Archive | January, 2012

Coralye June

3 Jan

I have succumbed to the Facebook peer pressure to engage in a “Photo A Day Challenge”. Every day I must post a picture in a certain category. Tomorrow is something that I adore. I thought all day about what I adore. I love a lot of things. It is just a given that I love my family and friends. On the more superficial level, I love shoes and kooky-colored nail polish. I adore getting pedicures and I simply can’t say no to a bowl of cake batter ice cream. All of these things are great, but what is even better, what I love even more is my baby cousin, Coralye June. I adore this child more than anything. She is the smartest, cutest little girl I have ever known. She is incredibly witty and perceptive for a little person only on this earth for two years and a handful of months. She can count to ten and she can tell you, “No, I don’t want that either”. What two-year-old understands the meaning of either and can use it in a complete sentence? She’s brilliant. When I am around her she holds me in the palm of her hand and I am totally OK with that. She is spirited, strong and already fiercely independent. She pretty much tells me what’s up and most times she is right and I am wrong. She can work my Iphone better than I can and she teaches me new style tricks, like how a purple shoe and a blue shoe can look fierce with a green dress.

This Christmas she was old enough to get the gist of presents. She knew that what she unwrapped was hers to keep. What we thought she didn’t get was that what was someone else’s to unwrap was actually, not hers. My aunt was given a few stuffed dolls from my mom and…you can pretty much guess what comes next. Coralye got to them before my aunt and when she finally unearthed them from the tissue paper she exclaimed, “Oh, so cute!” and faster than a jackrabbit she hid them in her gift bag. That little pistol knew they weren’t hers, but she wanted them all the same. As someone who works with children, my first instinct was to reason with her or to teach her that she can’t have it all, but who am I kidding? What I decided to say instead was, “The world is yours doll, take it”.

I have been weakened by her very strong powers of persuasion (in the form of innocent grins and giggles), so there really is no denying that this child will be spoiled by me. I will spoil her with love, attention and however many “loshies” (lotion) or “lips” (lipgloss) she wants. Besides, spoiling someone you adore is too much fun.



3 Jan

As most of you know, my blog began as a way to release, creatively, my difficulty with living in Elko. The Elko bashing posts really took off and were almost just too easy. Teasing Elko is really quite elementary. Since I have been back in Reno I have been wracking my brain for ways to make fun of Reno like I did with Elko (it’s really only fair), but I am having difficulty. I can’t really write posts about the transvestites or pimps and ho’s that are rampant because they aren’t any better or kookier than the ones you see on any given street in San Francisco. I also can’t reasonably write a post about the special-ness that is Sun Valley, because everyone knows, we all know. Also, “Scum Valley” bashing is so 1998. Along with this, how could I even find a way to make fun of the shopping choices Reno has? Sure, there isn’t a Barney’s Reno (like I could afford even half a belt there, anyways…), but hell, there are several malls to choose from. I can also shop at Target whenever my little heart desires, so there really is no story there.

Reno isn’t a culturally diverse city like New York, nor does it have the history that Edinburgh or some other fabulous European city has, but Reno does offer a lot more than Elko. THAT, I know for damn sure.

I really can’t bash a city where I can walk to my favorite bagel shop, because I live in the hippest part of town where said bagel shop resides. I really can’t validate insults for a city where I can scour my favorite antique shop in the morning, shop the deals at Victoria’s Secret during lunch, then, in the afternoon, rock my cute new Pink sweats at Rancho San Rafeal Park, where I feel like I am no longer in a polluted city, but somewhere beautiful.

For me, Reno has it all, at least for now. I am happy to be in a city that is more culturally diverse than old-cowboy and young-miner Elko. I am happy to be where I am close to fabulous family and friends. I am happy that there are at least a few tattoo shops that won’t give me the clap and if I don’t like my experience at one Port of Subs, I have 50 others to chose from.

Reno isn’t beautiful, perfect or my favorite place in the world, but it suits my life right now and that is all that matters.

Sorry Elko, I tried to make it fair, but Reno doesn’t have quite the “uniqueness” you offer…

Resolutions Are Crap

1 Jan

Resolutions Are Crap.

Resolutions Are Crap

1 Jan

What a year 2011 was. Never have I had such a year filled with change and second chances as this (almost) past year. I intended on detailing all of the change this past year saw, but I think I have already done that…via this blog. Besides, I intend to not revel in the past. It is said the happiest people live in the present, not the past, nor the future. It is because of this that I plan on not making awful New Years resolutions (besides, the “lose weight” resolution has been my resolution for the past 10 years and it should be quite evident that I am shit at resolutions…) I am going to not set myself up for failure yet again and just let what will be, be. If I end up finding the motivation that got lost somewhere between my fat ass and my big mouth and I start working out and I end up losing some weight, great. If not, I should embrace my curves and be glad I do not have to style around my protruding clavicles and hip bones.  The same goes for the recurrent resolution to not spend so much money. If I suddenly decide to not spend the last five dollars to my name before payday on earrings at Forever 21 because they only cost $2.80, then so be it. If I continue to do this, all I will have is a pretty sweet earring collection and no one can complain about that.

All those other resolutions that seem to be tossed around every year (you know the ones: I will stop eating custard-filled donuts every morning, I will spend more time with my crazy family, I will seek help for my porn addiction, I will stop to smell the roses, etc.) shouldn’t merely be goals we make for ourselves once a year. We should all seek to improve ourselves and enjoy every minute, every day, all year. This, “let’s make a bunch of goals that we never really meet because we are really just not happy with ourselves” bull gets old. Seek to love yourselves, faults (porn addiction) and all. If there is one thing I have learned this year is that we do not need to be perfect to be loved, respected, remembered.

So here is my vow to nix the resolutions this year. I just won’t do it. Don’t make a resolution to start living better, just start living better.

2011 in review

1 Jan

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 2,800 times in 2011. If it were a cable car, it would take about 47 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.