I should really stop reading right before bed...seriously sometimes I have the most jacked up dreams because I read so much. But this time its different. I read before bed but I was reading Ever Shade (Dark Fairytale)...but my dream was about... Game of Thrones, WTH!?
Okay don't crucify me I know that's only the name of the first book but its the best way for me to reference it. I'm not finished all the books released so far, I'm about 1/3 way through "A Storm of Swords". I am waiting on it from the Library again. It expired on me and now I am on a waiting list, boo.
Onward to the dream of weirdness. So I was Arya...weird because I am MUCH older than that character in the books but she/I was older, like 18 (still WAY younger than I actually am). We discovered that the world of Starks and Lannisters was just another realm adjacent to the world we readers currently live in. We were at war with the other houses and Robb was leading us to safety in the other realm. I was with Jon, who happened to look like the actor from the HBO series, which is weird because I haven't watched the series but I have seen pictures and stills. I on the other hand looked nothing like Arya...I looked like me, long blonde hair, tan-ish and petite but in my head I was her. Our whole army of allies was making its way to the "portal" but what we didn't know at first was the other army was headed our way to battle us in the new Realm through another portal they discovered. We somehow found this out and while trying to prepare for this possible encounter the mother of dragons came up from behind with her army and her dragons, forcing us to rush through the portal. It was chaotic and bloody to say the least.
I was sword fighting back to back with my favorite big brother who was probably twice my size but I managed to keep up. At one point we stumbled through the portal, which functioned strangely similar to the bifrost bridge, into a world of amazement. We were in modern day New York. To my astonishment, I recognized this place. Jon thought I was crazy. He was in awe of the skyscrapers and the temperature, winter definitely wasn't coming here (stop laughing at me). I was trying to figure out why I seemed to know this place. I knew where to go and where the "strange" roads lead. Of course the people of New York were wigging out because a giant army of what looked like an ancient civilization just appeared in Central Park. Thankfully the other army and the dragons couldn't follow us for some reason so we were relatively safe for now.
There is a big chunk that is a blur but I know there was an enormous amount of fighting when we finally met up with the Lannisters and somehow mama and her dragons showed up. I was hurt, Robb died and our army was weary.
Then it switched gears a bit, it was still GoT but it turns out I wasn't Arya, I was a faery half breed that was sent into the other realm for my safety because people in our realm were trying to steal me and I wouldn't be safe in faery. So that explained why I looked nothing like my siblings and the real Arya was safe and being held by the Seelie court. Being fae also allowed me to communicate with the dragons which saved everyone from the fate of being BBQ'd. Everyone stopped fighting for whatever reason and when my memory block was removed I fell in love with Jon and woke up. I know that ending was rushed but there is much I cannot remember.
This is by far one of the most messed up and detailed dreams I have had recently. Its like a mix of Game of Thrones, some sort of Faery tale gone wrong and possibly some Thor/Avengers mixed in just for fun. I woke up laughing at myself because of the extreme level of weirdness. I mean I was a fae, living in a world of winter and war with a memory block that when removed caused me to fall in love with a guy who I thought was my brother while fighting a war that somehow contained dragons in New York...wow! I've had dreams based on books I was reading before but this one takes the cake.
Monday, December 16, 2013
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
A peach is a peach, a prune is a prune...
...I really need to trust my ideas.........va-va-......voom
Alright, I never claimed to be a poet *plfeet*. So my "peach" was a hit. Well I think it was...she told me she loved it so I feel like it was a success. Since its given I can say what it was...it was a homemade tutu. I made it with light green, light purple, light pink and white tulle and BRIGHT skinny coordinating ribbon. It looked fairy-esc, which is totally me! I love girly things but like I said before I am not all pink ribbons and bows and I don't think that should by any means be forced on lil ones.
Where did this come from you may be wondering. Well a friend of mine posted this video about GoldieBlox. I LOVED it. I mean just absolutely adored it because it shows girls doing engineering type building "experiments". Something I do agree we do not encourage our young ladies to do enough. What irritated me is my friends caption for the video. It said something along the lines of stop buying everything pink for little girls. My question is, why blame pink?
I am certainly not a huge fan of pink...I never have been, I am more of a purple/blue kind of girl. But just because a girl is girly doesn't mean she can't be interested in science or engineering. I mean GoldieBlox stuff is actually mostly light pink, yellow and purple, stereotypical girl colors. So her comment pisses me off. It's not the color, its the message. When I was five I got my first "kiddie" microscope, a few years later I got a much nicer one and I freaking loved it. I caught and released critters, played (hard) outside, built with Legos and created domino rally runs. All considered "boy" activities. But I also wore frilly outfits (mom made), had baby dolls and took dancing. My point is I was very girly by most standards yet I am and always will be a science nerd. I love science, I love science fiction, I love knowing how things are made and how inventors come up with their ideas.
What I am trying to say is people/parents need to stop blaming everyone else for creating future women. Ladies and gents, it is YOUR job to encourage your daughter. Just because it is something boyish doesn't mean a girl cannot play with it. Expose your daughters to science/engineering and see if she likes it. If she doesn't that is okay, it is not everyone's cup of tea. Yes, I know there is a stereotype that females can't or aren't qualified enough for those types of jobs/futures but that stereotype is there because of us. Because our society at some point decided women were inferior in intelligence. We all know this isn't true but its up to YOU to mold the next generation. My mom NEVER discouraged me from being me, if anything she encouraged me to be different. If I showed interest in something she let me explore it, if I got bored with it we moved on...if I showed more interest I got more exposure to it. And no I did not come from a family with money so I wasn't able to just do whatever I wanted but she was always very supportive. And yes people tried to put me in a "girly" box. For birthdays I would get things like "girl talk", pink everything, barbies and baby alive type toys. I liked that stuff enough but I remember one year a boy in my class gave me a bug/critter catch and release kit and it was my favorite thing. He clearly understood me and we were best buds, till he went to another school :(.
In other news, this goes for boys too! Stereotypes go both ways!!!!! I know a boy playing with dolls is a big no no in our society but what is the big freaking deal??? Kids should be allowed to like whatever they want without parents being afraid it might "turn them gay". I played with trucks, he-man and GI-Joe...it didn't change the outcome of who I am. Come on people, it is 2013, we all should know by now playing with barbies wont make a boy like other boys just like playing with trucks wont make a girl like other girls. You can beat "masculine" things into your boys all you want...but if they are going to be gay, they are going to be gay, deal with it and quit creating more flipping stereotypes! With that said not all homosexual men are "girly" and not all lesbians are "boyish", staaaaahp it right now!
Back to the subject matter, quit trying to force kids into your ideals. If your daughter likes pink princesses that is okay, if she likes frogs & snails & puppy dog tails, that is okay too. If your son likes trucks and superheros that is okay, if he is full of sugar & spice & everything nice that's okay too. Forcing boys & girls into boxes of what boys/girls should be just enlarges the gender gap. We are supposed to be moving forward, becoming more accepting not acting like just because one has or does not have a penis/vagina makes a difference in what they are capable of accomplishing.
Rant over, NOLA Gurl out :P
Alright, I never claimed to be a poet *plfeet*. So my "peach" was a hit. Well I think it was...she told me she loved it so I feel like it was a success. Since its given I can say what it was...it was a homemade tutu. I made it with light green, light purple, light pink and white tulle and BRIGHT skinny coordinating ribbon. It looked fairy-esc, which is totally me! I love girly things but like I said before I am not all pink ribbons and bows and I don't think that should by any means be forced on lil ones.
Where did this come from you may be wondering. Well a friend of mine posted this video about GoldieBlox. I LOVED it. I mean just absolutely adored it because it shows girls doing engineering type building "experiments". Something I do agree we do not encourage our young ladies to do enough. What irritated me is my friends caption for the video. It said something along the lines of stop buying everything pink for little girls. My question is, why blame pink?
I am certainly not a huge fan of pink...I never have been, I am more of a purple/blue kind of girl. But just because a girl is girly doesn't mean she can't be interested in science or engineering. I mean GoldieBlox stuff is actually mostly light pink, yellow and purple, stereotypical girl colors. So her comment pisses me off. It's not the color, its the message. When I was five I got my first "kiddie" microscope, a few years later I got a much nicer one and I freaking loved it. I caught and released critters, played (hard) outside, built with Legos and created domino rally runs. All considered "boy" activities. But I also wore frilly outfits (mom made), had baby dolls and took dancing. My point is I was very girly by most standards yet I am and always will be a science nerd. I love science, I love science fiction, I love knowing how things are made and how inventors come up with their ideas.
What I am trying to say is people/parents need to stop blaming everyone else for creating future women. Ladies and gents, it is YOUR job to encourage your daughter. Just because it is something boyish doesn't mean a girl cannot play with it. Expose your daughters to science/engineering and see if she likes it. If she doesn't that is okay, it is not everyone's cup of tea. Yes, I know there is a stereotype that females can't or aren't qualified enough for those types of jobs/futures but that stereotype is there because of us. Because our society at some point decided women were inferior in intelligence. We all know this isn't true but its up to YOU to mold the next generation. My mom NEVER discouraged me from being me, if anything she encouraged me to be different. If I showed interest in something she let me explore it, if I got bored with it we moved on...if I showed more interest I got more exposure to it. And no I did not come from a family with money so I wasn't able to just do whatever I wanted but she was always very supportive. And yes people tried to put me in a "girly" box. For birthdays I would get things like "girl talk", pink everything, barbies and baby alive type toys. I liked that stuff enough but I remember one year a boy in my class gave me a bug/critter catch and release kit and it was my favorite thing. He clearly understood me and we were best buds, till he went to another school :(.
In other news, this goes for boys too! Stereotypes go both ways!!!!! I know a boy playing with dolls is a big no no in our society but what is the big freaking deal??? Kids should be allowed to like whatever they want without parents being afraid it might "turn them gay". I played with trucks, he-man and GI-Joe...it didn't change the outcome of who I am. Come on people, it is 2013, we all should know by now playing with barbies wont make a boy like other boys just like playing with trucks wont make a girl like other girls. You can beat "masculine" things into your boys all you want...but if they are going to be gay, they are going to be gay, deal with it and quit creating more flipping stereotypes! With that said not all homosexual men are "girly" and not all lesbians are "boyish", staaaaahp it right now!
Back to the subject matter, quit trying to force kids into your ideals. If your daughter likes pink princesses that is okay, if she likes frogs & snails & puppy dog tails, that is okay too. If your son likes trucks and superheros that is okay, if he is full of sugar & spice & everything nice that's okay too. Forcing boys & girls into boxes of what boys/girls should be just enlarges the gender gap. We are supposed to be moving forward, becoming more accepting not acting like just because one has or does not have a penis/vagina makes a difference in what they are capable of accomplishing.
Rant over, NOLA Gurl out :P
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Lemons, lemons everywhere...
...then suddenly a peach, whoop whoop
Okay maybe peach isn't the best choice since I don't really like peaches but its something better than a lemon and I always hear southerners say "aren't you just a peach" as a compliment so it must be a good fruit! Well usually its a compliment...sometimes its pure sarcasm but you get the picture.
So what are the lemons, while they aren't terrible lemons they are utterly frustrating! They are work and regular life related and they are preventing me from going out of town for a special event. Its been insane, I clear one thing up and something else pops up. Like the issue that originally was preventing me from going got postponed. Then I got subpoenaed to appear in court, crap! Today I got word that, that was resolved, whoooo hooooo...then I found out about a new complication which requires me to stay in town, waaaaahhhhh. I've accepted that there is just no way to make this work.
So where did the peach come from, well ya see I feel extraordinarily guilty about not going, so it got my creative juices flowing and I think I came up with something awesome. Well I think its awesome...I hope I am right in this assumption. I would have done something meaningful even if I was going but I went a little over the top, whoops. It's a baby shower for one of my oldest and best-est friends. Since I plan on being well known to this new bundle of joy I feel like I need to start spoiling her NOW! I can't say exactly what I am doing, in case she is reading this but I think she'll appreciate it, mom...not baby...hello, baby can't read yet...well baby will probably appreciate it later...like when she is more self aware...oh and born.
I just hope my peach doesn't turn into a prune. Well I think a prune is bad, some people would love a prune but for the sake of this conversation its bad. Like I hope I am not totally off with this...but I really don't think I am. She's having a baby girl...a princess...she should have girly stuff, right? But not all pink and bows...something else that's more NOLA Gurl-esq. Ugh, the uncertainty! I will feel awful if I make her cry...but if its because she is happy that's okay, right? right? My note to her has silliness in it (it wouldn't be me if I didn't try to make her laugh) along with a lot of love so I think it will be great. Why am I second guessing the peach...I should embrace the peach...love the peach...become the peach...alright maybe not that extreme and wow that just sounds dirty...maybe a peach wasn't the best choice. I gotta go...fingers crossed that she likes it :)
Okay maybe peach isn't the best choice since I don't really like peaches but its something better than a lemon and I always hear southerners say "aren't you just a peach" as a compliment so it must be a good fruit! Well usually its a compliment...sometimes its pure sarcasm but you get the picture.
So what are the lemons, while they aren't terrible lemons they are utterly frustrating! They are work and regular life related and they are preventing me from going out of town for a special event. Its been insane, I clear one thing up and something else pops up. Like the issue that originally was preventing me from going got postponed. Then I got subpoenaed to appear in court, crap! Today I got word that, that was resolved, whoooo hooooo...then I found out about a new complication which requires me to stay in town, waaaaahhhhh. I've accepted that there is just no way to make this work.
So where did the peach come from, well ya see I feel extraordinarily guilty about not going, so it got my creative juices flowing and I think I came up with something awesome. Well I think its awesome...I hope I am right in this assumption. I would have done something meaningful even if I was going but I went a little over the top, whoops. It's a baby shower for one of my oldest and best-est friends. Since I plan on being well known to this new bundle of joy I feel like I need to start spoiling her NOW! I can't say exactly what I am doing, in case she is reading this but I think she'll appreciate it, mom...not baby...hello, baby can't read yet...well baby will probably appreciate it later...like when she is more self aware...oh and born.
I just hope my peach doesn't turn into a prune. Well I think a prune is bad, some people would love a prune but for the sake of this conversation its bad. Like I hope I am not totally off with this...but I really don't think I am. She's having a baby girl...a princess...she should have girly stuff, right? But not all pink and bows...something else that's more NOLA Gurl-esq. Ugh, the uncertainty! I will feel awful if I make her cry...but if its because she is happy that's okay, right? right? My note to her has silliness in it (it wouldn't be me if I didn't try to make her laugh) along with a lot of love so I think it will be great. Why am I second guessing the peach...I should embrace the peach...love the peach...become the peach...alright maybe not that extreme and wow that just sounds dirty...maybe a peach wasn't the best choice. I gotta go...fingers crossed that she likes it :)
Monday, November 4, 2013
What the hell is an inkling and how do people get them?!?
Okay, okay I may already know what the actual definition of an inkling is but I only ever hear it from people over 60 y.o.a., mainly from my AMAZING grandma. So by most definitions it means a slight hint or indication. I mean I guess I get "inklings" about different things but I never use this word so when I hear it applied to me it makes me giggle. I know I am weird, we have already established that.
I've heard this term at various stages in my life, either applied to situations involving me or someone I am close to. For some reason even though I know what it means whenever I hear it I picture a fancy ink pen with a smaller (baby) version of itself (an inkling...ya get it?!). Stop laughing...okay laugh it up, because it makes me smile too. Then I start to wonder where I can obtain one of these adorable inklings and I end up smiling like a fool and people stare at me like I need to be medicated.
Where did this come from, you may ask? Well the other night I went to hang out with my fam for Halloween. I helped the g-ma hand out candy and had kids young and old tell me how awesome my costume was. Yes, I am an adult and I was in a costume, I love Halloween, don't judge! And I was informing all the older ones around me what all the kiddies were dressed as because they had no clue. One of my favs was this adorable little girl, maybe 7 or 8 dressed as a witch, with green face and a broom. My cousin was like are you from Wicked??? I said are you Elphaba??? And she said yes and her sister was dressed as Glinda and I was done. I was like everybody go home, this adorable little girl wins Halloween! Wow talk about getting off topic.
Back to my story about inklings (hehehehe). I poured a cup of daiquiri but didn't drink much. I wasn't feeling 100%, as in I think I was starting to get sick (which I am sick now so yuck!). Then later in the night I drank a lot of Iced Tea. The next day I was going to pick up lunch and my cousin texted me. She said "g-ma, thinks you're pregnant...she has an "inkling", hahaha". I was in McAllister's waiting for food and did the stupid smile thing when I read inkling...I think the waitress thought I was mental. What makes this even more strange is we are kinda trying. Like not officially counting and taking temps but we aren't preventing. So then I was like holy shit g-ma is psychic. Not that I think I am preggo, I am just not well at the moment...like fever and everything. But now I am like, what if I am...what if she just sensed something different about me...she had an inkling...how the hell does that work??? What kind of sorcery is this?!?
So now I feel like I need to go on a quest to find a baby fancy pen so that I can have my very own "inkling" and then maybe I'll be able to be psychic too!
I think my fever took my weirdness to a whole new level today...time for me to sign off.
I've heard this term at various stages in my life, either applied to situations involving me or someone I am close to. For some reason even though I know what it means whenever I hear it I picture a fancy ink pen with a smaller (baby) version of itself (an inkling...ya get it?!). Stop laughing...okay laugh it up, because it makes me smile too. Then I start to wonder where I can obtain one of these adorable inklings and I end up smiling like a fool and people stare at me like I need to be medicated.
Where did this come from, you may ask? Well the other night I went to hang out with my fam for Halloween. I helped the g-ma hand out candy and had kids young and old tell me how awesome my costume was. Yes, I am an adult and I was in a costume, I love Halloween, don't judge! And I was informing all the older ones around me what all the kiddies were dressed as because they had no clue. One of my favs was this adorable little girl, maybe 7 or 8 dressed as a witch, with green face and a broom. My cousin was like are you from Wicked??? I said are you Elphaba??? And she said yes and her sister was dressed as Glinda and I was done. I was like everybody go home, this adorable little girl wins Halloween! Wow talk about getting off topic.
Back to my story about inklings (hehehehe). I poured a cup of daiquiri but didn't drink much. I wasn't feeling 100%, as in I think I was starting to get sick (which I am sick now so yuck!). Then later in the night I drank a lot of Iced Tea. The next day I was going to pick up lunch and my cousin texted me. She said "g-ma, thinks you're pregnant...she has an "inkling", hahaha". I was in McAllister's waiting for food and did the stupid smile thing when I read inkling...I think the waitress thought I was mental. What makes this even more strange is we are kinda trying. Like not officially counting and taking temps but we aren't preventing. So then I was like holy shit g-ma is psychic. Not that I think I am preggo, I am just not well at the moment...like fever and everything. But now I am like, what if I am...what if she just sensed something different about me...she had an inkling...how the hell does that work??? What kind of sorcery is this?!?
So now I feel like I need to go on a quest to find a baby fancy pen so that I can have my very own "inkling" and then maybe I'll be able to be psychic too!
I think my fever took my weirdness to a whole new level today...time for me to sign off.
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Sometimes I wonder if I'm just weird...
...okay I know I am in fact a bit odd but that is besides the point :)
I've seen the below quote/meme online numerous times and I just have to say something.
I might be alone on this but this "advice" makes me laugh, like manically, every time I see it. Because that will 100% not work with me. All I have to say is if I am mad and you try to kiss me I will bite you or punch you...depends on the level of anger, ha! Hello, that is just common sense... I am mad...why would you kiss me?!? I get it...its a way to distract her from her anger. That way she gets over it and melts into you. But let this be a warning that not all girls will fall for this. So if you do this and get kicked in the nuts, well that's your own damn fault!
My husband would never do that...he knows if I'm being goofy and he covers my mouth I am going to lick him. God only knows what I will do if I'm pissed off and he kisses me! It would be a bloody mess...quite possibly in the literal sense.
Instead he will more than likely try to make me laugh or leave the room until the anger flares out. Not that I get that angry very often but things have been known to happen...its best to just leave me be.
Alrighty, random thought completed...NOLAgurl out.
I've seen the below quote/meme online numerous times and I just have to say something.
"If she's mad, kiss her"
I might be alone on this but this "advice" makes me laugh, like manically, every time I see it. Because that will 100% not work with me. All I have to say is if I am mad and you try to kiss me I will bite you or punch you...depends on the level of anger, ha! Hello, that is just common sense... I am mad...why would you kiss me?!? I get it...its a way to distract her from her anger. That way she gets over it and melts into you. But let this be a warning that not all girls will fall for this. So if you do this and get kicked in the nuts, well that's your own damn fault!
My husband would never do that...he knows if I'm being goofy and he covers my mouth I am going to lick him. God only knows what I will do if I'm pissed off and he kisses me! It would be a bloody mess...quite possibly in the literal sense.
Instead he will more than likely try to make me laugh or leave the room until the anger flares out. Not that I get that angry very often but things have been known to happen...its best to just leave me be.
Alrighty, random thought completed...NOLAgurl out.
Friday, September 20, 2013
My creative genius is so underappreciated...
Here is what happened. I am at work, not wanting to start anything new because I was waiting for a conference call to start. While waiting I read a story...it was about a dog...and I CRIED! Like ugly silent sobbing at my desk. Of course what happens when you are crying...you wipe your tears. And if you are me...you wipe your tears on your sleeves because that's how you roll. So I was trying to calm my stupid emotions when I glanced down at my sleeve and started laughing hysterically. I am talking borderline manic with a touch of giddy school girl. You see on my sleeve was a perfect little illustration. No fooling, my tears made ART!
Do you see it?!?!?! You see it! I know you do, quit lying to yourself! I was so excited I had to share with someone so I, of course, texted my hubs. Here is how the conversation went:
Me: "So I read something that made me sad...I think my tears created art" *insert pic above*
Hubs: "What did you read?"
Me: "Story about a dog. But you are missing the point...my tears created art ;) hahaha"
Hubs: "I don't see it."
Me: *huffing/frustrated emoticon* "There's a silhouette of a person on the right...maybe a young girl...and something that looks like a giraffe/antelope leaping off of its rockers...like a rocking horse come to life...I should write a story!"
Hubs: "You have a great imagination"
Me: "Are you mocking me?"
Hubs: "No...I guess I see it...."
So either I am crazy or extremely imaginative. I am leaning towards the latter. I also think I should write a short story about a young girl who wishes everyday she could have her very own horse and one day her wish is granted when her beat up old hand me down rocking horse leaps off its rockers and becomes a beautiful stallion.
Hmmm my story needs a little more work but I think you get the basic idea.
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| "In my sadness my tear art made me laugh" |
Me: "So I read something that made me sad...I think my tears created art" *insert pic above*
Hubs: "What did you read?"
Me: "Story about a dog. But you are missing the point...my tears created art ;) hahaha"
Hubs: "I don't see it."
Me: *huffing/frustrated emoticon* "There's a silhouette of a person on the right...maybe a young girl...and something that looks like a giraffe/antelope leaping off of its rockers...like a rocking horse come to life...I should write a story!"
Hubs: "You have a great imagination"
Me: "Are you mocking me?"
Hubs: "No...I guess I see it...."
So either I am crazy or extremely imaginative. I am leaning towards the latter. I also think I should write a short story about a young girl who wishes everyday she could have her very own horse and one day her wish is granted when her beat up old hand me down rocking horse leaps off its rockers and becomes a beautiful stallion.
Hmmm my story needs a little more work but I think you get the basic idea.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
I guess Bullies never truely grow up. . .
Okay I am not being bullied in the traditional sense. But I am getting really tired of having to defend myself. I am different, that is NO secret. I have my own style that doesn't always fit with the norm. I follow trends I like and I mix traditional with trendy. I have an unconventional personality. I usually make comments or jokes that not all people will get or maybe not all find funny. I'm not being super nerd, its just how my brain works. Its me...its always been me, I am over 30, this is not a new development! But I have no problem making friends and most people like me so I must be doing something right.
I am saying this because today someone whom I see daily just tried to make me feel like ass for one of my trendy choices. This is not a new occurrence, she knocks my "style" and personality regularly. Okay yes I work in a professional environment and must dress accordingly. But I use some flexibilities to express my style with accessories. A newer trend re-surfacing is bow ties. Well I am a girl and while I could wear a bow tie if I wanted, it would look kinda silly with my dress. Instead I found this SUPER cute blue bow bracelet. Its a little big for my arm but I have itty bitty wrists so pretty much anything on my arm looks ginormous. I personally think its adorable and have been complemented by strangers in public so yea whatever.
I am saying this because today someone whom I see daily just tried to make me feel like ass for one of my trendy choices. This is not a new occurrence, she knocks my "style" and personality regularly. Okay yes I work in a professional environment and must dress accordingly. But I use some flexibilities to express my style with accessories. A newer trend re-surfacing is bow ties. Well I am a girl and while I could wear a bow tie if I wanted, it would look kinda silly with my dress. Instead I found this SUPER cute blue bow bracelet. Its a little big for my arm but I have itty bitty wrists so pretty much anything on my arm looks ginormous. I personally think its adorable and have been complemented by strangers in public so yea whatever.
Yes, I know its different but I like it, so :P. Here is how the conversation went down. We were discussing something and I was talking with my hands (as usual) and she stopped me mid-sentence. She said "what is THAT on your arm?" I said um, its a bow. She said "well why are you wearing it?" I said well its a bracelet. She said "yea but WHY? I saw it yesterday and thought it was weird". I replied, its just a bracelet, I thought it was cute. She said "well its not, its weird and it looks silly. I guess whatever". And she walked out. Proceeded to walked to another person and talk extremely loud and both of them laughed wildly. Can I say for sure it was about me...no, but the timing is just screaming they are being mean girls.
Wow...really? So just because its not your style its not kosher? Its a flipping bow bracelet, I didn't walk in with blue hair, shaved on one side and a lip ring. In a professional environment I can see how THAT may incite criticism but really a blue freaking bow bracelet?!? And she keeps harping on it. Like if she annoys me enough about it, I'll take it off. Seriously, I don't look like I'm going to the club or anything. I have on a maxi skirt, dress top, heels and well this.
Its not that big of a deal I know but its not the only thing just the one the pushed me over the edge a bit. I am regularly criticized for not blending with the norm by nearly everyone around me...well except a couple friends and my husband. My family now seems to find my determination to be an individual acceptable. It defines me, ha. I am not a sheep, I do not say Baaaah :P. I am my own person and if I want to wear a bow on my wrist, bright nail polish, whatever, whats the big deal...? Does it break dress code standards...? If so, okay I guess I'll stop wearing it but I really don't see how that would be a dress code infraction. Someone else around here comes to work in t-shirts, jeans and tennis shoes daily maybe go harp on them a bit.
Like I said, not your bullying in the traditional sense but its habitual badgering for me to change who I am and while they are minor personality traits they are me and I don't want them to go away!
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