Monthly Archives: April 2013

Call me Macgyver!

I am frugal as crap. I am also very proud of my creativity, at least when it decides to show up to work. That’s why I knew I could hold off buying a drain snake when my bathroom sink stopped draining well. (One too many times dyeing my hair in my sink, I suppose!)

Last week I tried the usual baking soda and vinegar (and nearly used up all my precious apple cider vinegar, thank you very much), alas, it was useless. But today I was determined I had to figure something out. I’m putting off a paper, you see, so I spent my day cleaning the apartment and touching up spots on my walls/doors/cabinets with paint. It’s amazing how much I get done when it’s the stuff that’s actually last priority.

I started out sticking an ordinary straw down the drain, then I tried the same straw with toilet paper on the end. It didn’t work.

My next try was rolled up paper. All it did was get soggy.

So then I made my own handy-dandy drain snake!

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I cut the straw to create little barbs, the same kind you’d see on a really painful looking fishing hook. The idea was to mimic the shape of a real drain snake – of course the barbs on it are used to grab the gunk that’s clogging up the drain.

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Voilà! (Holy man that word looks wrong…) The straw is kind of bendy like a regular drain snake, but I will warn you it’s not heavy duty. It took me three or four straws to get the job done. But, it was 100% free and I didn’t have to take the time out of my day to drive to the store! (Not to mention I didn’t have to worry about not having a parking spot when I got back *grumbles about bad parking situation in the apartment complex*.)

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Ewwwww gross. But, now it’s gone and out of my life!

So today’s life lesson is: take your creativity on a test run now and then. Don’t let it get rusty! You might actually save yourself some trouble on your next cleaning, cooking, or DIY project.

The Rant of a Male Sympathizer

*The following is a rant, one I hope is inspiring rather than irritating. Fair warning, I’m a woman, so I’m only assuming I know how some men feel. Enjoy!*

Has everyone seen the new (well, at least it was new to me) Dove video? One of those artists from the FBI draws women based on their perception of themselves and then someone else’s description of them, all without actually seeing them! Then all the women look at the two images and compare them. And every single time, the other person’s image was more beautiful, and more accurate, than their own.

It’s pretty sad, I teared up. You see, it really hits home for me, and I doubt I’m the only one. I honestly believe women have a lot to learn from this. But without downplaying the importance of this -experiment I guess?- I’d like to suggest something similar for men.

That’s right, I’m a male sympathizer. I’m a terribly empathetic person.

There is no denying so many women need to love themselves a little lot more, but many men do, too! Men are completely ignored on this topic. Men CAN feel bad abut themselves. Men CAN hate their bodies. Men CAN be anorexic, and calling it “manorexic” is just as toxic to men as the ‘rape culture’ is to women.

In addition to having the all too human emotion of self-doubt, and even self-loathing, men have the illusion that these feelings are feminine. That they somehow take away from a fella’s manliness.

Guess what. They don’t!

Women, if we want to stand up against culture and the status quo for ourselves, let’s not shove others down to do so.

Feminism is about equality. It’s not about dragging men down. We all deserve equal pay. We all deserve an equal shot at child custody after a divorce. ALL of us are responsible for birth control. None of us should be the victims of a ‘rape culture’. And none of us should have to suffer in silence because we’re forced to act stronger than we really are.

It’s straight out of a horror film

My new passport photo, that is.

Let me tell you about my day, and the lessons I’ve learned. It was a busy, learnin’ day. The first thing I did today was get my passport application turned in and take a picture for it.

Good Lord, let me tell you. Don’t take it with wet hair – blow dry it and drown it in hairspray. Volume, volume, volume. Wear stage make-up, or it won’t show up! The internet told me it didn’t matter what shirt I wore, but it really did. A unisex shirt (Captain America ftw!!) on broad shoulders did NOT look fantastic. Add that to me feeling worse than usual about my weight (as demonstrated by my round freaking face) and you have a major disappointment. Why don’t they just save our pictures in some sort of system? My driver’s license picture was the best I will EVER do on one of those things. I feel it should be used for every ID I need in the future.

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I’m no model, but this is better than… you’ll see

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Ew. THIS will be the first impression airport workers and cruise terminal workers have of me. Someone too lazy to bother drying their hair before they take a photo that will haunt them for years… It’s like a flipping mug shot!

So I learned THAT.

Then I went to complete a couple of extra credit experiments for class (because it would be a shame to slaughter my GPA in my last semester). And I learned not to trust Burlington Coat Factory. Or Nine West. But my Nine West shoes still work, so I kinda wanna say this was Burlington…

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I got to carry my bag in my arms all day. I’m pretty sure I looked like an idiot…

So, after that and a meeting with my academic adviser (about the Disney College Program), I got to take my foster dog to the groomer. He looks much better now, but the drive was a nightmare. Not only because I got incredibly lost (I was never blessed with a mental map), but because foster (Brody) saw me stressing and started to grow anxious as well. He finally couldn’t take the tension anymore and he crapped in my car. So I rolled down the windows and I cried the rest of the drive to the groomer. Because dogs relieve stress with poop, and I do it with tears.

And finally, on the way home (after a cathartic cry, a clean dog, and some new stuff from Target) I also learned the new Butter Pecan Dunkin Donuts  iced coffee is freaking delicious. If you like coffee, go try it.

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And a small was just $2.14!!

So after a busy day, I leave you with a few life lessons: You will probably regret not properly preparing for your passport photo, no matter how much you think you don’t care about what others think. Your dog feeds off your anxiety, so take a deep breath and relax! And finally, COFFEE!!!!

NaPoWriMo?

So last year I was super sure I was going to participate in NaNoWriMo. I failed.

It’s the first day of NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) and I’ve already done more than I did all last November. I can’t decide if I’m proud of me now or if I should just be ashamed at how much I sucked earlier.

Maybe I should be ashamed. I have been not too productive all day. But I wrote a poem! Whoo!

Hope everyone who participates has a great and successful NapoWriMo!