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Beauty and errands

Since today was my day off, I dedicated it to beauty and errands. After getting my beauty sleep (heh), I dyed my roots (no more grays) and then left to do errands, which included beauty. I went to Sephora for shampoo. Yes I know there are less expensive stores to get shampoo, but it was a beauty day! So I paid $24 for a bottle of shampoo. But it had Keratin in it! My stylist says that is what I need for my hair. Then nail polish at my next stop (Sephora didn’t have the color I wanted) and the last stop was general stuff, from the drug store and grocery store.

Then to finish my beauty day, I painted my toenails. I was going to do my fingernails, but then I remembered I have an appointment to get them done tomorrow.

And that is all, says she.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Opportunity

This little guy was taking advantage of my fire escape, so I took the opportunity to take his picture.

Cleaning

It seems that since I have been living here I am doing more cleaning then I thought possible. I’m not talking about cleaning that I didn’t have to do before, I am talking about laundry. I have done two loads this week and I have another to do tomorrow. I was going to do it tonight but just didn’t get to it. This evening it seemed like all I did was wash nylons and soak my coat in preparation for going to the laundry tomorrow.

My coat was in one of the loads I did this week but it didn’t look clean. So I am soaking it in detergent and bleach and then I am going to wash it again and hope it looks a little brighter.

Can my life get any more exciting?

Yes I know that is the title of a book or movie or both. I’m not trying to steal it or anything.

Whenever I get new shoes, any type of shoes, if I’m going to have any sort of problem with the shoes, blisters, rubbing, hurting, you get the idea. The worst of it will be on my left foot. Always.

My left foot hates shoes.

Lets blame the victim

Is anyone surprised that a rape victim was blamed for being raped? It’s not surprising to me, in fact I expect it. Don’t you people know that it’s always the woman’s fault!!

It’s not even surprising to me (any more) that they are even blaming the victim when the victim is a child.

Rape of girl, 11, tears apart Texas town as many insist on blaming the victim

“She lied about her age,” Angie Woods told the Houston Chronicle. “Them boys didn’t rape her. She wanted this to happen.”

Speaking for many at the meeting in Cleveland, Tex., Woods insisted she was “not taking nobody’s side.”

“But if she hadn’t put herself in that predicament, this would have never happened,” she said.

The girl’s parents were also blasted by many at the meeting last Thursday for failing to keep track of the girl.

“I also think the parents of that child needs to be held accountable,” said Sheila Hightower, who lives in Cleveland. “You weren’t even aware where she was.”

Here’s a novel idea, why don’t we blame the men for the rape? Why don’t we hold them accountable for their actions? Even if the girl ‘wanted this to happen’ a 16-yr old should know that it is wrong to have sex with an eleven-year old CHILD. Why isn’t anyone blaming his parents for not bringing him up better?

“She’s 11 years old, it shouldn’t have happened,” said Oscar Carter, who has a family connection to a 16-year-old charged in the case. “That’s a child. Somebody should have said what we are doing is wrong.”

Yes someone should, but no one did, instead they recorded it on their cell phone. Which in a twisted turn of events is how the police got involved. Even so, it’s still the woman, er, girl’s fault.

Thursday Em came to the City, she and I were planning on going to the Today Show to watch Coldplay perform. I don’t know how she found out about my huge crush on Chris Martin, but she did so when she got Fan Passes for Coldplay she invited me.

She spent Thursday night at my apartment. I woke up at 2:00 am, I don’t know why but then I couldn’t get back to sleep, partly because someone was snoring (whoever said people don’t snore when sleeping on their side was LYING!) and partly because I wasn’t feeling well. About 4:30 I couldn’t take it anymore and started to get dressed, I was going to find out if Duane Reade really does stay open all night (the one near my apartment does). I got some medicine for my tummy, then I took some Tylenol for my head. We left to catch the subway our destination the Today Show.

The show is free, but you still pay. You pay by signing up online hoping to get fan passes. We did. You pay by getting up earlier than you normally do, for some of us, like me. You pay by standing in the cold from 6:00 a.m. to 8:30 a.m. to hear them play, while you can’t see them because you are too short/there are too many people/some skanky girl is standing on the barricade you are standing behind. They played 5 songs. The sound wasn’t good, not for the music but for the interviews. It was fantastic.

Afterwards we got breakfast and then Em had an appointment for a salt scrub. I wandered around, kind of dead on my feet from lack of sleep and standing in one spot for 2-½ hours. Looking for shoes at TJ Maxx and then Marshall’s. Then she was done and we were trying to meet up, the other store she wanted to go to was closed. She had managed to move her nail appointment to earlier so we went back to my place so she could get her stuff. She told me I could stay there, she getting her nails done and going home. I was so tired, so tired, that was kind of it for me.

And that’s all, she says.

This makes me SO angry!

As I’m waiting to cross the street, the cars are turning left, the light is red but the cars keep turning. People seem to think that if you are in the turn lane when the light turns green, you can turn left even if the light turns red before you get to the intersection.

No, you aren’t supposed to turn left on a red light, EVER. I want to jump up and down and scream, “Red means stop!” or “WALK SIGNAL!!”. I want to give them all tickets, no I want to shoot out their tires.

Ping, ping, ping

Violence against women

The below link is to an article about a home invasion in Connecticut, the second man responsible was just convicted. In summary, two men followed a woman and her daughter home, when they invaded the home, they beat up the husband/dad (Dr. William Petit), tied the girls up, raped and strangled the wife/mom and sexually assaulted one of the daughters. Then they set fire to the house. The husband/dad escaped and managed to get to a neighbors house to call for help.

After the trial Dr. Petit was saying how this crime was indicative of the problem of violence against women, if he had two sons instead of daughters would this have happened. I kind of stopped listening at that point, my thought was, while it is doubtful your son would have been sexually molested, it is still very possible that if it had been his wife and son, they would have still been followed home, the two men would have still beaten Dr. Petit up, robbed them and killed his family.

The fact is, people don’t worry about boys like they worry about girls. Fact is, boys are vulnerable like girls. Look at Dalmer and Gacy, they murdered boys, Gacy raped and murdered lots of boys. People worry about me living alone in NYC, (except for Alex, who knows I have a baseball bat and know how to use it) even though I have two locks on my door that I always lock, I’m careful, I don’t take chances. Of course that could probably be said about Jennifer Hawke-Petit, who was living in Connecticut of all places, which probably caused her to lower her guard, not that anyone can truly prevent you from being victimized. Which is partially my point here, anyone can become the target of a psychopath, there is no way to prevent it.

The rest of my point is that Dr. Petit is entitled to his opinion, I have the utmost sympathy for him, but to me his comments speak more about the attitude in this country toward women, that women are not as good as men, they are helpless and can’t protect or take care of themselves. The thought that women must be polite, if a perfect stranger asks you where you live, you must of course answer him because not answering him would be rude. Not only are women though of as inferior, they are also set up to be victims. You tell someone where you live because you don’t want to be rude. Unless you are saying “F you a.” in response to a simple question you’re not being rude. Now if he continues to ask after you have told him you are uncomfortable giving out personal information you have my blessing to stick him in the ribs with a very sharp knife.

And that’s all, says she.

Joshua Komisarjevsky Guilty in Connecticut Home Invasion Case

Trying to catch up

Today is my off day so I am trying to catch up. I have caught up with my Yankee blog, but that is easy since I am writing a post for every game and I just have to look up the games on MLB.com. This blog is my life, which right now is rather boring.

Earlier I was walking around my apartment and looked out the window, it looked like something was stuck to my fire escape. When I walked closer to my window I saw it was a little bird, a chickadee I think. I ran to get my camera, hoping he would still be there when I got back and I could get a picture. I got several pictures. He didn’t even fly away when I put my face up to the window and started talking to him, just hopped to the other side of the fire escape.

Now I have to go, I do have things to do, I plan on being back tomorrow to write more.