Compilation of Pink

I hate pink. Well, I don’t hate it. Ironically enough I’m actually wearing pink today. I think I look great in pink clothing! I would never have a pink wall or pink car though. Let’s just say pink is not my first choice. So for this post, I went through my phone and had M go through hers to find any pink pictures we have and share them!

First up are these jellies! This is kind of a cheating pink picture because the jellyfish aren’t actually pink at all but the neon lights make it seem like he has bright pink feelers. Following that you have pink lilies my husband presented me for some such special occasion. And finally, a pink book! Great series if you haven’t read it but I found this gem at Books-a-Million for $5! All the books are a numbered grave but each one is a different color which is pretty neat!

Since we’re tag teaming this post, I’ll tell you that I’m not a pink girl, either. Went through all of my pictures and I had nothing that was completely pink. My dog does wear a pink harness – otherwise people would think she’s a boy. Otherwise, no pink. Then! Low and behold, I remembered that we have three azalea bushes sitting in our driveway. They’ll be planted either today or Saturday, weather permitting. I trudged out in the rain, wearing my robe, to snap a pic. Pink or not, I think they’re pretty. Disagree if you’d like. I don’t have a green thumb, but Danny, my boy toy, thinks he does. 😉

Go through your phone and share some pictures with us that have pink!

 

 

‘Alala aka The Hawaiian Crow

Crows of any sort aren’t typically my thing, but because my co-author spent quite a bit of time in Hawaii, this post is pretty near and dear to her. As with anything, if something is extinct or nearing extinction there’s a pretty clear problem. Getting to the root of that problem can sometimes be a little challenging, but well worth it, IMO.

…because there are no living ‘alala in the wild these birds have been reproduced in captivity. Upon being released into the wild, researchers are learning of many difficulties that these little guys have been facing. Some aren’t finding proper mates and others aren’t feeding their babies properly.

Crows on the mainland are a large part of the literary world. They can symbolize death, mystery, and magic. Have any of you had any experience with wildlife conservation in any capacity? I’ve been lucky enough to befriend two conservationists. I believe that they are invaluable to the sustainability of our little winged friends and hope that you do, too!

For more information on them here’s a quick excerpt from the San Diego ZooContinue reading “‘Alala aka The Hawaiian Crow”

Nature Reflecting

It’s pretty ironic that I just took these pictures yesterday while strolling through downtown Cleveland. I stumbled upon these as I was walking towards the wind turbine that I didn’t know was at the Great Lakes Science Center. I remember thinking that these are pretty awesome pieces of art. But then I had a second look of sorts and looking at these trees and flowers reflecting back I almost wondered if they were thinking sad thoughts. Don’t get me wrong, it was a beautiful day. We’ve finally gotten some sunshine in a sea of rain but the plants started to look sad to me. Instead of looking at a forest, they were looking at concrete structures and wires around them you know? Maybe they’re looking at their reflections wondering how long they’ll get to stick around until that construction project up the way affects them. But what do I know. Maybe they were admiring their fresh, spring hair-dos.

Temporary High

You know what’s temporary for me right in this moment??

My feelings!

Why, you ask?

Because in 260 pages this book is going to end and I am not prepared! I have no idea where the author is taking this because the first 353 pages have been several degrees of internal dramatics. The book came out the gates with the character being conniving; slowly plotting her revenge against those whom treated her and her family wrong. And then it went thrilling with battle and escape plans! Happiness followed from reunions only to turn into heartbreaking depression because it appears no one is the same as they were before. Sprinkle in some anger, some elation, and sadness in there and I have no idea what’s going on, what’s going to happen, who’s gonna die but screaming that certain people better not die, cursing the enemy, what the hell is going on?!

I want to stop. I want to slow down. Prolong it. Because the minute this book ends I’m going to shut down. Well, I probably won’t completely shut down right away. I’ll probably go yell at the author on Twitter to be honest… but then the waiting begins. The withdrawal begins. A year; maybe two until the next installment. Go through the cycle of finding that book that will give me that high all over again!

Am I addicted?

Hell yes I am. Show me the dealers. I will buy from them all.

Versatile Blogger Award

It’s Monday. I stayed up obnoxiously late reading knowing I had to work…. Easy post!

Last week my good buddy James was nominated for the Versatile Blogger Award. Congratulations!! His blog is in the business of book reviews and 365 day challenges. I recently participated in one and they’re quite fun. Click his name and check out his site. He’s one cool dude. As per these awards, you are to nominate some of your blogger friends and James has nominated me! Exciting stuff. Let’s get to it:

THE RULES:

  • You have to thank the person who nominated you and provide a link to their blog! (Being kind)
  • Link the nominees and inform them about their nomination (passing the love, that was given)
  • Nominate at least 10 bloggers of your choice
  • Share 7 facts about yourself (being truthful)

MY FACTS:

  1. I think bananas are disgusting; taste, texture smell — vomit inducing
  2. I have an addiction to reading. I’m completely obsessed with books. I go to book sales and buy books I may never read but I want to have Belle’s library someday
  3. I love soup. I can eat soup anytime of the year– winter, summer, doesn’t matter to me
  4. Two of my toes on my left foot are the same size. It’s weird and implies alien origins
  5. I think Android is far superior than Apple. I haven’t and probably will never own an Apple device
  6. Lucy Lawless and Kathryn Winnick would me turn lesbian
  7. I think Idris Elba is the sexiest man alive. I told my husband that if I ever got a chance with him I would take it in a hot second. He’s a little bitter about that but since it will never happen except in my dreams he’ll get over it
  8. Bonus fact (because I have two celebrity facts): I’ve never broken a bone before or had serious surgery before (knock on wood!). The worst I’ve ever done in my 28 years is fall on my face while rollerblading downhill and got 9 stitches in my chin.

MY NOMINATIONS:

cwhiteweb
everydaystrange
eabmarshall
aresthree
mainepaperpusher
soulethnicity
mr. mel
loveitnow
scarlett sauvage
newmoonplan

Congrats to my nominations and have fun! 🙂

A to Z Fears

My friend James has tasked me with listing out my fears A to Z. Twenty six items that scare me from the top of my head to this post. It can be a thing or a place but not a person. For more information on the rules, see here. I don’t plan to tag anyone so if you would like to participate, I’m sure you would make James happy as I’m about to. 🙂

Okay, here we go:

A – Arachnids
B – Bees (I was stung in the neck once. Not cool)
C – Creatures, critters and crazies in the dark
D – Drowning
E – Extinction
F – Freezing
G – Godzilla
H – Haunted places
I – Invisible (as in people not really seeing me)
J – Jumping (as in bungee jumping)
K – Krakens
L – Liars in power
M – Murder (sorry I stole yours James)
N – No one (as in having no one and being alone)
O – Ocean
P – Pregnancy
Q – Quiet (I don’t like silence. I always want to fill it)
R – Running for my life from something
S – Swimming
T – Trying hard and failing
U – Uranus being cast out with Pluto
V – Venom of any variety
W – Worst (as in my worst nightmare)
X – X-factor (there’s always an x factor)
Y – Yellow jackets
Z – Zeus

I guess I cheated. Zeus is a person but he’s technically dead so that doesn’t count right?

Could you Handle Me?

One: Getting to know you.

You notice that you and this individual have a lot in common; the same interests or maybe they’re the complete opposite of you and somehow their personality compliments yours well. Okay. This could work. You only have one or two close friends at the moment and it would be nice to have another.

Two: Investing time.

You you start hanging out on a regular basis, talking everyday, gleaning more information as time goes on. You may even start to learn little things that you dislike about the person but it’s cool; doesn’t detract from the overall picture.

Three: Exposure.

Now it’s been a few weeks or months, you’re feeling comfortable and confident that this is a forever friendship. You start to feel you want to touch the dark parts. I have a secret. It’s a secret I want to share with you because you’re my friend. But, I know your beliefs, your morals, your comfort zone. Do I think you can handle my darkness? Should I even put that on you in the first place?

This is where friendships usually do or die. The beginning stages are easy. It’s fun. You change a little to cater to that person in order to fit in. They’re probably doing the same. But there comes that point where you want to be honest. You want to take that chance, expose everything about you, because it would ultimately be the best feeling in the world. It’s a trial hiding your true thoughts after a while. You don’t expect the person to agree with you 100% every single time but you hope they can at least understand where you’re coming from.

Ammunition. That’s what exposing yourself is. Is it good ammunition or bad? Everything shared can be used to empower you or used against you. To care is to risk. Is it worth the risk?

I don’t know. I guess we’ll see.
Here we go — here’s me spilling me.

There’s This Thing..

So there’s this thing about me that I wish I could change — just a little bit.

You ever think about things about yourself that you wish you could change? I don’t mean the usual culprits like eating better, exercising more, etc. I don’t even mean the physical changes either like longer hair, a smaller nose or different color eyes. I mean the quirky changes.

This thing I have. I don’t even know what to call it. What happens is when I see any type of emotion on television, it’s a very LARGE chance I’m going to cry over it. I also cry over characters in a book; specifically ones where the character struggles and then comes out better by the end. I also cry when I’m angry or frustrated. No, that’s not you hurting my feelings, that’s me murdering you in my mind and expressing it through my fat, angry tears because you’re not understanding anything I’m saying!

Quirky like that.

My latest and greatest, never fails to make me cry show I always watch, even though I know better… is Grey’s Anatomy. I did not want to like this show! But, when you have those moments where you need something to binge watch that will last for a ridiculous amount of seasons (it just got renewed for season 14), this is the show you watch. I watched ER waaay back in the day and I figured Grey’s would be my medical drama replacement.

**SPOILER ALERT** but not really because they’re all medical stories and I’m saying nothing about the main players so don’t yell at me.

The most recent episode I watched… I should have known! Every week I literally brace myself because I know! I know what my traitorous eyes are going to do but I always say, “This week, I’ll hold them back.” Wrong. This episode started out so good! We go into it knowing this lady is at death’s door okay. She comes into the hospital pregnant, tells the doctors she has cancer and it’s like stage 4 cancer and has been told she has like a year left but she’s carried this baby for 34 weeks now and everything is looking good. So the doctor’s go and do all the necessary tests and come back and tell her that they have to deliver the baby right now because the cancer has turned into an angry monster and they’re afraid for the baby because that woman’s year life span just turned into two months. And this whole time she has her best friend with her, who loves the hell out of her even though she’s kept him in the friend zone but he’s still ready to help her raise this child.

Two months. Okay. We can work with that. The best friend still has hope for her and is happy and excited in the face of this depressing development. So he goes off to the waiting room so they can take her in and do the c-section and she levels with the doctor and asks how likely it is that there wont be complications in the procedure. They’re confident that everything will go fine but they tell her what could possibly go wrong and then she breaks my heart! She tells them that if any complication arrives she wants to sign a DNR (do not resuscitate) form and to tell the best friend she loves him.

Queue that happy music they play during a scene that gets you thinking this whole situation sucks but that music is hope it’ll all be fine. She’ll come out and have two months with her baby.

DO NOT TRUST THE MUSIC! I pretty much lost it at this point because of course the complication happened and the doctors are begging her to let them save her and she’s adamant that she doesn’t want to be saved. I have rivers running down my face wishing I could jump into my screen and yell at that woman even though it’s all fiction. I should have known better but I still subject myself to this emotional torture!

This is getting long so I want to end it by saying that yes, I still cry at Mufasa’s death on the Lion King. I literally can’t help it and if you don’t think that Simba calling for his daddy after watching him fall hundreds of feet to a stampede of animals courtesy of his brother isn’t the saddest thing you’ve ever seen then SHAME!

Do you have any quirky things about yourself that are uncontrollable? Hit me with them in the comments below.

The Not So Secret Life of this Guy

You have a pet or two, or in my case three, right?

Do you ever wonder if they think they have a good life?

Let me give you some background about my special jerk. I absolutely hated cats. I swore I would never have a cat. Dogs and reptiles only. Forever. All cats were the devil’s spawn.

Hear me out.

Back in my college days, when I decided dorm life was not for me, I moved off campus and into a townhouse with this random girl I met in class. She was nice enough. She was also a senior which meant by the end of the year she was leaving and that meant the townhouse was mine. We talked about the living arrangement and she let me know that I she had cats. All I had was my turtle at the time so I let her know as long as her cats didn’t try to jump into Turtle’s tank and eat him, her cats and I would have no problems. Alright, cool! It’s a deal. I moved in.

Little did I know, her cats were the cats from Hell. What I thought were cute, sweet feline faces were imps in disguise. Her cats are what did it for me. I barely slept each night because they would scratch and yowl at the carpet in front of my door because they couldn’t come in. I don’t know you crazy cats so no, you aren’t sleeping in my room. She would sometimes leave on the weekends and I had to deal with their crazy asses! The final straw was when I came home from staying with the hubban (then boyfriend) at his place over the weekend and all the cabinets in the kitchen were open, food was shredded all over the place and the cats were running around like they were possessed. I literally thought we were robbed that day. It was unbelievable. NEVER WILL I EVER have cats. Needless to say, I couldn’t wait until she moved out.

Fast forward to my senior year. A friend of mine informed me that a box of kittens were left on her doorstep. I told my best friend because she expressed interest in wanting a cat. She asked me to go pick one out for her and bring it when I came to visit.

I should have known better… I’m such a sucker!

I looked in the box at this array of kittens, marveling at how they all came from the same mother because they were all different colors. I picked out a little black and white one for my friend and that was that. Cool, done. Right? I can’t remember exactly what made me linger but this jerk was asleep the whole time so I didn’t show any interest but soon as I was going to leave he opened his eyes and I was lost. He stared at me, I stared at him and then I called my boyfriend and was like “you like cats right? because I’m coming home with one…”

From there the rest is history. Milliardo (Gundam character if you were curious; I let the man name the cat..) is family. I think he started out as a nice kitten but the man threw him in a snowpile once because Milliardo scratched him real good and I’m pretty positive he never forgot that. I had to essentially ignore my cat for a year to get him to like the man again! There was also a recent incident of him being a jerk to Isabel (the second cat I’ve obtained since) and Milliardo bit the shit (no better way to convey this) out of my hand and I ended up in the ER contemplating snapping my own cat’s neck. I’ve forgiven him since then because I can’t look at his face and be mad for long. He’s very affectionate and will speak to you if you speak to him back. He likes getting his belly rubbed so we have this whole ritual in the morning of him walking in front of me and plopping on his back for his morning rub.

He has many nicknames. I call him sentry cat because he always sleep at the foot of the bed. He’s also motorboat cat cause he has the deepest purr I’ve ever heard and he’s also drooly cat because you cuddle him enough and he starts drooling. I can go on forever…

I think he has a good life. I can only imagine where he would have ended up since his life started in a box. It’s going on 7 or 8 years now, I believe, and I wish he could live forever. I can’t imagine my everyday life without this jerk. He definitely changed my mind about cats.