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| Tuesday, July 14th, 2009 | |
ericareid
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2:26p |
Slim Goodbody Was Just a Guy in a Creepy Unitard
http://ericareid.com/2009/07/slim_goodbody.html Today I am thinking about our bodies.
I've found myself lately slipping into the thinking lately that my body isn't good enough; that I am gaining so much weight and have all this cellulite that I used to not have. I'll be honest, I've have gained about 15 pounds in the last two years, and I really really hate that. My former dancer body is now completely gone, and it would take a lot of work to get it back to that shape.
But you know what? I was in that shape when I was a teenager and in my twenties. I am now a full grown woman in my 30s, and that is a beautiful thing. Would I want to go back to the time when I was in my early twenties? In some ways, sure, but overall, heck no.
It is rare to talk to an American woman who is happy with her body. We always have to feel guilty for not doing enough--not eating better, not working out more, "every dessert goes straight to our thighs"-- meanwhile juggling a family, career, stress and so much more. We love to make ourselves feel guilty, although doing so feels like crap. We have a hard time accepting and hearing complements, because we never think we are good enough. Well, I am going to try to start here and say You ARE good enough. You ARE beautiful.
I am happy with who I am, and I am only getting better with age. I am a beautiful lucious woman. I am real, and my clothing size has no say in my worth as a human. Eff you societal standards, eff you fashion and tabloid magazines, eff you greedy companies who try to pray to the insecurities of men and women throughout the country.
I'll reward my body with healthy eating and exercise, not because I have to to keep the cellulite away, but because I feel better when I do. I have more energy when I am active; things are easier. But I'm not going to beat myself up about it if I don't. Instead, I'll enjoy my time on this earth and be grateful that I have the ability to move freely and that I'm in good health.
The scars we carry, each wrinkle, and the few extra pounds we have tell stories of who we are and what we've gone through.
Everyone's life is a blessing. Whether you know it or not, your life is a gift to someone else. We are better off for knowing you. You have so much to offer, to give. You are enough. You are beautiful. You are an amazing human being who has lived through so much, overcome so many obstacles, brought joy to so many people. I am happy for and proud of who you are.
And it doesn't matter what you look like on the outside. |
nycmagenta
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7:28a |
D and I are going to the midnight showing of Harry Potter tonight. I am excited. I cant believe how much time has past since the last film came out. I saw the last movie with Nick and Scott at New Roc, and then we ate somewhere like Buffalo Wild Wings.That was when we were living in the Bronx. I sometimes forget I lived in the Bronx for a year.....so weird. I'm like a gypsy sometimes, constantly moving and never settling down. I used to love that, because I loved changing my surroundings. I find more and more now that I don't want to be like that anymore. The next time I move anywhere I want it to be permanent (well, relatively speaking of course). Maybe I just want to settle down, maybe I am getting old inside...who knows. I don't look old on the outside thats for sure. At least 3 times a week someone thinks I am around 20 years old or younger....I guess thats a plus. Turning 28 next month scares me a bit, but not as much as it would have scared me a year ago. Unlike last year I am sure of so many things, and I'm not scared of the future. In fact I welcome it and I will embrace it. Things were really different 2 years ago, but I don't mind change anymore. I think I will stop and get some Tasti-Dlite tonight before the movie....or maybe a Crumbs red velvet cupcake.....or maybe both and share them with my love because it will make me happy and that my friends is whats important. |
cartooning
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| Monday, July 13th, 2009 | |
fuzzyco
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11:57p |
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| Tuesday, July 14th, 2009 |
fatwetdog
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12:05a |
making stuff
Through a bizarre set of circumstances involving spoilage rates of food, I had to make a quiche tonight. It had bacon and Swiss and came off very nicely. The spoilage rates is not as bad as it sounds. I bought pie shells for pecan pie, but didn't make it. So I decided to make quiche. Then I got all the stuff for quiche, showed up to make it, and discovered the pie shells had gone bad. So now I had everything but the pie crust. So now I had to buy pie crust lest all the other stuff go bad, so I did that. (Nick is laughing at me because I always turn to cooking as a fun creative hobby whenever costuming becomes "work.") Things I want to make after August: A robe a la francaise A robe a l'anglaise A Russian-style classical tutu (Debating a non-pancake version. We'll see when the tutu-making books get here.) Some little 60s dresses to wear around for real life |
| Monday, July 13th, 2009 |
nycmagenta
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10:38p |
Oh No You Di'nt.....
Twitter had a contest for the new Harry Potter movie....who could come up with the best "Yo mama" style Snap jokes. Here are the honorable mentions in all their wizardly glory.... JanetVarney: Yo momma so fat the Sorting Hat put her in all four houses chris8675309: Your momma so fat, she looked in the mirror of Erised and saw a ham PeterVRules: Your momma’s so old she gave Nicholas Flamel his first handjob chris8675309: Yo mamma so nasty, the order of the phoenix was “stay away from that bitch” chris8675309: Yo mamma so stupid, she thinks Sirius Black is the soul station on satellite radio sarazafar: Yo mama so fat she tried to eat Cornelius Fudge dino_rider: Yo mama’s so ugly the Dementor’s Kiss was swapped out for a hearty handshake and a promise to give her a call sometime. reppocs: Yo momma so black, she’d probably get sorted in to Ravenclaw and would be a minor character at best bradheintz: Yo mama so nasty, Dobby wouldn’t take her sock Burnaway: Yo momma so skanky, even her patronus got knocked up chompychomp: Yo mama so stupid, she drowned in a pensieve Dick_M: yo momma so dumb she thought that she could talk to snakes if she put parsley on her tongue dtejano: Yo mama’s so masculine, she makes Dumbledore go, “DAAAYYYUMM!” habcous: yo mamma so nasty, every pair of her panties has the Dark Mark HakSolo: your mom is so fat if she confronted a boggart it would morph into a treadmill finnigan37: Your mama’s so nasty she got naked and turned @The_Real_Shaq into @The_Shrieking_Shack dantelfer: Yo mamma so fat, she has to enchant her panties into a portkey to get out of a chair dantelfer: Yo mamma’s cooch is so nasty it has its own house elf dirk_funk: Yo mama so fat it takes two boggarts to shape-shift into her Kingdaddy1773: Your family is so poor you have to bus in from Narnia every morning MarioEGarcia: yo mama so poor she went to Honeydukes and put a chocolate frog on layaway melgotserved: Yo momma’s so fat she got stuck in the Floo Network melgotserved: Yo momma’s so fat her wand is a Slim Jim MikeDrucker: Yo’ Momma so fat she joined the Death Eaters ’cause she was hungry MikeDrucker: After she’s done being skanky, yo’ momma hides her tramp stamp by saying “Mischief Managed” MsJG: Yo Momma’s so fugly that even Voldemort won’t speak her name nicofopolous: Yo Momma’s so muggles she gave my hog warts nthornton: Your momma’s ass is so saggy, she’s being sued for copyright infringement by Neville Longbottom paulscheer: Yo Mamma is so fat that even the Dementors can’t suck out her soul in one sitting phirm: Mama so nasty, everybody call her “She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Naked” phirm: Yo mama so fat you couldn’t find her pu**y with the Room of Requirement PinheadX: Yo mamma coochie so hairy it look like she ridin’ a Nimbus 2000 backwards TheonetrueCams: your mum’s P#$$y is like the Slytherin common room, it smells foul and its always full of snakes TheonetrueCams: Yo Mum is just like a Dementor, always looking for some “Serious” Black Taborifica: Yo momma so fat even her Quidditch robes have stretch marks randbot: yo mama so fat, when your parents have sex yo daddy gotta cast “accio vagina” |
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ericareid
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5:53p |
Help Me, Dear Readers!!
http://ericareid.com/2009/07/help_me_dear_readers.html Team Gerdes entered a contest at Apartments.com for Roommate of the Year in the "Purr-fect Pet" category. We dressed Parker up in some (though, not all) of her amazing costumes, and made a cheesy fun video of the two of us being dorks. The grand prize for the contest is what they are calling the "ultimate bailout package"--$22,000 (a year's rent, plus $10,000). If we won that, we would be completely out of debt--HECK YEAH! See our super special video here.
I AM NOW A FINALIST!!
So I need your help.
The next phase of the competition is voting-- the final say is 60% vote and 40% judges opinion. To vote, you have to create an account, but then you can vote once a day every day til August 2nd. Even if I don't win the grand prize, the second prize is $500, and they are awarding 4 second prizes-one for each category remaining after the winner is chosen. There are only 2 finalists for my category, so chances are good!!
So please help us out and vote! I appreciate it so much!
Thank you!
Special thanks to Ken Barnard, who told me about the contest. You rule, Ken!
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fuzzyco
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12:25p |
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ericareid
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3:42p |
Bikes and Pudding
http://ericareid.com/2009/07/bikes_and_pudding.html This weekend Fuzzy, Andrea, Jen, Dave, Shaun, Jin and I participated in the Late Ride, a 25 mile bike ride that starts at 1:30am and goes to sunrise all over downtown and the west and north side of Chicago. In the last couple of years, I've become someone who has to go to bed by about 10:30 or 11pm or I am practically useless, so I took a nap at 10pm on Saturday to get ready. Waking up was like waking the dead, but once Andrea came over and we left the house, I was pretty excited.
The Late Ride has about 10,000 cyclists all decked out in lights and decorated helmets, all meeting near Buckingham Fountain. Amazingly, among all those people, all wearing the same tshirt and helmets that make everyone look like Tron, we managed to meet up with all the folks we were riding with. AMAZING! Let me say that again--out of 10,000 people, we all found each other with relative ease. Pretty cool.
At 1:30am, the first wave was allowed to start. Some of the streets were closed off (much to the irritation of motorists on their way home and much to the delight of lots of drunkies who came out to cheer for us.) All the bikers were in solidarity--yeah--take that! We are on BIKES! We can take over the world!!
I hated it.
Well, ok, so I didn't really hate it. I was just scared shitless the whole time. I am not a very good bicycler. I don't have a lot of experience, I rarely bike commute to work, and I am not used to having thousands of other bikes wizz past me literally left and right. Having crashed my bike before, I was terrified of crashing here and being run over by thousands of other bikers or starting a chain reaction. That is how Jeremy broke his jaw, afterall. I was scared to take a hand off the handlebars to scratch my face, and I basically 'white-knuckled' it the whole way, and stared at the concrete below me instead of enjoying the lights of our beautiful city at night. For the first part, we kept up with our friends and were able to check in and see how everyone was doing, then I got scared and tired of biking so fast, so we hung back a bit and more took our time. Fuzzy was a champ, he kept checking in with me and telling me that I was doing a great job. It was sweet. After a while, my crappy knees started giving me trouble and the fact that I was hungry and it was 3am started getting to me, too. When we got to the rest area, we all met up again, and those of our group that live in Edgewater decided to peel off and just go home. After we separated from the pack and were on our dark and quiet streets, I really enjoyed the serenity and calm of biking in the middle of the night. Fuzzy says that we probably biked about 17 or 18 miles, and that is the most I've ever biked! Woo!
Looking back, it was a lot of fun. After a while, I won't remember the pain, though I currently am still feeling it. I won't feel the crippling fear that I felt then, or the grumpiness that I had that I was there. I compare it to the time we did the Chiditarod a few years ago--it was a great experience and I have amazing memories from it, but it is something I never want to do again.
Also, I am amazed at the amount of people that sit on their front porches in the middle of the night and smoke weed.
To recover on Sunday, I did a whole lot of nothing. Poor Fuzzy had rehearsals all day, but all I did was have a drink with a friend at the bar next to my house, take a bath, pet the cats. I washed a ton of dishes since our dishwasher is broken, and then did some cooking. Shannon is out of town for a week and a half, so I took her box of organic veggies that she gets every few weeks so that it doesn't all go to waste. I made a sort of chicken and dumplings stew that I love, with chicken, fennel, green onions, carrots, and garlic scapes. It was heavenly. If you've never made chicken (or veggies) and dumplings, it is super easy. Mix together a cup of sifted self rising flour with a 1/2 tsp of salt, and add to that a mix of a 1/2 cup milk and 2 tbsp vegetable oil. Stir until moistened, and then drop by the tablespoon into the boiling broth of your choice and cover, not lifting the lid for about 15 or more minutes (that is important). Delish!
At the rest area in the late ride, they gave out packs of rice pudding. I have a problem with Midwestern rice pudding. It is basically vanilla pudding with a few pieces of rice in it. Barftastic. So I set out on a mission to make rice pudding like my dad used to make--basically a thick, sweet cinnamonny rice. He used to call it Jethro Tull rice pudding, because it was "Thick as a Brick." After I got over being sad and angry that I can't just call him to ask him how he makes it, I scanned the web a bit and then went to my tried and true favorite cookbook--the old Highland Baptist Church cookbook. I went with a recipe by a family friend and the wife of our former pastor. It turned out ok, but not perfect--definitely not Dad's, but with a little tweaking, I can get there. After a weekend like we had and an amazing meal and mojitos, I, as my Mom says, "slept the sleep of angels."
Life is good. |
writergirl77
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12:19p |
yeah if you give a little love, you can get a little love of your own, don't break his heart
This last week and especially this past weekend were filled with romantic drama, because what other kind of drama is there in my life? I had dates with two different friends/acquaintances. (Maybe they were just get-to-know-one-another-better friend-dates? It was never clearly defined, so I’m not sure). Fun, interesting, but it’s sort of weird to go out with someone you already know and maybe toe that line a little. I think I am better off sticking with complete strangers that I meet on the internet. Or perhaps not. Friday night I was supposed to go to the Irish Heritage Fest and see The Tossers, but instead ended walking along the lake downtown and having an excruciatingly awkward conversation with a guy I had been seeing for 6 weeks. It ended when I was basically pushed into breaking up with him because I wasn’t ready to be exclusive – I then spent the evening and the next two days coming to understand why I wasn’t ready to be exclusive with this person. I was very sad about the whole thing – still am – and consumed a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Cookie Dough ice cream to feel better. This appears to be my way of coping - eating a pint of ice cream. Fortunately for my waistline this seems to only occur on the first night when I’m feeling like crap…after that it’s back to normal eating patterns. New prospects starting to fill up a queue, just in time for my not having time for anything. I have a pitch meeting for WNEP this week, a geek-fest of a Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince viewing with some friends, another friend in town, then Pitchfork this coming weekend. By the way, if anyone out there is going to Pitchfork, let’s hang out. And if anyone out there wants to go to Pitchfork, get in touch – I have an extra ticket for both Saturday and Sunday that I am willing to sell for face value. Current Mood:  okayCurrent Music: “Give a Little Love” by Noah and the Whale |
nycmagenta
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8:22a |
Sometimes all you need to do is go shopping. Thats how I feel anyway. No matter how I am feeling all I need to do is shop a little bit of find something really amazing to buy and presto!, instant smile from ear to ear. lol. Derek thinks I'm crazy. I went on a bit of M.A.C. spree yesterday and got some really awesome stuff I half needed and half wanted. I also got a really cool cropped studded black vest from Guess? and then I found the shoes I have been wanting for almost 2 years now......  They weren't cheap in the last but damn if they aren't fabulous. I love them so much. I cant wait until fall. I love the weather so much and I love the clothes. Yay. |
| Sunday, July 12th, 2009 | |
fuzzyco
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5:42p |
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| Saturday, July 11th, 2009 | |
fuzzyco
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10:34p |
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fatwetdog
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8:47p |
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duosiceprincess
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3:21p |
Three Totally Random and Unrelated Works of Fiction
Dead Perfect - this is a romance novel. With vampires. And a good Christian girl, who turns into a good Christian vampire. No, I'm serious. No, REALLY. It was a sneaky, sneaky sledgehammer-to-the-skull book, that started out as something entirely different (and kinda cool) and morphed into this ridiculous PG-13 vampire love story worthy of sarcastic comparisons to Twilight. Seriously though, you're 400 years old and you're hanging onto some not-entirely-true-at-all version of morality in regards to sex? REALLY? Vampirefail. PUSH - this movie was totally marketed wrong. I think they might also have gone into it with the wrong mindset. The trailers and ads focused on the superpowers, like it was an action-thriller, when in reality it's more like a Sam Spade story with superpowers. Imagine The Maltese Falcon, only every different group of people after the bird has someone with them who can see the future. The cast in it did a good job, but the tone was all wrong, and so it came across flat. I wish they'd played up the Pushing angle more. I mean, on top of the dueling precogs you have the added freakout of knowing that people with and against you can warp your perception of reality to the point where you could forget your own name. How do you know you're really even after something at all, with your fabulous drunk Dakota Fanning in tow, when you know at least two people could be screwing with your head? My Sister's Keeper - not my usual fare when it comes to seeing movies in the theaters, but I went with my Godmother as a present for her birthday. She loved it, so the whole experience was a success, and it was hilarious listening to the teeny-boppers in front of me start to totally break down. I haven't read the book, so for all I know it could be a rotten adaptation, but it is a good idea for a story. Abigail Breslin is of course excellent, and the actress playing her dying sister does a fabulous job throughout, even though at times they give her some really lame things to do. The real trouble with this movie is not that it's deliberately playing on your heartstrings, it's that it doesn't do it well. The cast is fabulous, Alec Baldwin does a nice turn, but none of them are given anything meaty to work with, and melodrama is injected into everything. The worst part is the soundtrack. There are some moments in this movie that needed silence, because this is damn serious stuff, and instead it was always some meebling tune put there in case you didn't get that dying of cancer is hard and watching your family suffer is hard too. The sequence with Thomas Dekker as the fellow cancer patient works very well though, cause really what's worse? That you're sick and could die young, or that your girlfriend/boyfriend is also sick and might die first? |
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ericareid
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3:32a |
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| Friday, July 10th, 2009 |
fatwetdog
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6:47p |
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cartooning
[ darwiniantheory ]
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9:21p |
BBToons Shop
BBToons Shop now online. Http://BBToons.com Only got a couple of designs in store ATM 'Halfwit freddie' more coming soon. If you don't see what your after then comment on a picture you like in bbtoons to let me know what design you want. How's that for service! I will even email you to let you know when it's in store |
fatwetdog
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3:32p |
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midnightmadness
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12:57p |
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ericareid
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4:08p |
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fatwetdog
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11:05a |
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deliriousfish
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7:07a |
So, after working 45 hours in 4 days, I'm off to visit the wonderful coast of North Carolina. It's a bit of a bittersweet affair because I'm needed/wanted here, but this is my only opportunity and the plans were made in February. It'll be a good time all around and I'll be sure to get plenty of pictures, even though I got a fair amount of the island the last time I was there. Wooooooooosh! Speaking of getting away, I want to go back to the farm. |
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fuzzyco
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| Thursday, July 9th, 2009 |
nycmagenta
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9:51p |
I'm so tired. D and I woke up at like 6am and decided to watch Goblet of Fire. Apparently 6am is prime Harry Potter time. I really didn't mind though. Almost time for the new movie. Im so excited. Seriously.I kinda wanna go to a midnight showing and dress up, you know, like those midnight movie freaks do sometimes..... Work made me really tired today. I think it might be from looking at a computer screen all day thats coded in super bright colors....eep. I kinda wanna wear my sunglasses at my desk to block the light....and to show my disdain for my co-workers....and cuz I'm badass like that. We went to random diner on Tuesday night out on route 110 for dinner...it was like 10pm so there were the usual diner stragglers there eating. We saw a very large Spanish chica who thought it was a wonderful idea to wear the tiniest neon green hot pant booty shorts ever with a gray short sleeve crop top. There was massive thigh circulation being cut off and supreme amounts of jello like jiggliness. Again, it was apparently a superb idea of hers....SUPERB. On Weds. after making breakfast we went shopping and I got some cute stuff but alas no new shoes for work which is what I really should be buying. D and I also got some wonderful Tasti- Dlite in Honey Nut Cheerio and Peanut Butter.......that was a really good idea. I made dinner as usual, it was really good, as usual. I was so tired that I pretty much passed out when Derek came to bed. It really sucks to wake up all cozy and happy and then have to go back to work and back to Long Beach. Its like "Oh Hai, you can stop hasing a good time nao" I have a shopping bag full of stuff I'm debating on buying over at Forever21.com and at Hottopic.com ......but I have been wearing lots of dresses lately and I like it. I just need more. Most of the stuff I can wear to work anyways so its not all just a fun splurge, We will see. Well its almost Saturday isn't it? |
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