t wish to disparage anyone who doesn’t know what it is they want. I suspect it’s more common than we’re lead to believe and that it explains a lot of unhealthy things about human societies, particularly western societies; consumerism, environmental damage, obesity, anorexia, alcoholism… off the top of my head. I’m sure I’m missing a thousand things which misdirected longings could help account for. Because we are taught to want, and most of us don’t have a single thing which we want and would give anything for. We’re taught to think now that it’s love, or family, or God, and maybe for some people it is. That pursuing these things long enough will ‘fulfill’ us and make us happy.

Well, beyond thinking that pure happiness is overrated, I don’t think any of those things ever make anyone happy forever. The trick to happiness is supposed to be wanting what you have, and Buddhism states that longing or desire is one of the things making people unhappy. I don’t want to deny the wisdom there, but it’s plain to me that we don’t seem to be able to stop wanting, and that achieving any one of the things we wanted merely prompts us on to wanting other things.

Then, too, in the absence of a greater ‘want’, we’re easily persuaded in the direction of small wants, which as expressed have almost no resemblance to the actual desire underlying them. Examples from the last hour include me thinking “I want to go home” when what I really want is my friends and family, and to feel loved by them; and thinking “I want my good hairbrush” when what I mean is I want to feel prettier. Sure, it’s easy to say that this is sophistry, and my underlying wants were what I have just stated, and their expression is merely of seeking a physical approximation rather than the ideal. But we do this all the time. We think “I want a cup of tea” when we mean that we’re bored, or “I’m hungry” when we’re lonely and sad; children say “I’m bored” when they mean “I want you to pay me attention”. We pursue ideals of fulfillment that I’m not convinced can even be attained, and I think that explains a lot of our consumer culture. I don’t feel good about myself or my job or my relationship with my children, but I’ll buy a new entertainment unit we’ll use together, and then we’ll finally be a happy family. Never mind that the unit will be almost unused before it’s out of date, and in the meantime, most young kids say what they want is more time with their parents. No, back to work to buy a treadmill.

All of this is to say that I don’t really know what I want. I can name you a dozen things off the top of my head that I care about, but also a lot of things I thought I wanted that haven’t made me happy. I used to think I wanted a steady relationship, but I had one of those. She dumped me like a dog on the side of the dirt road, and I realised that what I really wanted was safety, security and love. As it turned out, she offered none of those, and I think I knew it for a long time before my girlfriend left me “to go be irresponsible and disappear in South America”. I used to want a steady full time job, and then I found that the one I had, despite paying well, left me so exhausted and with so little time to myself that I gave up being social and my reading and writing pursuits. It turned out they meant a lot more to me than money and security. I managed to find a happy medium on that one, but it isn’t going to last forever. And at that point, I will have to figure out what it is that I want most, next.

What I’m saying is that I don’t believe that we all have some singular, great, underlying desire or ambition, that once satisfied, will leave us content as human beings. I think to be human is to strive, and also that sometimes, we don’t know what it is we are striving towards. We’re driven, that does’t mean we aren’t also directionless.

So really? What I’m doing here is figuring out what it is that I want most, right now. And for more than the next five minutes. I can tell you that I care about the environment, animal rights, human rights, the death penalty, literature, the arts, dying cultures, refugees, climate change, permaculture… I could go on. But all I can promise is that at any point in time, I will care about something. And I will want to talk about it.

And that is what this blog will be about.

No we don’t and Yes we do.

Black American Women are black hair care and skin care product junkies, more women go to extremes but most of us are on the lookout for something better for our hair, scalps and skin.

I’ve worn braids for the past ten years on my natural knot and Nappy hair because they are easier to maintain than wearing my natural hair.  However, even braids can be very damaging to hair like mine because my hair and scalp is both extremely dry and porous.  The braid extension fake and real over a period of time will thin the hair strands because it is difficult to get protein conditioners into the hair with synthetic hair weave into the real hair.  In addition to wearing braids I also color treated my hair to lighter shade.  My hair color is black and I would bleach and tint my hair to light brown, then have stylist braid a synthetic hair into my real hair giving a two strand twists style.  I did this on and off for ten years until last year I decided no more coloring and no more braid extensions. 

Well, unbeknown to me there are hundreds of products on shelves for Black Hair care and all of them make promises on the labels.  So what happens we read the label and believe it, purchase the bottle or jar, try it and trash it in a few days and then return to the store and start with another product recommendation.

It does not help to read reviews about products because every reviewer will describe their hair differently and what works on wavy hair will not work on nappy hair.  When I write nappy, I mean hair that has length when wet but will lose 75% of the length when dry.

My hair shoulder length when wet but dry it is no more than one inch.  I get a whole lot of shrinkage with my hair which can be very frustrating for getting the style I want to wear.

This blog is about all the stuff I purchased, tried and kept or trashed that I found worked on my knotty and nappy hair texture and dry scalp.

So, if you hair and scalp resemble my hair and scalp and you want to save your time and your money buying to try out hair products, then keep coming back here.  I will try to keep things up to date with what I used that helped my hair in addition to what I stayed away from because it damaged my hair.  

Hello. I am Goo who lives in Seoul which is the capital of South Korea. I made this blog to inform you South Korea. from now on, I write article about Korea’s culture, history, food, society, politics and so on.

But I am not good at speaking english. So, sometimes, I use wrong english grammar. If you speak english very well, Please understand that I am using the wrong grammar. I make an effort to use right english grammar by using Google translator, a english grammar book.

Lastly, write a comment If you have a questions when you are read my article. Writing a comment helps my blog become a more useful blog. And please write cheer comments.

See you soon.

**Note, I will post a link to each blog on my Facebook page shortly after releasing a new “call of the day”. (for friends only of course)

****Please note again, I have never used an actual blog or WordPress so I will try to improve as I go along.

My name is Krystin Edgerton, and I’m a second year Journalism student in college.

I created this blog as part of an assignment I am currently doing. Although this is an assignment, I do plan on continuing this blog once the class is complete.

This blog is about something everyone loves…DESSERTS. These delicious treats always top off a tasty dinner. But when do people actually have the time to prepare and cook a dessert.

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In this day and age everyone is busy. Whether you’re a student going to school full-time, a mother or father working all day, or one of those people who always seem too busy and making a dessert is the last thing on your mind.

How many people out there have read a website, or bought a dessert book claiming everything is quick and easy to do. Then once you find the perfect dessert you’re actually interested in doing you find out there’s an estimated 2-hour preparation time, an hour cook time then an additional 15 minutes to cool off. To me that’s not a quick or easy dessert to do.  Or you finally find an easy dessert to do and it turns out it has 20 ingredients and half of them you’ve never even heard of.

Being a full time college student I understand the aspect of not having time and needing things to be easy. I also understand the aspect of something needing to be cheap to complete. I’m not made of money and I don’t think you are either.

So my blog is dedicated to help all those busy people like myself prepare and bake tasty, cheap, and quick desserts. So lets get started everyone…

LETS BAKE!!!♥

Yes – I will make a great “famous person”. I am narcissistic and delusional!

Thanks for checking in, and for the pressure of your blog visits  – they keeping me moving towards the light regardless of my fear of rejection!

Noelle Bickle

“Debris” a contemporary fiction, is the story of a family tangled in dark secrets of abuse and addiction. Readers follow the troubled lives of the Doours family:

Helen  – the picture perfect wife and mother with a past nipping at her heels, threatening her carefully manicured life.

Jeremy – the son whose secrets drive him into the shady world of living on the street with Crystal Meth as his companion. 

Jenny – the fourteen year old daughter who carries the torment of undisclosed sexual abuse that manifests into a burden in her young womb.

And Jonathan – the straight laced father who – even after more than 20 years as a police officer – cannot maintain peace and justice in his own home.

The story takes place over two years, and is told in each voice of the four characters. The reader is privy to the perspective of an over controlling but well intentioned mother, a damaged and addicted young man, an abused and tormented teenage girl, and a powerless father. The Doours family leads readers to raise questions between mothers and daughters, fathers and sons to keep families in touch and tuned in to life’s many shades of grey.

The answer rests in a few places. The first is that my passion is football…anything related to it. But I also find the gaming side very interesting. Secondly, I  don’t think anyone is offering this information in this particular way. Others might follow…and its possible that others are already doing this. I wish them well. Lastly, I believe people would be interested in knowing this information…understanding it. Why do 65% of home teams who covered in the prior week…not cover that following week? I find this interesting. My plan is to finish the database and start passing on these trends. There are hundreds, probably thousands of trends. The more data I accumulate…the more trends I will find. My MBA will be put to good use. So welcome and as the days go bye and we get closer to the NFL season…come read as I grow power of….Spreadchasers.

For the past 3 months I have been putting together a fascinating  database. This database brings together line information on every NFL game played in the last decade. I am pulling the week, the opponent, the score vs the spread, the line streak of the team in question and its opponent, home vs away and whether the team covered. I am doing this for over 5,000 games. This information is available on sites like http://www.covers.com (great site). But whats not available is the ability to find trends in the data. For example: 80% of teams coming off a bye and playing on the road cover…80%! That is only one example of hundreds I have found.

I am not a website guy nor am I a professional blogger so bear with me. This ride is not going to look like a Ferrari but it has a serious engine.