Sunday, June 26, 2011

Electric wish list

I am in need of the following, just saying. Although they are pretty out of reach!
I desperately need a new phone!!!! I cant check my email, facebook, really anything from mine anymore.... helpppppppppp!!!!!!!!

I had heard about this nifty brewer, but normally I drink iced espresso drinks. I recently tried some coffee from this at my uncles, and it was SO good! Then I saw that it makes iced coffee!! If you are someone who pays for espresso based drinks regularly, this will more then save you money with time.

Who doesn't want one of these nifty things in todays' world?!? I admit, I get a little jealous when I see people at work with them. Freaking perfect!

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

70's style

Saturday was my uncle Doug's 50th birthday party. It was a 70's party. I love themes and dressing up! If I have a themed party, it required, by the way. I had a really good time, although I probably drank too much. Luckily they let me utilize the couch for the night! I found my dress at a vintage store by my house, i did my hair and no that's not a "bump it". My favorite MAC artist Crystal did my make up, and she did an amazing job, really. The eye shadow was stunning. Those are my gold eyes!!! they make me happy.
I just love all things retro

Sunday, June 12, 2011

work it, girl.

Big girls like the pole too

I just had the hardest work out class of my life. Of course, I am not in shape, but still! I've had my share of work outs, I used to be pretty hardcore at the gym, and with weights. My arms hurt so bad, I can't even pull up my underwear. My friend Jessica and I took a pole dancing class, at romance & dance in Carson, Ca. Its an hour class, the first half is not on the pole, its different stretches and positions. About a million times harder then intense yoga. I was thinking when you swing yourself on a pole, you are essentially attempting to lift your body weight, yikes! No way I could do that at the gym. My legs are in really good shape, I walk hard, fast, and a lot. I would like my thighs to be toned, but they don't hurt right now. I would really recommend this work out, its super fun!!! They play good music, and its a good way to switch up your routine if you already work out. Its $20 a class

Monday, June 6, 2011

Barbie art!!!

I love Barbie!! How can you not? I played with Barbie forever! I will totally admit that. So, for me, this art is drool-worthy. One day some of them will grace my apartment walls.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

My experience with bullies

Who would have thought being bullied as an adult would surpass childhood bullying by a long shot. Certainly not me. Between my upbringing and harassment at school, I thought I did my time. Turns out I was wrong. Apparently if your survive all that, still function in today’s world, AND like yourself, well you are a walking bulls eye.
One day in high school, I came out to my car with the word HOG written all over it in paint. Done by my crush’s brother no less. That was painful. In junior high, stickers that said jaba the hut, and every other analogy for fat were made with a label maker and put on my backpack. On top of being fat I had buck teeth until the braces came in junior high ( thank you medical). It doesn’t stop there, in high school the cystic acne kicked in full blast. I’ve even done two rounds of accutane and still suffer from this. When appearance is imperative I had almost zero clothes. I looked horrible in junior high, I had a single mom who refused to work, and there were no plus size clothes options. I remember sitting in a cold bath in the morning, while everyone else was asleep, wondering what I would wear that day. I would baby-sit all the time, from about 5th grade until I could get a real job. With that money I would buy some clothes, but it was a nightmare. I had no one to teach me how to do hair or makeup, I really didn’t even start to do my hair till late high school. We moved all the time, so I never had that one loyal friend I could turn and cry to. I had no one to go home and cry to, and I far from had the mom that was going to march in the principals office and demand any harassment to stop. The bottom line I was bullied to an extreme, I am sure it contributed to my withdrawn attitude. However I feel like my home life was so much worse, that other kids comments didn’t affect me as much as they could have.
I wish I could tell you the same about the comments that surround my adult life. I never saw this coming. The feeling that people hate me, for simply being myself. I like who I am, the woman I know I am. Would I change a few things? Of course. It hurts, badly to know you’ve never done a mean or malicious thing to someone, but they find some way to dislike you and make rude comments. I can barely go out to a bar, It happens at work all the time, it happens with the females in my family. It feels like drowning at times. I’ve never been competitive with women, I can go out and befriend women that are way prettier, successful, nicer then me, with no problem. Maybe because I grew up around skinny women? Maybe because there was never a male figure in my life to look up, therefore I have no problem putting friends before a piece of ass.
How could Nicole, with the imperfect body, face, bank account, love life, childhood, ect walk with her head high?!?! People can’t stand it, that’s the only answer anymore. My therapist has confirmed the fact that my spirit and enthusiasm is a blessing and a curse. “people will always know you are there, and they will always have something to say”.-Dr. Walton.
In 2008 I was jumped at the bbw bar, I’ve been a regular at for about 9 years. Never met the girl in my life, didn’t do anything to her, didn’t flirt with her boyfriend, nothing. She simply started to push my friend and I, then a buzzed Nicole was blindsided in the bathroom. A couple weeks ago, I brought a skinny, pretty friend with me. She said “ Nicole, no wonder these girls hate you, you are prettier then any girl in here!!!!”. While that made me feel good, its still frustrating, I said yes but im nice to them!!!!!
At work I’ve heard it all. You are ugly, what did you do to your hair?, why are you wearing that, what’s with your nails, when is your baby due, maybe you should lose weight, your knee would get better, you really shouldn’t eat that piece of cake. Honestly I could probably keep going. How fun is that 40 hours a week? I pull into work, wondering what will be said next, or what will I do wrong.
The women I am related too, wow. Talk about a group of women with a ton of hate and resentment toward me. This is most interesting to me, because I didn’t grow up around them and have never had a deep conversation with my female cousins. They were all brainwashed by their parents, which is fine. I’ve tried several times, to be apart of their clique, to establish relationships with them, so when I leave this earth I know I did my part.
So if you were bullied, or currently are, I feel your pain. Truly and deeply. I wish I was at a place to tell you it will stop and you will rise above it, but I am not. I believe I will, but it will do some damage in the mean time, and its something else I deal with in therapy. I hope and pray one day, women will love and support each other, in a whole new way, in my lifetime.