So a close friend of mine from Louisiana has started an incredible new blog and it really deserves to be mentioned. L (Not sure if I am allowed to use his first name or not) is in a wheelchair and writes about life from his point of view. L’s writing well worth the read for both the humor and the reality check.
So a couple of weeks ago I went to Balboa park and saw this fountain and fell. In. Love. The colors of the tiles were so rich even when I tried to saturate to pull the colors I still couldn’t … Continue reading
When I left Vermont I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I was going out into a world by my self and it was exhilarating. I remember crossing the state border into West Virginia and opening my windows to the smell of wild flowers and the summer heat, how lost I got on my way into New York City and how I was fairly certain that I was going to die (Thankfully my Grandparents are AMAZING and guided me through the city to their apartment,) but what stands out to me the most out of the traveling I’ve done so far is Louisville, Kentucky.
Maybe it was the fact that Louisville was the first city I ever moved to on my own or perhaps it’s the fact that Louisville is seriously underrated. Go ahead, have your giggle. Every time I bring up Louisville, or the fact that I even lived in Kentucky, I generally get some pretty interesting reactions. Generally they have to do with the fact that everyone seems to think Kentucky is all Hickville but it’s really not and Louisville in particular is very very special.
Why Louisville? Well partly because my best friend Ronnie lives there with his wife, Rehna. I met Ronnie online way back when I was 17ish and we became fast friends. Together we trolled the internet, ready to take down any uneducated fool who dared to comment idiotically on something they obviously knew nothing about, played ridiculous amounts of games and most importantly we talked. We talked about everything, he helped me get through the worst break-up of my life and I helped him open up more in his marriage to Rehna. After we met over Thanksgiving in Vermont we decided that I should move to Louisville and out of the amazing grace of their hearts they gladly shared their home with me. It was hard, four people living in a two bedroom apartment, but it was home and we had a BLAST. They had another roommate named Leigha (That’s Lee-uh not Lay-uh, sorry SW’s homies) who was one of the quietest people I have ever met but when she does get comfortable and she talks she is one of the most hilarious people you will ever meet. The other part was because my mom lived in Louisville when she was in her early 20′s and she loved it herself, my mother and I have the same taste in many many things and Louisville is just one of those things.
The culture of Louisville is unique in the sense that it is a lot of the Northern Culture with mostly the good Southern Mannerisms and enough of both the West and East coast fashion influence to create a style all it’s own. The musical aspect is another really really strong part of Louisville and the Local Bands rock the town regularly and will more than gladly have a beer with you provided you can find the bars they enjoy most. Beyond the people though you have places like Bardstown Road where most of the locals spend their time (Oh man do I miss Cahoots) and you can find secret places like Baby D’s Bagels (Insert picture of homer drooling,) as well as some incredible restaurants. The falls of the Ohio is another part of that area that astounds me. It’s on the Indiana side of the Ohio River but it’s worth the quick drive over if you get the chance. The rock bed you walk out onto is covered and filled with fossils; on warm days it is amazing to walk out onto the ledge, pop open a book and enjoy the sun with the sound of the river roaring by. It’s comfortable in the sense that it’s a little-big city that fits just right, or at least just right for me.
At some point I will type up some of the stories of Louisville for you, including when I moved there and mistook the Yum! Center for a Giant KFC and the first time I met my crew at The Levee.
Cheers for now!
So as a few of you know I love video games about as much as I love to travel, hence the name Nerdy Gypsy. Well a few months back a friend of mine introduced me to a game called Lollipop Chainsaw Massacre and I instantly fell in love with it. Seriously it is everything I have ever dreamed about the most unrealistic zombie apocalypse I could ask for wrapped up in rainbows, a pink chainsaw and a skimpy cheerleading outfit. Juliette is adorable and the soundtrack ranges from the 50′s to the late 70′s with classics like ‘Lollipop‘ and ‘Micky.’ Yes you can click those song titles and be taken directly to the track for your nostalgic listenage.
Well lately I have been craving this game like no other so of course took no persuasion on my part to have an excuse to go buy video games. So we both got a game, he got his Farcry 3 and I got my dear Lollipop Chainsaw Massacre. I have to say LCM is one of my new favorite games in my collection. Aside from some of the slight issues that I have with the initial controls the game is hilarious. filled with slightly twisted and definitely sarcastic quips. It almost reminds me of the same game mechanics as Bayonetta which is another on my top 10 list. Graphics – 8 Story – 7.5 Replay Value – 9.5 Fun – 9.5 So basically what I am saying is that if I go missing check the Man Cave. I am probably killing the hell out of some zombies.
Xo – NG
Come down to Hard Rock of San Diego and chill out with me! We will have a Gravity Fed cask, excellent music and to add all that awesome together you also get to hang out with me!
So this Thanksgiving was really really cool despite the fact that I didn’t get to go home. I was originally going to sit at home and mope this holiday season and just have a big ol’ pitty party with Ben and Jerry but I quickly decided that it would be rather silly of me to do so this is what I have been doing instead. This season I am going to be volunteering with my work (Hard Rock) to help in any way I can. A Few weeks ago I volunteered with the Rolling Readers in Chula Vista Public Library, on the 26th I helped with USO of San Diego’s Thanksgiving and then on Thanksgiving itself I helped these amazing women in this video. These women are residents of the Battered Women’s Shelter and we all got together and had. A. Blast. Turkey dinner was served (The Turkey was Soooooo good) and then we proceeded to have a dance party afterwards because why not! I apologize in advance for the terrible singing and horrible quality on the video!!! I REALLY need a new camera.
One of the biggest things to remember this Holiday season is that everyone who works in the Customer Service industry goes through a black out period for vacations. Those who work in retail and in restaurants often cannot take the time off to be with their families during the Holidays so that they can be at work to SERVE YOU! So be nice, tip well and remember they are giving up their time and their Holidays to better serve you as the customer!!!
Ways you can improve your customer experience and help the people trying to help you:
- Be patient
- Be kind
- Tell us a joke or give us a smile. It can really really help when the days get long and rough.
- Appreciate the gift we are giving you so you can spend that time with your family.
- Allow us a couple of mistakes. We see generally over 100 people an hour so we are bound to fuck something up.
- Remember to breathe when you get frustrated, close your eyes and disappear to the beach for a few seconds if you have to but PLEASE do not take your frustration out on us, we are doing the BEST we can.
- Feed your kids. If you are going to drag your children mercilessly store to store then feed them. Tantrums aren’t fun for ANYONE.
- Drink PLENTY of water and make sure YOU eat too. Dehydration and hunger can turn even the sweetest Who down in Whoville into Cruela DeVil.
- SAY THANK YOU!!!
Thanks for reading guys, you are all truly awesome.
So I have been working on this blog post for days and I am still not sure about how I am going to say what I am going to say, but I am going to say it anyway. Recently I have been noticing a pattern in the way people talk about women and it’s been starting to give me a little bit of a headache with the amount of frustration and anger these things have been causing me; it all started with the word: “Entitlement.” For those of you who don’t know ‘Entitlement’ means:
-the fact of having a right to something.
“full entitlement to fees and maintenance should be offered”
synonyms: right, prerogative, claim
-the amount to which a person has a right.
“annual leave entitlement”
synonyms: right, prerogative, claim
So that being said we all know some pretty entitled people in our lives, we can’t deny they are out there and to do so would be silly. However lately I’ve been hearing it in a very different light that I hadn’t considered before.
Now we’ve all heard the term “Daddy issues” and we all know what it means. Just the phrase itself feels slimy to me, it screams cop-out on so many levels and is generally only used in reference to women. Very rarely do we hear of men having these apparent ‘daddy issues’ because when Men go out and get crazy and go to strip clubs or be the best cop they can be or randomly join the military they are just ‘having fun’ or doing what they have to because a “man has got to do what a man has to do!” As soon as a woman does these things on the other hand she is generally either A) Trying too hard, B) Has Daddy Issues or C) Is too ‘Aggressive.’ Aggressive… Can you imagine that? Being too aggressive? And usually these women have all of those reasons lumped into one large pile of fuckall (Oh yeah, that’s right it makes me THAT kind of angry) as an excuse as to why they have to prove themselves in their male-dominate fields or why they just went crazy and had more sexual partners than society deems acceptable for a woman to have. I am not saying those two examples are the only instances that this term is used, I am saying I am so livid with the term that just thinking about it makes it hard for me to come up with more examples. That being said, as of late, I’ve been hearing the word Entitlement used in the SAME WAY.
It all started on a friend’s Facebook (I know, Facebook right? How lame!) She was asking if it would be okay if she texted the man she had gone out on a date with the previous night first or if she should wait for him to text her. The responses she got made my stomach turn and I felt the progress of the feminist movement slide back in time a little, people were telling her that not only did men not like aggressive women (since when is texting someone REMOTELY aggressive?!?!?!?) and that it’s good that she asked instead of just assuming that she was entitled to text him first like she had earned that right. Er… Excuse me? Does anyone else not see a problem here? I had to put my phone down and walk away from it before I threw it at the wall. How. Freaking. Dare. They.
Of course the more I thought about it, the more I realized just how often women get referred to as entitled for doing things their way. Texting your date the next day to tell them you had a lovely time is NOT entitlement, it’s communication which is a vital skill to have in a relationship. So while I can still put into words (Because angry NG does not write all that well) my thoughts and feelings, here is a list of things that don’t make you entitled!!!
- Texting someone.
- Asking for something when you need it.
- Asking for help.
- Having standards.
- Friendzoning someone (we will get to this topic later)
- Having goals
- Going after what you want
- Achieving what you want
- Loving yourself
- Feeling good about yourself
These things however, do make you entitled:
- Bitching about not getting the brand newest electronic gadget because your parents refuse to drop $600 on a fucking phone that’s going to be outdated in three months anyway.
- Thinking you have the right to treat people like shit based on their class/way they dress/ect.
- Assuming that when you do a good thing that the entire world owes you something. You should do good things regardless of whether or not you are going to get a thank you, don’t be a dick.
There. That’s not so hard, is it? So if we could never ever use the word entitlement again incorrectly to belittle someone that’d be great. I am just saying.