17 9 / 2014

This weekend was tiring to say the least. We got nearly everything packed up and out of the apartment though. I ended up not sleeping for a full 36 hours. Not exactly how I pictured that going but it did get done. Tomorrow I have more things to move to a storage unit and then we will be in prep week. For right now, I have stuff in my car, at my cousin’s house and here at my aunt’s house. So much stuff that still needs to be put away but at least I did everything at the apartment when I needed to.

I’m wanting to get my brakes done, wanting to get my car checked, wanting to make various things. Need to grocery shop and mark out the map. A lot of little things are left to do but at this point I’m perfectly fine with it.

I lost my debit card which was a big pain (understatement of my life) but I’m doing better about it. Thank God for sisters.

So, I think I’m almost ready to move on to the next step in this whole adventure thing. I’m definitely ready to get to sleep tonight too that’s for sure.

13 9 / 2014

I was hoping to get it all done tonight but seeing as how its nearly midnight, I’ll be finishing up tomorrow. I’m not done but clearly it’s not all happening tonight.

I have J’s room to go through even though I’ve cleared it out some and my room to finish though I cleared up a good bit in there too. I have the bathroom to start on as well as the kitchen to finish. It may seem like I haven’t done much but I swear I have.

I’m so ready for tomorrow to be done with so that I can go through the apartment and just clean and get out of here. Turn in my keys and never look back. I’m so close.

12 9 / 2014

We got our boxes in yesterday and J decided he would be brave (or crazy) and climb the big pile. He was standing at one point. Of course I said, “don’t fall! Let me get the camera!”

We’re not even close to being fully packed but we will be out of here by Sunday night. He’s happy as he doesn’t really like the apartments and I’m happy because, well, you know I’m ready to be out of here already. Stressed but ready.

We’re almost there.

07 9 / 2014

I’ve been making some moves lately.

I put a for sale sign on the car. This one:

Filled it out and put it in the window. I took it to CarMax and didn’t get a good enough offer so I’m doing it myself. If it doesn’t sell then I’m going to keep it till I can pay for something else.

I put my written notice in. I can’t keep staying here so I’m hoping to be out in a week. That way I wont have to pay the rent for another month.

I’ve been slowly gathering things to take with us. I got $30 worth of free stuff so the little things are taken care of like sanitizer, wipes, tooth brushes, kleenex. All the things I don’t want to forget yet won’t buy from a convenience store cause they’ll cost too much there. 

I have planned for us to be doing things for the next two months. There are places that aren’t too far away that we can go and see, things to do. Anything is better than sitting here.

Tomorrow between bouts of homework, I’m going to hopefully go through clothes and finally start packing us up, post things on craigslist (there are a few things that I want to keep but not much) and start working on getting boxes together. By Friday I want everything packed up. I have hope. I have to figure out our next step for sure for sure but at this point, I’m far less worried and much happier to be on the way out of here doing something else.

We will be traveling soon!

07 9 / 2014

This is a cookie. Or what’s left of one.
Days ago my sister bought J a cookie and he loved it. By accident it fell on the floor and was then covered in dog hair (clearly not here as we have no dogs). He handled it well though he asked almost daily about another cookie.
"Can I have another cookie?"
"We’ll have to see how much it is."
"Can I have another free cookie?"
And then last night she surprised him with another free cookie. He treasured it. Didn’t eat it all at once, put it in the fridge to save till today, thought about it the minute he woke up. I let him have it for breakfast and apparently he loved every bit of that big cookie but still wanted to save a little for later. This is where I found it this evening. In the fridge near the lemons and mayo.
At least you know when you give him something he’ll really enjoy it, right?

This is a cookie. Or what’s left of one.

Days ago my sister bought J a cookie and he loved it. By accident it fell on the floor and was then covered in dog hair (clearly not here as we have no dogs). He handled it well though he asked almost daily about another cookie.

"Can I have another cookie?"

"We’ll have to see how much it is."

"Can I have another free cookie?"

And then last night she surprised him with another free cookie. He treasured it. Didn’t eat it all at once, put it in the fridge to save till today, thought about it the minute he woke up. I let him have it for breakfast and apparently he loved every bit of that big cookie but still wanted to save a little for later. This is where I found it this evening. In the fridge near the lemons and mayo.

At least you know when you give him something he’ll really enjoy it, right?

05 9 / 2014

dexbonus:

tastefullyoffensive:

The Adventures of George Washington by LadyHistory [more]

omfg

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05 9 / 2014

a-little-bi-furious:

natashiyaa:

shatteredchrystal:

runaon:

a-little-bi-furious:

asherehsa:

samjoonyuh:

Perspective. 

"Looting? I thought these were supposed to be nonviolent protests"

I know it’s incredible! People are literally coming out of the woodwork to comment on this photoset to focus on the looting headline with “well yes it is nice they were helping people hit with the tear gas, but stealing is still wrong uwu” as if they’re back to kindergarten morality.

Like everyone who’s gone to boot camp I’ve been tear gassed. They put about 50+ of you in a gas chamber and toss it in. You have to stay there until your rank is allowed to exit. Before that though, you have to say your name, rank, and social security number. You then exit and file into ranks (again) outside and are not allowed at any point to rinse your face or eyes for the entire day.

That right there? Easily the worst part of boot camp. My eyes were literally swollen shut. I was blinded for a good 30 minutes and my chest hurt for days.

I have zero problem and not and ounce of judgement for people raiding a mcdonalds that can easily afford to repair damage for ANYTHING to help ease the shittiness that is being tear gassed. Esp because every one of us in boot were medically sound to deal with tear gas. Children, asthmatics, people prone to panic and anxiety attacks, the elderly as sooo many more are NOT going to handle tear gas well at ALL.

Or that smoke the police use either.

It’s easy to sit there and judge someone from the safety of your home and say things like “it’s just tear gas” or “it can’t be that bad”.

Fuck you. As someone who HAS been gassed, you need to stfu.

I remember all the preparation they did to get us ready for the gas chamber in boot camp. We were taught how to handle ourselves, how to control our breathing, not to touch anything, how to avoid the worst of the gas. But it still didn’t matter. I remember taking in that first breath and feeling like I had just been kicked in the chest. I remember a few guys in my platoon falling down and vomiting. We knew the gas wasn’t as bad on the floor but we were the fifth platoon through and the vomit kept us from bending over more than absolutely necessary. I remember a few guys, guys in peak health training to be infantrymen, breaking ranks and running for the door only to be dragged back in kicking and screaming until they said name, rank and serial. They were expecting it, trained for it, bragging about how it wouldn’t bother them.
I remember standing there with all of the mucus from my nasal cavity on the front of my ACUs and thinking to myself “This is the nonviolent option?”
Covered head to toe and my skin still itching I looked down at the silver wedding band hanging next to my dog tags and realized that the gas had eaten little pits into its surface.
I stood there and thought of all the news reports I had seen over the years. The uprisings and revolutionaries being gassed, the crowds running from men in masks.
That’s the moment I got it, staring at my ruined wedding band, that’s the moment I realized terrorism isn’t about bombs or who is using them. It’s about controlling people through fear. It’s about removing their ability to act reasonably, to make them seem like the monsters. Terrorism is about triggering people to fight or flight then blaming them for not being rational. It’s about power. Remove someone’s power to act with reason, and you remove their humanity.

Oh fuck

My god this commentary is perfect. Also a reminder that it turned out this “looting” was not that at all, the police bust that window with a bullet and the staff were gracious enough to hand milk out it seems, the protestors did not break in but even if they did just look at what they were trying to do with that milk, look at what they went through. The immense endurance that’s been shown by the people of Ferguson in the face of all this is incredible.

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05 9 / 2014

ilyone:

kismesister:

friendlytroll:

mamasam:

stopthatimp:

nani was NINETEEN and such a fucking badass who was so protective of lilo and just ROLLED with aliens being a thing towards the end of the movie. #1 Disney relative of all time.

I have honestly been waiting AGES for the right gifset to express the wonderful perfection that is Nani. She is not only protective of Lilo, she respects the way Lilo’s imagination and quirkiness works.

Pudge the fish got a peanut butter sandwich every Thursday. Nani does not argue the logic of feeding him, only suggests an alternative sandwich when they are out of peanut butter. Lilo was allowed to take as many photos of whatever mundane or odd subjects as she wanted and Nani would get them developed. Nani recognized what were important habits for Lilo.

When Lilo asks for a pet lobster, Nani does not tell her that lobsters are not pets. She tells her, “We don’t have a lobster door, we have a dog door.” She makes sure the woman at the pound does not tell Lilo that “Stitch is not a real name”.

NANI SPENDS THE ENTIRE MOVIE MAKING SURE THAT LILO NEVER FEELS LIKE HER IDEAS ARE WRONG.

The only time we truly see Nani get angry with Lilo is when she is scared of Lilo being taken away. Nani spends the entire movie stressed out over taking care of her sister, trying to find a job, trying to make sure her sister has a friend, and yet she is always willing to put that extra effort, over and over again, to make sure that Lilo always believes that anything is possible.

This is a great moment because she probably *remembered* that Lilo said this once. And you know what? Shes not ending this day by letting her little sister think this is her fault. She’s not having an easy time trying to be a parent, but she knows none of this is her sisters fault, and shes not going to let her think it is. 

And half of her terror of losing Lilo isnt even just losing her family; its knowing that wherever Lilo goes, they won’t know how to do these things. They won’t understand her. 

What a good movie. 

Casual reminder that the reason Lilo obsessively feeds the fish is because her parents died in a rainstorm and she firmly believes Pudge controls the weather. If you pay attention to the feeding sequence you will notice that storm clouds recede and dissipate, a visual narrative that confirms this.

It’s not just a habit. It’s a very real part of Lilo’s healing process and Nani understands that.

Also if you pay attention to Nani’s room you’ll notice she had surfing posters and trophies. She was very much on her way to being a pro surfer but had to give it up to become the adult Lilo needed her to be.

And not ONCE does Nani show her sister any resentment. It’s worth it to keep her family together. This is a young woman who is willing to sacrifice all of her dreams and make incredibly grown up decisions.

What I am saying is Nani is the best disney princess of all time. Disney Queen even.

Dean De Blois, ladies and gentlemen, genius director and writer of friggin’ amazing nonnormative characters, family and relationships. I may worship that man, a little bit. From Lilo and Stitch to HHTTYD, he really gives us amazing movies. 

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05 9 / 2014

biglilkim:

micdotcom:

Most people give the homeless change or leftovers, Mark Bustos is cutting their hair

For the past few months, New York City hairstylist Mark Bustos — who normally spends his days working at an upscale salon — has been volunteering on his days off to offer haircuts to homeless people he sees on the street. With a simple phrase, “I want to do something nice for you today,” he has been helping people get a fresh, uplifting makeover.

For people who have been trapped in a cycle of poverty, unemployment and homelessness, the makeover can also serve a useful function: looking presentable for a job.

Inspiring thanks he received from one man | Follow micdotcom

❤️❤️

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02 9 / 2014

Today we’re Spider Man. I don’t usually let my silly boy walk around in his costume, but it was newly washed, his face was beaming and it’s always worth it to hear,
"Mom, that was so awesome…"

That little trip to the office made his day.

02 9 / 2014

27 8 / 2014

27 8 / 2014

abjectd:

redtemplo:

micdotcom:

India replaces the Ice Bucket Challenge with the much more sustainable Rice Bucket Challenge 

After seeing the dramatic results from the Ice Bucket Challenge, Indian journalist Manju Latha Kalanidhi was compelled to start something similar, but with an Indian slant. “I felt like doing something more locally tangible. Rice is a staple here,” Kalanidhi told CNN. “We eat it every day, we can store it for months. Why not donate rice to someone who is hungry?”

It’s fairly simpleFollow micdotcom

Go off x1000000

yes

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27 8 / 2014

blackpeopledoshittoo:

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South Africa:

Young ladies train in Ballet in Soweto through The Joburg Ballet Development Programme

Photos by Madelene Cronje.

Brilliant

this post is killing me. I love everything about it.

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26 8 / 2014

il-tenore-regina:

dynastylnoire:

jspark3000:

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Ryo Oyamada, a 24 year old student from Japan, was struck and killed by an NYPD vehicle in a hit & run.  Witnesses say the police car had no lights or sirens on and was going over 70 mph.  The released footage by NYPD was proven to be heavily altered in a cover-up, showing “lights” on the vehicle, when compared to footage from the NY Housing Authority on the same street with the same timestamp. 

On a personal note: I know that this will probably not be shared or reblogged very much, because Asians are not very prominent in American culture.  I understand this, because Asians (like me) are partially at fault for being so passive.  But I am begging you to please consider signing this petition out of human decency.  Ryo was just a student walking home, then struck by a nearly silent police cruiser going at excess speed, and the NYPD covered it up. 

Here is the side-by-side comparison of the released video footage, including updates from the case.  *Edit*  This article contains a link to a graphic video moments after the crash, showing the body of Ryo Oyamada and NY citizens yelling at the police.  Please advise, it is highly disturbing. 

And the following is an excerpt from the petition, which as of now only has 286 signatures.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOST

Omg 

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