Burning ring of fire

Driving home from work this evening I couldn't help but notice this curious pinkish ring around the sun and NO I do not make a habit of staring at the sun. 

"How does this happen?!" I ask myself aloud in my car. Maybe tomorrow my retinas will have the answer. And my eye doctor.

 

Yeah, I'm sorry... whatever

Disclaimer: This is just my own personal belief, if you are offended easily, then do not continue reading.

Yom Kippur, the creme de la creme, the holiest of ho...lies. The day where millions of Jews around the world simultaneously and willingly give up food, washing, leather shoes and sex (oh, please, no!) in order to ask G-d for his forgiveness for their sins. And it is in these 26 hours that G-d does, indeed, forgive and cleanse of wrong-doings (hooray!).

WHAT... THE... HELL... ?

If I were heavy into religion, I'd say it sounds like a start and a mere cop-out. Think about it: All year we run around living our lives how we went to live them and then one single day each year we can simply lay off the french fries, give ourselves a rest from the horizontal mambo and a shower and wear flip flops, then voila! We're saved!!!

This goes for all religions. Those who truely believe in their G-d live their lives each day in the manner in which they think G-d wants them to. I think the rest of the population are a bunch of posers, only participating in some of the rituals out of shear fear (and laziness). These are the people who only pray when they're sick or in trouble, who only repent on days like this "just to be safe." The people who aren't sure if they believe in a G-d, but are afraid to say they don't because they don't know what will happen to them after they pass.

YEAH, OKAY...

If one day of saying, "oops! Sorry!" is all it takes, then hell, I'm in. Just not now, I'm gonna' wait until I'm on my death bed.

P.S. Just for the record, although I do consider myself to be agnostic, I do whole-heartedly respect those who do believe and live out each day emphasizing their beliefs, so long as they don't actively try and "save" me. I respect yours, you respect mine. Just know that in my book, evolution > creationsim

Adventures of A&A: Buyers (un)Remorse

"A day in the life of a girl and her wife."

Allie: I need a new pair of gym sneaks
Alicia: [my new Puma's are] very comfy, go with a lot of stuff
Allie: mine are falling apart
Alicia: oh yeah, and theyre good for running
Alicia: *cough*
Allie: hahaha
Allie: i think i'm gonna get the chucks tho
Allie: thus going against what i told jj last night
Alicia: excellent
Allie: that i'm not buying anything for myself until nov. 6
Alicia: wow thats a long time
Allie: his response "bullshit"
Allie: hahaha
Alicia: yeah seriously

Light at the end of the tunnel

today, 7:15 am

Sometimes the simple beauty of the world amazes me. *cue American Beauty floating plastic bag*

We are, indeed, a spoiled generation. Maybe we should get back to basics. I believe Louis CK said it best on Conan (I love you, CoCo)

Adventures of A&A: Bathroom Woes

"A day in the life of a girl and her wife."

Alicia: i have to pee and BOTH bathrooms are destroyed
Allie: by poop?
Alicia: lol
Alicia: yes
Allie: hahaha
Alicia: that may be my adventures of a&a for the day
Allie: hahaha

Not now, I'm busy!

The time has come! It seems the devil himself has finally called upon me. Does he not see the time!? I have to go to work!

New York, New York

So it's been sort of a tradition for me to visit the lovely state of New York in October. When I first visited back in 2005, I believe, it was at the end of October and I had to share the cold cement with snow. I don't remember being all that prepared for it. Even when I lived in New York I never really had a great winter wardrobe. I had a pair of black Payless boots with a pocket on the outside of them big enough for a quarter and a pair of backless Rocket Dog clogs. I also had a really ugly yellow Columbia winter jacket and a scarf that was given to me by my wife. Needless to say, I wasn't much of the fashionista.

After a hiatus of not going to visit or receiving many visits, I randomly booked a flight last October and again made the late-year trip. This time I was prepared. Being in South Florida and not having much to do outside of working, going to school and watching What Not to Wear, I finally had some idea on how to present myself. I excitedly packed my tight-fitting jeans and my long-sleeved shirts and my cute fashion boots looking forward to showing all of my old friends how cute I can look in brisk weather. The problem: it never got cooler than 70°. What the hell is wrong with you, global warming?! That was my time to shine!

Here we are, a year later and again I'm preparing for my October pilgrimage. Is it strange that I'm hoping for cool, crisp weather? I'm bringing my boots, damnit. Don't let me down!