Sweet And Sour Cat Goes Splat

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What a title for a post, I know, but you gotta admit... it's funny as heck!

You see, my parents were out of town for the week-end, and it was up to me to go feed Bella the cat.

Ordinarily, Bella doesn't give a damn about me and won't even let me pet her, but whenever she's been alone for a while and come to feed her, she's all over me. So transparent. Sheesh.

Anyway, I tend to forget things, so when my parents asked, I was like sure no problem, but you know, feel free to text me.

So that morning I get a text that reads "Meow meow meow meow".

And then that night I get one that asks if the cat was alright. This of course really means "did you remember to feed the cat?"

So I respond and tell him of course she's fine, and Barry decides to send "don't believe a word she says, she microwaved the cat."

I instantly receive "I kill You!!! (achmed)"

And then Barry sends "we decided to make sweet and sour cat goes splat for dinner."

And my dad quips back with "we're going to save a lot of money at
Christmas"

We were like "What? We saved you some..."

More threats... And wishes of nightmares.

Barry ends it with "tell Diane her owl collection is wonderful."

That's it, I think I'm losing my key and my sister will be asked to feed the cat from now on!

I sure had a good laugh, hope they did too. I'm so lucky to have parents that are also great friends.

Much love,
Felicia

First Day Of Spring

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When you were a kid, which date were you told the seasons changed on?

"Spring Bloom" Painting on ipad by Felicia-May Stevenson

I could swear it was the 21st.  In fact, I'm sure of it.  So when did this change, and more importantly, why?!

I'd been arguing about this with my eldest son for two days, as his teacher told him the first day of spring was on March 20th, and my youngest's teacher said the 21st.  A quick google search has just revealed that he is right and I am wrong.  

Apparently a bunch of astronomers got together and decided that the vernal equinox (AKA first day of spring) actually happened today, March 20th this year.

What's worse, it seems that March 21st has barely ever been the first day of spring.

Is everything I learned in school nothing but a lie?

Monday

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A little dark humor for you:  Just another day in the office.

;)

Funny Fridays: A Poem

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To celebrate Friday this week, I not only "painted" you a picture, but I even went all out and wrote you a poem.

"Smile, it's Friday" Painting on iPad by Felicia-May Stevenson

Another week has come and gone

All the work is finally done 

No more sitting on the bus

The weekend is upon us

Today's gonna be a great day

Because today is funny Friday!!!

Yayyyyyyyy Friday!!!!

Ps: I use the term "painted" lightly, as this image was created by using Art Studio for iPad, the best app a digital artist could ever ask for.  The best part?  There's no clean-up after I'm done.

Toothaches

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I've had a toothache since Monday.

Here, I drew you a picture.



Much love,
Felicia

Wouldn't We All Like To Know

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This funny pic is courtesy of Your Reason To Laugh, a Facebook page dedicated to all things funny.  *I like.

Depression, Anxiety and Other Fun Stuff

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It's been a rough week.  

I'm still looking for a house to rent for April 1.  With the date fast approaching, I'm feeling more anxious and stressed by the minute.  The market is small, and getting ourselves approved has not been the easiest thing.  We are waiting on some news for one very nice house, but it's been such a long process from start to finish that I find myself losing hope that we`ll get it.  I'm trying to remain positive, but combined with the following, it's got me feeling pretty down.

The Bipolar Circuit has been tough on my emotions as well...  

Since  becoming  a blogger, I've met several wonderful like minded beings, and have been in "close" contact with them either through our blogs or twitter (as close as one can be through the internet).

This week, three of these wonderful people talked about killing themselves.

• One has been admitted to hospital and is undergoing ECT (Electro Convulsive Disorder).  I'm terrified for her.  I don't know much about it and can't stop thinking about her and how she must be doing.  There have  been no communications since she was admitted.
• One disappeared off of Twitter 7 days ago after hinting that she was going to end it, and posted 2 days ago that she was going to kill herself.  The post was soon removed and all that remains is an empty post and silence.  A common twitter friend who knows her called the police, but he doesn't know enough to be kept in the loop.  So I don't know if she's alive, if the police went to her house, if she's in the hospital or if she's just dead.  The worry and not knowing is killing me.  If you're reading sweetie, please don't hurt yourself, and please let me know you're breathing.
• And now one is waiting to find out if she has a fatal disease and is hoping she does, so that she can die without having to commit the act.

I've been there ladies.  I know what you're going through.  I'm worried about you.  I think about you.

I care about you.

Read my first post on suicide, I hope it helps to ease your pain, or take your mind off your troubles.

Or at least see that you are not alone.

I'm praying for you,

Much Love, 

Felicia

Anniversaries and Life Changing Milestones

Pin It It's my 5 month Bloggerversary!!!  



I just realized this as I was working on another post, and I decided it's an important enough milestone that it deserves to be celebrated... or at least get an honorable mention ;)

I read on many other sites that most bloggers don't make it past the six month mark.  They get discouraged or uninspired and their blogs fall to the wayside, disappearing into cyberspace.

When I first started this blog, I was in a hypomania episode and was so inflated that I was completely convinced that I had found the answer to all of my prayers.  Later, when I started to feel depressed again, the blog became neglected and I feared that I would be like most bloggers and let my blog die.

But I'm still here.  Maybe not as frequently, but I'm still here.

This is also partly due to the wonderful people I've met since starting this endeavour.  There's Kristen, who reaches out to me when I've been quiet for too long.  And Amy, who'll have private rant conversations with me through Twitter.  And Marie-Louise, who's struggles worry me the most, her trials are many, but still, she is kind-hearted enough to check up on me when I don't check in often enough.  There are many more, such as Tony over at Broowaha

So maybe blogging really has been the answer to all my prayers, as I've finally found a venue for my voice, and in the process, found the support system I so desperately needed.  While I haven't reached the levels of page views and followers I covet yet, I've helped at least a handful of people, and that feels pretty good.

Whether you have Bipolar, Depression, Anxiety, or any other disorder, there are people out there just like you, with experiences just like yours.  It may even shock you to see how similar, and to discover that things you never thought to associate to your disorder seem to be a common trait amongst our kind.

Lean on me, because some day I may need to lean on you too, as the song used to go.

Thanks so much for being with me on this journey, it's far from over, and it can only get better.  I still dare to dream, dare to believe.  I can make great things happen for me and my family, and I can do it on my own terms.

Here's to the next 5 months!

Much Love, 

Felicia

Top 20 Favourite Songs Ever

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Twitter is trending 20 Top Favourite Songs Ever right now and it made me think this would make for a fun post.

Music is everything to me.  I'm not the best of singers, but I can usually carry a decent tune, and nothing calms my nerves more than losing myself in a song I love.

So here's my list, in no particular order:

1. All I want to Do is Make Love to You (Hart)
2. Hotel California (The Eagles)
3. Cecilia (Simon and Garfunkle)
4. Help (The Beatles)
5. Wish You Were Here (Pink Floyd)
6. Is There Anybody Out There (Pink Floyd)
7. Patricia (Chris de Burgh) - If you've never heard this song before, you need to.  Right now.  See, I've made it easy for you. Your welcome. 

8. Comfortably Numb (Pink Floyd)
9. Can't Take That Away From Me (Mariah Carey)
10. Keep on Singing My Song (Christina Aguilera)
11. Spanish Train (Chris de Burgh)
12. Yesterday (The Beatles)
13. All By Myself (Celine Dion's Version)
14. The Stairway to Heaven (Led Zepplin)
15. Family Portrait (Pink)
16. Didn't Mean to Break Your Heart (The Barenaked Ladies)
17. Bohemian Rhapsody (Queen)
18. Don't Stop Me Now (Queen)
19. Hate Me (Blue October)
20. You Can Call Me Al (Paul Simon)  - this one I've loved since childhood... I used to say "Daddy! Daddy!  Put the best friend song on!!!"  We were all so cute once upon a time... Le Sigh.

I came up with this list pretty quickly, it didn't really require much thought, but I bet I could come up with a hundred more that would deserve a nod.  I kind of wanted to add some Bruno Mars to my list, but I don't think he can count in the "All Time" category if I've only loved him for a few months...

What's your favourite?

Writer's Block

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GRRRR this is so frustrating!  

There's so much I want to say, but after a half hour of starting sentences and deleting them, I'm not getting anywhere.

Here's a picture instead, they're suppose to be worth a million words anyway... which means that if you think about it, this is a really long Blog post!!! 

Much Love, 

Felicia

The Devil Made Me Do it

Pin It I really wanted to post tonight.

I even sat down in front of the computer and wrote something.

But then I didn't like it.  I got kind of discouraged and walked away.

I turned to playing with a drawing app on my iPhone, and then digitally enhanced it.

What started out as a simple drawing of three flowers somehow turned into a devil with angel wings...

Both weird and kind of cool, so I thought I'd share it with you.

Here's the before:

And here's what I ended up with...

Do you think it means anything?

Felicia :-D

PS: Hey by the way, Merry Christmas to all my readers.  I was working on a post that day and was about to hit published when I was distracted by one the 1001 things I had to do that day.  Oh well, it's ready for next year.  LOL

Scary Story: Getting to Sleep in My First Apartment

Pin It I was always a scaredy cat as a child, and when I moved in to my first apartment on my own, I would find it very difficult to fall asleep at night, hearing every crick and crack the house made, constantly worried someone would come up my back steps, holding my breath every time someone would enter the building.

Thankfully I had Simba, the sweetest orange tabby that ever lived.  I would fall asleep at night by holding him close to me and getting him to purr.  He had a loud motor, and it would drown everything else out.  If he would stop, I'd just start petting him a little, and he'd start up again.

I'm much better now that I'm older, and I've been living in the same place for 6 years, so I'm familiar with all of this building's noises.

Here's a funny story about my biggest scare ever... (well, it's funny now, I wasn't very amused at the time).

So I was about to drift off to sleep...

When suddenly there was a very loud noise:

It was the loudest noise I ever heard

and the whole building shook.

I managed to climb out of bed to turn on the light and grab my phone.  I called my best friend, despite the fact that it was 1:30 AM.

She tried to talk me down, but I was way too freaked out.  She told me to call a Taxi, but I didn't even want to go downstairs.

So she did a three-way to call the Taxi, and I waited for it holding my cordless telephone.

Once I was safely in the cab on my way to her place, we hung up. 

One week later, as I was chatting with my neighbor, I casually mentioned the incident, and that's when he told me he had been sliding on his wood floor and slammed right in to a table.

HAHA!

Felicia

How to Tell if You're Child is Evil

Pin It Ever since my son was little, I've had my doubts about him...

He used to walk by his (then baby) brother and just hit him, for no apparent reason.  When the baby would cry, sometimes... he would laugh!  These days, he gives his brother instructions he knows will get him in trouble... on purpose!

And if that's not enough to convince you there might be a problem... his head spins!!! No, OK, really it doesn't, but you were kind of freaked out there for a minute right? Right?  No? Oh. Well it's probably just because you're especially hard to freak out.  I'm sure everyone else was at least a little bit  freaked out.  Hmph.

Getting back to the subject, I've had to question myself, like many a good catholic mother in the seventeenth century: "Could my child be evil?"  

Looking at him, with his angelic blond hair and beautiful blue eyes, I had convinced myself that this just wasn't possible, but then I got his school pictures back today, and I'm afraid I can no longer live in denial:

Anyone know a good exorcist? 

HAHA!

Much Love, 

Felicia

Illustrated Short Story: Bad Things I Did To My Mother

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When I was about 7, we lived in a huge apartment complex.  

It was probably early March, when warm days start outnumbering the cold, but it's still too soon to say goodbye to winter for good.

On an especially warm day, a beautiful puddle had formed in the vast parking lot.  As I looked at it through our window, I imagined a family of ants picnicking by the lake.

I wanted desperately to go play in that puddle.  But there was a hole in my boots.

So my mom said no. 

I was very sad.  

But then my mom left!!! 

 I could play in the puddle as much as I wanted, and she wouldn't know!

I played for a long time: I splashed and splashed and laughed and laughed...

Then it was time to go back home.  I think my sister must have been watching me, because I got away with all of this rather easily.  I was pretty happy with myself.  I had outwitted my mother.  I had disobeyed her and nothing bad had happened.  I was invincible!

But my boots were wet.  If I put them on the vent to dry, she would know I got them wet.

No problem!  I just wouldn't put them on the vent.  They would just dry on their own.  Everything was fine and I was invincible again!

But the next day my boots weren't dry.  I think I stepped in water again.  Or laughed in the face of danger and defiantly splashed in the forbidden puddle again.  Anyway, my boots were still wet, and I still couldn't tell without getting myself in trouble.

This went on for a couple of days until my foot started to get sore, and I developed a strange limp:

I was notorious for faking, so my parents barely noticed...

"Why are you limping?"

"My foot hurts"

"Did you fall?"
"No.."
"Um hm, honey go play with your dollies"

This continued for a couple more days...

Until finally my Mom couldn't take it anymore, so she told me to take off my sock so she could see my foot one more time, and to her shock...

My foot was blue!!!

Of course, I was immediately carted off to the hospital:

The doctor took one look at my foot, picked up my boot, felt the wetness and shot my mother an accusatory look.  "She has frostbite.  Her foot is frozen because her boots are wet." he said very curtly.  What he really seemed to be saying was something along the lines of: "Your child has frostbite because her boots are wet, you horrible, horrible mother you!"

My mother was shocked:  "How come you didn't tell me your boots were wet?!" (to me) "I didn't know!" (to the doc).

I'm not sure what happened after that, the rest of the day is kind of fuzzy.  I know she was not happy with me, and she still quotes this day as her single most embarrassing moment as a parent.

So I would like to officially apologize to my Mom, both for disobeying her, and for making her look like the worse parent of the year.  I would also like to set the record straight:  My Mom was and still is, the best freaking mother a girl could ever ask for.

HAHA!

Much Love, 

Felicia

PS: A few precisions about this post's illustrations:

• Although this is suppose to be occurring just before the official end of winter, there isn't a trace of snow left on the ground.  Please imagine small clumps of snow scattered here and there.
• My father's head seems like it's smaller than my 7 year old head.  That's not true, my father has a perfectly normal size head, and at least a little bit of hair on it. :)  *sorry Dad, just couldn't resist throwing that in there.
• In the picture at the hospital, it almost seems as though I'm pointing accusingly at my mother.  The intent was more a shrug.  My mother looks very angry, but the expression is more shock.  Anger came after, when the doctor was safely out of eye-sight / ear shot. ;)

If you liked this post, here are some others you may enjoy:

Top 5 Reasons why Birthdays Rock, Especially Mine!
Happy vs Angry: An Illustrated Short Story by Felicia Stevenson
Rainy Weekends - Another Illustrated Short Story by Felicia Stevenson

I May Be Crazy, But You're Insane!

Pin It So I've told you before that I struggle with Bipolar Disorder.


My question to you is this:  If I'm crazy, why is the rest of the world so freaking insane?!

I find myself on a daily basis wanting to offer my medication to one person or the other.


The latest person I would recommend for intensive therapy is my landlord.  Man she's a funny one, and it's not because she makes me laugh.


Dealing with her is pure torture, and you never know whether you're going to get the sweet as peaches girl or the raging psychotic.  Actually, it is kind of predictable.  She's all peaches and cream when everything's OK, but the minute there's a minor problem, she has a fit.


I visited her last week to give her some rent cheques.  She was talking to me like we haven't had at least 10 screaming matches over the last 6 years.  She actually had the gall to say to me:  "You know, I haven't raised your rent in 6 years, huh?  That's because I like you".  Good thing I wasn't drinking anything at that moment, I might have spit it out all over her desk.


She hasn't raised my rent in 6 years because she keeps forgetting about me.  My lease is up in November, and she has to serve notice by August 1 if she wants to increase me.  Seeing as most of her tenants renew in the summer, she sends all those letters out in April or May... come August, I've completely slipped her mind.  Apparently, on top of being certifiable, she's never heard of a Bring Forward system.


Anyway, I digress.  So we're sitting there chatting like we're best friends, and I mention to her that my tap is dripping in my bath tub (which I had asked to have fixed three years ago).  She's like "Oh, No problem!  I'll call you next week, we'll make an appointment, we'll get it fixed right away". Cool. I left the office, and my level of anxiety dropped as relief flooded over me that this hadn't been a bad encounter with her.  That was Thursday.


So Saturday morning rolls around, it's 10AM, and there's a knock on the door.  I'm wearing nothing but a house coat, my hair's a mess and the apartment's even worse.


I get to the door and some stranger is standing there, so I say "yes? Can I help you?"  He's like "Plumber".  I'm really caught off guard, but I open the door, and I ask him how come he's there, weren't we suppose to make an appointment?


Right away, he gets all agitated.  "What's your problem?  I'm here to fix your tap!" and more stuff I don't remember.  I get offended and ask him his name.  He raises his voice and is all "you don't need to know my name.  I'm here to fix your tap.  This is an emergency plumbing job."


I can't squelch the giggle that rises up, and I answer: "Dude, it's been broken for three years.  I hardly think this qualifies as an emergency."


Which is when he loses it, throws a few more insults my way and storms off.  I pick up the phone to call my landlord and get her voicemail, so I leave her a message.  My voice is a little shaky, I'm kind of taken aback by what's just happened.  I tell her how rude the guy was simply because I questioned why he was there without warning.


She calls me right back, so I answer and I ask if she listened to my message.  She says yes, so I continue with: how rude was that?!


I should have seen it coming, but she blows up at me.  What's the big problem with him being there?!  I tell her I just wasn't expecting him, and all I did was question him and he blew up at me.  She starts yelling at me in the phone:  "But I left you a message!"  me: "Well I'm sorry, I didn't get your message" her: "You people are so annoying! You always have to throw fits" and more stupidities.  I've been living here for 6 years and have asked for maybe 3 repairs and 6 gallons of paint.  I've paid her over $45,000 in rent (shudder), but I'm annoying... Anyway.


She keeps yelling and she's completely irrational, I don't want to deal with her and I simply say: "I don't deserve this" and hang up.


Barry tries to call her back a few minutes later, because she's usually more respectful with him (just another reason why I hate her).  She tells him again: "You guys are so annoying", so he hangs up too, since all she's doing is screaming nonsense in his ear.


She calls back, but there's no way I'm picking up, so she leaves a message:  "We still need to get this fixed, so call me back when all parties are calm, so we can figure out when's a convenient time for you".  Emphasis on the convenient, extra sarcasm on top.  Her voice is super shaky still from being so far gone in her own head.  I thought it was funny she was telling us to calm down.  Whatevs.


So I wait until much later, and I leave her a message, asking if Monday at 10 would be a convenient time for her plumber.  Please confirm.  Monday morning comes around: no word.  I feel anxious as I watch the clock until it hits 10AM, but there's still no news.


At 10:15 the phone rings, and I answer, resolved to be calm, despite the fact that I already feel agitated.  I just know this isn't going to go well.  Within seconds, she starts in, and this is how our conversation went:


Princess: "I just want to know why it was such an issue for him to fix your tap on Saturday?"  
Me: I wasn't expecting him, that's all, and when I asked him..." she cuts me off: 
Princess: "But I left you a message"
Me: "Well I listened to your message, and you asked if you could come by Friday, and asked me to call you back.  I never got your message and didn't call you back, and you never said anything about Saturday."
Princess: "Well why did you have to make such a big deal then?"  getting irate.
Me: "But I didn't make a big deal.. You guys did."  So she loses it again and starts yelling some more.  I couldn't tell you what she yelled, because I instantly said: "OK Bye!" and hung up.

My Opinions Are Better Than Yours

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OK, so this may come as a HUGE shock to you, but I've always been quite opinionated. I think this stems from the womb, where I was probably conceived just because I was the pushiest of all the eggs. (I know, totally not shocking, but let's move on...)

Anyway, I've often been accused of always thinking I'm right.  Well, you've got me there.  I do always think I'm right.

I just know you all gasped at how arrogant that sounded, but bear with me...

I am by no means trying to say that I'm never wrong, or that I haven't ever done anything wrong.  Believe me, that is far from the case.  I am painfully aware of most of my flaws and mistakes.

So with that out of the way, let's get back to the point:

Yes, of course, I always *think* I'm right. I actually find the statement quite ludicrous.  Who would choose the wrong opinion on purpose???

Well, I feel strongly that that I should vote for candidate x, but I'm going to vote for candidate y... just to spite myself.

Surrrre... that makes perrrrfect sense.  (she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm)

The thing is, if we got into an argument in the first place, it's because we both think we're right.  We wouldn't be arguing if we didn't, duh!

It's not that I can't be swayed, but usually I won't really argue a point unless I know enough about it, so as to avoid the previously mentioned dreaded egg on my face...

Which means that if I've decided to argue a point, it's due to the fact that I feel very strongly that mine is the righteous opinion.  I didn't come to this conclusion willy-nilly, so if you want to change my mind, don't come at me with willy-nilly arguments.  If you can make a point I hadn't thought of, I will definitely weigh it, and it may even sway me to your side.

Until then, does your opinion have value?  Sure it does!  Is it better than mine?  No way!

This post was partially inspired by an old Ally McBeal quote:

(To Ally):  Why do you always think your problems are bigger than everyone elses?
(Ally):  Because they're mine

So why do I think my opinions are better than yours?  Because they are mine, of course. (please don't unfollow me) 

I must say, I find myself wanting to avoid arguments as I grow older.  They are bad for my blood pressure and sometimes it's OK to just agree to disagree. ;)

LOL

Felicia

PS:  Here's a clip I found from Ally McBeal. Fun montage and great song, it makes me nostalgic...

5 Ways to Save Money by Shopping Smart

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There have been times in my life that I've been very poor, so I learned early to stretch my dollars as far as they could possibly go.  Shopping smart is now something that's in my blood.  It doesn't matter how much money I have, although I like to spend, I have always had the kind of mentality where I'd rather have 3 sweaters than 1 for for my money. 


To help you save your dollars, I've put together a top 5 list of ways to shop smart and really stretch your money as far as it can possibly go, leaving more for savings or that big ticket item you've been dreaming of, like an iPad 2 in my case. While we are on that subject, if anyone rich is reading this and would like to donate one for the sake of art... just email me ;) LOL


1. Sales:  This may seem obvious, but many people don't take full advantage of sales.  When I receive flyers for the week, I look for any great sales on items we use regularly in our home.  I usually go 2 to 3 times a week, so  my main groceries get done where there's the most sales on items I want to buy, but if there's a really exceptional offer somewhere else, I'll stop there for my mid-week oops I ran out of (insert item here).


I stock up on those items.  For example, in this household, we tend to use two 2 litre bottles of Pepsi a day. (yes, I know that's a lot - please no lectures - Anyone who knows me knows that I should be the Pepsi spokesperson. LOL) Anyway, so two 2 litres of Pepsi can cost up to $6/day at my local convenience store.  Times 30 that equals to a potential of $180 a month for Pepsi.  Stop that, I know you're judging me.  Tomorrow, it will go on sale for $0.88 at one of our local grocery store.  I will be purchasing about 30 bottles, and only because I can't possibly store any more in my 2 bedroom appartment.  But this represents a savings of $62!!!  On one item!  


Do this with several items you use regularly and can store for a long period of time and this could amount to HUGE savings per month, allowing you to reduce your credit card debt that much faster, added savings if you consider the interest you won't be paying...


2. Liquidation:  I always look for the liquidation section.  The deals you can find there are simply amazing, and I swear, it makes me positively giddy when I find a steal of a deal. I do my Christmas shopping all year long, and have picked up many toys for the kids that ranged from $10 to $30 for a Whopping $2 to $10!!!  Clothing always goes dirt cheap at the end of the season, and some items just never go out of style, such as plain t-shirts and camisoles... so it's time to stock up when they go on for $3!!!  (Which by the way, says a lot about the unbelievable mark-up on prices). 

You're My Best Friend (For Ever)

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This is a repost from ThoughtCatalog.com, because author Ryan O'Connell really hit the nail on the head with this one, and I was moved as I was reminded of my relationship with my own best friend.

For almost fifteen years now, we've been weathering the storms together, some worse than others.  Not girls, not yet women when we met each other, we have grown up together.

From you I have no secrets, and with you I've never been afraid to be myself.  You make me feel as though I am awesome, and the rest of the world has a problem.

Words are often unnecessary when we are together, as we seem to know instantly what the other is thinking... or are thinking the same thoughts.  You have stuck by me through all these years and all my crap and stepped out of your comfort zone more times than I can count to support me in one way or another.    Somehow when we both feel like we're drowning, we find a way to keep each other afloat.

You always make me laugh (and always have), and more importantly, you laugh at my jokes ;)

I love you more than words could ever say, and would be completely lost without you, so for all these reasons and more...

This is Why You Are My Best Friend

We’re best friends because you get it. I’m not sure what that means (it’s all so vague) but whatever it is, you have it. I don’t need to explain anything to you or worry if you’ll get the joke. You already got it and are on your way to making the next one. Thanks, babe! You really make socializing a lot easier for me.

We’re best friends because you love me even when I’m terrible. It’s easy to love someone when they’re doing well, it’s easy when there’s nothing but happiness and good vibes. The real challenge comes when everything is crap. You’re not a fun person to be around, people are screening your number and you’re a damn social pariah. But you don’t care. Even at my most Carrie Bradshaw, you’re still down to get brunch with me and talk about dicks.

We’re best friends because you never make me uncomfortable. I think about most of my friends and realize that they’ve made me feel weird at some point in our friendship. Whether it’s from an awkward silence or an off-color remark, I’ve felt unsure about them. Not you though. I always know that you make sense and that this makes sense.

We’re best friends because we can go for long stretches of time without talking and it won’t damage the relationship. We always pick up where we left off. Surfaces changes mean nothing to us. You could become a vegan who goes by Moonshadow and attends Burning Man, and I would still feel closer to you than anyone else. We don’t need common interests in order to connect. We don’t need a mutual love of music or sports or whatever to keep us together.

We’re best friends because you don’t get resentful or jealous if I get into a relationship or land an amazing job. I mean, maybe you are and that’s fine. The important thing is that you keep it to yourself like a best friend should.

You’re my best friend because you’re not afraid to call me out on my crap or disagree with me. I can’t get away with anything when I’m with you. You’ll tell me things that I need to hear but everyone else is too afraid to tell me. Your honesty is so damn refreshing albeit a bitter pill to swallow sometimes.

We’re best friends because you make feel less alone in this psycho, flaky world. It’s amazing how often you can feel disconnected from people. It’s amazing how many people can betray you, or fail to understand the words that are coming out of your mouth. When I see you, it’s a burst of reassurance that I’m not the only who looks at the world this way. There’s someone else. And that someone is you.

I hope this reminds you of your own best friend, and of the importance of friendship.

Much Love, 

Felicia

5 Websites That Will Take Your Breath Away...

Pin It An eclectic variety of artistic finds through "stumble" that are so beautiful / cool, I had to share them with you...

1. For instance, this picture "Thunderheads Over The Grand Canyon".... Ummm, can you say stunning?!

2. You just have to love this artist, Yong Ho Ji, who creates very realistic sculptures from scrap tires.  How wonderfully imaginative... not to mention great for the environment!  Go Green!

Here are some of my favorites, but visit yonghoji.com to see his complete collection, as well as contact information should you be interested in purchasing this recycled rubber art!

I want him!

ta dum, ta dum, ta dum,... (Jaws theme music for you young-ens)

3. These 3D drawings Fool the Eye...

Fredo, whose full works can be seen and purchased on his website fredosis.com, creates illusions with his drawings that defy reality...

4. Balloon Art Like You've Never Seen Before...

I work with a clown when I do face paintings, and he is really amazing at creating wings, animals, crazy hats, and many other things.  I wonder if he'd be able to make this?!  And how many balloons and hours went into this piece?  I sadly don't really know who to credit for this stupendous creation, I found it on this website, but there isn't much information with it.

5. More Beautiful Sand Art...

I dedicated a whole post to sand art a little while back, but this is sand sculpting, and I never cease to be amazed at what artists can do with so little... We have vision.

Again, I'm sad not to know who to credit for these images, the website doesn't specify.  It was hard to choose just a few, so click the link to see them all!

Hope these brought a little light into your life,

Much Love, 

Felicia