Showing posts with label daily bias. Show all posts
Showing posts with label daily bias. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Don't Judge
How many times have I gone away and returned, then gone away again only to return. I have no excuse. Check that, I have tons. But you don't want to hear them so I don't want to give them. I really do have a ton to say, so for now I'll leave you with this: my mind is in need of a serious brain dump. I'm not sure what form that will take, but for now, I'm prepping the hardwoods with plastic sheeting.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Etsy Love: LemonsWithAPea
Okay, so my onesies are anything but politically correct and I am JUST fine with that. So much so that I actually look forward to the weekly hate mail I get. Most of it goes something like this, "I can't believe that you expect someone to put their baby in this. It's disgusting! You should be ashamed that you create and sell such inappropriate things." Ooohhh, my skin tingles and I get all warm inside everytime I can write a response.
Anyway, that's one of the reasons that I love LemonsWithAPea so much. Robin's Etsy shop is full of little nuggets of wonderful that my haters would equally hate. I mean, what's not to like? Check out some of her adorable prints and hit her up. You won't regret the fact that in that moment, you grew a set.
While you are at it, follow her blog. She's one of my favorite MoFos.
Anyway, that's one of the reasons that I love LemonsWithAPea so much. Robin's Etsy shop is full of little nuggets of wonderful that my haters would equally hate. I mean, what's not to like? Check out some of her adorable prints and hit her up. You won't regret the fact that in that moment, you grew a set.
While you are at it, follow her blog. She's one of my favorite MoFos.
Seriously, don't you have people you want to send these to?? My list is growing.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Friday, September 2, 2011
rant - be warned
The last time I checked, we were halfway through 2011. That's a decade into the new century. That's 91 one years since women were given the right to vote. That's 45 years since the Civil Rights act of '64. Considering that we, as a people, have afforded rights to both women and blacks for such a long period of time, I have to say that I'm disgusted with the internet banter that is highlighting during their newscasts regarding Chaz Bono's appearance on Dancing With the Stars.
ABC obviously thought long and hard about Chaz's participation. I'm sure they discussed, at least behind closed doors, the conversations that would occur when they announced the members of the cast. They recognize Chaz as a man and have partnered him with Laci, one of the coolest chicks on the set.
Mothers are being interviewed saying things like "it is hard for us to explain to our children what transgendered means," and "we will not be watching because this is not the kind of moral behavior that we want our families exposed to." Really? REALLY? I'm guessing that you didn't have difficulty explaining why Lisa Rinna's lips look like they do, am I right? I'm guessing that you might have reminisced with your daughter about how "cute" Lance Bass was when he was in that boy band? But, I'm guessing that you skirted the conversation about Bristol Palin getting pregnant when she was seventeen, am I right? And I'm guessing that you avoided explaining why Lil' Kim was once in prison, yes?
Chaz Bono is living his life with honesty. If those mothers can answer my above questions with the same truth, then I'll shut up.
ABC obviously thought long and hard about Chaz's participation. I'm sure they discussed, at least behind closed doors, the conversations that would occur when they announced the members of the cast. They recognize Chaz as a man and have partnered him with Laci, one of the coolest chicks on the set.
Mothers are being interviewed saying things like "it is hard for us to explain to our children what transgendered means," and "we will not be watching because this is not the kind of moral behavior that we want our families exposed to." Really? REALLY? I'm guessing that you didn't have difficulty explaining why Lisa Rinna's lips look like they do, am I right? I'm guessing that you might have reminisced with your daughter about how "cute" Lance Bass was when he was in that boy band? But, I'm guessing that you skirted the conversation about Bristol Palin getting pregnant when she was seventeen, am I right? And I'm guessing that you avoided explaining why Lil' Kim was once in prison, yes?
Chaz Bono is living his life with honesty. If those mothers can answer my above questions with the same truth, then I'll shut up.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
wherein I burnt my eyes
for Jeanne
I’ve now lived in Chattanooga for 9 months. This seems like an eternity to a pregnant woman, but for me, it’s like I blinked my eyes and all of the sudden I’m in “aren’t you sa-waaayt” ville. POOF!
There’s much to love about this town, which I won’t go into now. You people don’t read this to hear me blow sunshine up the crack of anyone’s butt. You read this because I’m either guilting you into it or because you need a life (seriously). Either way, my web analytics meter thanks you.
I joke often about the number of toothless women that I see roaming Chattanooga and I’m personally convinced that they are imported from Alabama. It just seems too obvious, that the town that invented Krystal would be responsible for toothless people. I mean, how are they going to eat 4 mini burgers in one sitting? So the toothless part – no WAY they are Hamilton County peeps.
Enter this past Saturday night. I’m enjoying some free, riverfront blues with friends when I was elbowed by my friend in a “OMG, look down there” way. Before me walks a woman who is approximately 270 pounds and in her fifties. Now, look here. Before you go making comments about weight and the fact that “I shouldn’t be chastising this woman because of her weight when I CLEARLY should be putting down the mint chip ice cream and picking up a shake weight,” you should know this – this post has NOTHING to do with her weight or her age. Those elements only set the scene for you so that you might audibly gasp along with me.
I’ve got this woman, clearly overweight and middle aged. She’s wearing a pale green, loose-fitting tank top and shorts. Nothing odd there, really – it’s 85 degrees outside and she’s a girl who likes to stay cool. Fair. It’s her movement, however, that strikes my girlfriend and I odd, because, as she passes, the front of her shirt appears to contain a set of waltzing, mushy, microwave burritos. For reals, you guys – she came to this concert (where hundreds and hundreds of people are gathered), WITH NO BRA ON!!!! Nothing – no secondary tank, NOTHING!! To make it worse, she didn’t even accessorize with pasties or an intriguing piercing. I mean, the nerve!
So, the inappropriate gasp occurred, followed shortly by ANOTHER, even more eye-rolling gasp when she bent over to look at something. She’s in the second row (down front) and she bends over, facing the rest of us, who are sitting up above. Worse? She has NO CLUE that she’s making the men at the concert throw up in their mouths. So my friend and I have a short conversation about how awkward that was, how sorry we felt for her and how I’ll totally make a great blog entry out of this experience. The End.
Wrong. In the last five days, I’ve been overly sensitive to the no-bra incident – probably because of the tenderness of my eyeballs – you know, from the burn they experienced on Saturday night. I’ve now counted seven (yes, 7!!) women “of size” who are not concerned with strapping the girls to their chest for a day on the town. That percentage is just too disturbing for me. Not even Michele Bachman can reap those kinds of numbers.
I’m trying to figure out – what’s the deal? Why the sense that this behavior is acceptable? I can’t imagine that it’s comfortable for them – to just let the girls dingle dangle all the way to their elastic waist line. And more importantly – what about us? What about our awkward glances? What about our uncomfortable gossip? What about our inability to get images like that out of heads at bedtime? WHAT ABOUT US?
So, I’m starting a new charity. It will be called the SAG (Severely Awkward Gawking) Initiative and I’ll be accepting the following donations:
• New bras
• Used bras
• Ace Bandages
• Duct Tape
• Saran Wrap
and
• Staple Guns
Until this epidemic is controlled, the donation box will remain open. Please, contribute to the cause. Help the women of Chattanooga bring stability back to their chests. Help them feel better about their lack of piercings or nipple jewelry. And for goodness sake, help me find another eyelid vision at 11 pm. Your generosity is appreciated.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
rant - be warned
You know how little things happen in your day to day that irk you just enough that you pause? Now recall how a collective repeat of that thing causes your blood to boil, even though you know that getting worked up over it isn’t going to do anything other than cause you heartburn. It’s like my Uncle R. always says, “don’t let anyone live rent free in your head.” Make them earn that space, pay their rent for being there.
Yeah, well, I’m not good at lessons. Quick question – who knows what this is?
Correct, friends – it’s a crosswalk. You may find them adjacent to intersections, where you can safely cross from one side of the street to the other, pursuant to the traffic signal that is guiding the traffic. You may have seen them close to schools in your area, where a crossing guard holds up a small “STOP” sign in order for a pack of children to cross safely. Lastly, they occur across streets where people are crossing on a regular basis. There’s normally no traffic signal or blinking light – just the large, thick white painted lines that intersect the street.
So, here’s what’s stuck in my craw. The state in which I live, Tennessee, has no concept of the difference between a law and a suggestion. This state is a blend for me of Mayberry and the Wild West. They are sweet, polite and nice to your face but behind closed doors and car doors, there’s little regard for human or animal rights to be found. They spit, drink moonshine, take the law into their own hands, and worship ungodly things like the SEC. It’s pandemonium.
In my drive from home to work, I come upon a total of 5 cross walks that fall into the third category listed above…thick white lines that signify it’s safe for pedestrians to cross, but no traffic signals or cross guards to blow a whistle. The last crosswalk that I encounter is the one that links my work parking lot to my office. We park across the street, in a metal cage mind you (but we’ll get to that fun topic at another point). I’ve now worked at my job for 9 months and could count on both my hands the number of times that someone has yielded for me to cross the 5 lane road. I feel like I’m playing an eternal game of Frogger some mornings.
I would guess that I personally stop at one of these cross walks 3 out of 5 days a week to let pedestrians cross. Why, you might ask? BECAUSE IT’S THE FLIPPING LAW, THAT’S WHY!!!! Now, I’m far from perfect when it comes to obeying all traffic laws – particularly the ones that relate to my speedometer. But I’m most cautious of pedestrians because I would never want to be that girl who hit someone and watched them flip over the hood, like in the movies. I know, a Prius is so appropriate when it comes to movie stunt work in downtown Chattanooga.
This is how the law reads in the State of Tennessee:
Pretty self-explanatory, I think. I’ve thought of placing a letter to the editor in the local paper in order to remind people of the law. But that would mean that Wyatt Earp would have to stop reading the SEC sport section in order to educate himself on something that he should have been taught in driver’s education. Or, I could give him the benefit of the doubt and assume that he just moved here from another state where reading and driver’s ed is less prevalent because of the SEC sports coma. You know – Alabama.
Yeah, well, I’m not good at lessons. Quick question – who knows what this is?
Correct, friends – it’s a crosswalk. You may find them adjacent to intersections, where you can safely cross from one side of the street to the other, pursuant to the traffic signal that is guiding the traffic. You may have seen them close to schools in your area, where a crossing guard holds up a small “STOP” sign in order for a pack of children to cross safely. Lastly, they occur across streets where people are crossing on a regular basis. There’s normally no traffic signal or blinking light – just the large, thick white painted lines that intersect the street.
So, here’s what’s stuck in my craw. The state in which I live, Tennessee, has no concept of the difference between a law and a suggestion. This state is a blend for me of Mayberry and the Wild West. They are sweet, polite and nice to your face but behind closed doors and car doors, there’s little regard for human or animal rights to be found. They spit, drink moonshine, take the law into their own hands, and worship ungodly things like the SEC. It’s pandemonium.
In my drive from home to work, I come upon a total of 5 cross walks that fall into the third category listed above…thick white lines that signify it’s safe for pedestrians to cross, but no traffic signals or cross guards to blow a whistle. The last crosswalk that I encounter is the one that links my work parking lot to my office. We park across the street, in a metal cage mind you (but we’ll get to that fun topic at another point). I’ve now worked at my job for 9 months and could count on both my hands the number of times that someone has yielded for me to cross the 5 lane road. I feel like I’m playing an eternal game of Frogger some mornings.
I would guess that I personally stop at one of these cross walks 3 out of 5 days a week to let pedestrians cross. Why, you might ask? BECAUSE IT’S THE FLIPPING LAW, THAT’S WHY!!!! Now, I’m far from perfect when it comes to obeying all traffic laws – particularly the ones that relate to my speedometer. But I’m most cautious of pedestrians because I would never want to be that girl who hit someone and watched them flip over the hood, like in the movies. I know, a Prius is so appropriate when it comes to movie stunt work in downtown Chattanooga.
This is how the law reads in the State of Tennessee:
PEDESTRIAN’S RIGHT-OF-WAY IN CROSSWALKS LAW 55-8-134
(a) When traffic-control signals are not in place or not in operation, the driver of a vehicle shall yield the right-of-way, slowing down or stopping if need be to so yield, to a pedestrian crossing the roadway within a crosswalk when the pedestrian is upon the half of the roadway upon which the vehicle is traveling, or when the pedestrian is approaching so closely from the opposite half of the roadway as to be in danger.
(b) No pedestrian shall suddenly leave a curb or other place of safety and walk or run into the path of a vehicle which is so close that it is impossible for the driver to yield.
(c) Subsection (a) does not apply under the conditions stated in § 55-8-135(b).
(d) Whenever any vehicle is stopped at a marked crosswalk or at any unmarked crosswalk at an intersection to permit a pedestrian to cross the roadway, the driver of any other vehicle approaching from the rear shall not overtake and pass such stopped vehicle.
[Acts 1955, ch. 329, § 33; T.C.A., § 59-834.]
Pretty self-explanatory, I think. I’ve thought of placing a letter to the editor in the local paper in order to remind people of the law. But that would mean that Wyatt Earp would have to stop reading the SEC sport section in order to educate himself on something that he should have been taught in driver’s education. Or, I could give him the benefit of the doubt and assume that he just moved here from another state where reading and driver’s ed is less prevalent because of the SEC sports coma. You know – Alabama.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
On my list of things that I wish I could articulate...
It's brilliant in my viewpoint - just sayin'.
Monday, August 1, 2011
Debt Ceiling Debate
On July 23, 2011, an editorial was published in the New York Times that was accompanied by these charts. The charts are from the Congressional Budget Office; Center on Budget and Policy Priorities. I'm not one to take these types of charts as gospel (meaning, I trust they are generally correct, but acknowledge slight variations in actuals). I was not only stunned, but seriously pissed off.
In looking at chart A, you can see where the surplus started and how it quickly left the nest in 2001. Had we been continuing on the path set for us by Clinton, our surplus could have soared into the 1 trillion dollar range in the last year. However, if you now glance at chart B, you can clearly see where and how the surplus left us. The single biggest chunk of dollars was lost through the Bush tax cuts, followed closely behind by defense spending (including two wars).
The GOP cannot continue to blame this debacle on the current administration and in the same vein, the Dems cannot continue to pander to the bullies on the playground. Can someone get me a spittoon - because I'm so mad that I could use one at the moment.
Chart A:
Chart B:
Tritch, T. (2011, July 23). How the deficit got this big. The New York Times. Retrieved from http://www.nytimes.com/2011/07/24/opinion/sunday/24sun4.html?_r=1
In looking at chart A, you can see where the surplus started and how it quickly left the nest in 2001. Had we been continuing on the path set for us by Clinton, our surplus could have soared into the 1 trillion dollar range in the last year. However, if you now glance at chart B, you can clearly see where and how the surplus left us. The single biggest chunk of dollars was lost through the Bush tax cuts, followed closely behind by defense spending (including two wars).
The GOP cannot continue to blame this debacle on the current administration and in the same vein, the Dems cannot continue to pander to the bullies on the playground. Can someone get me a spittoon - because I'm so mad that I could use one at the moment.
Chart A:
Chart B:
Tritch, T. (2011, July 23). How the deficit got this big. The New York Times. Retrieved from http://www.nytimes.com/2011/07/24/opinion/sunday/24sun4.html?_r=1
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Look here!
I've been in product development for many years – fifteen , but who's counting. I've had the chance to design for a lot of great retailers and have seen my brain children on the shelves more times than I can count. It's a really great way to make a living and I'm thankful each day.
Right now, there is an endcap in Target stores, nationwide, that contains 17 different notebook designs that I did for Top Flight (in partnership with New Leaf Paper). I'm not sure why I'm so proud of this collection, except to say that seeing this endcap in the stores makes me as giddy as a blue-hair on her way to 4 o'clock supper at Denny's. It was a true labor of love. I designed nearly 100 options before the customer was able to narrow down to the 17 you see here. There's no way to quantify the process, other than to say that it was more fun than I usually have (note some of the humor in the sayings), although it was long and arduous.
Regardless, I'm super proud of "these here" book designs. Check them out at Target, and if you are so inclined, purchase one of the more inappropriate ones (perhaps the dogs sniffing each others butts) for your mother-in-law. Tell her that I said, "you are SO welcome."
Right now, there is an endcap in Target stores, nationwide, that contains 17 different notebook designs that I did for Top Flight (in partnership with New Leaf Paper). I'm not sure why I'm so proud of this collection, except to say that seeing this endcap in the stores makes me as giddy as a blue-hair on her way to 4 o'clock supper at Denny's. It was a true labor of love. I designed nearly 100 options before the customer was able to narrow down to the 17 you see here. There's no way to quantify the process, other than to say that it was more fun than I usually have (note some of the humor in the sayings), although it was long and arduous.
Regardless, I'm super proud of "these here" book designs. Check them out at Target, and if you are so inclined, purchase one of the more inappropriate ones (perhaps the dogs sniffing each others butts) for your mother-in-law. Tell her that I said, "you are SO welcome."
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
as promised...
Sometimes it's the things that take the longest to work themselves out that are the most satisfying. Some of you are aware that this little project has been on my to-do list for, oh, shall we say 7-8 years? I've started, stopped, started again and regrettably stopped again. This time, no stopping.
Drum roll please!!!
I'm happy to finally announce the Grand Opening of the Biased Baby.com storefront.
I opted to work with Café Press to get things off the ground. I'm not 100% content with the limitations that they place on your site layout, but it gets the job done. This will continue to be a work in progress and you'll see new designs showing up regularly. Don't forget to check back!
Now that you've had the opportunity to see some of the Biased Baby themed product on the blog, you have the chance to purchase it and spread the word. If you like what you see, I thank you in advance for sharing with your friends.
Remember, it's all about being edgy and pushing the envelope. Don't get offended, friends – you'll come to love it as much as I do. Then again, I'm biased.
Drum roll please!!!
I'm happy to finally announce the Grand Opening of the Biased Baby.com storefront.
I opted to work with Café Press to get things off the ground. I'm not 100% content with the limitations that they place on your site layout, but it gets the job done. This will continue to be a work in progress and you'll see new designs showing up regularly. Don't forget to check back!
Now that you've had the opportunity to see some of the Biased Baby themed product on the blog, you have the chance to purchase it and spread the word. If you like what you see, I thank you in advance for sharing with your friends.
Remember, it's all about being edgy and pushing the envelope. Don't get offended, friends – you'll come to love it as much as I do. Then again, I'm biased.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
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