Life or something like it

Project SLUG was moving along faster than expected.... until I hit road block called the IRS that works ar a slug pace (ironicaly). What I have noticed is people dont take you seriously when you say you want to start a non-profit. Everyone (family & friends) think you will either give up or fail. Guess what..... I am not BullShiting you! I wan to do this. I want to make the community better. I want to get out of the corporate world. And I AM really doing it. We do need vomlunteers. If you would like to help let me know. We will be having our first meeting to include volunteers in a few weeks. This summer is all about fundraising.... we need to get prepared... get that bank account up. Let me know if you want to help.

The Summer of 2009 was full of adventure and exploration. 2010 will be even better. More camping, More hiking, More fishing, plus added Mountain Biking! We bought a new tent, large enough to house our queen size air bed and 2 bikes... with room to spare. I have already been looking at our Utah map and finding lakes and rivers I want to discover. I am excited

This last picture serves no purpose and has no relation to my life. However it makes me laugh.

WTF US Gov - What decade are we in?

So what is a negro exactly? According to the dictionary....

Ne·gro   
1. Anthropology . a member of the peoples traditionally classified as the Negro race, esp. those who originate in sub-Saharan Africa: no longer in technical use.
–adjective
2. of, pertaining to, or characteristic of one of the traditional racial divisions of humankind, generally marked by brown to black skin pigmentation, dark eyes, and woolly or crisp hair and including esp. the indigenous peoples of Africa south of the Sahara.
3. being a member of the black peoples of humankind, esp. those who originate in sub-Saharan Africa.

So why are people (like myself) upset by this absurd question on the 2010 Census.... because it is bullshit. Tell me right now... what is the difference between Black, African American and Negro? What would a Dominican Republican choose? Or a Brazilian?
Oh and I like how they give 'Asian Indian' as an option and then say 'Asian Other'.... I like that other can be everything else in that huge continent. When I received my census form I refused to check a box, and instead wrote a friendly note stating "I am not a box, I am not one race. I am multiracial and wont to be recognized as so. I am Jamaican and I am Italian. I am Both equally". One week later I received another Census form, apparently the didn't like my answer. I wrote "F this" on it and mailed it back blank.

Its not that I am against the idea of the census... I support the cause. I just don't agree with the wording of the question. If I was in charge of the Census I would ask 3 questions:
1. How many people in your household?
2. Annual household income.
3. Are you a natural born citizen or did you immigrate here? If a immigrant, what country did you immigrate from _______?

I think where you were born is more important than what the color of your skin is. After all...

When I born, I Black...
When I grow up, I Black...
When I go in Sun, I Black...
When I scared, I Black..
When I sick, I Black..
And when I die,I still black...

And you White fellow..
When you born, you pink..
When you grow up, you White...
When you go in Sun, you Red..
When you cold, you blue...
When you scared, you yellow..
When you sick, you Green...
And when you die, you Gray...
And you call me colored??

Summer Here I Come!

I got my Mountain Bike yesterday!

I cant wait to take it out on the trails.


Its a Diamondback Lustre 1 ( I dunno if that means anything, but I like it).

Isn't she beautiful.

New Blog

slcfashion.blogspot.com

Please follow my new blog.

I feel like I need to get back to what I know. Its relaxing and fun for me.
So I created a new blog about the fashion industry in Utah (or lack there of).

I promise not to over-post.

Thanks Rena

I can see clearly now the rain is gone...

Life Update:

Work has been going great. Very busy. The weather has been beautiful. I am ready for an action packed summer. I even came up with a fun summer goal. Maybe I have been watching too much Lost, but I really want to be able to track people/animals in the wild. Doesnt that sound like a great skill to have. I can help find lost children or finally see a moose. Maybe I will be the one who finds Susan Powells body and help solve the case. I wish my life were a blend of CSI vegas and Lost.

We leave in a couple of weeks for Austin Texas. 4 days of music, drinks, dancing, and sunny weather. Oh and Texas BBQ of course! I am so excited. I have no desire to see anywhere else in Texas. Spencer is all the cowboy and country music I need, but I do want to see Austin. Who knows I might come back with a new Tattoo.

When we get back from Texas I have one thing on my Agenda... "Get A Mountain Bike"!!!!!

Nothing too Fancy. But something to get me outside in the sun and keep me in shape.

Lets go ride!

Today is St. Patricks Day. I wore a Ireland flag pin that Rachel got me when she went to Dublin. And I plan on celebrating with a beer cocktail I saw on TV this morning. Presenting the Guiness Float

Wanna Try?

"Fuck Lent" he said

I was raised by an amazing women. She was a devote Catholic throughout adolescence and attended mass regularly. As she matured and went to college she stopped going to mass to explore other religious ventures. Christian revivals in people backyards with lots of song and dance. Or even other ways to become more spiritual: Thai Chi in the park, Drum circles, art classes, yoga, etc. In her 30's she found herself becoming a mother and wanted something to pass on to her children. So the taught them respect and reverence by taking them to Catholic mass. They learned at a early age about sacrifice, chastity, and confessing your sins.
Being one of her children raised with the privilege to see many different forms of spirituality I am comfortable to create my own level of religion and peace. I do not go to mass, but I still remember kneeling in prayer beside my mother and brother. I do not go to confession, but I do feel the need to speak my sins aloud to cleanse my guilty heart. One thing I do, every year, since I was just a child, is celebrate Lent. I like knowing I can still sacrifice something I put value on but maybe don't appreciate for 40 days and 40 nights. Its the least I can do. Really giving up coffee for Lent is the least I could do. But I enjoy Lent. It reminds me to be grateful of all the little things. So when I say "No I cant drink that, I gave coffee up for Lent." and you reply "Fuck Lent." you might as well be saying " Fuck you, fuck everything you hold dear, fuck tradition, fuck your family, and fuck anything I don't understand."
In conclusion: I am happy with who I am and what I believe. I am at peace with my religious stance and am not worried where my soul will end up. Are you? Or do you claim a religion to your family and not to your friends? Fuck that. Fuck being fake to please others. I am who I am and dammit I am stubborn.

Tempted by the fruit of another

Dear food,

I thought we were doing so great.

We didn't have to sneak around anymore.

But every time life is good you turn on me.

Its like I don't know you anymore.

You don't comfort me anymore.

You push me away.

You cause me pain.

STOP!

Stop tempting me with your mouth watering aromas.

Stop being so interesting and foreign.

You are not good for me.

I need to reevaluate our relationship.

I may not be able to rid you from my life for good,

But things will never be the same between us.

GOODBYE!

Take your spices, fried food, and tomatoes.

I will replace you.

You have burned me for the last time.

Goodbye my tempter.

Goodbye my secret lover.

Today I choose love and turn from pain.

From,

Rena's Stomach