Newsflash: Be Who You Are - Not What Others Think You Should Be!

Being on television and reporting the news must be a dream come true for a lot of aspiring journalists. But what about those that don't meet the Ken and Barbie cookie-cutout TV personality? Don't they get a chance at living their dream without ridicule?

Jennifer Livingston is doing it - and now has had to defend herself - in a very personal manner - to a fucking idiot that took it upon himself to email her and verbally spank her about her weight.
I am not exactly thin - okay that was the understatement of the year - but I KNOW IT.
Helloooo... it's not like she has broccoli in her teeth or a boob hanging out on t.v. I'm pretty sure she is aware that she won't be shopping at Hollister any time soon.
She is, however beautiful.  Have you seen this girl? You should - she is stunning.

According to Jennifer, she was going to let it go... even laugh it off, but her husband was like, "Aww HELL no..." and posted it to his Facebook page, where it has taken off and turned into headline news.

Here's the thing... an email, face book posts, even blogs have become the perfect outlet for douche bag pussies that think everyone wants to hear what they have to say.
Here's a News headline for you, assclown:  NO ONE GIVES A CRAP ABOUT YOUR DOUCHEY OPINION.

Bullying is a serious issue - we teach our young children to love themselves no matter what. To be their own person - to march to their own drummer. Why does that message have to stop as we turn into adults? Why can't someone be fat - or short - or cross eyed - and do what they love? Why is it okay to verbally punish someone and publicly embarrass them? What purpose does that really serve?

Mrs. Livingston is living her dream - are you? So what if she doesn't meet your idea of a "socially acceptable" package for an anchorwoman.

 If you want a pair of sweet tits and ass to greet you in your barcalounger in the evening (no doubt set up in your mommy's basement) move to Canada you fucktard, and catch the Naked News.

Flu Shot, Schmoo Shot

I'm on day 2 of feeling like hammered shit. I generally have a "No whining" rule, unless you have a fork in your eye and/ or you are bleeding from your ears, but this flu/ cold/ alien in my chest and sinuses is kicking my ass.
All last night I was up blowing, what would seem to most reasonable people, an unnerving amount of crap out of my head.  I must have gone through an entire roll of Charmin.
I looked like a ridiculous mess. Toilet paper shoved up both nostrils, laying on my back, mouth open, eyes watering, back aching and my 8 week old, long haired chihuahua, Elliott, laying on my head.  I must have been so delirious last night because I distinctly remember cuddling what I thought was my little ball of fluffy love, Elliott, but disturbingly it was a ball of fluffy charmin snot rags. I was so tired and drained I couldn't even muster enough strength to be grossed out over my hallucinogenic state.
To top it off, I woke up in a drying puddle of sweat -  most likely from breaking a fever, so that's a plus!
 I ache. I can't breathe. I can't taste. I can't sit up. Can't lay down. I am miserable.

Since I have been home with so much time on my hands, I have been doing a lot of catching up on blogs and Pinterest, (follow me if you want).
The coolest blog I found yesterday is The 36th Avenue, by Desiree Campbell.  This woman has it all...sewing, stenciling, painting, hot gluing... she is a Martha Stewart wet dream.
She makes me want to go buy a $400 Kitchenaide Stand Mixer and a hot glue gun.
 She also offers some of her items for sale, though I would rather try and channel my own crafty goddess and do it myself.
One thing I found on her site was a whole bunch of craft ideas under $5.00. The coolest by far. I love her idea on the Dollar Tree Christmas village figurines painted black for Halloween. What a great idea - and fun for the kids too!
I'm off to go explore the 1,652,458 channels we have (seriously... a little overkill Bright House)  and hopefully get some rest before my offspring come home and want me to do things for them, like feed them and pay attention to them.