Old Deuteronomy

Yesterday was the second official week of the new TV show The Cougar!

In this epic chapter of reality television series we get to watch the lovely Stacey (the cougar) hopes to meet, date, and even fall in love with the new man (or I guess we should say BOY) of her dreams.

The first week we got to meet all of the guys who are all under the age of 29. My favorite is the military guy who called her "too old" to be a cougar at their first interaction. They all made their first impressions to try to be the first to accompany middle aged Stacey into the mansion first. Travis, the surfer dude somehow won... maybe it was because they have similar hair styles.

Last night was the celebration of Stacey's 40th birthday. I have to give it to her - she does not look 40. She looks like she could be the sister of these boys not the mother... oh wait, she has a daughter that is actually older than some of the people she is now dating. But wait - only one of the 15 people left know that she has 4 children! The suspense builds.

I am excited to see how this twice married, four time mother finds the boy of her dreams in the weeks to come. Next week the boys have to pick out a dress for our little debutante - I can't wait to see who wins! Best wishes Stacey!

I Am Missing

So I have obviously been MIA for quite a while now, and I would like to say that I just have not had anything to write about or nothing notable has been happening. That however is simply not the case. I have been crazy busy, not sleeping enough, and stretching muscles that I did not even know existed. And I am afraid that I do not even have time for an amazing life changing post now - since the consequence of reading one of my posts is usually life altering - I know. So I will keep it short and sweet.

Some Notes:

I have seen a man jabbing a pen into his ear on the subway.

It is possible to read more than three plays in one day, and it is not likely that any of them will not use profanity to make a point.

"Mi Pizzichi, mi stuzzichi, mi pungichi, me mastiche!"

Is what I am doing Kind, Constructive, and Honest?

"Sometimes, in a movie the heroes doing all this stuff that's dangerous but you know, because of the type of movie it is, that he's not going to get hurt."

Rosie Thomas: Listen to her music

Don't do something knowing you are going to fail. Do something with the intention to succeed.

"An Ounce of behavior is worth more than a pound of words" - Sandy Meizner

The Hunger

In December I attended a fun and festive Christmas Party where we played a good old fashioned white elephant gift exchange. I brought something that I thought was really cool and that people would certainly want to steal - a FEED 100 bag. I ended up looking like a weirdo when I stole it from the girl who had picked it, thinking someone would surely steal it from me as well. I stole it pretty early in the game and was disappointed when no one stole it away from me. I ended up going home with the same present I brought to the party - talk about the worst giver ever. I felt lame for a full few days, but its not like it was on my mind all the time or anything. A few days before Christmas (while I was using my new bag that I got for Christmas from myself) I visited The Natural History Museum. The man checking bags to make sure no one brought knives or explosives into the Night at the Museum museum asked me what the 100 on my bag stood for. At that moment everything changed - I was the proud owner of a FEED 100 bag. I took a few minutes to explain the cause to him and he was so excited about it. Instead of a long winded explanation from me now, here is an actual excerpt from their website. Please visit it and buy your own bag - its a really good cause.

Feedprojects.org

The Problem:

Hunger and malnutrition kill more people than AIDS, malaria, and TB combined.

The global food system is imbalanced and people are sick and dying due to lack of good quality nutrition.

Almost 400 million children around the world go to bed hungry every night. In fact, every five seconds a child dies because he or she is hungry.

There are still over 77 million children not attending school (60% of which are girls), 150 million children drop out of school before attaining a basic primary education, and 50 million hungry children are not receiving any form of food aid.

The Solution:

School feeding is one of the most effective solutions to stopping hunger and breaking the poverty cycle.

In 74 countries, the UN World Food Program (WFP) offers a nutrient-packed meal to children in school. This food gets kids to school, who might not attend otherwise, and gives them the energy to learn and empowers them to better their lives.

When boys and girls are given a free, nutritious meal in school, research has shown that attendance increases by 100% and performance improves greatly. Girls with just a few years of education have fewer children, have them later in life, and are better prepared to care for and educate them. For many children, a school lunch is the only meal they will receive all day. Learn More: www.wfp.org

Our Product Values:

All FEED products are made as eco-friendly and fairly as possible. Our bags are produced with high-quality,100% organic cotton and natural burlap. We work with only audited and certified fair labor facilities. It's important to us to visit the places our products are made AND the places our donations are going.

Wild Thing

Now that I have graduated from UCLA and live elsewhere, I have started to miss the cute little wild creatures that called that beautiful campus their home. Although this cute little guy calls Central Park his home it makes me remember how much I liked seeing little fuzzy creatures everyday.

Maybe his name is Rupert.
It probably is...

This Photograph is Proof

As many of my friends know, I am currently trying to become good at taking photographs that might also be considered artsy. The picture above is obviously a failed attempt, but an attempt none-the-less and it comes with a short little story that some may find amusing. After one of the first snow falls in the city I decided to bust out my awesome new camera and try to take some cool fandangeled pictures. Central Park seemed a good place for cool snow pictures, but I have to admit I didn't get any that made me extremely proud. Sorry, on to the better part.

A man suddenly ran by me in some very very short shorts (so short a girl shouldn't even wear them) with the longest socks you will ever see. They were like stockings a woman might wear with something short to show off how good her legs look. The thing was that the man was old, did not have attractive legs, and was definitely not a woman. He should not have been wearing those socks - case closed. There was a small group of tourists walking at a quicker pace from behind me and I heard them say "He is going to slash." My first thought was "Oh! No! He is going to try to kill all of us as once." And then I realized that this was impossible unless he had a bomb and there was absolutely no way he was carrying it unless it was really small. And then I thought even if he tries to kill us my boyfriend knows ma-hatz or some street fighting things and he will protect me. But by the time all of these thoughts raced through my head I realized that I was not going to die and the man had already run by. Crisis averted. Or so I thought.

I paused for a minute or so to take a picture of the bench above and then continued down the little path to 59th street. All of a sudden the short shorts runner sock guy was back - and now he was mad. He was approaching at a very fast pace telling me I was despicable, pitiful, and some other harsh words that I no longer remember. He was shaking his head and had the hugest frown I had ever seen. He was galloping towards me and my boyfriend waving a finger with rage. The tourists were now nowhere to be found. "Oh! He was waiting for them to leave before he tried to kill us". All of a sudden he pivoted and started walking angrily the other way and I finally caught the words that justified his madness, "You think it's funny to take my picture while I am taking a piss, you are pitiful! PITIFUL!" I think he also muttered something about being ashamed as he started running again and he kept turning around to make sure I was no longer capturing his soul with my camera.

As you can see, as you reference the picture above, he is not in it. I had no idea he was peeing on that wall on the right side of the bench. After I realized he was not going to kill me I still felt horrible and had the strange desire to run after him and explain that his wee-wee was not the focus of my picture. Poor guy.

Wait, I just realized that he was peeing in public on a wall in Central Park. Gross!