Impeach the Muffins

sigh of relief obama won

 the feeling that i made a differnece in the world, that there really is hope for a better tomorrow feeds my soul

thank you Mr. President of the United States of American   Barck Obama!!!

Or exremities rather.

It’s funny how we really dont notice how delicate our hands and feet really are. How fragile we are as a person. I mean our hand do all the work for us every day to get stuff done or to transmit sensory messages to our brains. Tie, push, rub, pull, untie, open, close, scratch, twist, press, snap. Fingers are busy.
Toes, in your shoes all day are only allowed to get sweaty and hot only given the jsutice the deserve once in a while on that oh-so-plush rug at so-and-so’s house.

But your belly button on the other hand sit safe pressed up against soft shirts or tucked away under a thick comforter. Of wrapped in a hug. Soft and vulnerable.

A belly button is what people wish they weren’t but take for granted that they are.

Soft, lovable, vulnerable, protected, (or not), often kept hidden from others, real self masked away.

So please thank your belly button for me, cause though it may be pampered,it has seen a lot, and it is by far the cutest button around.

everyone knows the best belly button is the one that’s yours.

My favorite friend, belly button, this one is for you. (not the belly button tucked away in mt shirt, but MY belly button)

xoxoxo

i love you grammy

delia rose

Maybe people dont get exercise because its not convieneint and they dont bother to make it convienient. Dont tell me there’s nowhere to work out! You dont need to live nearby an equinox to get the workout you need. Just ask the guy at Roxbury park doing pull ups on the roof over the benches. So lol, make it convenient if you can. sorry, just a wee bit of randomosity, alas the science homework calls!

xoxo delia

FEEL BETTER BELLA!!

THANK YOU TO ALL 18 AND OVER PEOPLE WHO VOTED FOR OBAMA!! WE DID IT YESS!!!!!!

Or as Bella would say “Haha McCain! We just SMASHED you! CRUMBLE CRUMBLLE CRUMBLE!!”

SO yes, in a nutshell, I am insanley happy, though it shouldnt come as a suprise since the only things I prayed for at night were for him to win and for molly and my mum to stay healthy! (Since I’m agnostic, this whole thing was pretty funny and couldnt help but mock my politically confused self mid prayer…)

It wemt something like this

Dear God— No wait Bhudda, hang on who am i prayin to tonight? Okay lets just cover all the bases with “Mighty Deity” yes that works. Okay.

Dear Mighty Deity,

I’ve been thinking a lot about this election, I really would appreciate it if everyone the supernatural world would give off some excellent Pro-Obama vibes.  So yah, that would be awesome, because he is really like, well, I mean you’re almighty, so I guess you know, so maybe, if I pass my math test you could make that happen? Yah, and also take care of mumsy and molly and all the other people in the world. Thanks,oh and feel free to add me on Facebook. Wait nevermind,  youre a god, Duh! So anyways thanks, and good night now, or afternoon or whatever time it is in god land.

It’s a wonder the message ever got through since my prayers are more hectic that a Toys R Us on Black Friday “Move over B**** it’s my Barbie Fairytopia set!” “Not if get to the register first!” (in unison) “ARGGHHHHHHH”

So, you get the point.

But anyways I just want to thank all of the selfless people who weren’t sure who to vote for, so instead of voting for themselves, voting for the youth and all the (young and old) people who deserved something better. My heart goes out to all who took it as there mission to save this country once and for all. Your votes have change dthe world.

love,

delia

The obama rally I went to a few weeks ago was so much fun. Not only did I get to scream my heart out for Mr. Awsome (Barack), I also got to get a great veiw of all the types of people that make up Los Angeles. Here is some of what I came up with.

Rally Crashers: Those people with te wierd flag screaming for some tropical island’s freedom. At an Obama rally, wierd, I know.

Too Interested for thier Own Good: Probably would have honked if it were a bomb Iran rally, they just really want to be a part of something, so they honk thier heart out every chance they get.

Creative: My favorite was a woman with a poster that said “Mooselini” and featured a picture of Sarah Palin. Verrrry original, I also liked one that featured a slogan that I often mumbled in my own defens. “I may be to yourng to vote, but I’m not too young to hope”

Wierdo Right Wing Republican With Sarah Palin Car Flags: Honey, the name says it all!

Innocent Folks who just love Peace: Me, my mum, milli, Bella and I. We love Obama, and had an amazing time screaming our hearts out for teh cause with some lady and her seven year old duaghter. Most fun I have ever had on the corner of Wishire and Sepulveda, and the only time I bothered to hang out by the federal building.

So yes. I really enjoyed it. I remember when I was younger and would read tales of hardship, and hope. Of course, I assumed it was what I felt before my birthday, or on a roler coaster. But in both these instances, I had it mixed it up with anticipation. it was the first time, at this rally, that I felt true honest to god hope welling up inside of me, like a glowing candle in heart, filling me up, feeding me with such pure joy. I thought to myself “so nthis is it, it can only be the ever famous hope.” it was so pure, I wanted to jump out of my skin with excitemnt. Sothis is it. This is hope. If you are not already voting for Obama, and don’t plan on it, I wish that there was a way for me to convey how much this election will effect the next four years of my life. Where I go to college, what job I get. I need this so bad. I want free health care whwn I’m in college. I want equal pay for equal work. I want so badly to be free! So please, dont vote for yourself, vote for me, and all of the kids like me, who want a shot at success in thi s world.

Thank you America!

hugs and kisses!!

love

Delia Rose

115% American! (Lol freddy, here’s a percentage, just for you!)

My skin is the exact same color as a UPS shipping box. Brown, but lighter o n the insides of my arms, more buttery orange yellow on my face and pale on my earlobes. My palms are a mostly pinkish hue. So even though I  think I’m brown, i’m reallhy a whole myriad of soft or sharp or deep rich colors and hues. Like a yarn shop. Everyone person is a collection of yarns all soft and nubbly or course and rough or bright and thick. And when you knit them together, all the yarns become this exquisetly colorful person inside and out.

Even though I can be brown some days and embarassingly pale on some days, I don’t really identify with anything, race-wise. I mean I feel like an imposter around people who are really dark and buttery and so suddnley ethnic around white people. Unless I’m with my friends or people I am beggining to trust, and I can forget my color completley, can forget what I look like, unable to picture my body or my face in my head. And those moments are ideal. Until someone says something about how dark I am (no one dark ever comments on how I stick out like a sore thumb around them though, which is nice.) and I go “oh yeah I gues so,” drifting back to memories of fifth grade, th efirst ime in my concious memory that I really couldn’t decide which I was more of when it came to marking my ethnicity on STAR testing. I picked hispanic, because I knew if I didn’t fill anything in, they would pick hispanic based on my last name. It turned out that the teachers got to fill in my race on the test, and I assumed I guessed correctly on what they would pick since no one ever guesses I’m white.

I’m tired and since I did embarrassingly poorly on my math test, I have to re-write the problems with the corrdet answers. : (((( *sob sob* *tear tear* 

c’est la vie. I promise to write about gthe obama rally another time and hopefully post pictures. (of me maybe too???)  ;)  i really wish there was a ways to make a smiling emoticon with it’s toungue out. oh well, guess i will have to convey my means telepathically since the gender nuetrla little faces just aint doin the trick today!

xoxo

Love,

Delia Rose.

p.s. grammy please call me I miss you!!! and we need ot talk abotu/discuss my election!!!

it’s almost more stressful than thanksgiving, except no crazy family members and extra 2 pounds. Well maybe th elast part. I personally don’t actually eat my candy so I wouldnt know. All these different costume ideas to choose from, Walden, my local peeps know that it is this insane halloween mecca. On Halloween night every year middle and highschoolers bring eggs and shaving cream and the witches house*  is all crazy decked out and super loud and stress ful. So I hate Walden. Yes, I know, I should go experience it, but I max out at five minutes every year. It’s a shame, I know. But anyways, back to costumes. This year i am seriously considering a group costume. Two guy friends of mine and one girl friend and I at first were gonna be the teletubbies, but ththat rolled downhill faster than a red balloon. So now after looking on yahoo answers, we were considering being the Bandits from “A Clockwork Orange” even though none of us have seen the movie. Judging by the trailers on you tube, it’s pretty morbid.  ;)

infinite x’s and o’x

love delia rose

* Witches house was a prop in a few movies and is now owned by some rich guy who decided to remodel the inside and host crazy halloween parties. He gets lighting and actors to portray a scary haloween night on his front lawn. And not to forget the King Size Crunch bars with custom sticker covering the label, I am assuming it’s so I remember to send him a thank you note, but I’m not sure.. ? 

o.0

My newe bike is sooooo pretty, it’s green and gorgeous, the link is http://www.electrabike.com/home/ and it’s a cruiser in pearl mint. I was thinking of getting the pajama party handlebars and seat though! It is supremeley beautiful. I have been keeping up with my crocheting also. I was amking a lovely blu bear and I stuffed it with lavander, the problem was, once I put the features on the head, we (my mother and I of course) decided it looked like a mummy. Super eww, and shame too because it was stuffed with farmer’s market lavender that my mom dreid. But do not cry for me Argetina! This little seven year old we know was like “ooh this smells pretty and I’ll name him beary can i pleasseee have it?” So of course I milled it over for about 30 seconds and then decided, “umm yeah sur I guess, but I need the body back. Oh, wait never mind take it I have another body at home anyways, sure you can keep it.” SO she marched off with hideous beary and left me pondering what on earth I had done wrong, in hope of spoaring any future crocheting progets the pain of my forgetfullness. And putting the eyes on wayy to late in the process. But now I am working on a lovely confetti pink bear with some organic cotton yarn (100 yds) that I got at the Saturday market in oregon, that i had also, get how perfect this is, had dreampt about the night before! How much more insanley awsome does it get. I had one similar in blue that I had bought on third street and I dreampt that I had one a variety of pinks and purples and other enticing hues. Well, i need to pick out fabric for my amy butler bag!

Ou’revoir my sweet darlings!

why must I leave? Well, you see,

c’est la vie!

delia rose christine

recently i’ve been doing a lot of crocheting. I just picked up this thing called amigurumi. It’s crocheting these cute little teeny animals and funsy critters. I haven’t finished but I’m working on somethin for friend of mine, it’s a blueberry baby bear! Since i missed her b-day , i want to make it egg-stra special hehehe!! Speaking of obsessions of the late.

here is a list of stuff i like on the intra-net:

cute-plush.com (all sorts of cute stuff hand made and super kawaii)

phoopie.com (more kawaii!)

onegoodbumblebee.com (insanley whimsical stuff, it always makes me smile, be sure to check out the “jar of whimsies”)

asiajam.com (cool japanese clothes at reasonable prices …)

Also, if you’re in the mood for an audio tape, I highly reccomend “I Like You.” By Amy Sedaris, it’s read by her too.

I’m also really loving etsy.com all the handmade stuff is really awsome, so I am inspired to make my own stuff. This year for my school backpack, I’m getting a jansport and decking it out. remind me to post pictures of the finished products …

Also I’ve read this article, which prompted the question, like so many others, why, when men do insanley innapropriate things, do they never get fired? They just get put in a box until everybody forgets what they have done, or at least the magnitude of it all. Somethin so ponder eh? (Here’s lookin at you Justin Gimestob)

Hrm hrm…

roadtrip time adue my lovelies!

xoxoxo

delia rose

amelie rush

olivia joy

I am thinkin I may be a synestheiac, if that’s even how you spell it. everyone who has read this blog should know by now that spelling isn’t my strong suit, especially when I am tired!

but, anyways, back to the point. A synopsis of synesthesia as I understand it: it’s when all your senses blend together and get all mushy and a poorly divided, so it’s all lots of fun!\

You see, I assumed that everyone had the same strong color-number  associations as me. I thought everyone could judge a word’s sahpe or texture by weighing it on their tongue. But, alas, apparantley not.

The only thing standing in the way of me finalaizing my diagnosis was the little bit on the internet that mentioned it was genetic. Oh well, nevermind, guess I’m just I hyperchondriac. (did you ever realize that if you are a seemingly normal individual who thinks they have hyprochondria, you do? pretty wierd huh?)

but, now in oregon, I am happy to find that my grandma has it too! and we both know that Wednesdays are blue, and we have love-hate relationships with the letter 3!

Major self esteem boost, yippee!!!

hmmm i kinda wanna go crochet now, so see ya later gater1

XXOXO

delia bug

Alas, I am insanley glad I am no longer four feet tall. When you are only four feet tall, everyone has an alterior motive for your future.

McDonald’s says: “Ooh, let’s make our Happy Meals come with a dolly! Evryone knows nine year olds are suckers for dollies! Oh, and maybe if we make the kiddies think it’s good clean stuff, they’ll drag ol’ mom in for a 5,000 calorie salad! Piece o’ cake! And don’t forget the McFlurry!”

Mattel: “I have an idea, we can put the most expensive stuff withtin the kid’s line of sight! It’s brilliant!”

Anheuser-Busch: “Make sure the people in marketing put bright colors and round appealing shapes in our ads in Good Housekeeping! We want everyone to take notice!”

Everyone is throwing stuff in your face screaming “BUY ME! BUT ME!” and of course, what’s a third grader to do except want? When the media trains you to want, you want!

Everyone wants the kids familiar with them so they have brand loyalty, or whatever it’s called.

Biggest Offender: Walt Disney.

Well, not exactly him personally, but come on, “Mickey”  is one of the first things a kid learns how to say!

Even now that I’m older, the companies eat away at kids.

When I saw a camel ad, I tried to ignore the fact that I loooooved the graphics and the pink and the black! It all paried up sooo nice! Maybe I’m not as aware I pretend to be, or would like to think, I thought to myself.  *tear, tear* Maybe I’m not special!

Well it didn’t go exactly like that, but you get the point? My mom laughed when i showed her the ad, because she though

A. It was funny how distraught i was over liking, it, she reasoned it was because I simply had an avererage brain.

b. she thought it was ugly.

She also was amused by the fact that Victoria’s secret came out with sweatpants and other random stuff geared towards mostly teenagersm, though i’ve caught both elderly women and eight year olds wearing their stuff … .

any ways, i’m bored talking about buying stuff so,

xoxoxo

muffin impeacher.

Her photos are all so different from each other I find myself searching for her common style, but all i find is and edgy-ness, sort of sexy, maybe twinkle of mischeif in the eye? Open and loving? Not always, so I’m not sure. But with most of them, it feels as though, if you stare long enough into the eyes of the model. You can sit inside  head and know exactly, (almost remarkably so) what they are thinking about. Or maybe that’s just me, maybe I’m just projecting from my American culturally/media biased opinion. I don’t know, I just …. hmmmm … I want to like her. But, then again, on the other hand, I don’t. This is so tolling. I know what you’re thinking, “is she honestly fretting over some photographer she has just recently discovered the identity of?” Be cause I want to that’s why. But I’m just dancing along the line that divides something good to talk about, and the over analyzed. But I want to know her. I can’t make my own opinion for some weird reason. it’s like what that guy from Postsecret said. If you over analyze a joke, it’s no longer funny. Grrrrr….. why is it so hard for me to decide such a trivial thing? Maybe it’s because I’m a Gemini? I don’t know, I want to delve deeper, and I know that I can … But I want to be the old me, dangerous play with fire procrastination me. Ooo it’s so tempting it kills me. But I’ll try not to be.

I’ll share some connections instead. And yeah, they just might touch on Unilever.

Annie Leibovitz~

Photographed Miley Cyrus for Vogue, not terribly controversial, my mom wouldn’t let me do it, but it’s not that big of deal

Also photographed the women in the Dove real beauty ads. ~ Wait for it, here comes the diconnect … Annie Leibovitz photographed the women, yes, but it’s not really her fault that they were photoshopped, you know? She’s under fire and takin the brunt of it for some art director who I would much enjoy mailing a shovel to, becaouse he/she is just digging themselves a deeper ditch based on what Dove’s publicist says …

“We have made the commitment not to distort any of our images to create an unrealistic or unattainable view of beauty. As we have said, this does not mean we do absolutely nothing to the images to make them suitable for printing. There is always something that needs a bit of adjustment to meet professional standards - even in the best run photo shoot with the best photographers. Removing or correcting these things does not mean that people don’t see the woman as she really is and does not change our commitment to real women.”

Wait so you’re contradicting any previous statements in which you denied photoshop, and basically saying you did Photoshop them. Funny how that works. : )

So yah Annie Leibovitz did take the photos, but she did not alter them in any way. Don’t head right back to the source and shoot the woman who took the shot. (oo a pun!) If you’re suuuppper duper confused, look up the Jack Johnson song, Cookie Jar, and itt willl alll make sense. Now, Rinse and Repeat, ahhhhh.

I guess what bothers me the most about Dove, right at this very moment, Is that I could make an awsome case on both sides of the field, for or against them.

it irks me even more that i love thier online ads… (Amy)

also, remind em to blog abou convenience … like that guy doing pull ups at the park.

just imagine if you gym closed down for a month. you probably  would forgo working out and make it up later, as long as you know it’s comin back right?

hmm

ponder now that honey

xoxoxo

im goin to bed,

delia rose.

p.s. i promise next time to write about my special sensory-ness

love you edna