Don't Treat Others

There was an ad campaign that went around. Not too sure what it was called. But graphic images were depicted where humans and animals had their roles reversed. There was a lot of backlash against these ads. I don't express my own morals on here too often, people don't really know how passionate I can be about animals, but these ads are exactly the wake-up call people need.
Below are the ads that supported this campaign, if you are easily upset I would recommend not looking at them.

A Piece of Advice

I am not a religious person.
I do not follow the bible, the Qur'an, or spend my time studying the book of mormon.
I don't pretend to know who is going to heaven, who will be there when you get there, or even if there is a heaven. I don't know if I am going to heaven, if I am doomed to hell, or if there is no such thing as either or.
I don't condem people for the sins they commit. I don't pretend to know what God wants. Furethermore, I don't even know if there is a God. I don't know if my personal beliefs are right, and I don't know if yours are either.
I don't think people who pray are right, nor do I think they are wrong. I don't think only Christians will be in heaven, how could all the good non-christians be excluded from this paradise? I don't think Catholicism is the right religion, though I don't think it the wrong one either.
I don't think being gay is wrong, and I don't think sexual identity should be taken into consideration when churches or religious houses are choosing members. I do not judge people by the color of their skin, the religions they practice, the sex they are or the area of the world they hail from.

There is only one thing I know for certain: No one really knows.
How can they?
They have ideas, thoughts and beliefs. But they don't know. They can assume, surmise, think, have an idea about, or blieve, but they still don't know.

In conclusion...

Be Good To Others. And in return others will be good to you.
And if they aren't? Move along.
Keep playing your part.
Don't concern yourself with the parts other people are playing, because you can't change them anyways.
Learn. Live. And Love.
In the end, no one knows, so stop pretending you do.

Crap

The whole month has nearly passed and I've failed to write a single blog. What the hell is that about? I think it was about me editing my book and trying to remain in the top five on Authonomy. Can't wait for Sunday to hit, then I can return to the lazy bastard that I am.
Nothing much happened this month and to be right honest I am in a bit of a funk. Uncontrolable really. I have been trying to pick myself up out of it, unfortunatly it isn't so easy. Sometimes I watch videos of people hurting themselves on YouTube to make myself feel better. It works for a couple minutes but then back to the same black cloud funk. I am the funkmaster. I am Funkmaster Fly.
Not to mention I joined a gym at the beginning of December, much to my chagrin, and not a single pound has melted off. Where is my hot new body?
In the mail, I hope.
So here is a rather mundane blog for you. Letting you all know that February will be a much better blog month, I promise to blow your mind.
Xo

Christmas

I have never really been a fan of Christmas. I know that is sad. I know it is. Especially when you are a child, it is a season you are supposed to love. I was always so tired. It took so much energy. And there were times that I simply spent my time watching and wondering when it would be over.
There are a couple Christmas memories I have that I would share but they would probably make you sad, they are my earliest memories.
We always did everything right. We put the cookies out, we hung our stockings, we wrapped the presents, we had the turkey dinner. But everything just always turned out wrong.
My parents tried but with six kids things just didn't work out. There was fighting, crying and foot stomping. I honestly think my parents had too many children and that was the cause for a lot of the strife.
As I grow older I come to terms with the fact that Christmas can be whatever I want it to be. There doesn't have to be fighting, though usually there is some sort of bickering.
My family is different from Jay's. He loves Christmas. He is family orientated. He loves the hustle and bustles of the malls, I think to the point where he even likes the line ups. He loves the food. He loves the chaotic feelings. The rushing about.
I do not.
I want to curl up in a blanket with a book and just sleep and read.
Unfortunately, I have to participate. It is a duty of being his wife. I mean he cuts me some breaks. I know he would understand if his childhood was like mine, but it wasn't.
We are really different. I am introverted and he is extremely extroverted (though he denies this, which I find funny.)
One thing I do love love love about Christmas is giving. I do love to give gifts. I love spending money, and getting useless crap for people. I like telling people what they mean to me.
So in the spirit of Christmas, I put my game face on and I play. I think one day Jay will know that I try, even though he doesn't think I do.
This got heavy. So I will tell you this Christmas story.

When I was about ten my mother bought me a new Christmas dress. I wanted to impress everyone and show everyone how lovely I was. When in reality I was awkward and weird. So there I was with my purple floral patterned dress, smiling (without teeth because my teeth smile is hideous) and looking looking for compliments. I remember my brother Michael told me I looked pretty. This made me delighted. Then I got a mad stomachache and felt like crapping myself. Then I spent an hour in the bathroom. Stripping my clothes off and then wrapping a towel around myself. I am not too sure why but when I had a stomachache I felt better naked. Then when I was done I put on my fancy Christmas outfit, then went to bed. Without Christmas dinner.
That was the last time I dressed up for Christmas. I learned my lesson.

So This Is Christmas

Today I exchanged gifts with Leppy.

I have no words to describe the card, but it made me laugh so hard I cried.

I would explain it for you, but I would do it no justice. So instead...I will post it here for your enjoyment.