The Healthy Side of Life

callmemoprah:

In which Jon Stewart hits the nail on the head.

My life since 2013 in two sentences.

My life since 2013 in two sentences.

Posted on Aug 27, 2014Share
Moving day!

Work is going to go by so slow, but I’m going to try and leave at least an hour early. If I can’t then I’m already leaving at 4 so it’s ok either way. Yesterday I bought the microwave at Costco that we liked along with other essentials (sponges, garbage bags, soap and dishwasher soap, etc). Tomorrow I’m going food shopping after work, and sometime today I need to buy a dish drainer. I’m going to pack my car before work today and hopefully go straight to the new place after I’m done. My fiance thinks that we’ll be able to get the keys before signing the lease. I’m not so sure but we’ll find out I guess!

We’re not getting cable and internet until Saturday sometime so I don’t know when I’ll be on here next. The joys of moving…

Have a great day everyone!

comedycentral:

Click here to watch more of Jordan Klepper and Jessica Williams’s safety tips for college students from last night’s Daily Show.

  • Dad: " You know what stinks single guys like me paying for birth control so a chick won't have a kid."
  • Me: " Oh what do you know about birth control."
  • Dad: " That it keeps whores from getting pregnant."
  • Me: *slams hands on table*" SHUT UP YOU DON'T KNOW A FUCKING THING DO YOU THINK THAT'S THE ONLY THING IT DOES?!? DO YOU? WITHOUT THAT SHIT I WOULD STILL BE BLEEDING OUT OF MY VAGINA NON-STOP SINCE JANUARY AND ITS NOT LIKE I ASKED TO HAVE THAT HAPPEN."
  • Dad: " Yeah but I shouldn't have to pay for it."
  • Me: " Do you not realize that without insurance my birth control would be $100 not $25, do you know that I have to spend $30 on pads and tampons every three months. NO you didn't"
  • Dad: " Yeah but-."
  • Me: " I wasn't done , men get condoms, Viagra, penis pumps and all that other shit for FREE."
  • Dad: " We do?"
  • Me: " Yeah so next time you fucking vote or bitch about something you don't know about think about this for a sec maybe instead of paying for it maybe it should be free BECAUSE YOU DON'T HAVE TO HAVE SEX BUT I'M FORCED TO PUT UP WITH PART OF MY UTERUS FALLING OUT OF ME ."
  • Dad: "......" * Intense look of fear.*
  • Mom: * Laughs from the hallway and high fives me later.*

Andy Samberg and Lena Headey on stage at the 66th Primetime Emmy Awards (x)

“Sometimes you fall only to rise higher than you were before. You fell. Now rise.”

—Yasmin Mogahed  (via islamicgirl)
Posted on Aug 25, 2014 with 2 notesShare

Went shopping yesterday for the new apartment and stopped in at Barnes and Noble. That store is like crack to me. Or better yet, Pringles. One I’m in there I can’t stop picking up books to buy. So, naturally, I left with four books

First two things I grab: two cookbooks. One had recipes for every day of the year and the other is 140 and change different ways you can cook chicken. All I need is to look at a few recipes and if I like at least two, I’m good to go.

The other two books: the completed set of Sherlock Holmes, Vol 1 and 2. Yes, I am a horrible person for not reading them yet. Oh well!

Posted on Aug 23, 2014Share

Getting 5 danish teak bookcases for 440? Is day that’s a good deal!

Picking them up next Saturday!! So excited lol. Well my fiance and his dad are. I work haha. But it’ll be nice to come home to nice, newish bookshelves.

T-4 days until moving day! Hope I’m not being annoying by putting it in every post lol.

Posted on Aug 20, 2014 with 2 notesShare

My old supervisor at my new job offered me get job for the second time yesterday. Turns out she got offered a position elsewhere for roughly 10 to 15 grand more. She’d be crazy to not take it, so she offered it to me. I’ll have to be interviewed by someone higher up than just her, but she’s going to give het opinion and suggestions as well as the temp executive director that’s been here all summer. So I don’t know who I’ll be interviewed by, nor when, but I’m guessing it’ll be soon.

So I’ll have to put in my 2 weeks at jcp when I find out when I’m starting that. It’s gonna be a crazy few weeks ahead. But if I do get this, it’ll be a great job promotion and I’ll practically make almost double what I get now. I’ll update add everything happens.

On another upside, moving date is t-7 days. So excited!!

gibyprime:

girl-fashion-13:

DO NOT PASS THIS POST

REBLOG, SHARE, SPREAD THE WORLD.

DO NOT STAY SILENT

I KNOW THIS IS A FASHION BLOG AND NOT A NEWS BLOG,… BUT I REFUSE TO SIT HERE AND BE IGNORANT WHEN I KNOW THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO NEED HELP

Revolution is required

Posted on Aug 18, 2014 with 107 notesVIAShare
cubebreaker:

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cubebreaker:

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fatmaninalittlesuit:

Need this! :)

fatmaninalittlesuit:

Need this! :)

tocifer:

thelethifoldwitch:

Imagine Hogwarts after the Battle, after the War, sure –
But imagine Hogwarts’ students, after their year with the Carrows and Snape.
Imagine a tiny little first-year whose porcupine pincushions still have quills, but to whom Fiendfyre comes easily. The second-year who tried to go back, to fight; whose bravado got Professor Sinistra killed, as she pushed him out of the way of a Killing Curse. The third-year who perfectly brewed poisons, hands shaking, wishing for the courage to spike the Carrows’ cups. The fourth-year who throws away all of their teacups, their palmistry guidebooks, because what use is Divination if it didn’t see this coming? The fifth-year who can barely remember what O.W.L.S. are, let alone that she was supposed to take them. The sixth-year who can’t manage Lumos to save their life, but whose proficiency with the Cruciatus Curse rivals Bellatrix’s.
Imagine the seventh-year who laughs until he cries, thinking about the first-years who will fall asleep in History of Magic while their story is told.
Imagine the Muggleborn first-years left alive, if there are any: imagine what they think of the magical world, when their introduction to it was Death Eaters and being tortured – by their classmates –for having been born.
Imagine the students who went home to their parents (or guardians, or wards, or orphanages) and showed them what they’d learned: Dark curses, hexes, Unforgiveables; that Muggles are filth, animals, lesser. Who, yes, still can’t transfigure a match into a needle – but Mum, there’s a hex that can make you feel as though you’re being stabbed with thousands. (Don’t ask them how they know.)
Imagine the students who will never be able to see Hogwarts as home.
Imagine the students Hogwarts has left, when it starts up again – the lack of Muggleborns, blood-traitors, half-bloods, dead and gone – the lack of purebloods; the Ministry would have chucked everyone of age (and possibly just below) in Azkaban for Unforgiveables, wouldn’t they?
Imagine how few students there are left to teach; imagine how few teachers are left to teach them.
Imagine the students who can’t walk past a particular classroom, who can’t walk through a hallway, who can’t walk into the Great Hall without having a panic attack or breaking down. Imagine the school-wide discovery that the carriages aren’t horseless after all; that everyone, from the firsties to the teachers, can see Thestrals.
Imagine the memorials, the heaps of flowers and mementoes – in every other corner, hallway, classroom; every other step you take on the grounds.
Imagine the ghosts.
Imagine the students destroying Snape’s portrait, using the curses, hexes, even Fiendfyre they’ve been taught how to wield – it has to be restored nearly every week; Snape stays with Phineas Nigellus semi-permanently. (None of the other portraits will welcome him. His reasons do not excuse his conduct.)
Imagine the students unable to trust each other – everyone informed on everyone, your best friend might turn you in.
Imagine the guilt that everyone carries (it should have been me, it’s my fault s/he’s dead, I told on them, it’s all my fault), the students incapable of meeting each other’s eyes because it’s my fault your best friend, your sibling, your Housemate, your boy/girlfriend is dead.
Imagine the memorials piled high with the wands of the dead. Imagine the memorials piled high with the self-snapped wands of the living.
Imagine the students who are never able to produce a Patronus.
Imagine Boggarts being removed from the curriculum because Riddikulus is near impossible to grasp, even for the sixth- and seventh-years. Because their friends and families dead will never, ever be funny.
Imagine the students for whom magic feels tainted.
Imagine the students who leave the wixen world – hell, the students who leave Britain entirely, because there’s nothing left for them there.
Imagine the students who never use magic again.
(Image source.)
(From the mind of the wonderful lavenderpatil, a keen look at how students might be after war.)

and furthermore, imagine all the hate this will breed for the years to come after, the chain reactions it will cause for the future, and possible revenge and war it will spark, the new generation of dark wizards

tocifer:

thelethifoldwitch:

Imagine Hogwarts after the Battle, after the War, sure

But imagine Hogwarts’ students, after their year with the Carrows and Snape.

Imagine a tiny little first-year whose porcupine pincushions still have quills, but to whom Fiendfyre comes easily. The second-year who tried to go back, to fight; whose bravado got Professor Sinistra killed, as she pushed him out of the way of a Killing Curse. The third-year who perfectly brewed poisons, hands shaking, wishing for the courage to spike the Carrows’ cups. The fourth-year who throws away all of their teacups, their palmistry guidebooks, because what use is Divination if it didn’t see this coming? The fifth-year who can barely remember what O.W.L.S. are, let alone that she was supposed to take them. The sixth-year who can’t manage Lumos to save their life, but whose proficiency with the Cruciatus Curse rivals Bellatrix’s.

Imagine the seventh-year who laughs until he cries, thinking about the first-years who will fall asleep in History of Magic while their story is told.

Imagine the Muggleborn first-years left alive, if there are any: imagine what they think of the magical world, when their introduction to it was Death Eaters and being tortured by their classmates for having been born.

Imagine the students who went home to their parents (or guardians, or wards, or orphanages) and showed them what they’d learned: Dark curses, hexes, Unforgiveables; that Muggles are filth, animals, lesser. Who, yes, still can’t transfigure a match into a needle but Mum, there’s a hex that can make you feel as though you’re being stabbed with thousands. (Don’t ask them how they know.)

Imagine the students who will never be able to see Hogwarts as home.

Imagine the students Hogwarts has left, when it starts up again the lack of Muggleborns, blood-traitors, half-bloods, dead and gone the lack of purebloods; the Ministry would have chucked everyone of age (and possibly just below) in Azkaban for Unforgiveables, wouldn’t they?

Imagine how few students there are left to teach; imagine how few teachers are left to teach them.

Imagine the students who can’t walk past a particular classroom, who can’t walk through a hallway, who can’t walk into the Great Hall without having a panic attack or breaking down. Imagine the school-wide discovery that the carriages aren’t horseless after all; that everyone, from the firsties to the teachers, can see Thestrals.

Imagine the memorials, the heaps of flowers and mementoes in every other corner, hallway, classroom; every other step you take on the grounds.

Imagine the ghosts.

Imagine the students destroying Snape’s portrait, using the curses, hexes, even Fiendfyre they’ve been taught how to wield it has to be restored nearly every week; Snape stays with Phineas Nigellus semi-permanently. (None of the other portraits will welcome him. His reasons do not excuse his conduct.)

Imagine the students unable to trust each other everyone informed on everyone, your best friend might turn you in.

Imagine the guilt that everyone carries (it should have been me, it’s my fault s/he’s dead, I told on them, it’s all my fault), the students incapable of meeting each other’s eyes because it’s my fault your best friend, your sibling, your Housemate, your boy/girlfriend is dead.

Imagine the memorials piled high with the wands of the dead. Imagine the memorials piled high with the self-snapped wands of the living.

Imagine the students who are never able to produce a Patronus.

Imagine Boggarts being removed from the curriculum because Riddikulus is near impossible to grasp, even for the sixth- and seventh-years. Because their friends and families dead will never, ever be funny.

Imagine the students for whom magic feels tainted.

Imagine the students who leave the wixen world hell, the students who leave Britain entirely, because there’s nothing left for them there.

Imagine the students who never use magic again.

(Image source.)

(From the mind of the wonderful lavenderpatil, a keen look at how students might be after war.)

and furthermore, imagine all the hate this will breed for the years to come after, the chain reactions it will cause for the future, and possible revenge and war it will spark, the new generation of dark wizards

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