I love “what-if” scenarios. I got the idea from this picture, which I found on Tumblr and unfortunately I don’t know where it came from before that…

So you’re walking down the street, minding your own business, doing nothing wrong or really out-of-the-ordinary. Or maybe you are, but you’re just walking to the store to get a refreshment or something. Somebody drives by and honks and maybe yells out the window at you. “Nice ass!” Or even something a little more innocent like “Hey cutie!”.

Personally, if someone honks at me and doesn’t really give a reason for honking, my first reaction would be to shoot them the bird. Usually honking at someone is a negative reaction and an annoying one, so naturally my response would be something equally abrasive.

I have to agree with the image a little bit. My cousin and I were yelled at out of a car window while taking a walk around our old apartment complex. To be honest, the first time was pretty flattering. I had lost some weight after having Aiden and I was back to my old self, so it was nice to be acknowledged.

Then they drove by again. And again. The third time they did it, they slowed down to talk to us but we ignored them. Then we saw them turn around to come back a 4th time. Creepy shit! We were almost back to the apartment so we ran the rest of the way.

SO you see, its nice to be complimented by a stranger, but there are exceptions.

1.) Don’t over-do it. Once is enough.
2.) If you’re a much older man, don’t hit on a girl 1/4 your age, even if she is over 18. Its still gross.
3.) NO physical contact. Ass grabbing was never and will never be cool. Just ’cause we’re hot doesn’t make us a petting zoo.
4.) “Hey pretty lady.” is much more acceptable than “Nice tits.”. Use common sense.

What would you do, or rather, how would you feel in the situation described above?

Your obedient love-slave,
Ang

Posted On March 9, 2010 | Permalink | Got Something To Say? | C3mments | Filed Under Inspiration Wall

I got some of the stuff up on the shop site last night, the other things I’ve been working on are still waiting on the supplies I ordered. I really hope they weren’t lost in transit. They got shipped from China so of course they’re gonna take a good 2 weeks (or more) to get to me. I just hope they get to me. But anyhoozits, here it is…

That’s the logo I was toiling over. I wanted something kinda simple, every how-to-make-a-logo article I read all said to keep it relatively simple because it makes it easier to remember and recognize. You also need to be able to easily adapt it to different things and make it look good if its small. I was gonna use the gothic font that I love (the one up there) but it didn’t look so good shrunk down.

But I’m really excited about the stuff!!! Here are a few of the things up on the site ready for sale.

This one is like my baby, its the first bracelet I made entirely out of polymer clay beads. I formed them by hand, painted them by hand and glazed them with acrylic gloss. I friggin’ love that mauve color. I would keep it, but I won’t be stingy. The beads are kinda big (1.5 cm in diameter) so this is a bold bracelet. The boldness is what helped me give it its name “Lady Executive”. Click here.

I’m happy with how these turned out. People usually make cute sweet foodies but have you seen some spicy ones? I love the cupcakes and other baked goods people make out of polymer clay and I may make some of my own very soon. I made some little roses that are waiting in the wings! Click here.

These are pins made out of plastic butterfly wings (from some hair clips) that I glued to a polymer heart base and graced by 2 Swarovski crystal rhinestones. There’s a green/blue, pink/purple and gold pin. Click here.

I’ll probably end up selling more individual charms if I can’t get these supplies here soon. I also have a few hair accessories I’m about to work on.

Oh, and I’m doing a shop link exchange on the shop site, check that out and contact me if you have a shop and want to link up! Click click click.

Your obedient love-slave,
Ang

Posted On March 8, 2010 | Permalink | Got Something To Say? | C11mments | Filed Under Diary, Scrap Book

I…

Baked mud pies in the sun; Pretended my Barbies were super heroes; Watched The Muppet Babies, Pee Wee’s Playhouse & Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles; Played in my kiddie pool; Spent lots of time in my sandbox, making tiny cities; Caught toads, worms and other creepy crawlies; Wanted to go on far-away adventures (still do); Wore “Jellies“; Went as Dorothy from The Wizard Of Oz for Halloween 3 years in a row; Played dress-up and piled on as much jewelry as possible; Loved the little lipstick sample my Mom let me have; Loved going places in town with my Daddy; Remember the big drought of 1988; Drew pictures when I was stuck in doors or had to use my nebulizer; Thought I heard a fairy outside my bedroom window one morning; Hid things from myself on purpose so I’d be excited to find them months later; Was allergic to milk (I grew out of it later); Made a pact with my Dad. If I went to the bathroom by myself at night (I was 3), he would stop smoking. We both kept our promise.; Was terrified of one side of my room (the West wall was haunted); Played games with my baby brother (he was a little prince and I was a little princess); Pretended I lived in Fern Gully; Made a doll house out of a cardboard box; Started writing in a journal when I was 10; Watched Bob Ross and tried to paint was he was painting with my watercolor set; Loved apples, grapes, orange flavored Popsicles & when my Dad made Cream of Wheat in the morning; Ate ketchup with my fingers; Loved “Who Framed Roger Rabbit” and thought Jessica Rabbit was awesome; Chewed on leaves from the trees (don’t ask); Was terrified of bees; Loved learning the alphabet with my Sesame Street flash cards; LOVED Sesame Street; Hated Mr. Rogers and The Care Bears; Had a Glow Worm; Collected Pogs & Slammers; Wore footie pajamas; Loved my books even though I couldn’t read yet; Always had outside birthday parties (summer baby); Wanted to be a grown up.

Your obedient love-slave,
Ang

Posted On March 1, 2010 | Permalink | Got Something To Say? | C10mments | Filed Under Photo Album, Scrap Book

Two of the best scenes from “Harold & Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay”.

Your obedient love-slave,
Ang

Posted On February 28, 2010 | Permalink | Got Something To Say? | C2mments | Filed Under Movie Shelf

Things I want to pass on to my son as he gets older. Hopefully he’ll heed my words and not be like me, having to learn the hard way all the time.

Check the bottoms of your shoes for doggie doo before you go to school. You don’t want to be the kid smelling like crap all day long.

No matter how much you may want to, don’t pull little girls’ hair. All it does is piss them off. Also, don’t throw a basket ball at her head. This isn’t the way to win her over.

Raise your hand even if you don’t know the answer. You’ll called on if you DON’T raise your hand.

If you get called on and you don’t know the answer, make up a funny one.

Don’t be the kid that steals lunch money. Be the kid that beats the crap out of the kid that steals lunch money.

In other words, stand up for yourself and the people that can’t fight back.

Start learning how to drive nice and early, so you’re a pro by the time you turn 16. (Daddy will probably start teaching you when you’re 6 anyway.)

Think long and hard about what you really want to do before you go to college.

Don’t use ridiculous pick-up lines if you like a girl.

Wear a condom.

ALWAYS be yourself.

Don’t get a credit card when you’re 19. 99% of the time this is a very bad idea.

But if you do, make DAMN SURE you build your credit instead of ruin it. Turns out, credit is a very important thing.

***More will be added later!

Your obedient love-slave,
Ang

Posted On February 27, 2010 | Permalink | Got Something To Say? | C5mments | Filed Under Scrap Book

I hope you will do these yourselves on your own blogs because its interesting to see what other peoples’ opinions are about these topics. You don’t need to link me if you don’t want to, but I allow trackbacks and pingbacks (shows up where the comments are) so you’ll automatically get linked back to this post if you do. If you don’t have a blog feel free to post your own answers in a comment.

Do you believe in….

Past lives? Yes. I’m pretty sure I either lived in ancient Egypt or I was a nomad in a desert land at some point. I also feel like I was a man somewhere down the line. It would kinda explain the fact that I have some guyish tendencies. I don’t really believe you can come back as a different animal though. I think you stick to a species. My mom had some cats that died and came back to us as a different cat. I know that might sound a little nutty but we have our reasons for believing that.

God? The Devil? Kinda and No. When it comes to a belief in God, I believe in the sense that the Native Americans believed in it. I believed there is a “Great Spirit” that is in everything and it connects us all together. I don’t think its male or female specifically, I think its both. Its everything all at once. I also don’t believe in an all-powerful evil being. The devil is part of the Christian and Islamic faiths (and I’m sure a few others but those are the biggies) and I’m a member of neither.

Angels? I don’t know exactly. I actually have a stronger belief in fairies and nature spirits than I do in heavenly beings. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I feel a closer connection to the earth.

Heaven? I believe we go to another plane of existence when we die, spend some time there and then come back to this plane if we have something else to learn. I don’t believe in hell. Under the right conditions, this world can be like hell. I also think that if you’re an asshole it will catch up with you eventually and in essence, you’ll be in hell.

Aliens? Maybe. If the universe is infinite, then why should we be the only intelligent life?

Totem animals/spirit guides? I have a story for you. You’ll probably think I’m nutty again, but I met mine. I was reading a book about spirit guides (I believe it was this one) and it said that if you tell your guide that you want to meet them, get their name and know what they look like, they’ll appear to you somehow in your physical everyday life as a seemingly normal person. I was at work about a week or so later (this is when I was working at the gift shop on I-80) and I was bored, not really thinking about anything. The turnpike plaza was crowded and I was standing at the cash register when a guy walked by the shop, turned and looked straight at me and said “There you are!” I was kinda confused but I didn’t feel creeped out. He walked up to me and told me his name was “Raymundo Dos Plumos”, which he translated to “Raymond Two Feathers”. I was completely tongue-tied, but I looked at his eyes and felt like I knew him somehow. He was Caucasian, looked about 50-ish, had gray hair and hazel eyes. His hair was pulled back in a short pony tail, he had a bit of a goatee or facial stubble and he was dressed kinda like a biker. Then he said “Okay, bye!” and walked off just like that. I was a little flabbergasted but then I remembered my request. Strangely enough I haven’t “talked” to Raymundo, but I think he talks to me when I get a reassuring voice that tells me to calm down or a thought that maybe I should or shouldn’t do something.

“Frisbeetarianism is the belief that when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck.” ~ George Carlin

Your obedient love-slave,
Ang

Posted On February 25, 2010 | Permalink | Got Something To Say? | C8mments | Filed Under Diary, Scrap Book

If you scroll down just a little and read my previous post, you’ll see that I made some sort of psychological breakthrough with myself, most specifically with my poetry. I came to the conclusion that I still have plenty of barriers that keep me from expressing myself fully, barriers that I didn’t seem to have 5 years ago. In all, I’m wiser than I was and I do like myself now more than I did before. I’m on a quest to bring out my inner child, who felt completely free to create. I think the main thing is, I only wrote poetry for myself. I didn’t write it with the intention of someone else reading it. This is what i need to do now.

I’ll also be doing some regular “exercises” on here to try to help break down my barriers. I’ll be straying as far away from my comfort zone as I can. I figured this blog would be a very good place to do that.

On a different note, here is a video I love watching over & over. Of course my favorite band, proving how genius they were (still are, just separately…) by recovering from an embarrassing technical difficulty and turning it into something beautiful. <--- FANGIRL (there's some naughty words, fair warning)

Obviously the sound quality was poor for the actual song, so this one isn’t as good as some of their other videos.

There’s something very valuable to be learned here. They didn’t panic when something went awry. They stayed calm and made do with what they had and recovered gracefully. Their sense of humor is apparent in their other live videos too, another reason why they’re fun to watch.

/end gush.

Your obedient love-slave,
Ang

Posted On February 23, 2010 | Permalink | Got Something To Say? | C4mments | Filed Under Diary, Music Box

Don’t be so hard on me
I’m only human can’t you see.
I’m a divine mistake, a mystery
I’ll never be what you expect of me.

They say she’s lonely in her tree,
but its exactly where she needs to be.
She needs to cry, to sleep, to breathe,
and when she’s ready then she’ll leave.

She’ll come back to earth,
she’ll feel brand new.
When she’s ready, she’ll come back to you.

© 2004 Angela Neal

That’s one of my favorite poems that I wrote back when I used to do it all the time. Back when I was more of a tortured soul and before I became… an adult?

I used to sit down with my notebook, something on my mind and end up with a great little poem, if I did say so myself. For some reason I can’t do that anymore. I don’t process my emotions the same way. As I got older I got harder I started internalizing things more. I don’t think my love of poetry and the spirit of the craft of poetry has left me, I just stopped expressing it the same way. Believe me, I’ve tried. I always end up with something shallow and bleh.

I think back in 2005, I embarked on my journey to become more independent. In the process of gaining that independence, I was faced with the perils of the world and how harsh it is. When you’re stressed out and come up against one trial after another, naturally you’re going to get tougher, but unfortunately I toughened up just enough to suppress that magical wonder of the world that I used to have. I guess I just have to retrain myself now if I want to be able to write like that again.

“You will find poetry nowhere unless you bring some with you.” ~ Joseph Joubert

How would you go about breaking down the barriers you’ve built up around you to protect yourself?

Your obedient love-slave,
Ang

Posted On February 22, 2010 | Permalink | Got Something To Say? | C5mments | Filed Under Diary

In the winter my social life almost comes to a grinding halt because one–kid, two–we got buried, three–its really cold, four–everyone is busy working makin’ their paper and when they’re not, they’re at home relaxing, getting warm and spending time with loved ones like any other sane person.

I reallllyy want spring back now. Today is sunny and not as cold and the icicles are melting. Days like this give me hope and lift my spirits. It also makes our gas bill just a little smaller. Its mind boggling how expensive it is to keep your house above 65 degrees Fahrenheit. On Wednesday I was feeling really down in the dumps. I chalk it up to a few different things: $, lack of sleep, lack of good nutrition and lack of sunlight. Its not that I hate winter really, its just around February or March I start getting antsy.

So I like looking at pictures of lush greenery and sunlight.

OOhh I love that last one. When St. Patrick’s Day gets here I’ll really go green happy.

On Saturday night I’ll hopefully be going out with my long time girl friends for some much needed fun.

As for the jewelry biz, I started working on the designs and ordered the last supplies I needed from Etsy. Gotta love Etsy. By the looks of it, some time next week I’ll have the first pieces up for sale.

I leave you with this–

I like it. It makes it look like she has an idea all the time. I might try this is or something similar. I don’t know if I could get it in that shape, unless I actually put a light bulb in my hair. I love when people aren’t afraid to try weird things. How do you think style progresses?

Your obedient love-slave,
Ang

Posted On February 19, 2010 | Permalink | Got Something To Say? | C6mments | Filed Under Diary, Scrap Book