Monday, May 12, 2008

Purses


Can you ever have enough purses?










The answer...no, you cannot. They always fit, they are the best way to seal the deal on an outfit that ain't quite cuttin it, and if you buy one from me, you can guarantee that you'll have the only one of it's kind in the ENTIRE WORLD. Take a look at my recent designs.

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=21118&l=2648e&id=655071543

If you like what you see, let mama make you one special. I am like the d.j. of purses, I take requests. Also, send me your torn, your worn out, your clothing in need of a makeover and I will rebirth it into an accessory that you can carry your crap in.

email me at daniellegraham75@hotmail.com

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Mother

It’s that time of year again. The one day where people across the country are manipulated by greeting card giants to profess undying, unconditional, obligatory love for mothers all over the land. And good thing they do! How else would the most thankless, draining, life consuming role/occupation in the history of humankind be recognized?? Don’t get me wrong, the idea of Mother’s Day itself is certainly not a bad one. Showing gratitude and appreciation for the people in our lives, who birthed, shaped, cared, nurtured and taught us right from wrong should be an enjoyable and frequent practice for all of us! But what do you do if you are like many of us whose mothers were not the Donna Reed, Mrs. Cleaver, Carol Brady, OR Claire Huxtable, kind of moms? What do you say or what gift do you give to the moms that just plain hurt some of us through their poor decisions, lack of skills, and overburdened lives? Sometimes, finding the right words to say to our mothers on Mother’s Day can be one of the most difficult and painful experiences for people who have less than perfect relationships with their moms, or less than perfect moms! I remember countless situations, where I’d flip through card after card to find sentiments like…”Mom, you were always there for me…” “Mom, where would I be without you…” “Mom, you are the wind beneath my wings,” “Mother, you are the greatest person on the face of the earth and I worship the ground you walk on and if I ever become half the person you are I still won’t be worthy to sit in your presence…” –you get the picture. It always seemed like Mother’s Day cards were a great reminder of what my mother was not! I always hoped to find a greeting card that said, “Mom, even though your erratic behavior over the years is likely the source of my abandonment issues and low self esteem, I still love you and hope you have a great day,” but I never found a card that said that. Despite the fact that I do love and appreciate my mother very much, I could never find a card that expressed the journey of our relationship, the ups and downs, the struggles we overcame together, and the healing that has yet to take place. If I opted for one of the flowery “I worship you Mom” cards, not only would it be insincere on my part, but I feared it would be insulting to my mother who knew that such was not the case. Over the years I’ve had to be very intentional about looking at the positive things about my mom and our relationship and I have enjoyed finding creative, sincere ways to express those things to her. As a result I think it is fair to say that I am an expert in the art of finding the right words to say on that special card for Mother’s Day. Here are some suggestions:

1. Peruse through the prewritten cards first. Some card companies have come around to idea that not everyone has a picture perfect mother/daughter, mother/son relationship.
2. Don’t pick a card that contains a message that you blatantly do not agree with. Ex: If your mom left when you were six to join the circus and reappeared 20 years later, don’t get a card that says, “Mom, you were always there for me…” That has the potential to sound downright cruel to the free spirit woman who gave you life, so try to avoid it (unless of course you are trying to even the score.)
3. If you find a prewritten card that totally clicks with you but you want to write something personable inside too, might I suggest my “past, present, future” guide. Think of one thing positive about your mom from the past, something you notice about today, and something you hope for in the future.
a. Ex: Dear Mom, I am so thankful for the times you’ve given me [words of wisdom]. I am so happy that today you and I [are understanding each other more and more]. I hope that we continue to [grow and learn together]. Take out the stuff in brackets and fill in the blanks with words that apply to your mom.
4. If you find a prewritten Mother’s Day card that really feels like a good fit and you just don’t know what else to say inside, it’s okay to just write “Love, [your name]” and that’s it. Keep it simple. You can’t go wrong with that option.

Now what if NO prewritten card works?

1. Don’t fret! The amount and quality of blank cards these days should bring comfort to all of us who can’t find prewritten cards that meet our needs! Find an image of something your mom likes. Flowers, stars, landscapes, famous art, etc. If your mom has no interests (which probably means you don’t know her very well) pick a card with an image that might be encouraging, strengthening, or peaceful.
2. Write a message on the inside and consider the “past, present, future” guide mentioned above.
3. Finding famous quotes, or verses from your particular faith text, also works wonderfully here too. Just Google “famous quotes” or “quotes by women” etc, and pick something that fits your mom. My favorite women to quote in cards are, Helen Keller, Maya Angelou, Frida Kahlo, Mother Theresa, Eleanor Roosevelt, and Sojourner Truth. I have relied on the words and life experiences of these fine women to speak words of strength, encouragement, and life to both my mother and me! Why stress yourself out trying to find the right words to say when great thinkers, poets, and saints have already done the work???
4. Last but certainly not least there are a few words that no matter what the situation, never go out of style, and never seem to be unwelcomed. Plain, simple, tried and true, are these four words, “Mom, I love you.”

Okay, so you may be thinking, DUH??!! What if I don’t love my mother? I applaud you for having the strength to admit that. We live in a society that has elevated the role of mother in a way that perpetuates a sexist ideal that women are naturally nurturing types. This presents a problem for women who are not such, and presents an even further problem to those who assert such realities. Being a mother is a job that comes with rewards, responsibilities, and one that certainly requires skills. Some are better at being mothers than others, so I see no reason at all whatsoever to feel obligated to profess unconditional love to our mothers just because they gave birth to us. I will challenge those who say they don’t love their mothers to consider why that is so. Do you have valid reasons for your feelings, or are there some things you could stand to learn about your mother in an effort to get to know her journey, her life struggles, and the reasons she made some of the decisions she’s made (both good and bad)? I encourage you to really think about the possibility of the latter. The more I learn about my mother, the more I grow in compassion toward her, and the more I realize my own selfishness over the years. If your mother truly lacks any shred of human decency to the degree that sharing any appreciation, gratitude, or kind word on her behalf would be an injustice in and of itself, consider sending a Mother’s Day card to someone who has given you life in ways other than biological. I have many “Mother’s” who have nurtured me, given me wisdom, strengthened me, and encouraged me over the years. I love sending them Mother’s Day sentiments!

No matter what your situation is, I hope that Mother’s Day brings opportunities for healing, restoration, gratitude, and warmth. Peace to your soul!

Monday, May 5, 2008

Crappy Computer

Tonight I had moment of weakness. I was as close as two horny teenagers at a slow dance to sending my "ex" (I hate calling him that) an email telling him I miss him. Here's the deal, I really do miss him. I am not just being sappy and nostalgic. He is a great person to talk politics with and lately I don't feel like I can talk with many people about politics. I often engage in dialogue where I have to defend my political leanings which is great, but every once in a while it's nice to have someone who thinks similarly. With all the Barack Obama/Rev. Jeremiah Wright drama going on, it is KILLING me that I can't find anyone who thinks that RJW is a grossly misunderstood voice of truth in a country that is blinded by its own racist denial. I know my ex is probably thinking the same thing, which certainly intensifies the ex-boyfriend shaped hole in my heart. (I think that has to be the worst sentence I have ever written, but it makes a point."

Anywho, tonight I started to write an email to him explaining how much I missed our political talks. I was about to finish the last line of the message and my piece of crap computer shut down for no good reason, subsequently saving me from making a HUUUUUUUUUUGE mistake. For once, I have a reason to be thankful for this hunk of junk. Thank you, my unpredictable, undependable Compaq Presario. Seriously, thank you for sparing me from making an ass of myself. I owe you one.

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Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Why Pinkberry, WHY????

Why does a small size frozen tart and tangy Pinkberry yogurt with 3 toppings cost more than a medium with three toppings? Why am I punished financially when I want to eat less? Someone please explain this to me.

Sunday, April 27, 2008

The 412 on the 101

Today I learned that there are benefits to the insane traffic in Los Angeles after all. While sitting in grid lock frustration, traveling at a speed of about three miles and hour (literally) I started looking around at the people in cars around me. I realized that at that particular time in the existence of our lives we all had something in common. We were all tired, (it was close to 1 am) frustrated, and unaware of what was causing the backup. When that sort of thing happens you can't help but get the urge to form alliances or fellowship of some kind. It's like you almost want to start up random converstations with people who are next to you picking their noses. At first I had my music on really loud and tried to dance my way through the traffic torture. Then I decided to to turn down the music to see what others around me were listening to. I was actually trying to see if anyone around me was listening to music I'd like, because maybe they would be people I like. As I was trying to listen, an attractive man pulls up next to me and there was a woman who I presume was either his wife or girlfriend sleeping in the passenger seat. The man began giving me the "eye." Not the evil eye, but the "I want to get in your pants" eye. I in turn gave him the "you're a disgusting pig, I would never give your old, disrespecting ass the time of day" eye and kept driving. I then resorted to my music for comfort once again. A little Lily Allen, then some Wyclef, then back to Lily Allen again. The music was good but I really wanted to call someone on the phone and complain about L.A. traffic. The only person I thought who might be up was my brother (and he's on the east coast!) so I called him. While I was trying to explaining the depth of traffic on the 101 to my brother who seemed more interested in his chicken salad with rasberry dresssing, another guy pulls up on my right in a little white sporty number and out of the corner of my eye I see and feel him looking at me. I look over to test my periphial vision, and this dude is blowing kisses at me. WTF? Who does that? He wasn't my type and the whole scenario kind of made me laugh so I just kept driving and shared with my brother what was going on. He insisted that I have some fun with it and suggested I traffic kiss him back. I wasn't into the idea so much. After hanging up with my brother, I went back to the music. This time it was Alicia Keys. The music was pumpin, I was getting my dance on at the steering wheel, and before you know it, along comes this hot black car, with this hot black man in the drivers seat. He pulled up next to me as far as he could and smiled. I couldn't totally see him because he was kind of behind my car so I was trying to look back to get a better view. Then he got a chance to pull up closer and we played this little cat and mouse game; looking, smiling, catching up to each other as the traffic moved at different speeds in each lane. So cute. Then at one point I got a good look into the car I realized there was a woman asleep in his car too!!! WWWWTTTTFFFF? I mean really guys. Is it not even safe for women to sleep anymore? Is that how determined you are to mow the grass in other pastures? Anyway, sorry to say that the guy was a little too cute for me to care, especially when he mouthed "WHAT IS YOUR PHONE NUMBER? To which I replied using my fingers 412-818.... As I "signed" my phone number he typed it into his phone while his date continued to sleep like a log in the passenger seat. Part of me justified it by considering that both of them were dressed like they just went out or were about to go out, and she was fast asleep. That's kind of rude, don't you think? After I gave the guy my phone number he mouthed, "I AM GOING TO CALL YOU." I just waved and smiled and as his lane started moving I watched him drive off into the sea of red tale lights wondering if he'd ever actually call, or if it was just a fun little party action among commuters. About 45 minutes later I get a call on my cell from a 310 area code. I knew it was him. I was so tempted to play that "I am not going to answer the phone game...followed by the "I am going to see if he leaves a message game," but I didn't. I picked up the phone and our conversation went a little something llike this:
me: "Hello"
him: "Um, hi, uh, this is the guy you gave your phone number to in the black infinity on the 101."
me: :"Hello guy I gave my phone number to in the black infinity on the 101, how are you?" (I am so witty.)
him: "So where are you?"
me: "I am at home."
him: "Can I come over and properly introduce myself?"
me: "Are you crazy?"
him: "No why?"
me: "It's 2 o'clock in the morning, and you're a stranger who asked for my number while you had a chick in your car.
him: "Oh she is a long story, and I don't normally do this!"
me: "If I had a nickel for every time I heard THAT!"
him: "hahaha. Well, what should I do, can I meet you sometime?"
me: "Sure"
him: "When"
me: "How about tomorrow?"
him: "Sounds great. I'll come out your way. You're worth it. Oh wait, what's your name?"

yada yada yada.

So thanks to traffic on the 101, I have a brunch date tomorrow.

I'll let you know how it goes.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Beholder Be Held

I've heard, as I suppose many of you have, that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Every time I hear that it is in reference to physical beauty. But what if we learned to behold the beauty found in our shitty life circumstances?

Tonight I watched an episode of Grey's anatomy, then a little internet porn (oh stop it, you know you've done it too) felt gross afterward and then got a good naked cry in, while listening to Sarah MacLachlan on my newly updated Myspace profile because this is apparently what I do now when I am in a post traumatic break up funk. Don't bother judging, because at this point I am WAY too past the point of giving a shit.

Anyway, so back to the point. As I was sitting here literally in a moist bundle of tear soaked bed sheets listening to SM's "Wintersong" I sat bewildered, wondering how in the hell she could make an ambiguously painful experience of some kind sound so beautiful. Her bittersweet melodic prose made it sound like pain was actually a necessary component to the formation of hope. I listened and transferred her words to my current situation and I reflected on memories, visualized hopes, and remembered the many other times in my life that I have survived. The pain doesn't disappear with this mindset, but neither does my strength to bear it all.

If beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder, then I think I will behold myself (in a non-internet porn kind of way) in the hopes of transcending what so often is thought as ugly. Something so pure, raw, real, and formative can't possibly be ugly in a true sense. Nothing that is truthful or necessary is ugly. Every nook and cranny of what I am experiencing these days, no matter how train wreckish it all seems, will run its natural, necessary, destructive and lovely course just like a river smoothing rough rocks. As a result, I, the beholder of such beauty, will be held.