Today I was shocked. I was reduced to only blinking at someone because of the ignorance which they displayed right in front of me right into my ear.
A woman that I know casually told me that she was not voting for Barack Obama because of his name. *blink blink blink* Then she goes on to say, “You know, that name. I don’t trust it. I mean they say he isn’t, but I just can’t know. I mean, his father was.” *blink blink blink*
A NAME? You aren’t voting for someone because of a name? I’m not voting for Barack Obama because I don’t agree with most of what he says...not because of his race, his gender, what he had for breakfast, what color his tie is, whether or not he is regular, what religion he is or is not, how many socks he owns or his name.
I was floored, y’all. I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t even pretend like I didn’t know what she was trying to say. All I could do was blink. I mean, I live in the People’s Republic of California. Peace, love, equality for all...and the rest of that happy horse shit.
I really hate ignorance.
I’ve had an Etsy shop for a while. My mom even sent some stuff she wants me to sell on Etsy but me, being lazy...never did. So...I did it Saturday night. I uploaded a few cards which I had already taken the photographs into my Etsy shop. It was surprisingly easy..but then again, I didn’t put a fancy description. I find those sort of.....er...dumb. LOL! So, anyway....I’m gonna take some photographs of the things Mom sent tomorrow or sometime this week and get those up, too. I mean, it only costs twenty cents to list it and just a very small percentage if they sell. It isn’t as though I’ll be out much monies, right?
Here is the link to my Etsy shop...if y’all are ever interested in buying some of these cards that I slave away hours and hours to make. (Okay, maybe not that long...but some are at least an hour!) And yes, I will ship to other places besides the US and Canada. I gotta find a cheap place to buy mailing envelopes so I can reduce the shipping price. Obviously the ones that are more time consuming or have more “product” on them are more than the less fancy ones. They all come with an envelope but be aware...if you plan to mail the card to someone, you will have to pay additional fees to the postal person...because of the bulk of the card.
ANYway…
Here is a sample of what I have in my shop:
I’ve been wasting tons of time today with Yearbook Yourself. LOL!
So, I went through my Flickr friends list and chose a few at random. Can you guess who they are? 
Some worked well and other fell far short. heh
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Okay, maybe not kill. BUT I MIGHT...depending on the day...you know how it is. ANYway, I cannot seem to find a decent hairstylist. Anywhere! California does not have good hairstylists...or something. The last time I went, the girl was like...afraid to cut my hair. Like she would cut AT THE AIR ABOVE MY HEAD (not really, but she hardly cut any.) And the time before that, the bitch gave me a MULLET. I swear to you. My hair looked like a mullet. This is why I no longer bother with styling my hair. Why take the time to style my hair when it is going to look crappy because of a horrid cut? You can’t hide a bad cut with styling. I don’t care how Shear Genius you are. I seriously am considering going to Supercuts. Because it can’t be any WORSE than what I’m paying $65 for at a regular stylist.
Anyway...anyway!
So I haven’t shared a foot picture with you guys lately. Oh wait. Have I shared any foot pictures with you? I’m sure I have but maybe you don’t know the story....so....here it is. Wherever I go and whomever I’m with at the time, I must take a photograph of my feet. We usually try to pick cool spots like the beach in Kauai where the chick “washed that man right outta her hair” and the place in Boston where they did that massacre thinggy. I have a whole collection of them from all over the place. 
So, I was thinking the other day that I don’t have a good foot picture from here in my house....sooo....I leave you with my latest foot picture. Notice the unpainted piggies? Yeah, why bother when they’re crammed inside a closed toe shoe like we’re required to wear at work. Yeah, like dropping those BIG HEAVY GIGANTOR pills on them is going to hurt them. Actually, some of the bottles of pills at the pharmacy are kinda big. The ones that we fill a lot of come in BIG HEAVY GIGANTOR bottles before we divvy them up into eency bottles and sell them to people for a bazillion dollars or whatever it costs for a prescription drug these days.
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Later, y’all!
I shopped for shampoo today. There are entirely too many choices to make a decision! Frizz Control, Extra Conditioning, Super Moisture, Dry & Damaged, Straight, Curly....in raspberry, strawberry, apple, dog shit, dirty penis, coconut, rosemary, vanilla, fermented grape, rotten tomatoes scents. Good gravy!
Then there is shampoo from London, Paris, New York, Tokyo, Los Angeles. Oh yeah, because that helps my decision making. Thanks. Why not shampoo from Cleveland or Rancho Cucamonga?
AND THEN there are endorsements...endorsed by Allure Magazine, Glamour magazine, 4x4 Trucks magazine, Photography magazine....I even saw one that said, “Endorsed by blondes.” Well THAT is a rousing fucking endorsement, eh?
I just wanted shampoo that doesn’t stink so much it makes me want to die. I just wanted a shampoo that says, “CLEANS YOUR HAIR AND DOESN’T MAKE IT FALL OUT.”
For the record, I went with John Frieda Sheer Blonde shampoo and conditioner because it smelled the best. EVEN THOUGH I don’t have blonde hair. I’m such a rebel.
