Archive for October, 2007

A naughty skeleton…

HAPPY HALLOWEEN, FOLKS.

It looks like by the end of the day I will have popped my 10,000 hit cherry. To celebrate both the Halloween spirit and my five-digit deflowering, here’s a skeleton with something to show you. Enjoy the festivities!

Day 30: Spit it out if it ain’t great

I was going to write this as Day 29 but I looked at the time and realized it’s technically Day 30. Day friggin’ 30! Almost a month of this countdown. I’ve decided that come November I will be starting another page. It will have to be a creation of sheer motivation being that November is the beginning of cornbread stuffing.

Day 28 I spent much of my day walking the lake by my apartment. I was in search of an event for Dia de Los Muertos. I’ll have pictures posted soon so you can see my justification for not officially hitting the gym. And alas Day 29 can only give more excuses of deadline and working on my new blog. In addition, come Day 31 I will be getting into Halloween mischief. Later today is about my only shot until Thursday, Day 32. though I’m really behind on reading everyone’s blogs.

I’ve been eating fairly healthy — chicken breast, salads, soups but…*sighs* I did have Halloween treats last weekend. Two rice crispy treats and two chocolate chip cookies….FOR SHAME! The hostess of the party that night gave me a doggie bag of treats which I threw out yesterday. I decided if the goodies aren’t stellar, they aren’t worth my calories. Seems obvious enough but you know damn well we all still nibble foods we are indifferent about which is super counter productive.

Well, checking the scale again it seemed I lost two more pounds…but I’m not getting excited. Water retention is my worst enemy…

Halloween and all that jazz…

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So here I am as Velma Kelly from Chicago. Not really sure if I pulled it off but it was cheap — and the costume didn’t cost much either. Haha. As for the bottle of SoCo. Nope, that’s not apple juice as many people at the “party” I was at asked me. That’s me partaking in the good stuff straight from the bottle. Have to stay in character.

My friend Micheal went as Micheal Vick — he wore the jersey and attached a stuffed dog to his leg. Hilarious. As for the festivities, not an earth-shattering night but the conversation was interesting — discussing everything from does it mean you are gay if you spent 10 years in prison and slept with a man to the luxury game of cricket. I’m hoping Halloween night will have some mischief for me to get into.

 

Did someone say Britney with vag?

So I still don’t know what I’m going to dress as this year for Halloween, but my assistant said I should go as Britney Spears with a fake vagina stuck on the outside of my clothes. Not sure about that one, but starting late early morning I will be seeking out bits and pieces of what’s left of costumes at the local supercenter and get creative. Hence I will be neglecting this blog and the reading of others for the sake of weekend festivities. Unless something so crazy happens I can’t help but feed my up-to-the-minute blog addiction. If you are partaking in the revelry, be safe and take off the mask before you drop your pants in a strange place…

WTF?!

And I know that this LOL feed doesn’t match the title…I just like this cat’s reaction better!

Day 25: Not ready for the before and after shot

I’ve been thinking about how I “forgot” to shoot a BEFORE photo. Sure the one I have on my countdown page was supposed to suffice but the helmet, fishnets, knee pads and skates are distracting. Then I thought am I even ready for the BEFORE photo…?

Thing is I’m usually the one behind the camera and I’m really picky about who takes my photo. I always hate it. The other problem is that I’ve lost inches, so the BEFORE photo wouldn’t be accurate. Maybe it should be an AFTER THE MISSING BEFORE PHOTO photo.  However my inches lost are probably not even significant enough to be detected…And did I mention I’m a photographer without a tripod?

Anyway, I haven’t worked out since Day 21 but I’ve managed to lose a whopping two pounds and like I said, a (very) few inches. I blame stress, fluctuating water weight and general malaise for the extremely minor accomplishment. I have until January 27 to get this right. I’ll settle for my old fighting weight — pre-college graduation. I will be heading to the gym tonight after this post…even though this day ended pretty much with a work-related phone call that lasted two hours during dinner.

I can say that I’ve not had a single Sonic slush or burger in two weeks. I’ve been immersed in salads, stews,  and protein. I’ve limited severe indulges to one or twice a week — i.e. Tuaca Lemondrop Martinis and the like. But I’ve let Hefeweizen, organic flatbread and pasta slip in. I’m starting to think the triple threat holiday season is about the silliest time to get hot.

And for now, here is my best BEFORE:

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Photo by Hal Samples. It was taken last month. And yes. I know. Not really a full-length photo…

Are bars and brothels the same?

Sure both pretty much accomplish the same thing. Both indulge urges. Give the good-feelin’ dopamine. Can get a little messy. More importantly they give folks jobs. And like it or not there are some areas of the world where people have to make it working in these two establishments as oppose to the alternative. Read an interesting take on prostitution over at the anit-socialist’s blog.

I happen to believe that legalizing prostitution here in more places than Nevada may be controversial, but it happens anyway. People crave “the bad things” so why not just tax it or something and we all benefit because it isn’t going away. But, I’m not going to write about morality here because in the end that isn’t why I’ve written this post. I just want to get people’s opinion on the recent situation in a little place called El Alto, Bolivia. Did anyone read about the extreme protesting by prostitutes trying to get bars and brothels reopened by sewing their lips together? Read up, but here is a snippet.

“We are fighting for the right to work and for our families’ survival,” Lily Cortez, leader of the El Alto Association of Nighttime Workers, told local television. “Tomorrow we will bury ourselves alive if we are not immediately heard. The mayor will have his conscience to answer to if there are any grave consequences, such as the death of my comrades.”

People affected by the closing of bars are also protesting, but not to that extent. More like the traditional fasting and shouting. Prositiution is legal in Bolivia, but not pimping. I know that the brothels must offer a “safer” location for a hooker’s occupation, so is that the reason why they can’t just technically just stand on a street corner to get a john? Please someone educate me if that’s not possible in Bolivia. Same can’t be said about a bar. And bars affect so many other jobs. Gee, with hooking the only other jobs affects are — wait, that was too easy.

Anyway, I just want some of you passionate bloggers to give your comment on this. Is life without bars the same as life without hooker havens?

He didn’t have a chance, but he looks good…

 The before and after shaking your booty for over a month…

 

 

 

 

 

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This will be my last Dancing with the Stars post. I’m not a fan of having a blog that tracks shows and crap. I refuse — but will retract my refusal if something like a dancer passes out again or kills someone.
I’m writing this because our own (Dallas’ demigod) Mark Cuban has been booted off. No real surprise. Those facial expressions were just bananas and so many people didn’t like that he didn’t dance seriously. But what good old Cuban did do was have fun and shed about 30 or more pounds. Just look at the BEFORE picture to the left.

Anyway, he lasted longer than most bets probably surmised. He’ll be alright as you all must surely need to know. He’ll comfort himself with his special pillows filled with the good green dough and distract himself focusing on those new irons in the fire with all that mixed martial arts stuff. All I know is that the Cowboys better win, the Mavs and the Rangers to make up for this Dallas disappointment. I shed a tear…

We’ll always have Emmitt.

Marie Osmond just bit it!

Don’t waste away, Marie!Holy crap! I have to admit to not only watching Dancing with the Stars (go Mark!) but that I had to blog that she just passed the bleep out on live television!  I know she just said that she sometimes passes out when she gets winded, but do any of you baby boomers remember this lady passing out doing duets with her brother, Donny? She laughed it off and had a great sense of humor, but I’m convinced the pressure of being in those outfits and competing with those other skinny you-know-whats is bound to be horrendous! I hate reaching a nice little low of the content equivalent of the overused “OMG!” but Marie is starting to waste away. All of the “stars” drop weight quickly with all that dancing though. But still. Get the girl a samitch!

*as if i could really talk*

Oh. Forgot to add that’s she’s fine, but I’m making stew right now that I will be more than happy to share with her.

Day 19-21: The devil drinks Tuaca

Words of wisdom…Day 19 brought a premiere party for some indie movie about bullets and drugs? I dunno, I fell asleep on the advanced copy when my friend played it last month. Needless to say, there was no countdown activity that day. I think it had something to do with Tuaca Lemon Drop Martinis.

Day 20: At least I was super active. I started the day at a farmer’s market, then off to a fall festival where my company had a booth (without a tent so of course me and my coworker were a bit angered because of the sun), a bit part in a silly dinner theatre fundraiser and capped the night off visiting with a soap star. Really! I live a strange life sometimes. And it seems like the more I do things, the more people expect of me on a daily basis which can be a combination of challenging, flattering and annoying. Plus it all comes with the fact that I had no time for myself when I got home. So me and the PRECOR didn’t bond on Day 20.

But Day 21, I got in there. I will admit to not staying 40 minutes as my virtual trainers Stiletto and The Anti-socialist have recommended. Instead I stayed 30. But I was just happy I was there finally and sweating, breathing hard and slightly sore.

Uh oh. I’m shaping young minds!

Yesterday was very serial. So much so that I forwent writing about the city council here or Ellen’s stupid crying about a dog (topics I planned to write about today.) I woke up this morning still thinking about it so I decided to write.

I was asked to speak to a high school in the community I cover. I always get nervous when I’m asked to do these things. Because today’s teens are definitely not yesterday’s teens — they know so much more and don’t tolerate the same things we used to. I also get a little nervous because being that I’m still fumbling along in this industry, even though in a much better role now, so I just can’t help wondering how in the world am I supposed to shape young minds about journalism when I’m still trucking along myself. I’m not a shy person as I’m sure you have guessed but knowing these two things when I’m in front of a classroom gives me the shakes.

Also they had to take notes. So the moment I started talking — I stopped. Then laughed that they had to take notes. Good start so far. Everyone laughed right along. I told of my triumphs and many tribulations — as I believe the teacher had wanted me to. I even revealed that I was a cocktail waitress for a time while freelancing. I gave them the goods. And man the questions they asked! Even the teacher. I tap-danced through some of them because they were along the lines of “what will happen to journalism’s integrity.” Hum…I wanted to have our official bigwig next to me for some of those questions, but I managed and heads nodded and notes were written. As I gave many of my answers I kept thinking, “Is that me saying this?” because they weren’t exactly bad or ridiculously misguided. I think I did alright and a lot of the girls said they liked my outfit, which was the most important thing for me to get right before walking in the room. You know how teen girls can be about fashion!

It just didn’t seem that long ago that I was in their place, sitting there listening to a guest speaker. Very serial and it struck a cord in my heart because I envied them so much. Just to be in that school desk, knowing what I know now would be a gift. I even told them so. I warned them of everything in this industry and the plus of the whole “high” of it. I warned them to take all the classes I didn’t — video editing, page building. I pushed them on internships and the importance of knowing what you have a passion for over the money it can bring. And they seemed entertained and hopefully left with their heads no longer in clouds about how quickly they will be in a significant role in their future careers.

Once upon a very long time ago, I wanted to be a teacher. But as things pushed along (a broken engagement and some hard-knock lessons learned) I wandered down to the basement of my college and filled out the application to be a reporter for the school paper. Addicted ever since except the small moments in which I’m in a classroom. This will sound very sappy so I warn you, but somehow being in that room with bright, eager faces ready to learn, I wonder what I may have missed not being teacher and what kind of one I would have been.