Perceptions

The very smart Albert Einstein is quoted as saying " Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.  Another very smart person is quoted as saying " if it makes you happy, it can't be that bad."  Yes, that person is Sheryl Crow. 

so who do i listen to when I want to eat some candy while trying to get in shape?! Something tells me these two would have drastically different answers. In the meantime , i'll eat the candy.


Everything in life is based on perception.  You'll always be given different kinds of advice, different perceptions, different opinions of what is right or wrong for you.  At the end of the day, your perception is the only one to go by.  You may share parts of your life with your friends, lover, family- but only you know it all, and your feelings of it all.  Everyone has their own gut to go by.  The point is, two important people in your life can have drastically different perceptions of things, and their perceptions may differ from your own.  

Take the advice, view the perception their way, then do what you feel is right. At the end of the day, you're the one living your life. Life it for yourself. Make yourself happy and don't give a shit if you're happiness isn't what someone else pictured for you.

Kanye's new video: Kim's breasts aren't the biggest boob in it

Thoughts on Kimye's new video:


-I think Kanye is upset he never got the cool backgrounds in school pictures so his new video he used allll the corny ones he could find. 
-woah! that director made him driving a motorcycle look SO real.  [dare you to try to say that with a straight face- it's impossible]
-Why must he end like 8 sentences in a row with the same word? 
-oh, and he wants to bang her on the sink? so sexy to have sex on a sink in your fiance's mothers house with her family and all of E! network. 
-his music was better when he was singing about a wired jaw

btw: Kim's last home video was better. and that's upsetting.

bitches be cray

I constantly hear from guys and girls alike the phrase "that girl is crazy!" Sometimes it's just a phrase and sometimes, it's so much more. I've had countless discussions with people about the kinds of crazy and compiled a list. 



type A:  Situational "crazy".  I wouldn't even really classify it as crazy but whatev. This girl is the kind that has no crazy until something finally makes her snap and seem crazy.  Most times it's some prick who pushes her to the point of snapping then labels her crazy. Only so many times you can poke a bear.  Once that situation is over- so is the crazy.

type B:  The closet crazy. These girls pretend they aren't crazy but their closest friends know the real deal.  They act like they don't go crazy but they just know how to hide and and put on an act.


Type C: Bat-shit-no-denying-crazy.  These are the girls who give the rest of us a bad rep. The sun could be shining and birds singing her name and she'll still find something and everything to bitch about.  These girls are never satisfied about anything, but blame everyone else. Crazy. 



There is one girl I met who isn't any of these- not even the situational crazy.  She doesn't have any crazy. what?! She goes by the name of KMAC.  I'm not sure she's actually human.  I mean what girl doesn't act "crazy" sometimes? This girl. I don't think she should even count tho- I'm starting to be convinced she is some type of unicorn.  Sorry fellas, this gorg unicorn was already rewarded for her anti crazy self with a shiny diamond ring. Teach the world your ways kmac, teach us your ways.

DNA: not just in your body..but in your phone!

We all have that friend/s who calls and you know the second you pick up your stuck talking aka listening to them for 25+ minutes.  I used to put these people in my phone as their real name, until my dad taught me a trick.  [ hey dad! thanks! ]  He told me to add "DNA" after their name.  DNA standing for do not answer.  It just gives me that reminder that if I don't have the time..this isn't the call to answer.

There are a few people that meet the criteria as a DNA caller:

1. The one that doesn't let you get a word in edgewise.  Those are the calls that if I do happen to answer, I just set it down and continue on what I was doing, giving the occasional actively listening phrase. 

2. The one who you see on caller id and immediately the Sarah McLaughlin commercial pops into your head.  The one that with that first note of the song "Arms of an Angel" you want to bail out and not even see what's coming.

3. The one upper.  You could say something outlandish like you got bit in the ass by a rabid porcupine - and they cut you off to tell how they got half their ass chewed off by part gazelle part panther.

PERFECT DNA recipients. Thanks Dad, you've saved me some serious talk time :)

uh..

  

They make the dumbest crap these days. Save yourself the $19.99 and stick your hair in a tupperware container then blow dry. Same effect.

We were the lucky ones

Maybe I'll regret being this vulnerable so public and maybe I won't. Maybe I'll just feel better. September 30th, 2002 my brother Dennis died. And I was changed. My family was changed. The world was changed. Nothing will ever feel as happy as it would if he were here to share it with, but then again nothing will ever feel as bad as losing him.
The world was whole on morning of September 27th, our family was whole. A horrible accident ripped us apart. It was like we were a puzzle, we had visible cracks, but we held together tight trying to keep all our pieces together. One of our pieces fell out Sept. 30th. Nothing fit back the same. No matter how many different ways we moved things around and tried to put it back together, nothing ever fit back how it's supposed to. It never gets easier, ever. That's a little white lie people say to make it seem less permanent. But that is just what is it- permanent. After awhile you just get used to the ache. You get used to the pain that hurts so bad you can physically feel it. You just learn to live with a piece of you missing.

I won't sit here and say we were perfect and we never fought, because we weren't and we did. But we all loved with everything in our heart and soul. That's the thing about death, you can have an infinite amount of love for someone but that doesn't guarantee they won't be taken away. It's painfully true that life doesn't stop for anybody, or anything. The only guarantee is that it keeps going, a new day begins, regardless of who got knocked down, regardless of who doesn't get to see a new day.
Driving home from the hospital, or driving to the funeral, or driving home countless nights since- it has hit all of us at different times over the years that while our whole world slowed down and has been painfully moving in a different way- the rest of the world continued on like normal. It's a strange feeling. It's hard to grasp that while our lives were turned upside down life didn't care. Driving home this past Monday night, crying alone in my car in traffic, I couldn't help but look at the people in the other cars, smiling and singing or at least not crying, and be a little jealous that the day to them wasn't forever deemed a tragic day with a horrible heartbreaking memory.

Every year around this time, I think constantly about how I can evolve and be a better sister, daughter, auntie, friend and girlfriend. It's human nature to get wrapped up in life and our routines that we forget to take a minute and just soak it all in. I'm just as guilty of doing this. I think a lot of times we just expect there always to be another tomorrow to make that phone call, another day to mend ways, another day to call your family just to say "hi, i love you." I wish I knew the last time I talked to Dennis it would be my last time. I would have listened harder to his laugh and memorized it, I would have kept telling him " I love you", I would have told him what an amazing person he is and how much I wanted to be like him. I wouldn't have just assumed he knew, which I know he does. But I would have said it out loud. I would have stayed on the phone just listening to his voice. But I didn't know, and that's my whole point. You never do know. This year I really am going to make more of an effort to just say what I want to say and not wait for "another day." I'm going to make more of an effort to soak things up and make memories stick. Do the same. I can't say enough how much I wish I had realized this eleven years ago. Just do the same. Believe me when I tell you, if you don't get "another day" it will haunt you. Do what you want with this advice, read it, share it, do anything but ignore it.

We are a family. It always was the five of us, it always will be the five of us. We're a little broken but like my sister Colleen pointed out- we're the lucky ones. We got to love Dennis for 23 years. We get to go on having a piece of him with us. We can be upset that our kids, boyfriends, girlfriends, whomever never got to meet him, but that just means he was that important to us that we feel so sad for those who didn't get to love him. He's our brother. He's our childhood. He's our history. We are the lucky ones.

roar

Katy Perry went from feeling like a plastic bag to a lion: John Mayer must be magical in the sack

forget the ball, Miley is a wreck herself!

Every single time I hear Miley Cyrus, in my head I praise my parents for punishing me when I acted like an ass when I was younger. Miley, we get that you can't stop, but we really really want you to.

welcome to 2013

2 guys legit staring at me as I pull in and find parking at the crazy busy dunkies. walking out w my coffee they start staring again and I think it's either bc I had a nip slip I didn't know about or bc my hair looks like Mufasa today. Then one guy says to the other that he can't believe as a girl I could maneuver the truck so well.

What I said in my head: sir, welcome to 2013! Its so weird- girls can do lots of things! imagine?! Oh and I've been driving my dads work trucks since I was 16. 
What I said out loud: you're an idiot.

Amanda Bynes sighting!

pretty sure we saw Amanda Bynes today: there is a sliiiiight chance it's one of Dog the bounty hunter's relatives, but my moneys on Amanda.

Royal baby.

I'm really done hearing about the royal baby.  Personally I think people should care way more about who goes into their own vj than who comes out of someone else's.  Just a thought. 

Dear Sgt. Murphy

Sgt. Sean Murphy, a state police photographer released photos of suspect terrorist number 2* during his capture. Murphy stated "This guy is evil. This is the real Boston Bomber. Not someone fluffed and buffed for the cover of Rolling Stone Magazine."

 Dear Sgt. Murphy,
   
What you did by releasing those photos, is commendable.  I thank you for showing pictures of a coward, hiding after killing and injuring so many while a magazine posted a self taken photo of said coward looking calm and in a relaxed state.  While Rolling Stone apparently tried to show terrorists don't all look the same, you succeeded in doing so without offending or down playing the horrific act that was done to innocent people. Those pictures showed what terrorists look like when they are caught by the brave and fast acting law enforcement.  Seeing the picture of him bloody, tired and with a target on his head solidified the fact that Boston is strong and will not stand for terrorist acts.  It solidified the fact that many brave men and women, yourself included, will stop at nothing to stop a terrorist from attacking our great city.  You sir, are a man so many in Boston are thankful for and proud of.  I hope one day i get the opportunity and pleasure of buying you a beer.






*[i refuse to use that killers name. He does not deserve to still be living let alone be called anything other than what he is, a terrorist.  I don't even like to use suspect.]

BOSTONSTRONG

First off, Rolling Stone magazine is disgusting.  If you're one of those people who are defending it by saying freedom of speech and thats what journalism is- stop reading because you won't like what I say and I couldn't care less what you have to say either. 

Who picked that picture? Give me a break.  I get the whole trying to show terrorists don't have a specific look but just say that.  Don't throw that asshole up on a cover looking all chill.  Why not use the picture of him carrying his backpack with a bomb??  He looked like a regular kid in those pictures.  

Under his picture is the caption: "How a popular, promising student was failed by his family..." Failed by his family? First let me state the obvious.  This asshole is the one who rode over his own goddamn brother fueling terrorist 1 to be nicknamed "speed bump."  HE was walking behind his brother on their way to drop the bombs. His family didn't fail him.  He didn't have to follow.  Not for nothing but  no ones family is perfect.  Everyones family drives them crazy in some sense, but not everyone runs out and uses that to be a psychotic terrorist.  No one can be blamed for someone else's actions.  No one.

In a statement the writer of the article said they wanted to explore and find out what made him do what he did.  That's a job for a psychologist, not a writer of a magazine.  Don't analyze anything.  Just state the facts: he killed and hurt innocent people.  Then ran.  Then ran over his brother  Then ran again.  Then hid.  He had an entire city on lockdown, putting BFD, BPD and countless armed forces in danger.  Let a licensed mental health professional analyze what made this kid a terrorist.  I find it also disgusting that after so many people, especially the victims families expressed their dislike of the cover, Rolling Stone changed their cover photo on facebook to that picture.  Gross.  I don't care if the best, most informative article ever to be published, the way it was put out disgusts me so much I will never ever read it.

For those people posting on Facebook and elsewhere saying that people cannot boycott a magazine, especially if they don't have a subscription, let me teach you something dumbass.

A boycott is an act of voluntarily abstaining from using, buying or dealing with a person, organization, or country as an expression of protest, usually for social or political reasons.  Sometimes, it can be a form of consumer activism.

So yes, the people of Boston and anywhere else who find the cover disrespectful can boycott.  By not buying the magazine, not reading it online, and no longer going onto their website.  Furthermore, US weekly has the same ownership as Rolling Stone, so one can cancel their subscription to that. [ I love my US weekly just as much as the next girl, but I cancelled.  I'd rather support any other magazine.]

So, for those people complaining that people shouldn't be upset because it's freedom of speech, and it's a good article- shut up. Grow a set and show some loyalty.  If you can't do that, just shut up and go lay down.  Fore everyone else just as outraged, keep showing your support of our amazing city, the people and those affected by this disgusting terrorist dbag: BOSTONSTONG.  

Oh, and Rolling Stone, Jay Z doesn't use a hyphen in his name anymore.  You're welcome.

A man, a bike and a ball

I've had juuuust about enough of random strangers telling me to stop wearing my livestrong bracelet bc Lance cheated. I don't care & I don't wear it bc he won races-that's not even the purpose of the bracelet or what it represents. I will say, that guy did way more with a bike and a ball than most can do 

a salute to Casey and Shannon

Let me jump right into this: My niece goes to a playgroup. My sister couldn't take one day, so I did.  At first I sat there, sipping my iced coffee thinking about what the hell I would say if they asked me something.  They chatted amongst each other about potty training and hectic mornings and all I could wonder is if I fed my fish that morning and if I remembered to put the rest of my wine in the fridge the night before.  I thought the whole three hours I'd just scroll facebook and wait to go.

A few minutes in they figured out who I was and it broke the awkwardness I felt.  They told me how I'm so much quieter than my sister, which I loved because she is loud as shit and everyone in the family thinks I am.  Sitting across from me was this woman, Casey who was SO friendly and had such a smile that lit up her whole face. She spoke of how she had twins and she was sitting there knitting.  I thought to myself: how does she find the time to raise twins and knit?!  I have since come to find that this was just the tip of the iceberg of what she accomplished.

The whole 3 hours flew by.  Everyone was cracking up at things we were sharing and I realized those moms weren't so different from me- except they had noisy little humans they were in charge of keeping alive.  I can't remember how long after that, it wasn't long, that Casey and I became facebook friends.  I came to learn more about Casey.  She is happily married to Shannon, a soldier, a major in Massachusetts National Guard.  

I'm embarrassed to say I had no idea what soldiers who love the same sex and their families have to go through.  I was shocked that even married, the spouse isn't recognized. I knew nothing of DOMA until I read all that Casey and Shannon have been fighting for.  They stood up to congress and stood up for equality in all family units, straight, gay and anything and everything in between. Here is American people telling a soldier her love isn't important enough to be recognized.  Here is this soldier sacrificing herself and her own life to protect our freedoms but she isn't allowed freedoms herself? That is horrible. Her wife isn't allowed the same benefits as another wife?!  I cannot even think of the words to express how unfair and twisted that it. It's unfathomable to me.  

A year ago I had an experience in dunkies trying to get a coffee.  The couple in front of me was both arrogant and ignorant.  They loudly were talking how same sex couples shouldn't be allowed to marry.  I was so horrified and hoped they didn't have their own kids to breed another generation of hate.  I thought to myself: ma'am, no one told you that you couldn't marry your husband who has a face only a mother could love, and sir, no one stopped you from legally marrying the mega bitch.  I was so disgusted by them but at the same time, felt bad for them.  I felt bad that they clearly never felt love and don't know what love is, and those people are the saddest of all. I never said anything aloud to them and I should have.  I couldn't even tell a rude couple in front of me to shut up but Casey and Shannon had the courage and strength to stand up to society and congress and get things changed.

They fought hard and made an impact and made a difference.  They spoke up for what is right- and they won!  Committed same-sex couples who are legally married in their own state can now receive federal protections such as social security, health insurance, veteran's benefits and retirement savings. They did this while raising two little kids and the regular hustle and bustle of everyday life. I can't even match my own god damn socks and or remember to pay my cell phone bill on time. 
So Casey and Shannon, you two are love.  You two are what this world needs.  You're society's teachers and it's about time everyone sits up and learns.  

xo



Read these:

a major and her wife on the effects of DOMA

Casey and Shannon 

Interview with Casey

keep your bean, we're after the cup.

After the whole controversy with the idiot who made the Toronto Strong sign, some dumbass made shirts with "Toronto Stronger" ?! Sir, has your head been up your ass?! Do you not realize you just pissed off the wrong city?! No, seriously I'm confused. I'm not even going to get into how rude and insensitive that is.  I'm sure you'll soon realize what a dick you are for doing that.  

You are about as creative as a wet noodle.  Could you not think of something original to say about your own city? Terrible.  Two things pop in my head when I think of Chicago: Oprah and wind.
And Chicago stronger? C'mon. You have a huge structure of a bean- we have Paul F'in Revere.

Keep your bean, we're after the cup.

honorary degrees? I didn't even get Cs

I. am. confused. Why do I keep hearing about celebs getting honorary degrees? From schools they didn't even attend? They are the ones who can afford these fancy schools but they are getting a degree for free and for no work? What the what?!

As always Oprah had to do it up big. She got honorary degrees from Howard University, Duke and Harvard.  And not for nothing but her Harvard degree is a Doctor of Laws degree. What?!

Kermit the frog even has an honorary degree.  He's not even real.  He's a goddamn puppet.  He has a hand up his ass and he got a degree.  It's true.  Bing it.  Google it.

I went to UMass Lowell, and all I got was a bad kidney and a shit load of debt.

a teen mom + a dr + a sex tape = pure entertainment

Seriously want some entertainment? youtube farrah abraham on Dr. Phil. She hired a professional porn star and had sex on tape but says its not a porn, or sex tape. Dr phil says, "well this is a sex tape, right?" to which she responds:
"I don't even look at it like that. It's my own personal thing. I like don't say trashy things like sex tape or porno, like, not in my world. sorry. no"
so its trashier to SAY things like "sex tape" and "porn" then actually doing them?!

you hired a porn star.
you had sex on tape.
you shopped it around.
its a pornographic sex tape. You are a moron, and i hope you didn't have your horrible crying face in it- you look like what i would imagine some kind of mule getting a colonoscopy would look like.

Boston Firefighters: you make our city proud.

After being on the Boston Fire Department since 1980 my dads retirement party @ Florian Hall is tonight. I couldn't be prouder of my father. Being a firefighters kid, you learn to block out what your dad does when he goes to work so you're not afraid. You knew its not the typical 9-5 job that most of your friends dads have, its way cooler. You know you'll always have the cool stuff to bring in for show & tell like the boots or jacket. You get to ride around the block on the fire truck at the christmas parties with the siren on and it's so fun. [except the one time I was the xmas elf and froze my bum off riding on the truck with Santa]. You knew when you got in trouble to check his work calendar to see if his group is on, and if they were you get a few days without punishment till he gets home. Unless of course you are in deep shit and your mom makes you call the firehouse & tell him what you did- THEN you know you were gonna get it. The five us of have worn hats, t shirts, sweatshirts, pins- anything and everything BFD. The sense of pride in the way we get to brag that our dad is a Boston firefighter is unexplainable. There's no greater feeling that pointing out your dad and saying.."see that firefighter there? that badass is my dad!"
Firechief- we are so proud of you...and it's okay you still think LOL means lots of love b/c thats what the other guys at the firehouse said. We can't wait to celebrate tonight.

Your stickers are stupid.

So here I am, writing my first ever blog entry. eeeeek.

My sister got me this, my very own website- how cool is that?! Let's just hope I at least get a few readers, even one besides just my parents.  If my dad had his way I'd do comedy open mic nights, and if my mom had her way I'd stop dropping my laundry at her house to do or I'd at least pay the 35 cents her mom used to charge to iron. Hi Mom. Hi Dad.

Okay so here's what. I do not understand those sticker families people put on their cars. I really really  don't get it. It is so tacky and frankly stupid. I cannot imagine spending actual money on such a silly thing. It's almost as practical as paying real money to buy crops for your farm on facebook. Stupid.

Maybe I am just too much of a young, vibrant, cool, adorable, anti minivan driving woman to understand why on earth people do this.  I forced myself to try and get it and think of reasons people may do this. This is what I  got:

-you just want people to know you have kids to get ready in the morning so when you are looking rough, people can see you had to get all those little things ready and didn't have much time for yourself.

-you just want people to know you have kids! and a husband! and they like sports! and you have pets! 

-your sticker books is full. The windows of a car provide plenty of room to collect what you'd like.

That's all i got. Then I thought, why would men have them on their cars?  I assume the wife got them and made sure they went on. 

Reasons for that:

-to make it known that he is married and has kids and keep away? yes, good idea because that bratty kid screaming with snots running all over his face climbing out of your husbands truck is such a turn on.                                                                                  

-in the event the kids aren't with him, the stickers will definitely ward off any other woman, and if the kid stickers aren't enough the pets are on there. I'd imagine the conversation would go like this:

"Girl, I would totally hit on him, he has kids and whatever but he has a fish- a fish! I can't, i..I  just can't."

[A little side note about the fish sticker. Let's be real. That fish takes one damn ride. Home. Their next ride is down the crapper. Smart, you just wasted $4.75. For another $4.75 you can replace it with a sticker of a dead fish upside down. That's not a joke. That really is an option.]

-to let it known that they do, in fact, have their husbands balls in their handbag on the front seat of their mini van which is also detailed with family stickers.

If you read this, have those stickers and are offended, just know I too am offended. It takes everything in me not to rearrange those stickers into something obscene.