Do you like my hand bag?

Amelia, my fabulous Baltimore friend, is probably the most crafty person I know. That girl can jazz up anything.

Anyway, to the point....She's designed these whimsicle, adorable little tote bags (a pro-choice one for me, by the way.) and has them for sale on eBay, here.



Below is the one I'm buying... (We're still trying to think of a slogan.) I'll be alternating between this and my new Kenneth Cole to lug textbooks to class. I'm not usually one to disclose political views on my clothing or accessories, but this is too clever to pass up.

For those of you who don't know-coat hangers were the alternative and very risky method for inducing abortion when it was still illegal. This is sort of a "never go back" statement.



If you see anything you like - bid! or e-mail her at PastelPrincess7@aol.com

It's Just Like She's in Another World

I'm still trying to decide if I like the format of this new blog. Oh well...

I had a job interview yesterday at Dr. Meemar's office. I feel like it went really well. I'm frighteningly good at faking a sincere, professional attitude. While in the waiting room, I noticed three other applicants staring at the flat screen monitor trying to memorize the procedures, while flipping through the available pamphlets on chemical peels. The position was for a receptionist-come on,people..."nothing too cerebral". Anyway, I'll find out today if I'm employed or not. If so-free botox for everyone! Ha.

After the interview, I went shopping on State St. for a bit. Bought a new wrap dress, a few discounted tops, and a gaudy gold/turquoise/orange ring. Hey, does anyone else get tired of hearing that crazy, Bible-thumping freak wailing verses outside of Old Navy? Every time someone walks by with a cigarette he says the same line...I can't remember exactly, but it ends with him calling them a hypocrite. Like...what? As humans, we're all hypocrites. It's inescapable. If he's so bent on "spreading the word" in 9-degree weather all day-more power to him, but perhaps he should flip to Matthew 7:1 - "Judge not, lest ye be judged." (That's right, I looked it up.)

I think tonight I'm going to Pablo's for "guys' night". You know, the deal where they all sit around chugging beers and playing poker (or something?), in order to escape their significant others or prospects for an evening. But Kim, wouldn't you rather be sipping Cosmopolitans, ranting about how "men are evil", whilst flipping through back-issues of Vogue? Well, no. I've been disturbed by female behavior lately. Everyone is either getting engaged or crawling back to bastards that have mercilessly cheated on them, because "He really loves me. I just know it." ..someone needs a reality check. Not Kim Pike, no sir.

Alright, well I need to run to FedEx and mail my nephew's birthday gift (8 days late), then work on finishing Ulysses (for my Irish Lit. class), before lunch. Oh-and continue the apartment hunt, of course.

p.s. - I'm addicted to The Libertines first album, hence the blog title. It far surpasses the 2004 release.

Ladder 69

Now, you know I'm not usually one to dwell on insignificant, trashy news stories. But, Drudge got me today...and it's 6am.

His eyes welling with tears, Sacramento Fire Chief Julius "Joe" Cherry vowed Tuesday to return his scandal-ridden department to respectability even as Mayor Heather Fargo and two City Council members said that four firefighters should be fired if sex allegations against them are true.

Cherry revealed Monday that he had launched an investigation into charges that the four firefighters - three men and a woman - had engaged in group sex in their Hollywood Park station house.

In recent months, the Fire Department has been rocked by disclosures of firefighter misconduct, including drinking on duty, cruising bars, giving joy rides to women in fire vehicles and attending a Porn Star Costume Ball. In all, 24 firefighters received some level of discipline.

Cherry announced that the four firefighters - a male captain, two male firefighters and a female firefighter - have been suspended for allegedly participating in three instances of consensual sexual encounters with each other while on duty at Station 12 in Hollywood Park. Three of the firefighters are married.

One of the men would stand lookout while the others had sex in the station, Cherry said.

"If the firefighters aren't (fired), there better be a darn good explanation why," Cohn said.



Via The Sacramento Bee

Are any other SATC fans recalling the Samantha/firefighter episode? Ha.

Scout's Honor?

Perhaps if the Scouts didn't hate gays so much, they wouldn't have to pad their membership?

Boy Scout volunteer Tom Willis knew something was wrong when he saw that 20 youngsters on the list for a scouting program all had the same last name: Doe.

Willis said it appeared someone was listing fake members to boost enrollment, perhaps to bring in more funding from agencies like the United Way or to make paid Boy Scout recruiters look better.

"It was just so blatant. They didn't even try to make up names," said Willis, a dentist from Decatur and a former Eagle Scout who serves on the board of the Greater Alabama Boy Scout Council, which runs scouting programs in northeastern Alabama.

"I would say the numbers are probably inflated 30 to 40 percent in our council," Willis said.

The Greater Alabama Council has a strong reputation nationally. In 2002, it received an award for a program that used fishing to bring in new members. The council claimed 10,000 new Scouts that year, and tax forms show it had revenue of $6.5 million, including $100,709 in government grants. In a United Way funding application, the group said it served almost 120,000 youths and adults in 2003.

Yet longtime scout volunteer Larry Cox said he got used to seeing paperwork from council headquarters in Birmingham that listed the names of youngsters who had dropped out of scouting or had never been part of the organization.

The problem, Cox said, is with a few people at the council office, not the volunteers who lead activities such as camping trips and Pinewood Derby car races.

"They always said it was because our paperwork had problems, but we knew it wasn't," Cox said. "It seemed to be very broad."

Cox said the idea that someone would overstate membership goes against what the Boy Scouts are supposed to stand for: "Being trustworthy and having integrity is one of the prime points of the Scouting oath."strong>

(Via My Way News)

Yes. Kinda like the oath of office, or the oath you take when you join the Texas Air National Guard.

Video Shows U.S. Hostage Seized in Iraq

None of the major media outlets have released this yet, and this guy's been held captive since November. Imagine how many more we're not hearing about...
Click here for the AP video.


(AP photo)

"I am please asking for help because my life is in danger because it's been proved I worked for American forces," Hallums said."I'm not asking for any help from President Bush because I know of his selfishness and unconcern for those who've been pushed into this hellhole."

Roy Hallums' daughter, Carrie, has set up a website here.

"Will Work for Food"

Greetings!

I've recently switched domains from LiveJournal to blogger.com. Here's hoping the transition runs smoothly....

The snow mercilessly continued to fall this weekend, leading me to stay inside for most of it, wrapped up in a quilt, watching DVD's and ordering from Yu Shan. (best spring rolls in Chicago!)

Although, on Friday evening, I did have a nice glimpse of a "only in Chicago" type moment :

So, I'm standing on the curb, freezing my ass off, while looking for a cab. I finally manage to flag one down, as I'm wading in a pool of slush. I open the door and my first thought is "What the hell is that smell?". I disregard it. Cabs are never exactly reminiscent of the Nordstrom fragrance department, so why bother making a face? I give the driver the address while fiddling through my purse. He wants to make small talk. I want to find my lip gloss.

"I should have stayed off the roads, like most of the guys. This weather is for the pitts."
"Oh, yeah. It's really something." I politely reply, while continuing to dig for a compact.
"I'm gonna go down the next street. The cops don't care how bad the weather is-they'll still give you a ticket for doing U-turns. 3 citations and I'm out."
"Okay, that's fine."
"You better stay at your destination for a while. It's gonna be hard to find a cab in about an hour, babe. Stock up on some food, while you're at it."
Chatty cabbie we have here, I think. I'm not fond of making small talk with anyone, let alone while I'm encased in a tin box reeking of b.o.
(he continues to chatter for 5 blocks)
Ah, success! I've found my lip gloss. I look up into the glare of the street light to apply, when I am halted by a loud, grumbly "Uhhhhhhhhhhh."
I look forward and see a head full of tangled, mangy hair pop up from the driver's side of the front seat.
"Um, is ....is she (I'm not sure it's a she at this point) okay?" I frightfully ask.
"Oh, sure, sure. I'm just giving her shelter from the cold for the night."
"Oh, okay."
I pause for a moment and realize this is not an act of charity. What cabbie is going to let a mangy, rancid bum vacate his cab for nothing in return? It was then that I realized the woman had been "working for food".
Is this really happening?
I see I'm across the street from my destination.
"Do you mind if I drop you here? That turn may be tough to make."
Speechless, I throw the fare in the front seat and hop out as fast as humanly possible, still horrified by what just "went down".

Needless to say, he was not tipped. (by me, at least.)