Creole Wisdom

when you're the best of friends...

...You come home from work and find out that you're wearing the same exact outfit.

I love this lady. I love her. I love her.

Good friends = Good life.

first lo of the year

to go into my very empty 2010 scrapbook album. I don't know. I'm sort of bored. Get that way? Probably time to make some mini books :)

This was the very first scrapbook page I created in adobe illustrator, and I really like it. I'm not very well versed in that program yet, but so far, so good.

cardstock: bazzill

button: hunt + gather

"my life" sticker: creative imaginations

strip: ripped out from Boden catalog

easel: ikea :)

are you pregnant?

Life is funny sometimes.

A month ago, I had a doctor's appointment. At the ghetto hospital. Yes, I called it that. HCMC, otherwise know as: where you go when you get shot up on the block. Also known as, not my preferred place for receiving health care.

But, my insurance at the time said to go there. So, because I didn't want to pay $400 (or so I thought), that's where I went.

When I made my appointment the receptionist asked me what my religion, race, and place of employment was. I declined to answer all three. I am sorry, but that is a huge invasion of my privacy. Unbelievable, and none of those categories should determine the level of care I receive. Invasive!

When I got there they insisted that I take a pregnancy test. How offensive, considering a) I'm not pregnant b) I had my period (sorry if that was tmi, but I told the nurse this and she still insisted I take the test).

"I don't need to take that test, I can guarantee it will be negative"

"We require all patients to take a pregnancy test" I've never, never taken a pregnancy test, or been asked to take one. See: ghetto.

Well, the test came back negative (shocker) and guess what...

I got charged for the pregnancy test. The test I did not need. A test not covered by my insurance. All because... they assumed I was lying/could not be trusted.

Had I known a pregnancy test would cost me $75, I would of gladly purchased one myself at Target.

not soon enough

 
In one month, I'll be in Ireland.

On Monday I researched the Aran Islands. SO incredibly beautiful.

I am so excited.

What I can't wait to do in Ireland:

-Drink real Irish cream

-Smell the air

-Pet some sheep

-Eat boxty

-See a celtic cross

-Squeeze Karen

-Navigate a car on the other side of the road with mom

Photo via flickr.

denim

Please tell me I am not too old for this. It's so damn cute, I don't even care. Plus, I have short hair, and it gets my face. Found at H&M.

at last

Sometimes, you can't mess with something good.

I realized over my messenger bag search, that basically what I wanted did not exist. Now, I am all for being crafty, but this was no project my left brain and Bernina could pull off. 

I'm not into paying $150 + for a bag that's supposed to be more utility than fashion. I'm not into waiting 5 weeks to get something. I'm not into leather, really.

No, this is not a messenger bag- it's a tote with a shoulder strap that's adjustable and durable. No, it's not exactly waterproof, but we're renting a car so I'm not going to be drounding in puddles or anything. No, it's not unorthodox.

It's what I know. It's Vera Bradley. I can't lie. The crack called me back home again this afternoon. Now I can be matchy-matchy with my wallet, too. And trust me, it will fit all my stuff and Karen, who I plan to zip up in here and take home with me come March 21st.

I love it. It's me.

Check. Up next, more travel research and packing my bags. In one month I will BE IN IRELAND!

my wishes

Last night, as I was watching the Winter Olympics- figure skating naturally, and with Becky, I started to think about what my wishes were for the world. These are just a few:

I wish that violence against women was more openly discussed so that peace and justice could prevail. I wish people knew and recognized that verbal abuse is still abuse, and can hurt deeply. I wish men were raised to know that intimidation and cruelty have no place in a loving relationship. I also wish women recognized that abuse is a cycle, and sadly, most people do not change.

I wish healthy food was more accessible. It's sad that I have to pick through mounds of produce at Rainbow, but can go to Lund's (a nicer and more expensive store) and get a better product immediately. Basically what you can afford = how good your food is. That is sad.

I wish people would recognize and love children for the amazing human beings that they are. Start noticing them, they make the world better. Also, advocate for them!

I wish to end every damn bad stereotype about black women. and black men. and black families. I'm so over it, and I refuse to patronize any form of media that continues to do this.

I wish people could just lighten up. Stop being so crabby.

I wish men could step up to the plate and be chivalrous, respectful, kind, understanding.

I wish women would stop chasing men, and hold themselves accountable for their behavior within relationships.

I wish art was more appreciated. No I'm not going to take your photos for free, would you try and go buy a car for free? Art is an invaluable asset to our communities.

I wish you could still major in home ec in college. I wish motherhood was viewed as a career, because it's a job, too.

I wish people could get over their biases against Greek life, and realize that it gives a lot of meaning, direction, and joy to many people's lives.

I wish their was more fundamental education about finances and wealth management.

I wish more people cared and even knew about today's Genocide. Just because these people are a "world" away, not white, and speak another language/belong to another culture, does not mean that their deaths are just "another" reality of being in the wrong place in the wrong time. Someday there will too be African genocide courses taught at Universities, just like there are Holocaust ones now, sad.

I wish people here in the US would stop disrespecting the office of the President. It is absolutely saddening to me.

I wish people dressed up more, for special events like going out to eat, or even to church. A little lipstick and tights never hurt anyone.

So those are my world wishes for now, and I'm sure I'll think of more later. Happy Monday.

seward co-op favorites

These are just a few of my favorites from Monday's photo shoot at the Seward Co-op. I love when I finish editing photos a few days before their due date, and I love when so many of them can just be SOTC. Beautiful food doesn't need a lot of changing.

ready for the cliffs of moor

Yesterday, I found a raincoat. I have looked nearly as hard for a cute one as I have for a messenger bag. They are not easy to come by. I neither want to look like a four year old or a nun. This is much, much better:

Hello no I don't care if the sleeves aren't long. I'm from MN, I can take the cold. But you have to tell me, isn't that the most adorable, sexy, and fun rain coat you've ever seen?

And I got it on sale. And I got it from a local shop (V State). Wednesdays might not be the worst day of the week after all-

I make no promises

I love the idea of taking a photo everyday. Reality of it is, I take more than a photo a day. But the entire POTD blog posting intrigues me, and so- since I am truly crazy:

I'm going to try to keep up with my new POTD blog. Yes, I started it in February. I hate January anyway. We'll see how this goes.

Creole Wisdom 365

I think I like to take pictures.