Cemetery Swamp down the street from River Oaks.

La Carafe… The oldest building in Houston. Is a bar. With an awesome cash reg. And a bartender with a handlebar mustache.

kari-shma:

Maddie On Things: A Project About Dogs & Physics

(Source: kari-shma)

thedailywhat:

This Is All Kinds Of Wrong of the Day: Between allegedly inviting him to her birthday party, and probably collaborating with him on a “Birthday Cake” remix, and irrefutably thanking him for wishing her a happy birthday, I think it may be high time Rihanna re-read the police report from the night Chris Brown beat her half to death. 

Particularly this part:

Brown did not know what she did with the [car] key and began punching her in the face and arms. He then placed her in a head lock positioning the front of her throat between his bicep and forearm. Brown began applying pressure to Robyn F.’s left and right carotid arteries, causing her to be unable to breathe and she began to lose consciousness.

She reached up with her left hand and began attempting to gouge his eyes in an attempt to free herself. Brown bit her left ring and middle fingers and then released her.

You nearly died that night, Rihanna. You nearly died that night. 

“I’m going to beat the sh*t out of you when we get home,” he promised. You attempted to call for help and that just made him angrier. “Now I’m really going to kill you,” he vowed.

Any of this ringing a bell? Because I’ll never forget that night. I’ll never forget the horrific photos. I’ll never forget reading the terrifying police report.

And I’ll never forgive you for forgiving him.

[@rihanna.]

UPDATE: On Abuse: An Apology.

Can I just say, I am freaking awesome?! Looks like I’ll be the next to get hitched.

What a sad birthday kitty…

I am a big fan of Girl Scout cookies. As a former Brownie and Girl Scout I thought myself to be a bit of an expert on these cookies. After all, I did trudge through the snow with my badge covered vest for many years selling those suckers. But, to my dismay, I found out how wrong I was. Turns out, in different parts of the country there is no such thing as “Samoas”. I know—I couldn’t believe it either. Samoas are my all time favorite cookie. It is a point of pride that I can shovel an entire box of these down my throat in one sitting and still want more.

Anyway, it turns out that Samoas are called “Caramel Delites” down here in the south. They are the exact same cookie, same box and everything but, a totally different name. Weird right? So, I thought I would research it a bit and found out that there are also a few other cookies that go by different names down here. Tagalongs are called Peanut Butter Patties and Do-si-dos are called Peanut Butter Sandwiches. The reason this is the case is that there are two companies that are licensed to produce Girl Scout Cookies:  Little Brownie Bakers for us Coloradans and ABC Bakers for those Southern Texans. The National Girl Scout Association allows variations in cookie names with the exception of Thin Mints, which happen to be the best selling Girl Scout cookie totaling 25% of sales.  (I’m sure you wanted to know so much about Girl Scout cookies, but I felt it important to figure out why everyone looked at my crazy when I said “where are the Samoas?!” here in Houston.)

So, which cookie did you grow up with? Samoas or Caramel Delites? And, which is your favorite?

So it’s been a while since I’ve written. I’ve sort of fallen into a bit of a depression. You know, the whole job sucking, no friends, hate where I live, can’t afford groceries thing gets to be a bit much at times. But, I think I am coming out of it. I recently found out that I will be moving back to Colorado. I am so glad. But at the same time I sort of stupid for thinking that moving back to Colorado would make everything better. I made a decision to hate Texas and built up Colorado so much in my mind that it can never live up to my expectations. I have spent over a year in Texas and I have spent every waking moment hating it. It’s funny that leaving somewhere makes you realize that you never appreciated it. Sure, I have learned a ton about myself, about life and about love, but I still have to remind myself that I made it hard on myself. It’s not Texas’ fault that I wasn’t happy. Anyway, this isn’t meant to be a sob story, just a reminder to myself and maybe to you that it’s time to appreciate the little things. I am going to do my best to appreciate my family, crazy as they may be; appreciate my friends, flakey as they may be; appreciate my boyfriend, imperfections and all. So, when I am feeling low I am going to look out the window and appreciate the sky, or think about how I have control over my feelings. I can decide to be happy. I make choices everyday about my feelings and emotions and I have made the last year really hard on myself by choosing to be unhappy. So, here’s to new beginnings! I am going to remind myself daily to choose happiness.

Tebowing in Salt Lake City at the Mormon Meditation Chapel.

So, I’ve been watching a lot of Felicity lately and I’ve got to say that I really miss the nineties. To me it seemed a happier, easier and less materialistic time. That may be because I was much younger, the economy was not a complete disaster and the Kardashians were still in high school, but if you make the comparisons I think you will see what I mean. Take television for instance. The shows we currently watch are supposedly reality where everyone is living in ten million dollar mansions, drinking themselves stupid or starving themselves skinny and getting paid 75 thousand dollars for each episode.

Prime examples of this are: KKUWTK (no explanation necessary), America’s Next Top Model (skinny, crazy and granted mostly poor girls starving themselves to wear designer clothes), Jersey Shore (annoying drunk Guido’s tanning, doing laundry and going to the gym and all the while making millions), Gossip Girl (upper east side rich girls bitching about their boy problems), The Hills (plastic Hollywood rich girls getting in fights about sex tapes)… Ah! I could list them until I am blue in the face. But, when I think of 90’s television shows I think of Friends (obviously they couldn’t afford that loft, but they faced somewhat realistic issues, even if in a funny manner, and had to struggle with money once in a while), Felicity (again probably could not afford that apartment, but rocked so much baggy flannels that I don’t care), Roseanne (blue collar family that yelled at each other a lot) etc… But, do you see what I mean? Obviously all television is glamorized and fake, but not to the extent that it has been in the past decade. I currently don’t have television and I think I am actually a healthier person for it. After watching some of the shows on TV nowadays I walk away feeling worse about myself; I am not skinny enough or rich enough or whatever and that is just not ok with me. I would rather watch old reruns of poor girls in flannel shirts lamenting over lost loves (My So Called Life) and walk away feeling satisfied rather than deprived of all of life’s “riches”.

I think I also just miss the fashion from the nineties, I mean come on, who doesn’t love wearing comfy JNCO’s and a baggy t-shirt? It’s funny, when I see teenage girls and what they wear now, I feel like an old lady, because I say something like “When I was her age I didn’t dress nearly so revealing!”. But, it’s true! When I was in middle school my go-to outfit was a pair of umbros shorts and a t-shirt, but now all the kids that I see are in designer duds, low cut shirts and shorts up their butts. I actually saw a few girls under the age of ten that were dressed up like the girls on Jersey Shore… So sad. So very sad. (If you don’t know what Jersey Shore is, I suggest you google it and you will understand why this is so sad.)

But alas, it is not the nineties and I have to accept that flannel shirts and JNCO just aren’t cool anymore. However, you won’t see me dressing like a Jersey Shore Guido any time soon. Oh no.