Here we are on International Women's Day and a 74 year old Baba in Saudi Arabia has been sentenced to 40 lashes for fraternizing with unrelated males. During my visit to the Republic of Turkey last summer, much debate was held over the still instituted honor killings and the imminent stoning of a gang rape victim in Iran.
You've come a long way, baby.
Seriously. Even here in the United States, we have "slut bashing" and often blame the rape victim. Is she a good girl or a bad girl?
Don't know about you, but I've had enough.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
A new attitude..
yep..that's what I've got..I went over to the new Westside crib this morning, under the assumption that I was meeting the electricians. However, due to yesterday's storm, they had to shuffle me over to tomorrow. I'm not going to bitch. There are too many poor souls without power to complain. Still waiting to hear back from the plumbing company about converting/repairing my hot water heater to electric. Call me crazy, but I'm not all that cool with having a natural gas open flame in the crawl space of a 90 year old cottage.
I just re-colored my hair tonight. I went from an ash brunette to an espresso/cinnamon redhead. I spent some time and blew it out. I feel incredibly hot with my new hair. We'll see...I am currently reliving my college years by listening to Dreams So Real and Aztec Camera...I'm so post-modern..
Waiting on a delivery of Jamaican jerk wings. I'm hungry and they will be delicious.
Madlove,
H
I just re-colored my hair tonight. I went from an ash brunette to an espresso/cinnamon redhead. I spent some time and blew it out. I feel incredibly hot with my new hair. We'll see...I am currently reliving my college years by listening to Dreams So Real and Aztec Camera...I'm so post-modern..
Waiting on a delivery of Jamaican jerk wings. I'm hungry and they will be delicious.
Madlove,
H
Monday, March 2, 2009
West side, here I come!
Well, I finally closed on Friday, after all the stalling and renegotiating. It's mine, all mine. Crappy roof, faulty wiring, absent hot water heater and all. I have no idea what I'm doing. Just trying to get the electricity switched over to my name is a current hassle. I'm meeting the electrician tomorrow morning so I can find out how much MORE broke I'm going to be. But I keep fantasizing about how when it snows next year, I'll be sitting in my own terra cotta tiled kitchen watching the flakes fall from the window over the nice, new double sink.
I'm trying really hard to not get overwhelmed with the entire house and look at it as one project at a time. I keep telling myself that there are only 3 major projects that need to be accomplished to make the house livable. I can do this.
On the dating front, I've pretty much decided that I just don't have time. Between opening yet another new show and the house, I'll be lucky if I have time just for a drink with my grrlfriends. Besides, I'm raising the bar. I'm sure that when things are right with me, I'll attract the right people. No more losers. No more cads. No more "I just don't know what I'm doing with my life right now" guys.
Speaking of self-esteem issues, I was watching Rock of Love, the bus tour tonight. OMG! These poor ladies think NOTHING of themselves. Why would you allow an aging, poseur rocker-type (note the non-use of the term rock star) to tell you that you "have to be completely there for me" and in the next breath tell you "you have to understand my life. I'm always surrounded by beautiful women." What a douche canoe. And "challenges" that involve pole dancing? I have nothing against pole dancing, per se, but Mr. Micheals seems to want his women to be able to execute the perfect pole slide, but when it comes to light that a grrl is actually a stripper, he flips out, saying that she wasn't "honest" with him. Once again, ladies and gents, douche canoe. I would love to see the episode where all of gals turn on him. Unfortunately for them (and me, sadly) this will probably never happen. I could go from here to a rant about the modern media and ideas of beauty and female sexuality, but I will spare you the pain of my hairball.
That being said, it is now time for me to finish up my cocktail and climb between the covers.
I'm trying really hard to not get overwhelmed with the entire house and look at it as one project at a time. I keep telling myself that there are only 3 major projects that need to be accomplished to make the house livable. I can do this.
On the dating front, I've pretty much decided that I just don't have time. Between opening yet another new show and the house, I'll be lucky if I have time just for a drink with my grrlfriends. Besides, I'm raising the bar. I'm sure that when things are right with me, I'll attract the right people. No more losers. No more cads. No more "I just don't know what I'm doing with my life right now" guys.
Speaking of self-esteem issues, I was watching Rock of Love, the bus tour tonight. OMG! These poor ladies think NOTHING of themselves. Why would you allow an aging, poseur rocker-type (note the non-use of the term rock star) to tell you that you "have to be completely there for me" and in the next breath tell you "you have to understand my life. I'm always surrounded by beautiful women." What a douche canoe. And "challenges" that involve pole dancing? I have nothing against pole dancing, per se, but Mr. Micheals seems to want his women to be able to execute the perfect pole slide, but when it comes to light that a grrl is actually a stripper, he flips out, saying that she wasn't "honest" with him. Once again, ladies and gents, douche canoe. I would love to see the episode where all of gals turn on him. Unfortunately for them (and me, sadly) this will probably never happen. I could go from here to a rant about the modern media and ideas of beauty and female sexuality, but I will spare you the pain of my hairball.
That being said, it is now time for me to finish up my cocktail and climb between the covers.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I am a bad blog parent
Yep, once again I need the DEFACS of blogs called on me. I am a bad blog parent. I have not been tending to the care and feeding of Donutorama. However, I have been busy. Nothing I can do about it. So there! I really need to make a commitment to myself that I will conscientiously maintain said blog, if only as a good writing exercise. It's good to stretch your language muscles, boys and girls!
So, Jesus Christ Superstar Gospel is now out of my life. Does it make me a bad person to say that my life is a little better without Jesus? Yeah, I just RSVPed for my own personal room in hell. Gone! As in the good gone! As in, the millions of dollars worth of sound gear loads onto a 53 foot tractor trailer tomorrow at 10am. Yes, it was a good show, however, the unfortunate experiences outweighed the credibility of the show. I'm still wondering how much we spent on that production. I'm sure we didn't break even. It's a bad sign when your General Manager is selling artwork out of the lobby, so I'm just guessing that the numbers didn't add up. Now, I'm not expressing a correlation between the expenditures of the show and the selling of the artwork. I'm just saying that times are hard, and I'm gonna be really pissed if I get laid off because no one could keep Jesus under budget.
In better news, I'm FINALLY closing on my house on Friday! Yay, happy day! Those of you who know me know that I've been round and round with this house since October, and was really supposed to close in November. Such is the purchasing of foreclosed property. But it's all good. My lease isn't running out any time soon, so I don't have a hardcore deadline on when I have to vacate the basement squat. I do love it here, but it will be so satisfying to have a place of my own.
Okay, I know that was an incredibly uncreative blog post, but I have now fulfilled my duties as a blog owner. I'll try not to wait so long next time.
Until then, keep it between the ditches, y'all.
Holly
Update: I just broke up with my incredibly sweet landlady. I'm terminating my lease early, so I was afraid she'd be unhappy with me, but instead, she was thrilled for me. Maryann has been so good to me since the day I came here 3 years ago to look at the basement squat. I will really miss her. If anyone is looking for an adorable little apartment in the Highlands, give me a shout. I will certainly miss it. It was a great place to recover after all the trauma of getting unmarried 3 years ago. I'm sure these walls hold a lot of caring and warmth. Plus, you can walk to the Clermont.
So, Jesus Christ Superstar Gospel is now out of my life. Does it make me a bad person to say that my life is a little better without Jesus? Yeah, I just RSVPed for my own personal room in hell. Gone! As in the good gone! As in, the millions of dollars worth of sound gear loads onto a 53 foot tractor trailer tomorrow at 10am. Yes, it was a good show, however, the unfortunate experiences outweighed the credibility of the show. I'm still wondering how much we spent on that production. I'm sure we didn't break even. It's a bad sign when your General Manager is selling artwork out of the lobby, so I'm just guessing that the numbers didn't add up. Now, I'm not expressing a correlation between the expenditures of the show and the selling of the artwork. I'm just saying that times are hard, and I'm gonna be really pissed if I get laid off because no one could keep Jesus under budget.
In better news, I'm FINALLY closing on my house on Friday! Yay, happy day! Those of you who know me know that I've been round and round with this house since October, and was really supposed to close in November. Such is the purchasing of foreclosed property. But it's all good. My lease isn't running out any time soon, so I don't have a hardcore deadline on when I have to vacate the basement squat. I do love it here, but it will be so satisfying to have a place of my own.
Okay, I know that was an incredibly uncreative blog post, but I have now fulfilled my duties as a blog owner. I'll try not to wait so long next time.
Until then, keep it between the ditches, y'all.
Holly
Update: I just broke up with my incredibly sweet landlady. I'm terminating my lease early, so I was afraid she'd be unhappy with me, but instead, she was thrilled for me. Maryann has been so good to me since the day I came here 3 years ago to look at the basement squat. I will really miss her. If anyone is looking for an adorable little apartment in the Highlands, give me a shout. I will certainly miss it. It was a great place to recover after all the trauma of getting unmarried 3 years ago. I'm sure these walls hold a lot of caring and warmth. Plus, you can walk to the Clermont.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Any ideas..or maybe I'm just stupid..
..because occasionally I AM just stupid. I'm venturing into the world of twitter, and can't figure out how to post a link here. You can follow me on twitter under the user name sndgrrl. If anyone know how to find the link code, please let me know. I'm probably just drunk.
I know I should be grateful to have a job, but...
..I bet you didn't get puked on tonight at work...by an adult who knew better. Actually. it wasn't me who was the brunt of the gastric contents, but two actors who wear ALL WHITE costumes. They are not the ones I feel sorry for. It is the folks in the wardrobe department who have my condolences. They are currently in search of a 24 hour dry cleaner so that said costumes can be dry cleaned by tomorrow's 2.30pm performance. Also, just a note. It's never good to vomit on stage soft goods, either. Take your ass to the bathroom if you gotta puke. Please don't let your stomach contents ruin my day.
On another note, Simon the Apostle continues to grab my ass. I know that I'm not an expert on the acts of the apostles, but I'm fairly sure that smacking someone on the ass every time you see them is not a very Christian thing to do. Thank God (and Jesus!) this show closes next week. I've had enough.
On another note, Simon the Apostle continues to grab my ass. I know that I'm not an expert on the acts of the apostles, but I'm fairly sure that smacking someone on the ass every time you see them is not a very Christian thing to do. Thank God (and Jesus!) this show closes next week. I've had enough.
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