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Friday, 08 May 2009

  • getting older

    Well low and behold we're getting older. Hmmm..wonder when some people will figure that out or learn how to accept it.

    When the first 20 years of your life pass you by, what do people think...?...another 20 isn't going to come along....?

    Sure, I didn't, I'll admit it, but that was when I was back in high school. I really didn't understand it, was never made to think about it. Now that I'm in my 40s I know though that another 40 years will pass...that being said that no car accident or medical problem arrives which cuts it short.

    I have no problems with getting a hearing aid or a wheelchair or fake teeth. If those things come about in life then so be it..It's been going on for generations and it isn't like it's going to stop and not happen just for me.

    The wrinkles are here. I'm becoming a good wrinkle factory here..lol...but I do like the saying "I've earned every one of them" and I'm not going to be all in a state of clamity over it. Here I am, I'll age according to my health, DNA, genes, what the family history passes to me, what my genetic make up gives me and that's just the way it is. 

    It seems like a useless amount of energy to spend worrying about it and pretending it isn't happening or lieing about it.  Sure I use creams on my face for the 40s now, seems like common sense to do so really. My skin is very dry, always has been, so actually the heavier creams are really nice for me as it eases the feeling of dryness...some what anyways.  If it helps with some wrinkles here and there then that's cool..but really I don't see as they have.  Then again I can't afford the big name face creams...would it help if I paid $100 for a bottle of face cream instead of $20...I'm not sure, maybe, I kinda doubt it...but then again, it doesn't really matter. Life is the way it is and if I can't afford expensive creams, then it's a part of life how it is.

    The only thing I fear, or dislike about the thought of growing older is the lack of movement.  I can feel how my body isn't as flexible as it use to be. It's harder to navigate around or over things. I sure can't just run along and leap over something like I could at 13 or 16 or even 20....like doing high jump in public school.

    I did go on the Zipper at the carnival with my daughter and I still enjoyed it. Had a bit of a headache so I didn't enjoy it as much as I could have, but I wouldn't have missed it.

    The stiffness in the joints does suck.  Sore back, getting out of bed in the morning is like lifting a bale of hay onto a wagon--which I did when I was young, but sure wouldn't want to try it now. I'd end up in traction...lol...

    It's such a shallow world though, full of a lot of people who want to copy how the stars look...even though we all know they sit with a hair dresser and make up artist for hours, and then that hair dresser and make up artist follows them around, doing touch ups constantly with every move they make...like on a movie. There she is, the main character, going through the dessert, riding a camel, falling down a hill...but she looks good while doing it...lol..We all know how we'd look if it was real life and just one of  us....(I'd be in traction, again)

    I was born in 1966, my boyfriend was born in 1959, my daughters, 1990and 1995, my brother in 1961...and on and on...come and go...born, grow, old, pass away..since the beginning of time.  I'm not going to spend the years I have left worrying about what this world thinks I should look like, or that so and so looks better, or that I look better then the other person, or the other person looks better then me. ...because if someone is going to spend their time doing that, then they have a few screws loose...and in the end, that person who is doing all that judging will end up the same place as me and all the others....and you know, it really didn't mean a thing now did it....!

Friday, 24 April 2009

  • school

    I wanted to upload a video of my daughter in her school play but the video and picks are on the other computer, so I'll have to wait to do that.

    I never even knew such stuff went on in my school. I was too shy to even think of getting involved. I do remember doing make up one year for the school play. I can't remember how that came about. I only remember being there one night, though I must have been there more. I remember looking at the stage while the play was going on...I didn't really have an understanding though. I thought 'wow, look at them up there. How did they get involved in being up there on the stage' I didn't even realize school plays were going on. Not that I remember.

    I suppose it comes with growing up in the country. It always came from being shy and so self conscious and unsure of myself. I never did have self esteem or self confidence.  I still stay away from crowds and people.

    I didn't even go to my grade 8 grad. I remember mom asking me if I wanted to go but the thought terrified me. I'd have to go up on stage.  I found out, when I went back to school that I had won the art award. I was really glad I hadn't went then. I would have had to walk up on the stage twice. The teacher said that it wasn't because I could draw....which I can't...but for my imagination.  I was given the award infront of my class after grad. I was really embarressed. I just felt awkward and stupid...still do..lol...

    It's not a big deal that I never joined a sports team or knew about the yearbook committe. I never got a yearbook as we couldn't afford it. I do wish I had one now...but nothing I can do about it.  I've always wished I could have my yearbooks from high school. It breaks my heart that I don't have those keepsakes now. 

    I was way too nervous. It's like me trying to go to the mall now or socialize with people now. It's just too hard on my nerves. That's why I love the internet.  Though I feel like Shaylaina is getting too well known and all over the place, as I've joined many sites. I've actually started to use another name now for any new sites I join.

Thursday, 09 April 2009

  • Modern Times: The mane debate
    Is the fear of short hair really a fear of women with power? Given the times, we're about to find out
    By Katrina Onstad
    Comments (7)
    Last November, Winona Ryder showed up at the red-carpet premiere for the movie Milk self-referentially sporting the tousled early-’90s pixie hairstyle once known as “the Winona Ryder.” Thus followed a slew of style reporters making the official declaration, with the certainty of an army of Wiarton Willies, that short hair is back: Winona goes gamine again; Posh is cropped to new non-lengths; Rihanna swings her little acorn-cap triangle. As every journalist will tell you, three is a trend.

    And yet, around the same time, short-hair anxiety began elbowing aside the fashion Nostradamuses. In The Guardian, a man wrote a much-blogged-about letter to an advice columnist asking, “Is it true that a woman with a short hairstyle is subconsciously indicating that she does not want sex? My wife had a drastic haircut four days before our wedding, and our sex life was a damp squib from the start.” If I were the Dear Abby in question, I would have answered with something like, “Dear Morony Moronison: Possibly, your wife may not want to have sex with someone who would ask as asinine a question as this, or use the phrase ‘damp squib.’’ The columnist was a little more delicate, but responded with the assertion that “reducing one’s attractiveness in a spouse’s eyes may well signal some desire to push them away.”

    In other words, short hair is inherently unattractive, a sentiment echoed by a sex therapist named Aline Zoldbrod in the New York Daily News a few weeks later in a piece entitled “Edgy pixie haircuts are back, but do they kill your attraction?”

    “If you cut your hair you might be making a statement that says, ‘I don’t want to be seen as a sex object,’ ” she told the reporter. Somehow, I can’t imagine any woman brushing her long hair in the morning and saying to herself, “Gee, I hope that today I get groped in an elevator, a guy at work will Twitter something pornographic about me and my character and ideas will run second to my hotness. Come on, long hair – let’s go be a sex object!”

    It’s hardly news that hair is another battlefield in the gender wars. Women going short is often read as a rejection of conventional femininity, a rebellion against the long, blond, impossible Barbie-doll ideal (which may be why so many little girls, staring down the barrel of adolescence, take the nail scissors to Barbie’s head).

     

     

    ChristinaS


    great article

    Long hair is certainly ingrained as a security blanket and short hair is seen as a risk, possibly as it's more challenging to look and feel feminine due to the ingrained culture from when we were young of "boys have short hair, girls have long hair". I've often thought that women with really beautiful faces like Halle Berry look best with short hair, as the face is shown off. I tried short hair one time but my significant other at that time preferred it long.


    Posted Mon. 2 Feb., 2009 @ 1:26:30 PM

    ElleBee


    The long and short of it
    When I was in my early 30's I had the misfortune of going to a male stylist who pegged me as too old for shoulder length hair and cut it into an unattractive, boxy thing that made me fade into the woodwork. Now more than a decade later I have longer, healthy hair that falls below my shoulders, mostly because it's easier to tie it up in a ponytail to tuck under my motorcycle helmet but also because it just makes me feel sexier and more youthful. If I thought for a second that it made me look like I was trying too hard to recapture my youth, I'd chop it off. But I'm not going to sacrifice the practicality of avoiding helmet head just because of someone else's ideal that short hair means power. Piffle!

    Posted Tue. 3 Feb., 2009 @ 5:54:58 AM

    Cari


    Nature's Adornment
    I think that combed-back short or tied-up long hair reflects a woman who is practical, with less time or money than a woman with stylish short or bouffant long hair. I keep my own hair cut evenly at shoulder length or longer so that I can fasten it up quickly to do a job, to cook, or simply to get through a hot flash.


    Posted Wed. 18 Feb., 2009 @ 8:33:06 AM

    Marlee D.


    Short for Life

    I read this article from the perspective of someone who has kept their hair short for nearly their entire life. While my life has not been particularily long (I am only seventeen), I can most definitely say that my hair length has affected who I have become. I never got a sense of empowerment or felt that I was better than others because I kept my hair cropped, but I definitely felt I was more free. I haven't had the safety blanket of my own hair since I was eight years old, leaving me with nothing to hide behind. I think that, in a way, being forced to stand out on my own has given me more confidence in my own abilities. I have nothing to hide behind. There's just me.


    Posted Sat. 21 Feb., 2009 @ 2:25:08 PM

    Trudy C


    Other reasons for Short Hair

    Hello Katrina,

    You missed one important reason many of us wear short hair, and that is that it is the best style for our face shape and hair type. I have a narrow face and straight hair. A longer cut draws out my face and makes it look even narrower. I would love to wear it longer, but unless I perm it, which I would rather not, short hair suits my face the best - makes me longer younger :). PS my husband actually prefers me in short hair. Trudy


    Posted Wed. 11 Mar., 2009 @ 4:26:50 PM

    Leslie


    For the love of short hair
    I would just like to say that as a woman who LOVES short hair, I find the ideas of some non-modern minded females and sexist males appalling. The first time I went short, I was fourteen, my mom had just passed of cancer and I chopped my hair(which was bum-length)to create wigs for the cancer society. On a dare a few months later I shaved my head with a bic razor and loved it so much I did it two more times before my father got really upset and prohibited me from doing it again. I am now 25 and have had my hair at all different lengths but the look I like best is short. I think that as a society we are brainwashed into thinking that women must have long hair. The ones that don't are either proclaimed lesbians or are said to be trying to equal men. I say 'humbug' to that. Long live gutsy women with the courage and the fashion-forwardness to go ahead and go short!!


    Posted Mon. 23 Mar., 2009 @ 1:34:35 PM

    Lady


    What do you think about this?

    I 'had' a b/f who said that if a woman cuts her hair then she can't sit and whine if her man fools around on her. During this conversation I said that if I can't handle the work my long hair takes, shoulders get bad, health gets worse, that I may have to cut my hair. He shook his head back and forth and said, "women always let themselves go and cut their hair when they get older and then they cry the blues because us men go out and have an affair"

    I said that love isn't based on the length of one's hair or their weight (as putting on weight with age had come up in this conversation too). He said that a woman should always look her best for her man. I said that a woman should always be loved for who she is no matter her hair length or weight. I said that when I'm at home I should be able to relax and if my hair and make up aren't done to perfection all the time it shouldn't make any difference. He persisted that that is why men have affairs and a woman should look her best for her man no matter what..

    Which brought me to child birth and new babies and up all night. He said, 'well, I can see right after she has a baby and is in the hospital, but no matter what she should be looking good as her husband likes"

    I was so livid with someone so shallow and...not even sure what word should be here for someone who could possibly think like this.

    Be yourself and be loved for yourself...whether you want to have long, medium or short hair. Life is short. Enjoy it and don't try to live up to what someone should or thinks they should be thinking about you.

     

     

Wednesday, 08 April 2009

  • The twisted language to go with twisted thoughts

    My mom once worked in a small general store in a small village.  When mom was older and the store closed she cleaned house for the owner, whose husband had passed away and the store had closed.

    Mom took me with her sometimes when she went to clean house for this lady who was now a nice senior.  One day, when mom and I were there, this elderly lady said, "I feel so gay today" 

    Mom later said to me, "I'm not going to try to explain to her what the word 'gay' has become in our modern day society.  If she feels happy, as the word once meant, who am I to try to explain to her at her age how the word has changed"

    A few months later this elderly lady had her house broken into and she was beaten and rob and died shortly after.  Thus she had learned the hard way how the world had changed.  Gone were the days when they didn't even lock doors because the little village they lived in was so peaceful.  I'm glad mom didn't explain to her how the modern language had changed.  I can only imagine what horrors this woman had went through when two guys beat her and robbed here and left her for dead.

    When I was growing up my mom often called our cats 'pussy'. It was an endearing word and actually rather a pretty word referring to the cats. We had a lovely pussy willow tree in our yard. I loved to cut some of the thin branches with their lovely white puff balls and we'd put them in a container in the house and sit it in the corner.  We would often add Cat Tails that we cut from along the ditches on our country home road.

    Now, in this "modern age"..that is suppose to be so much more intelligent and advance, I cannot call my cats the same cute, endearing term because of someone, some where, some how, has taken this simple word and twisted it into something a sick slang.  I would be so embarressed for us if my Grandma knew or the lady who died knew now what a once simple word means.

    A boyfriend I had once made every conversation impossible. I actually feel sorry for him now, and sickened. I hope he grew out of his immature, perverted ways.  A simple comment like, "Can you get the bag of corn out of the car?" would be turned into a big, goofy grin....I said the word 'bag'

    A simple thing like, "I left the box at moms" would, again become a stupid grin and a laugh and sometimes a rude comment because I used the word 'box'.

    I had a babysitting job for awhile because a friend of mine was taking skiing lessons and I babysat her son while she was gone. When I relayed this to him, and he had a friend beside him, he started to laugh and they grinned at each other and started to make the 'skiing motion' of moving their hands back and forth like they were hanging on poles and moving their hips in and out. 

    Does this strike you as a man you'd want to go through life with?  Does this strike you as a person you'd even want to know or have out around your friends and family?  Not for me anyways. I'd like someone with a mind that is a little more advanced.

    ....and I'd like to say that the parents of those girls on tv with their bodies and breast hanging out wanting us to phone those chat lines...their parents must be very proud of them.  I wonder if those types of girls had any good influences in their lives or a decent home.  I can't even imagine telling my mom "my daughter is on one of those 'girls gone wild' videos..Aren't you excited, she is on tv and on a video. She has made it so far in life"   I don't know these girls circumstances so I don't like to say too much. I wonder if when they are 30 and 40 if they'll regret it or if they'll brag about it to friends and display it on their shelf for their children to see.

    I am a facebook user. Through it I've been in contact with Aunts and Uncles and cousins that do live around me and I never see.  I enjoy sending a cousin I haven't seen in 4 or so years (the last time at grandma's funeral) a growing gift.  It's not much but I do enjoy it.  I also enjoy when one of my friends sends me a growing gift flower. I often pick out a growing gift according to what I know about the person, what they like to read and so on, if I have that information or knowledge about them. 

    Even on there though the applications I get sent make me feel sick inside.  There is now a 'block this application' button. Thank goodness.  I hope it sends a message to the person who tried to send me "would you like to do the quiz, 'how orgasmic are you'...or 'how good are you in bed' .....and lets the person know I hit BLOCK.  One man was sending me so many invites to rude applications like this that I finally deleted him off my friend's list.  When I have the time I go and check out the person's profile before adding them as a friend. If it's a man and he his friend's list is filled with women who are half dressed I ignore his friendship request.

    If not liking the way the modern word uses crude slang terms and if blocking rude applications on facebook makes me a modern day prude...then so be it, I can live with that.  What I do in intimate times is my business and my privates are mine, not to be shared with the world....that is why they call them 'privates'..or once did.  If any person isn't going to like me because I don't have it all hanging out, that's fine with me.

    I don't often put full length pictures of myself on web sites. I just do head shots because there are so many perverts out there. I can't stand the thought of some man looking me up and down and judging me according to his twisted, sick thoughts.  So, sure enough I had one man write me and say 'how big are your tits hun"....instant delete. He wasn't on my friends, must have just found me in a search and that wasn't on facebook.   It just backed up my reason for not putting basically any pictures in accept head/face pictures.  Sometimes I have a nice picture of my kids and I...it's hard to keep them all head pictures only.

    I've met a few men that I've felt like saying 'get over it. Women have had the same parts since Adam and Eve. Your mother, your grandmother, your neices, your daughters, your grandchildren and so on have all had the same body parts...and you weren't the one to invent sex, it's been going on since time began."  I truly don't believe some of them can see that or come to the understanding of it.

    One man I knew couldn't face the fact that his daughter would one day have sex. He didn't want to think about it and said that if he could stop it he would and there was no way he'd ever be able to face it....as he shook his head back and forth trying not to think of it or accept it.  But yet he watched porn and had a twisted mind.  I said that it is only right and fair that she grows up and enters into a loving relationship and enjoys that love in all ways, including being intimate in her relationship/marriage.  Nope, he wouldn't accept that. I told him that his daughter will have a unhealthy way of looking at it if he had that attitude. I found it hard to believe that he could be so free about sex and jokes and stuff...doesn't he realize that who ever he had sex with is someone's daughter, someone's neice, someone's grandchild....

     

    just some thoughts

Monday, 30 March 2009

  • Are you or anyone you know "stuck in the past"?

    I'm not...the past is the past and there is too much going on right now and in the future to worry about it. Learn from it and move on. Some of the memories are nice and sure when I think about things, like my pets growing up or sitting down at the creek by myself as a child...I miss it. I can never go back the house I grew up in because other people live there now. I can't go back to my Grandma's house I spent almost every weekend at, and a lot of time in the summers...She is gone now, the house renovated and sold.  Sure it's a bitter sweet memory...but one can't stay stuck there.
    I know some people that still dress like the 80s....I can't stand that. We aren't 16 anymore and it's not 1885...but one lady said to me "I'm a 80s child"....The pants were horrible...lol..leave them behind woman!...lol..

    I'm not stuck in 80s music like a lot of people I know. Sure there is some songs from the 80s I like, there are songs from the 50s and 60s and 70s I like, but I like to keep up to date with what is out there. I like listening to what is NOW, what we are living in now, what groups are now. Some people I know listen to nothing but the 1980s and have no clue as to who the Pussycat Dolls are or Akon...and others.  I want to know what is happening now, as life is short and I want to move with the times as much as I can. I love digital cameras. I next to never use my old 35mm, though it is nice now and then, but I swap pictures on the computer now and make online photo albums and burn them to disk. No more 100s of photos albums around the house taking up space.  I keep them also on memory sticks..and I can take them to other's homes and stick it in their computer to bring them up.  My mom will put them on her computer and send them to Walmart if she wants a hard copy.

    There is too much going on to stay in the past.  My dad was an abusive alcoholic...should I continuously let it bother me. I'm 42, I can't be bothered.  It's done, he is gone a long time ago now...over.

    But sharing old times with family and looking at old photos is nice too
       

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