I'm sorry. I can't vote for someone who believes that I don't deserve equal pay for equal work, who believes that women who have been raped deserved it, who believes that I don't deserve the right to birth control, who believes that I don't deserve to be in love with who I am in love with.
I can't. I can't because, no matter how down I may get on myself I know a few basic truths:
I don't deserve to be raped. No one does. EVER. No matter what I wear or what I do.
I deserve equal pay for equal work.
I have the right to LIFE, therefore I deserve to have access to what makes me healthy.
I have the right to LIBERTY, therefore I deserve to be able to live my life free of fear.
I have the right to HAPPINESS, therefore I deserve to be happy with whomever I choose.
So, when the time comes, you can say what you want, hate who you hate, I will stand by who I will stand by and I will still support who I support. And if you wonder why, you can look over what I've said and you will either understand or you won't.
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Saturday, March 24, 2012
Raped by the GOP
Explain something to me, because I genuinely want to know:
Why would we vote OUT the one man trying to actually help us (i.e. Lilly Ledbetter Act, defending our right to birth control, etc...) and vote in people who want to take away everything we've worked for over the past 100+ years?
I can understand a man who doesn't get it, men have always had the power and the rights. But I am ashamed to see women being brainwashed into believing they don't deserve the same rights. That they deserve to be raped. That they deserve less pay for equal work. That they deserve to be treated like inferior citizens.
“Rape and incest was used as a reason to oppose this [the mandatory ultrasound for those seeking an abortion]. I would hope that when a woman goes in to a physician with a rape issue, that physician will indeed ask her about perhaps her marriage, was this pregnancy caused by normal relations in a marriage or was it truly caused by a rape. I assume that's part of the counseling that goes on.”
- Sen. Chuck Winders.
Comments like that make me sick. It is not only saying that the woman is making it up, but that it isn't rape if you are married to your rapist. RAPE IS RAPE! NO MEANS NO! No matter if you are married to the person or if you are grabbed by a stranger. This HAS to end. How long are we going to continue cowering? How long before we finally say ENOUGH IS ENOUGH?
I hope we say it before it is too late.
Why would we vote OUT the one man trying to actually help us (i.e. Lilly Ledbetter Act, defending our right to birth control, etc...) and vote in people who want to take away everything we've worked for over the past 100+ years?
I can understand a man who doesn't get it, men have always had the power and the rights. But I am ashamed to see women being brainwashed into believing they don't deserve the same rights. That they deserve to be raped. That they deserve less pay for equal work. That they deserve to be treated like inferior citizens.
“Rape and incest was used as a reason to oppose this [the mandatory ultrasound for those seeking an abortion]. I would hope that when a woman goes in to a physician with a rape issue, that physician will indeed ask her about perhaps her marriage, was this pregnancy caused by normal relations in a marriage or was it truly caused by a rape. I assume that's part of the counseling that goes on.”
- Sen. Chuck Winders.
Comments like that make me sick. It is not only saying that the woman is making it up, but that it isn't rape if you are married to your rapist. RAPE IS RAPE! NO MEANS NO! No matter if you are married to the person or if you are grabbed by a stranger. This HAS to end. How long are we going to continue cowering? How long before we finally say ENOUGH IS ENOUGH?
I hope we say it before it is too late.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
The Right to Freedom
Right now there are men fighting over who should have to provide birth control, over birth control being taken away, over sex being diminished to simple procreation. Men are fighting over whether women should be able to have an abortion or use birth control. MEN. Not WOMEN.
Woman was created from Man's rib, says the Bible. This is to mean that woman is to be at man's side, not in front or behind him. Equal with him. Man may have been created first, but what is Man without Woman?
Is it a man who suffers through Menstruation? Is it a man who suffers through pregnancy and child-birth? Is it a man who can suffer from cysts on the ovaries, the cervix or the uterus? Or endometriosis? Is it a man who is being denied the ability to decide?
No. It is women. It is women who need birth control to help with the horrific, searing, pain of cysts on various internal organs. It is women who need birth control to help control cramping and blood loss. It is women who need birth control to prevent pregnancy. And it is women who should decide.
This is what the women before us fought for. The freedom to decide. To vote, to choose. To be equal citizens.
And we still aren't EQUAL. We still make less money than a man in the same position. We still have to beg and plead and fight to have our medicines provided by insurance and companies that don't want to give it. We are STILL fighting what should've ended a long time ago.
Woman was created from Man's rib, says the Bible. This is to mean that woman is to be at man's side, not in front or behind him. Equal with him. Man may have been created first, but what is Man without Woman?
Is it a man who suffers through Menstruation? Is it a man who suffers through pregnancy and child-birth? Is it a man who can suffer from cysts on the ovaries, the cervix or the uterus? Or endometriosis? Is it a man who is being denied the ability to decide?
No. It is women. It is women who need birth control to help with the horrific, searing, pain of cysts on various internal organs. It is women who need birth control to help control cramping and blood loss. It is women who need birth control to prevent pregnancy. And it is women who should decide.
This is what the women before us fought for. The freedom to decide. To vote, to choose. To be equal citizens.
And we still aren't EQUAL. We still make less money than a man in the same position. We still have to beg and plead and fight to have our medicines provided by insurance and companies that don't want to give it. We are STILL fighting what should've ended a long time ago.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Being Thankful
This is my attempt to not bring everyone down with me.
So I'll make this short and sweet. Or as sweet as possible.
Even though Christmas is one of the worst depictions of Christian hypocrisy and I've long given up on it, today was better than most and for that I'm grateful.
I have many things to be grateful for, though sometimes its hard to remember that.
Two years ago, I was trapped in the hotel for Christmas. A half hour away from my family, away from home. My lower half mangled from that horrific car accident. My wonderful grandmother-in-law, who has stood by my side from the beginning, helped me out for Christmas Eve. She and Donnie helped me, in my wheel chair to her house, only for a couple hours. But it was so worth all the pain and discomfort.
I suppose, when she asked me what the best Christmas present I ever received was, I should've said that moment. When I thought I was going to have to miss Christmas too. When I had already been stuck there since Halloween (and before that two weeks in the hospital). When I was already beginning to lose faith that I would ever get to walk again or go home.
I can walk now. I can drive. I have a job, that I sometimes hate. I even had two jobs. I have recovered farther than anyone thought I would.
And yes, I can't have children because my pelvis won't support a pregnancy.
And yes, I still have nightmares.
And yes, I've never been back to that cemetery.
And yes, I'm being sued by the guy that hit me.
But, I can walk. I can drive. I am still alive. And even when I begin to doubt that I would want to be, I am happy to be alive.
So, this Christmas, if you are feeling down for what reason or another think of this:
You can walk, you are alive. You have a roof, a bed, the internet (or you wouldn't be reading this), food to eat, etc.
You have things to be happy about, even when you think you don't.
This coming from someone who is always down this time of year. This coming from someone who detests the holidays for the memories they bring.
I am thankful.
So I'll make this short and sweet. Or as sweet as possible.
Even though Christmas is one of the worst depictions of Christian hypocrisy and I've long given up on it, today was better than most and for that I'm grateful.
I have many things to be grateful for, though sometimes its hard to remember that.
Two years ago, I was trapped in the hotel for Christmas. A half hour away from my family, away from home. My lower half mangled from that horrific car accident. My wonderful grandmother-in-law, who has stood by my side from the beginning, helped me out for Christmas Eve. She and Donnie helped me, in my wheel chair to her house, only for a couple hours. But it was so worth all the pain and discomfort.
I suppose, when she asked me what the best Christmas present I ever received was, I should've said that moment. When I thought I was going to have to miss Christmas too. When I had already been stuck there since Halloween (and before that two weeks in the hospital). When I was already beginning to lose faith that I would ever get to walk again or go home.
I can walk now. I can drive. I have a job, that I sometimes hate. I even had two jobs. I have recovered farther than anyone thought I would.
And yes, I can't have children because my pelvis won't support a pregnancy.
And yes, I still have nightmares.
And yes, I've never been back to that cemetery.
And yes, I'm being sued by the guy that hit me.
But, I can walk. I can drive. I am still alive. And even when I begin to doubt that I would want to be, I am happy to be alive.
So, this Christmas, if you are feeling down for what reason or another think of this:
You can walk, you are alive. You have a roof, a bed, the internet (or you wouldn't be reading this), food to eat, etc.
You have things to be happy about, even when you think you don't.
This coming from someone who is always down this time of year. This coming from someone who detests the holidays for the memories they bring.
I am thankful.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
The Holocaust Memorial Museum
At the Gates of Auschwitz
What is to become of us if no one reads our names or counts the shoes we left behind?
What is to become of us if no one dares remember the torture or the anguish?
What is to become of those who died before us? Those that died with us?
What is to become of us when young women and young men forget the meaning of bravery?
What is to become of us when little girls and little boys grow up not knowing the truth?
I saw her face in the tower of pictures. Her face was almost mine. Few subtle differences and we could've been sisters. A gypsy's face in a sea of faces, all lost to ignorance and blind hatred. All lost in a sea of broken humanity. My fate could've been her's if we were to switch places. And that knowledge is like a punch in the throat. I can't breathe when I look at her. I can't think anything except that she could've been me.
Standing at the gates of Auschwitz, I hesitate. I don't want to feel what I am feeling. This place is full of ghosts. Not the ghosts of stories or movies, the intangible that frighten us with their intangibility. These are real people pressing against me, real faces staring blankly at me. These are real people whose genitals have been sewn shut and whose brains are exposed to high pressure winds. These are real people who are tortured and gassed and tattooed like cattle. These are real children that are starved and mutilated in the name of science, in the name of Aryan science.
These are the faces of the Holocaust. The Jews, the Gypsys, the Homosexuals, the Catholic priests and nuns, the disabled and mentally handicapped. Those who believed differently, those who believed in equality and fought for the lives of others. These are the faces of those who stood up while the whole world held its breath and twiddled its thumbs. These faces could have been mine or yours.
If no one smells the death and the fear, if no one reads the names, if no one stands up when everyone else is sitting down, what becomes of them? What becomes of us? Could we be as brave? Could we face those who were murdered for our silence?
If there is no one left to remember, what becomes of us?
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This was inspired by my walk through the Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington DC.
While in DC I took my notebook everywhere, so I could remember everything to blog it later. I took a lot of pictures and videos too, to keep track, to remember.
I am proud that I still have the ability to feel. Even remembering what I saw and heard, what I read and witnessed, second hand, makes my stomach churn and my eyes fill with tears.
If we all turn blind eyes to atrocities and prejudices what becomes of us?
Some of the things I wrote in my notebook while walking the museum:
* The museum is full of ghosts, but not the kind you find in stories or movies. These ghosts have a heavy presence because of the photos. Their faces stay, even after the photos are gone.
* Standing at the gates of Auschwitz while listening to recordings of the dead and their stories. (They weren't actual gates, they were doors to one of the many buildings in Auschwitz, but my feeling was that of standing before Auschwitz in winter, feeling chilled and horrified)
* Could I ever be so brave?
* What happens if no one reads the names or counts the shoes?
The thing that inspired me most was this exhibit that was nothing but shoes. This exhibit was on loan from a Poland museum. It was one of the most horrifyingly devastatingly real exhibits I've ever experienced. You could smell the death, the fear, the sweat and blood. It made everything so horrifyingly real. I don't think I've ever felt something punch me so hard in the stomach and the heart.
Sometimes we become so desensitized to violence and gore because of the books, music and movies that we have now-a-days. Things become so surreal to us at that point. We don't believe it is real, even though we know it is. And that was so real to me. Seeing those shoes, those empty shoes. Smelling them. Being so close I could've reached out and touched them. Little children wore those shoes. Pregnant women and old men wore those shoes. Before they were brutally killed or tortured or experimented on.
The other thing that inspired me was the small poem that was above the shoes. It is by Moishe Shulstein, a Yiddish poet. It is titled "I Saw a Mountain."
"We are the shoes, we are the last witnesses.
We are shoes from grandchildren and grandfathers,
From Prague, Paris and Amsterdam,
And because we are only made of fabric and leather
And not of blood and flesh, each one of us avoided the hellfire."
The most frightening thing that I learned, aside from the experimentation on prisoners (which I knew a good portion of), was the fact that Germany (and consequently Hitler) was emulating the racist policies in the United States. Especially the Jim Crow laws. They began to mark benches and fountains to separate Jews from Aryans.
Other frightening things were the forced sterilizations and euthanasia of people, most of them weren't even Jewish or disabled. Most of them were regular Germans. Even though the program was originally created to prevent the population of Jews and mentally challenged people.
The last thing I would like to post here (I will probably blog about this more on a future date) is a little poem by Yevgeny Yevtushenko, a Russian poet.
"The wild grasses rustle over Babi Yar.
The trees look ominous,
like judges.
Here all things scream silently,
and, baring my head,
slowly I feel myself
turning gray.
And I myself
am one massive, soundless scream
above the thousand thousand buried here."
What is to become of us if no one reads our names or counts the shoes we left behind?
What is to become of us if no one dares remember the torture or the anguish?
What is to become of those who died before us? Those that died with us?
What is to become of us when young women and young men forget the meaning of bravery?
What is to become of us when little girls and little boys grow up not knowing the truth?
I saw her face in the tower of pictures. Her face was almost mine. Few subtle differences and we could've been sisters. A gypsy's face in a sea of faces, all lost to ignorance and blind hatred. All lost in a sea of broken humanity. My fate could've been her's if we were to switch places. And that knowledge is like a punch in the throat. I can't breathe when I look at her. I can't think anything except that she could've been me.
Standing at the gates of Auschwitz, I hesitate. I don't want to feel what I am feeling. This place is full of ghosts. Not the ghosts of stories or movies, the intangible that frighten us with their intangibility. These are real people pressing against me, real faces staring blankly at me. These are real people whose genitals have been sewn shut and whose brains are exposed to high pressure winds. These are real people who are tortured and gassed and tattooed like cattle. These are real children that are starved and mutilated in the name of science, in the name of Aryan science.
These are the faces of the Holocaust. The Jews, the Gypsys, the Homosexuals, the Catholic priests and nuns, the disabled and mentally handicapped. Those who believed differently, those who believed in equality and fought for the lives of others. These are the faces of those who stood up while the whole world held its breath and twiddled its thumbs. These faces could have been mine or yours.
If no one smells the death and the fear, if no one reads the names, if no one stands up when everyone else is sitting down, what becomes of them? What becomes of us? Could we be as brave? Could we face those who were murdered for our silence?
If there is no one left to remember, what becomes of us?
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This was inspired by my walk through the Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington DC.
While in DC I took my notebook everywhere, so I could remember everything to blog it later. I took a lot of pictures and videos too, to keep track, to remember.
I am proud that I still have the ability to feel. Even remembering what I saw and heard, what I read and witnessed, second hand, makes my stomach churn and my eyes fill with tears.
If we all turn blind eyes to atrocities and prejudices what becomes of us?
Some of the things I wrote in my notebook while walking the museum:
* The museum is full of ghosts, but not the kind you find in stories or movies. These ghosts have a heavy presence because of the photos. Their faces stay, even after the photos are gone.
* Standing at the gates of Auschwitz while listening to recordings of the dead and their stories. (They weren't actual gates, they were doors to one of the many buildings in Auschwitz, but my feeling was that of standing before Auschwitz in winter, feeling chilled and horrified)
* Could I ever be so brave?
* What happens if no one reads the names or counts the shoes?
The thing that inspired me most was this exhibit that was nothing but shoes. This exhibit was on loan from a Poland museum. It was one of the most horrifyingly devastatingly real exhibits I've ever experienced. You could smell the death, the fear, the sweat and blood. It made everything so horrifyingly real. I don't think I've ever felt something punch me so hard in the stomach and the heart.
Sometimes we become so desensitized to violence and gore because of the books, music and movies that we have now-a-days. Things become so surreal to us at that point. We don't believe it is real, even though we know it is. And that was so real to me. Seeing those shoes, those empty shoes. Smelling them. Being so close I could've reached out and touched them. Little children wore those shoes. Pregnant women and old men wore those shoes. Before they were brutally killed or tortured or experimented on.
The other thing that inspired me was the small poem that was above the shoes. It is by Moishe Shulstein, a Yiddish poet. It is titled "I Saw a Mountain."
"We are the shoes, we are the last witnesses.
We are shoes from grandchildren and grandfathers,
From Prague, Paris and Amsterdam,
And because we are only made of fabric and leather
And not of blood and flesh, each one of us avoided the hellfire."
The most frightening thing that I learned, aside from the experimentation on prisoners (which I knew a good portion of), was the fact that Germany (and consequently Hitler) was emulating the racist policies in the United States. Especially the Jim Crow laws. They began to mark benches and fountains to separate Jews from Aryans.
Other frightening things were the forced sterilizations and euthanasia of people, most of them weren't even Jewish or disabled. Most of them were regular Germans. Even though the program was originally created to prevent the population of Jews and mentally challenged people.
The last thing I would like to post here (I will probably blog about this more on a future date) is a little poem by Yevgeny Yevtushenko, a Russian poet.
"The wild grasses rustle over Babi Yar.
The trees look ominous,
like judges.
Here all things scream silently,
and, baring my head,
slowly I feel myself
turning gray.
And I myself
am one massive, soundless scream
above the thousand thousand buried here."
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Albania Week (Day Four)
Let's look at some fashion from Albania, shall we? That sounds like fun!
This particular piece was designed by an Albanian designer called Mimi in 2008 for the Albanian fashion week.
This piece is also from 2008. It is by a designer named Rezarta Skifteri.
This one is by Geraldina Sposa from last year.
He popped up on my picture search and I realized he had some gorgeous eyes and was pretty damn smexy... therefore, he is here specifically because he is hot. That is all.
This particular piece was designed specifically for pregnant women (and the men that can't get enough of pregnant bellies) by Merita Tocila two years ago.
And I know absolutely nothing about this particular dress other than it was published in an article on Daily Times Pakistan!
This particular piece was designed by an Albanian designer called Mimi in 2008 for the Albanian fashion week.
This piece is also from 2008. It is by a designer named Rezarta Skifteri.
This one is by Geraldina Sposa from last year.
He popped up on my picture search and I realized he had some gorgeous eyes and was pretty damn smexy... therefore, he is here specifically because he is hot. That is all.
This particular piece was designed specifically for pregnant women (and the men that can't get enough of pregnant bellies) by Merita Tocila two years ago.
And I know absolutely nothing about this particular dress other than it was published in an article on Daily Times Pakistan!
Monday, August 29, 2011
Sick Nurses
Pretty much everything I'm going to say about this movie is a spoiler, therefore, if you have any interest in watching this Thai horror film you might refrain from reading about it. Unless you really want to see it after reading about it.
We begin with a not quite thoroughly explained premise. That being that the nurses and doctor are making their living from selling dead bodies on the black market. We only get a hint in that the main character is murdered shortly after threatening to tell the police how they "make their living" from dead bodies.
Each nurse has a vice of some sort. And each vice is used against them in the end.
First we have the murdered girl herself, Tahwaan, who is actually *SPOILER* a homosexual man who fell in love with Doctor Tar (the only other man in this whole film) and had a sex change to be with him. *END SPOILER*
Then we have the murdered girl's sister, Nook, who is *SPOILER* pregnant with the doctor's baby after a sexual rendezvous in a place full of corpses that her brother/sister watched because she was going to surprise the doctor.*END SPOILER*
Next we have Am and Orn who are twins in love with each other. They even have a lamp that has Narcissus written on it. Narcissus is a character from Greek Mythology who fell in love with his own reflection and wasted away because he couldn't bear to leave it. The incestuous feelings the sisters have for each other is very apparent in their scene on a bed.
Next is Yim who is determined to have a perfect Vitruvian based body. She has a projector that she turns on and then uses a marker to mark what needs to be fixed on her body. She is constantly working out trying to be perfect.
Then there is Jo who is bulimic and constantly eating because of it. There is one scene where she is brushing her teeth and there is a half eaten donut on her counter. She can't resist it, so she eats it with all the toothpaste foaming in her mouth. Of course it doesn't matter, she'll throw it up and then weigh it later. Bulimia is terrifying enough without weighing your own vomit to see how much you threw up compared to how much you ate.
Lastly there is Aeh. Ah, Aeh. She is obsessed with beautiful material goods. So much so that one of her punishments is having her beautiful handbag sewn to her head and neck.
Oh and how could I forget good Doctor Tar? The master of mayhem in this movie all because he didn't keep his promise to Tahwaan and slept with every single nurse. Feeding their various addictions and obsessions. Well, and in the case of Jo, literally feeding her.
Best Scene
Nook is standing on a long square spiral staircase and suddenly all these faceless people with gas masks made of hair flood the stair case on either side so that she can't escape. And what does she do? What does our brave heroine do to escape this clearly inescapable situation?
That's right ladies and gentleman, she whips out that pregnancy test and begins fighting off this horde with it like its a fucking knife. Seriously, I've never seen such a hilarious scene in a movie, my entire life! Who uses a fucking pregnancy test (a USED pregnancy test no less) to defend against a zombie like horde?
Second Best Scene
Am and Orn's arms are being controlled by Tahwaan so that they are sawing off all of Orn's limbs in a lovely tub filling with blood. The look on Orn's face is as if she had just won a trip to DisneyLand. And right after I made that joke we all noticed that Am was wearing sparkly Mickey Mouse earrings.
And that look doesn't leave Orn's face until she is completely dismembered and drowning in a pool of her own blood.
Third Best Scene
Aeh getting beheaded by her purse. I'm not saying anymore than that.
Worst Scene
Where Jo makes her slop that she uses to make herself vomit (because she is bulimic) and she then throws up in a bag and WEIGHS IT! Not to mention she is starving her cat as well.
Second Worst Scene
Jo's demise. Seriously, aborted babies in formaldehyde flying into the gaping and bloody maw of a jawless woman and kittens eating tongues is the stuff of nightmares. Not mine, of course, but somebody's somewhere.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
In the Heart of the Mediterranean
Just for shiggles (also known as shits and giggles), I've decided to blog about a special country, carefully chosen, for this week.
This week's country is Albania. That's right kids, Albania! This week's country was specially chosen by Phil. Thank you, Phil.
Albania, as it's official website claims, is in the heart of the Mediterranean. It is considered a part of the European continent and is actually rich with history and beauty. More so than you would think. Poor Albania is one of those forgotten countries, a lot of the time.
And to start off Albania Week, I have decided to present some delicious recipes. Apparently, Albania has a thing for meat dishes, because the very first page of recipes I looked at were all meat related. I did manage to find a recipe for a Spinach Pie and a Walnut Cake. For my culturally involved audience, I present this interesting recipe for Spinach Pie first.
Spinach Pie (Byrek me Spinaq)
1 cup oil, preferably olive oil
1 1/2 packets (or about 30) pastry leaves (Filo dough)
1 1/2 pounds spinach, chopped
1 cup diced feta cheese
1/2 cup chopped green onions
2 eggs
salt, half teaspoon
( NOTE: A medium-sized, round baking pan is recommended because it's more authentic but any medium-sized baking pan will do).
Brush the baking pan with some of the oil, and start laying the pastry leaves inside. First, lay two leaves, sprinkle or brush with oil, then lay two other leaves, and repeat the procedure until half of the leaves are laid. Make sure that they cover the pan by hanging them about one inch over the edges of the pan.
Sprinkle spinach with salt, then mix well by hand. Add the feta cheese, oil, onions, eggs and salt, and spread this mixture over the already laid pastry leaves. Finish by covering the spinach with the rest of the pastry leaves repeating the first-half procedure and then roll the hanging edges of the bottom leaves over the pie (think of a pizza crust), sprinkle top with oil and bake moderately at 3501_F for about 45 minutes, or until golden brown. Serve hot, accompanied with buttermilk, or beaten yogurt, thinned down in cold water or with chilled stewed prunes. Sometimes a green salad adds to the meal!
Serves 4-6.
Walnut Cake
Ingredients
Cake
1/2 cup butter, at room temperature
3/4 cup Sugar
2 eggs, lightly beaten
1/3 cup plain yogurt
1/3 cup buttermilk (or additional 1/3 cup yogurt)
2 cups flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1 tablespoon freshly grated lemon rind
1 cup walnuts, toasted and finely chopped
Glaze
3/4 cup water
1 cup Sugar
1 cinnamon stick (or 1/2 tsp ground cinnamon)
1/4 cup fresh lemon juice
1/4 teaspoon ground allspice
1 dash ground cloves
Directions
Preheat oven to 350 °F.
cream together the butter and Sugar until light and fluffy, and then mix in the eggs.
Blend the yogurt with the buttermilk.
Sift together the cake dry ingredients and add them alternating with the yogurt mixture into the egg mixture.
Stir in the lemon rind and walnuts.
Pour the batter into a buttered 9X13 baking pan and bake for 30–40 minutes until a toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean. The cake will still be moist.
Make the glaze by simmering together all the ingredients, covered, for about 15 minutes.
Remove the cinnamon stick.
When the cake is done, remove it from the oven, turn off the oven, pour the glaze over the hot cake and return it to the oven for about 10 minutes.
Cut the cake into squares and serve it warm or cool.
Throughout this week expect to see blogs about Albanian fashion, fun facts, music and other interesting (and slightly random) things!
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Sarai's Crazy Texts
My friends and I have some very odd conversations, text wise. Some we have in person, but they aren't always as hilarious. So, for your viewing pleasure here are some of the crazy texts my friends and I have had.
Me: Communist.
11:27PM Thu, 13 January
My Brother: Liberal :P
12:27AM Fri, 14 January
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K: You only get married once (hypothetically) lol. If a wedding isn't something that is important to you, I say go for it. BUT!!! If even a fraction of you wants a wedding, big or small, I would wait. You could end up resenting your spouse later on, ruining your marriage and causing you to join the circus. I've seen it a hundred times. Also: I happen to be a great wedding singer. I do all Whitney Houston songs, and my rate is low.
12:23PM Thu, 14 July
Me: Well the thinking is that we get married @ the courthouse, then save for a real wedding later on. Also, joining the circus doesn't seem so bad.
12:29PM Thu, 14 July
Me: You are a wedding singer?
12:30PM
K: Ahhh well that doesn't sound too bad. Provided you're ready to be married. Never rush into a decision you have your entire life to make. Am I a wedding singer?
Inside: yes.
Professionally: no.
Your wedding would be my debut.
12:36PM
Me: Whitney Houston is your specialty? I don't think we are rushing. We will have been together 3 years by our chosen wedding date. We've been engaged a year.
12:45PM
K: Yes. I feel like Whitney really gets me. Then I say go for it! Just remember to send me an invitation!
12:48PM
Me: You're wanting to sing at the Monroe County Courthouse on September 1st? Lol.
12:51PM
K: No no.. At a real wedding.
1:03PM
Me: Lol. I know, I was teasing. I will send you an invite someday. I am sure that you will receive many invitations to sing after your debut.
1:07PM
K: Thats a given.
1:08PM
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Phil: Hi parch i mean sarai
9:00PM Thu, 13 January
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Me: Are you working tomorrow?
1:29PM Thu, 14 July
K: Yessum.
1:29PM
Me: I work as well. 2 - 6. POS in fact. I am taking a shift for H. Is he okay? He has been acting strangely. He seemed really down yesterday.
1:33PM
K: No idea. He was over here the other night. Maybe he's pregnant.
1:33PM
Me: That's true. He has been eating a lot of pickles and ice cream.
1:34PM
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Phil: chicken butt sex!!! omg!
2:15PM Sat, 29 January
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K: What is her number again?
10:09PM Wed, 10 August
Me: Why do you always lose her number?
10:55PM Wed, 10 August
K: Hahaha i just never save it.
11:13PM
Me: Silly goose.
11:14PM
K: If I am a bird, I would be an owl. Or an eagle. Or a wolf!!! Muahahaha!
11:19PM
Me: Wolves are not birds!
11:20PM
K: I know.. I got carried away.
11:21PM
Me: Noticed. At least you aren't an acid spraying honey badger?
11:23PM
K: Indeed. Badgers are rude.
11:27PM
Me: Quite.
11:29PM
~
Phil: Anything exciting happening today?
2:00PM Sun, 13 February
Me: The entire state decided to divorce Illinois and move back to live with its mother Montana. Other than that no.
2:04PM Sun, 13 February
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Fawn: The highlight of my night. Trent reading porn titles off the TV. We are laughing hysterically...
12:36AM Tue, 29 March
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K: Twainism is a religion I would follow without hesitation.
8:31 PM Mon, 02 May
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Zach: God, your such a tease:p
10:50PM Fri, 03 June
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Me: K. I am drunk texting you. Lol
10:40PM Fri, 15 April
Me: I love alcohol. Tee hee
10:48PM
K: I love you.
10:54PM
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SJ: Hows it hanging ?
9:55PM Wed, 09 March
Me: Free and happy?
9:56PM Wed, 09 March
SJ: Lol tell donny I said to put some pants on
9:56PM
Me: Communist.
11:27PM Thu, 13 January
My Brother: Liberal :P
12:27AM Fri, 14 January
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K: You only get married once (hypothetically) lol. If a wedding isn't something that is important to you, I say go for it. BUT!!! If even a fraction of you wants a wedding, big or small, I would wait. You could end up resenting your spouse later on, ruining your marriage and causing you to join the circus. I've seen it a hundred times. Also: I happen to be a great wedding singer. I do all Whitney Houston songs, and my rate is low.
12:23PM Thu, 14 July
Me: Well the thinking is that we get married @ the courthouse, then save for a real wedding later on. Also, joining the circus doesn't seem so bad.
12:29PM Thu, 14 July
Me: You are a wedding singer?
12:30PM
K: Ahhh well that doesn't sound too bad. Provided you're ready to be married. Never rush into a decision you have your entire life to make. Am I a wedding singer?
Inside: yes.
Professionally: no.
Your wedding would be my debut.
12:36PM
Me: Whitney Houston is your specialty? I don't think we are rushing. We will have been together 3 years by our chosen wedding date. We've been engaged a year.
12:45PM
K: Yes. I feel like Whitney really gets me. Then I say go for it! Just remember to send me an invitation!
12:48PM
Me: You're wanting to sing at the Monroe County Courthouse on September 1st? Lol.
12:51PM
K: No no.. At a real wedding.
1:03PM
Me: Lol. I know, I was teasing. I will send you an invite someday. I am sure that you will receive many invitations to sing after your debut.
1:07PM
K: Thats a given.
1:08PM
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Phil: Hi parch i mean sarai
9:00PM Thu, 13 January
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Me: Are you working tomorrow?
1:29PM Thu, 14 July
K: Yessum.
1:29PM
Me: I work as well. 2 - 6. POS in fact. I am taking a shift for H. Is he okay? He has been acting strangely. He seemed really down yesterday.
1:33PM
K: No idea. He was over here the other night. Maybe he's pregnant.
1:33PM
Me: That's true. He has been eating a lot of pickles and ice cream.
1:34PM
~
Phil: chicken butt sex!!! omg!
2:15PM Sat, 29 January
~
K: What is her number again?
10:09PM Wed, 10 August
Me: Why do you always lose her number?
10:55PM Wed, 10 August
K: Hahaha i just never save it.
11:13PM
Me: Silly goose.
11:14PM
K: If I am a bird, I would be an owl. Or an eagle. Or a wolf!!! Muahahaha!
11:19PM
Me: Wolves are not birds!
11:20PM
K: I know.. I got carried away.
11:21PM
Me: Noticed. At least you aren't an acid spraying honey badger?
11:23PM
K: Indeed. Badgers are rude.
11:27PM
Me: Quite.
11:29PM
~
Phil: Anything exciting happening today?
2:00PM Sun, 13 February
Me: The entire state decided to divorce Illinois and move back to live with its mother Montana. Other than that no.
2:04PM Sun, 13 February
~
Fawn: The highlight of my night. Trent reading porn titles off the TV. We are laughing hysterically...
12:36AM Tue, 29 March
~
K: Twainism is a religion I would follow without hesitation.
8:31 PM Mon, 02 May
~
Zach: God, your such a tease:p
10:50PM Fri, 03 June
~
Me: K. I am drunk texting you. Lol
10:40PM Fri, 15 April
Me: I love alcohol. Tee hee
10:48PM
K: I love you.
10:54PM
~
SJ: Hows it hanging ?
9:55PM Wed, 09 March
Me: Free and happy?
9:56PM Wed, 09 March
SJ: Lol tell donny I said to put some pants on
9:56PM
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Shinwa
Current mood: Angsty
Voila! Your song of the day is by Rentrer en Soi (a J-Rock band) and it is called "Shinwa". It is very pretty and calming, I think anyway.
NEWS
Bacon Soap! http://www.perpetualkid.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWPROD&ProdID=3843
A guy in Edinburgh, Scotland got his arm bitten by an Angel Shark. How is this possible? Well, he worked at an aquarium.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2009/oct/18/shark-bites-aquarium-worker
This is amusing and frightening... http://www.buzzfeed.com/mjs538/a-collection-of-pre-1930-awkward-family-photos/
A lawyer got to sit in jail for a day for being in contempt of court for asking a murder victim's mother if her daughter was a stripper.
http://blog.al.com/spotnews/2009/10/birmingham_lawyer_ordered_to_j.html
A 12-year-old girl dies after being in labor for 3 days. She bled to death and her baby died also. She was only a year younger than my sister.
http://www.cnn.com/2009/HEALTH/09/14/yemen.childbirth.death/index.html
Women in Somalia are being forced to remove their bras and shake their breasts and then are publicly flogged for being "deceptive".
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1220864/Whipped-wearing-deceptive-bra-Hardline-Islamists-Somalia-publicly-flog-women-sharia-crackdown.html
An 83 year old man allegedly shot at his son for refusing to stop drumming.
http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/custom/offbeat/sns-ap-us-odd-drumbeat-dispute,0,2360964.story?track=rss
Voila! Your song of the day is by Rentrer en Soi (a J-Rock band) and it is called "Shinwa". It is very pretty and calming, I think anyway.
NEWS
Bacon Soap! http://www.perpetualkid.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWPROD&ProdID=3843
A guy in Edinburgh, Scotland got his arm bitten by an Angel Shark. How is this possible? Well, he worked at an aquarium.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2009/oct/18/shark-bites-aquarium-worker
This is amusing and frightening... http://www.buzzfeed.com/mjs538/a-collection-of-pre-1930-awkward-family-photos/
A lawyer got to sit in jail for a day for being in contempt of court for asking a murder victim's mother if her daughter was a stripper.
http://blog.al.com/spotnews/2009/10/birmingham_lawyer_ordered_to_j.html
A 12-year-old girl dies after being in labor for 3 days. She bled to death and her baby died also. She was only a year younger than my sister.
http://www.cnn.com/2009/HEALTH/09/14/yemen.childbirth.death/index.html
Women in Somalia are being forced to remove their bras and shake their breasts and then are publicly flogged for being "deceptive".
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1220864/Whipped-wearing-deceptive-bra-Hardline-Islamists-Somalia-publicly-flog-women-sharia-crackdown.html
An 83 year old man allegedly shot at his son for refusing to stop drumming.
http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/custom/offbeat/sns-ap-us-odd-drumbeat-dispute,0,2360964.story?track=rss
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Goodbye, My Heart
Current mood: Blah
Okay a bit of a depressing song today, but I love it. Goodbye My Heart by Jisun is your song of the day. It has English Subs so you can actually understand what she is saying!
Now onto your news of the day which is going to go a little something like this:
7 Sex tips that can actually put your man in the hospital... and Cosmo is the one telling you to do it!!
http://www.cracked.com/article/156_7-sex-tips-from-cosmo-that-will-put-you-in-hospital/?virgin
A North Carolina Church is going to be holding a "book burning" of "Satan" books. These so called "Satan Books" are going to include books by Mother Theresa, Billy Graham, the Pope, as well as several versions of the Bible that they believe to be "Satan Bibles". What the hell?
http://rawstory.com/2009/10/n-c-church-to-burn-satans-books-including-works-of-mother-theresa/
An eight-month pregnant stripper gets probation for attacking a fellow "exotic dancer" with a stilletto heel. She claims it was in self-defense.
http://www.ohio.com/news/64087222.html
World's Most Interesting and Needless Facts!! Enjoy! http://cbs4denver.com/slideshows/bizarre.facts.20.1243030.html
A woman was gored by a male deer after trying to pet it!!
http://cbs4denver.com/local/woman.gored.deer.2.1245857.html
And this is just strange!
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/art/art-news/6319258/Church-art-exhibition-includes-crucified-ape-and-black-Jesus-on-electric-chair.html
And that's all for today... Go check out my massive video upload on youtube!! www.youtube.com/saraicrazyshow
OUT like leopard print pants.
Okay a bit of a depressing song today, but I love it. Goodbye My Heart by Jisun is your song of the day. It has English Subs so you can actually understand what she is saying!
Now onto your news of the day which is going to go a little something like this:
7 Sex tips that can actually put your man in the hospital... and Cosmo is the one telling you to do it!!
http://www.cracked.com/article/156_7-sex-tips-from-cosmo-that-will-put-you-in-hospital/?virgin
A North Carolina Church is going to be holding a "book burning" of "Satan" books. These so called "Satan Books" are going to include books by Mother Theresa, Billy Graham, the Pope, as well as several versions of the Bible that they believe to be "Satan Bibles". What the hell?
http://rawstory.com/2009/10/n-c-church-to-burn-satans-books-including-works-of-mother-theresa/
An eight-month pregnant stripper gets probation for attacking a fellow "exotic dancer" with a stilletto heel. She claims it was in self-defense.
http://www.ohio.com/news/64087222.html
World's Most Interesting and Needless Facts!! Enjoy! http://cbs4denver.com/slideshows/bizarre.facts.20.1243030.html
A woman was gored by a male deer after trying to pet it!!
http://cbs4denver.com/local/woman.gored.deer.2.1245857.html
And this is just strange!
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/art/art-news/6319258/Church-art-exhibition-includes-crucified-ape-and-black-Jesus-on-electric-chair.html
And that's all for today... Go check out my massive video upload on youtube!! www.youtube.com/saraicrazyshow
OUT like leopard print pants.
Monday, August 17, 2009
News of the Day (08/17/2009)
Current mood: Apathetic
Haven't done the news in a while and felt like I should.
So here it is. Your news of the day!
In Manchester, N.H. a 1,224-pound triple vanilla cupcake with pink frosting has set a record as the world's largest. It took 800 eggs, and 200lbs of sugar and flour to make this. I just have to say, they could've used those eggs, sugar and flour to make healthy meals for starving people in Africa or here in the USA, but no, let's make a 1,224lb cupcake. And while we're at it, let's sell slices of it to people for charity. What charity you may ask? The Susan G. Komen for the Cure breast cancer organization. Which, granted is a good cause, but seriously? It couldn't go to a Starving People fund or something?
( http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32438528/ns/us_news-weird_news/?GT1=43001 )
Apparently there is a Tunisian Woman who is pregnant with 12 (TWELVE!) babies. She is ecstatic, as is her husband, though everyone is saying that the babies will most likely not survive. That she will have to deliver at 20 weeks, which is far too early for any baby to survive. The woman is basically not even going to be able to move, she will need to be put on bed-rest.
( http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1207158/Tunisian-woman-pregnant-12-babies-smash-record-octuplets-mother.html )
A man in Japan has been arrested for throwing his own poop at women from his motorcycle. He turned himself in after throwing a big handful of his own shit at two different women. How did he do it? He relieved himself outside and apparently kept it to throw. Talk about a shitty day!
( http://blogs.app.com/saywhat/2009/08/17/man-throws-his-feces-at-women-from-moped/ )
A woman gave birth to her baby on the pavement in front of the hospital. This was after the ER told her that they wouldn't send an ambulance to pick her up because it wasn't an "emergency". She was told to walk the 100 meters (roughly 109.36 yards) to the hospital. The baby and mom are fine, according to the article, though the baby was born with it's umbilical cord around it's neck.
( http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1207151/Woman-gives-birth-pavement-refused-ambulance.html )
Some 14-year-olds broke into a woman's house and stole a camera and some bank cards. But this is not what upset the woman. What upset the woman, a Mrs. Jenni Weaver, was the fact that the teenagers took an urn containing her miscarried baby's ashes and played catch with it before dumping said ashes all over her house.
( http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1207183/Teenage-burglars-play-catch-ashes-miscarried-baby-scattering-them.html )
And last, a woman is selling her husband's tomb (with him still buried in it) to pay off her mortgage. Her husband's tomb is directly above Marilyn Monroe's. She is promising to move his body to what was supposed to be her burial plot, once it is bought. Currently the bidding is at 2.3 Million DOLLARS!
( http://www.reuters.com/article/oddlyEnoughNews/idUSTRE57G2YH20090817?feedType=RSS&feedName=oddlyEnoughNews )
And that is your news of the day!
Haven't done the news in a while and felt like I should.
So here it is. Your news of the day!
In Manchester, N.H. a 1,224-pound triple vanilla cupcake with pink frosting has set a record as the world's largest. It took 800 eggs, and 200lbs of sugar and flour to make this. I just have to say, they could've used those eggs, sugar and flour to make healthy meals for starving people in Africa or here in the USA, but no, let's make a 1,224lb cupcake. And while we're at it, let's sell slices of it to people for charity. What charity you may ask? The Susan G. Komen for the Cure breast cancer organization. Which, granted is a good cause, but seriously? It couldn't go to a Starving People fund or something?
( http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32438528/ns/us_news-weird_news/?GT1=43001 )
Apparently there is a Tunisian Woman who is pregnant with 12 (TWELVE!) babies. She is ecstatic, as is her husband, though everyone is saying that the babies will most likely not survive. That she will have to deliver at 20 weeks, which is far too early for any baby to survive. The woman is basically not even going to be able to move, she will need to be put on bed-rest.
( http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1207158/Tunisian-woman-pregnant-12-babies-smash-record-octuplets-mother.html )
A man in Japan has been arrested for throwing his own poop at women from his motorcycle. He turned himself in after throwing a big handful of his own shit at two different women. How did he do it? He relieved himself outside and apparently kept it to throw. Talk about a shitty day!
( http://blogs.app.com/saywhat/2009/08/17/man-throws-his-feces-at-women-from-moped/ )
A woman gave birth to her baby on the pavement in front of the hospital. This was after the ER told her that they wouldn't send an ambulance to pick her up because it wasn't an "emergency". She was told to walk the 100 meters (roughly 109.36 yards) to the hospital. The baby and mom are fine, according to the article, though the baby was born with it's umbilical cord around it's neck.
( http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1207151/Woman-gives-birth-pavement-refused-ambulance.html )
Some 14-year-olds broke into a woman's house and stole a camera and some bank cards. But this is not what upset the woman. What upset the woman, a Mrs. Jenni Weaver, was the fact that the teenagers took an urn containing her miscarried baby's ashes and played catch with it before dumping said ashes all over her house.
( http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1207183/Teenage-burglars-play-catch-ashes-miscarried-baby-scattering-them.html )
And last, a woman is selling her husband's tomb (with him still buried in it) to pay off her mortgage. Her husband's tomb is directly above Marilyn Monroe's. She is promising to move his body to what was supposed to be her burial plot, once it is bought. Currently the bidding is at 2.3 Million DOLLARS!
( http://www.reuters.com/article/oddlyEnoughNews/idUSTRE57G2YH20090817?feedType=RSS&feedName=oddlyEnoughNews )
And that is your news of the day!
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