Neglect.

I'm really not using this blog anymore, it seems to be easier to update my tumblr, especially from my phone. Find me at: ohhholyfools.tumblr.com.

XO,
Shine

A Very Sparkly, Feminst Christmas.

Stuck in the station for the next hour and a half. I shouldn't say stuck, I should say privileged to be here, because after all I have been given the privilege of broadcasting my barely-there voice across AT LEAST 4 counties. At least. And that is saying something! Just ask my parents.

This holiday season finds me exceptionally sparkly and energetic. It's a refreshing change, compared to last year's bout of depression and contemplating a Christmas-induced suicide attempt. Hanging myself with tinsel; how poetic (and itchy). Maybe it's because I actually have a minuscule amount of money, enough to buy somewhat impressive gifts to the ones I love and loathe. I also have a house to decorate, the perfect pair of boots to wear in cold weather, a handsome man to cuddle at night, and a good amount of "friends" to spend festive feasts with. I really can't complain this year, at least not about Christmas. I have PLENTY of other things to rant about.

For instance; man-hating feminists. Have we really not developed as intelligent females, that we are still hating and bashing men, for simple human behavior? One of the main reasons why I identify myself as a feminist is because I am wholeheartedly anti-sexism. Anti-sexism, meaning one sex is equal to the next. Meaning our actions are not defined with whichever genitals lay between our legs, meaning we should not be able to make excuses based on the difference between a penis and a vagina. I am still hearing women, who consider themselves feminists, use the excuse "UGH, he is being such a boy." or "MEN. I hate men". And I myself am guilty of saying such things once in a blue balled-moon, but by saying such things and other various judgmental remarks, we are allowing these men to act like the men we expect them to be. We are creating a vicious cycle of gender-dividing confrontations. I'm at the point of embarrassment.

I could go on and on, and complain about how pro-sexism feminists are sterilizing the idea of feminism to those on the outside, and preventing the positive ideals of feminism to be shared with others, but I won't. I'll spare you. I will not spare you, however, on the fact that ODWALLA CHOCOLATE PEANUT BUTTER PROTEIN BARS TASTE LIKE LITTLE DEBBIE BROWNIES, HOLY SHIT.

Kiss my fat ass,
Shine
XO

Marriage? Who, me?

Ethan and I are getting married! I'm wearing the most beautiful ring on my left hand and I am as happy as happy can be. Everything is beautiful these days. We've set a tentative date for next fall, but that could change one million times.

Back to work!
No one reads this!

Shine
XO

I'm glad I didn't die before I met you.

Dear my blog,

Tomorrow (hopefully), Ethan and I get the keys to our new home sweet home. Labeled a duplex, however we have decided to call it a "flat", it is all hardwood, has a huge kitchen, and a 2 bedroom, which MEANS HAVING MY OWN SEWING ROOM. I will get to fall asleep and wake up next to the love of my lifetime. I am glowing from the inside out.

New news is good news.

XO,
Shine.

Thinking about thinking about thinking.

Who am I? An 80 year old woman trapped in the dimples and curves of an almost 22 year old girl? I've traded in my champagne bottles for early nights and well-behaved ways. I cant seem to find a happy medium between obsessive and complacent, intriguing and predictable, reliable and unexpected. One extreme to the next has always been my forte, leaving me struggling to find a meaning in the actions of my own and others. I read the world like it's a 500 mile deep bible; I try to find hidden answers and signs within the most simple words or expressions, and I find it hard to be satisfied with just living. I contemplate what's right and what's wrong, 50 times over until my heart has checked out and my brain is the only force in my body keeping me moving.

I'm good with words, but terrible when it comes to listening to the things I say or type. I can't even take my own advice, let alone the recommendations of those I turn to the most. I ace almost every job interview I am given, based on the fact that I will say what you want to hear and mean every goddamn word. I'm not a liar; I will change my mind to fit yours. I give until I'm all out of giving things, and I try too exceedingly hard to please others. Every step and every thought is an instant bout of stress sent down my spine, all the way to the heels of my feet. I can't relax, I can't do things in moderation. If I'm not obsessing over the numbers that the scale reads, I'm obsessing over a calorie count consumed and a calorie count burnt off.

I hope to someday find a middle ground; somewhere I can lay out a beach chair and stick around for a while. I want to put my feet in the sand of happiness, but I don't think I've found it yet. I most definitely do not want to die with one foot in each door or soul at all times. I want to fall in love with the world, and I've realized I have to let it fall in love with me first. I'm great at good impressions, but I am most definitely terrible at keeping up appearances.

Oh, Those Adorable Gill Girls!

Recent events have been brought to my attention, and its safe to say, that I have instinctively felt threatened. Not threatened in a sense that I felt as if things were going to change, but I felt as if my toes were being stepped on; I had a trespasser in my "turf". Actions were made, all is well, but it got me thinking. Where did this sense of being territorial come from? Why did I feel so protective, and so passionate about this one thing? This other silly female? And then it hit me. Because, readers, or non-readers, I have been raised as a Gill girl. I am my mother's daughter, and I have never been one to succumb to the bullshit brought upon by others. As far as I'm concerned, matters of the heart are always my business, and if you or someone else decide you'd like to test the waters, to see if I give a shit, I do. I am passionate about what and who I love, and who I do and what I love.



My mother. The original Gill Girl. My hero of all heroes. A Goddess living among idiot mortals. A hell raising, whiskey from the bottle, passionate, protective, creative, kind-hearted, fierce woman. A woman who has always taught me to stand up for what I believe in, fight for what I think is right, and never lose myself in the malicious intent of others.





Just thought I'd clear things up a bit. Call me crazy, call me irrational, but do not ever underestimate me for the woman I am: A hell raising, whiskey from the bottle, passionate, protective, creative, kind-hearted, fierce being of a woman.

Until next time, (paws off, baby cakes)
Shine XO

Yerba Mate? Yerba Makin' Me Cah-razy!

I am a HUGE caffeine groupie, and for a good extended period of time, I wouldn't have been surprised to find that the percentage of my body that consisted of water, had been replaced by black coffee. After a few months of my two (or four) cups a day habit, I began to feel as if the coffee was eating my body from the inside out; because it probably was. Having known the magic and power of Guayaki Yerba Mate tea, I decided to make the switch and have now been drinking double batches of it instead of the black stuff.





For any fans of tea, or any fans of getting a good jolt via liquid remedy, I will recommend this tea to the moon and back. Now only is it delicious and easy to brew, but it also works as a mood booster, something along the lines of an all-natural anti-depressant. It also provides anti-oxidants and has been found to counteract the chance of obesity. Personally, after drinking it, I feel as though I can save the world. If Wonder Woman was an Nascar driver, she would be sponsored by Yerba Mate.

The tea itself comes in a variety of flavors such as Raspberry, Mint, and Citrus, although my favorite has to be the Original. And if hot tea isn't your thing, it also comes bottled and chilled, which would make it a great addition to any summer picnic.




Yerba Mate is the absolute nectar of life. I would not be able to be a full time nanny, a morning disc jockey, or fit in two workouts a day without it. Get your paws on it!



Until next time, for more tales of tea and trouble,
Shine XO