Cats are Drunk Toddler Terrorists, and I Love It

Fiance and I got a kitten! He is only 3 months old now, and we've spent the last 3 weeks getting used to life with our new family member. He is so cute and fluffy that it’s hard to get mad at him, and we have been adapting our lives to him and his needs.

I've seen a lot of dog and cat shaming on the internet, as well as hilarious blogs and posts about toddlers and their antics. Reasons My Son Is Crying is a funny blog with pictures showing crying toddlers and the funny reasons why they are crying, such as a picture of a little girl crying with the caption “I wouldn't let her play with a bag of dog poop.” (Here is a collection of some of the funniest from this blog)

At this point, I think everyone will agree that toddlers are basically tiny drunk (adorable, hilarious) terrorists. And animals can be, too. Our kitty, Dexter, is always underfoot and has already cuddled his way into our hearts, but let’s be honest: Cats can be assholes, too. Now, this is not about him being douchey, just about his toddler-like reasons for crying. Mostly for no reason at all!

So, I decided to create a meme about my silly kitten and what he cries about. Here is my contribution: Why Is My Cat Crying? Enjoy!! (This meme was made using memegenerator.net, and uploading my own picture of Dexter and then assigning text)

Let me know what you think! Does your cat cry for ridiculous or funny reasons? Feel free to share a picture of your little furball-love-terrorist and let me know why he's freaking out today!


Photo credit to Fiance. Memes created using memegenerator.net.

Wedding Planning For A Non-Wedding Planning Person

Fiance and I are currently starting to plan our very own wedding! I love weddings. I love booze, food, dancing, my family, and big parties. I am alllllllll about other people's weddings. I was a bridesmaid in my big brother's wedding, and more recently was incredibly honored to serve as Maid of Honor in my best friend's wedding. 

But that doesn't mean that I love planning my own wedding! Everyone always talks about how stressful and crazy that time is. How many arguments have stemmed from ridiculous things like centerpieces or the order of the processional??

So far, Fiance and I have managed to not have much stress in this planning time. To be fair, it's pretty new and we haven't had to do TOO much, but we have accomplished some great things! We have a guest list, therefore we have the size of the event. We have picked out colors, the bridal party, and have narrowed down venues to 3 that we like. We have a budget in mind, and I've even scheduled dress shopping!

The budget is a tough one for me. I never planned on having a big wedding, despite my love of other people's big weddings. I never truly comprehended spending the equivalent of a down payment on a house for just one day. I have slowly accepted that the big wedding, the family event, is what we're doing. And I'm even excited about it! The money still sends a pang through my heart and my bank account. It doesn't matter to me that we can afford it. It matters to me the sheer amount! 

But Fiance is amazing at reassuring me that we are worth it. We love our family and friends, and we want to have the people we love with us for this momentous celebration. 

So, here I am, planning a big wedding. I have read blogs and articles, I have a checklist, and we are trucking through making the bigger decisions. I am a very organized and list-oriented person (thanks, Mom!!), so I am pretty ok with knowing the general timelines and what we need to do and stuff like that. I never even planned to have a big wedding! I always thought I would have a smaller affair, less party, more celebrating gathering. :)

While I don't think Fiance or I are particularly traditional people, we are also not super nontraditional, so we're having a pretty traditional wedding. I don't plan on having a train at all (I don't like trains or bustles), I am iffy on a veil at all (and definitely not a long one), and I plan on wearing flats (comfort, people! I like to dance!). I have also learned that I have no desire to wear a sparkly bling-filled wedding dress, and despite living in NYC, I will not be shopping at Kleinfelds. Why go somewhere I can't afford?!

In the end, I know it will be a beautiful day, filled with the people we love. And that is most important. Not the centerpieces, not what color the chair sashes are, and not what shoes Fiance is wearing. And this is why I think we've managed to not fight or stress too much so far. The day is important, yes. But the marriage that follows is a million times more important. 

Also, I cannot stress enough how much I HATE when people say "You're the bride! It's YOUR day!"

That is crap. If it were just my day, then I wouldn't need the groom to be there. People, it is OUR day. Fiance may not care about the little details of planning, but he is fully aware of them, and voices his opinion on stuff. It would never be happening if it weren't for both of us. OUR DAY. Just because I'm going to look superfly in my fancypants long dress, doesn't mean in any way that the attention should only be on me. Besides, you haven't SEEN Fiance all dressed up. Dude looks awesome in a suit.

Jumping On The Vaccine Argument Train

I quite honestly don't truly understand the anti-vaccine "movement." I put movement in quotes because for one, it's the dumbest thing I can think of right now, and secondly, it's a very loud minority, not a large group speeding through the right side of history, standing for equal rights or anything.

It's a decent size group of idiots who refuse to believe any and all of the scientific data proving that vaccines have no link to autism, and continuously citing a now-debunked study done by a "scientist" who lost his license for fabricating the data in that specific study, making that link.

The hardest part is that when you talk to anti-vaxxers (what a stupid name), no amount of education, cited sources, or relevant information you show them, they will steadfastly refuse to change their minds or in any way open up to the idea that they may be wrong.

I'd put money on the fact that most of these anti-vaxxers are they themselves vaccinated, so I'm not sure why or how they came to the conclusion that it's better not to.

This is not going to be a long rant.

Vaccinate your children.

There are so many parents out there who say to women and couples that don't want or plan on having kids that they are selfish for not "contributing to the future generation." You know what's selfish? Exposing your kids and countless others that they come in contact with to infectious and serious diseases that had basically been eradicated, because you think you know better than the entire scientific community, based on some random article you "read online somewhere."

Vaccinate your damn children so that someday, when and if I decide to bring kids into this eff-ed up world, they can safely go about their lives NOT being exposed to measles, mumps, polio, and any other random disease you feel like your kid should be allowed to get.


VACCINATE YOUR KIDS, PEOPLE! Science is being continually expanded upon, our knowledge changing and growing over time. Even religious scientists agree that you should vaccinate. Don't be an idiot and stop risking your kids' health instead of listening to your doctor.

Nice to Meet You, I'm Engaged.

This weekend, Boyfriend became Fiancee! I am excited and happy and nervous about planning a wedding, but the overlying feeling is an extreme sense of rightness. This was not a snap or impulsive decision after dating someone briefly. This is a considered, conscious choice to continue spending my life with the person I love. 

We have been dating 4 years, living together over two and a half years, and can talk about anything. This person knows all of my flaws, quirks, obsessions, and issues, and still wants to be with me for the foreseeable future. I know all of his stuff, too. And you know what? Every single day, I get to wake up to his cranky morning face and give him a kiss.

I didn't dream about weddings as a kid. I wasn't planning Barbie weddings or Cabbage Patch engagement parties or dreaming about princess dresses and tuxedos. I loved treeclimbing, fort-building, baseball in the cul-de-sac, rollerblading (I should not have been allowed to rollerblade. That was poor decision-making skills, parents. How many times did I get hurt because I couldn't stop properly??), swimming, and pestering my older brother to take me with him wherever he went, or to make me macaroni and cheese for every meal. I liked reading with my mom, playing my GameBoy on road trips, and I had big dreams about becoming a famous lawyer-slash-singer. 

I was not obsessed with weddings back then, and I'm not obsessed with weddings now, either. Planning our wedding will probably be somewhat stressful, and I'm sure we won't agree on every little thing, but we'll make it through. And I can only hope that the stress of planning a wedding brings us closer together, reveling in the ridiculous that is traditional weddings. 

But in the end, it's not the wedding that matters, but the marriage that follows. I already know I want to spend my life with him. Now it's just making it official and me getting a fancypants new name. 

Seriously though. Immediately after he asked and I said yes, we hugged and kissed and it was amazing and just the two of us and exactly what we wanted....I kind of squealed and half-yelled "I CAN'T WAIT TO TELL EVERYONE!" 

My mom could not be more excited about this, nor could his parents or our siblings and friends. Thank you, to everyone we love, for being so wonderful and supportive, and happy for us. Your support is so awesome and I can't wait to dance the night away with you in celebration in a year or so. :)

So we went ring shopping this weekend, which was very cool. I get to pick out my ring! It was harder than I thought it would be. I thought I would see something and know immediately that that was my ring, but it wasn't like that at all. I knew going in that I wanted a large sapphire instead of a big diamond, and all of the traditional engagement settings just weren't what I wanted. Some of them seemed devoid of personality when it was just diamonds on top of diamonds surrounded by diamonds on a diamond band. So I finally found an embellished split band with a large center sapphire that I fell in love with. It is interesting and different, and I can't wait to be wearing it every day. An outward symbol of our choice to stick out life together!

2015 is really starting off strong! Engaged, and in 2 weeks is our actual 4th anniversary, and 2 weeks later, we're adopting a kitty, and having a new furry little friend to love. Damn, this is a great year already! 

Happy New Year!

Hello, 2015, nice to meet you! I am having trouble remembering to write 2015 on checks and dates and stuff, but otherwise, you seem pretty rad so far! And Boyfriend and I are adopting a kitten next month!!

Happy new year to one and all! I love holidays and beginnings, though not so much ends of things. I love opening a whole new year, to discover what’s waiting for me on the other side. I enjoy looking back at the past year and being appreciative of what I’ve had or done or experienced.

Now, I’m not going to drag you through a rundown of 2014, I promise! I’ll just hit the highlights really quickly.

In 2014, Boyfriend and I went to New Zealand for 2 weeks with my brother and sister-in-law, to visit my dad. We spent an amazing 2 weeks just driving around the north island and stopping wherever we wanted, and staying in these cool little campgrounds, and taking pictures. Also, I saw Hobbit holes, which was really, really rad.

In 2014, I saw my nephew turn 4, one niece turn 7, and the other niece turn 1. I saw my best friend (who lives in Florida) an unprecedented 6 times this year! With us living so far apart, that is actually a banner year for us!

In 2014, I got to spend a fourth year with Boyfriend, and we decided not to move out of our current apartment, a decision we regretted almost immediately! We love the apartment itself, but the building is so old and the floors and ceilings are so thin, it is super annoying!! We shall move this summer.

And now, instead of the long, involved, probably boring-for-you recap of what a great year I had, and the adventures I went on, and the things I hope for this year, please enjoy these pictures that I’ve collected that make me laugh.

FAT GIRAFFE!!!!!!!

Happy New Year!!!!!

Passions & Hobbies

Things that I am passionate about:

-Writing songs and singing anything.

-Writing in general (including blogging, poems, and in my journal).

-Spreading the message about Confidence and how it affects every part of your life.

-Reading. Reading ALL THE BOOKS.

-My Kindle (If you’re reading this, Kindle, I love you more than cheese, I swear).

-Cheese.

-Cooking & baking (but only when I am in the mood to cook or bake).

-Fluffy fat baby animals (also, fat babies in general).

-Science. Reading and learning about science and new discoveries.

-My family and friends.

And there is certainly more! But I find myself in the position of wanting a hobby. I tried book clubs for awhile, and while I really enjoyed the gatherings, inevitably something would come up and I’d be unable to attend two or three times in a row, and then I felt all weird and self-conscious going back after a long absence, and I ended up just abandoning the book club all together. I learned how to knit, proceeded to knit my mother a six-foot-long scarf, and then couldn't for the life of me figure out how to knit anything else, and eventually kind of gave up.

Reading IS something I personally consider a hobby, though. I read a lot, and I thoroughly enjoy the time spent with books. I read approximately one book every day. I read on the train, when I’m walking to and from the train, when I’m jogging on the elliptical machine at the gym, and randomly throughout the days. I never understand people who think reading is silly or stupid. How can escaping into a story of another person or another world or a big adventure, or learning interesting new subjects, or about the lives of famous people or historical figure possibly be boring?! I love reading, and will always continue to read, but this is about finding a new hobby and integrating it into my life.

Oh, Kindle, you mechanical ball of love, joy, and books. I love you so very much. I shall never leave you! We will be together FOREVER. Kindle + Jyssica = TRUE LOVE.

I’m a terrible artist! I want to be able to draw or paint the things in my head, but I just can’t seem to get what’s in my head on the paper! I can mimic other things, though. I’ve freehand drawn a number of comics, like Dilbert, Far Side, and Calvin & Hobbes, just looking at the original and recreating them. But while I suppose I could always embark on a fun and thrilling career of cartoon forgery, I am really not the fugitive type, so I think I’ll refrain. Maybe I could take an art class?

I love to cook and bake and experiment with new foods and recipes and just wing it with no recipes and a dream, and try it out for dinner. Boyfriend and I cook together at home, and I find it fun and interesting. He likes to be in charge of cooking the meat, and he’s all BAM like Emerill on the spices. It’s really nice! I’d LOVE to take a cooking class, actually. But all I’ve found here are little 2 or 3 hour classes on a specific thing, like pasta making (rad!), when what I want is a one night a week class for a month or two!

How I feel when I cook: Fancy as hell.

I love my singing and songwriting, and I’m really not bad at either. I sang competitively in middle and high school and even won some awards. I also won a couple for poetry contests. But neither of these things are really something I could make a living with, or are what I consider a “hobby” in terms of taking time every week and really focusing and learning more and being engaged with it. I sing all the time, and I write when inspiration strikes.

I’m crafty and I love to make things and DIY stuff, but can this actually be a hobby? I’m not scouring pinterest for ideas or spending my weekends making random crafts as gifts or party favors. What would I do with random things that I crafted if it wasn’t something I needed? Example: Made a framed chalkboard for my apartment, but I don’t need to craft an endless supply of them. I made a cool shadowbox for Boyfriend’s and my collection of foreign money, but I only need the one. Unless I was able to give them away as gifts, what could I do with a crafty ability?

I’m at this age of upper 20's, in a stable relationship, with some but not TOO much time on my hands. So, I want a hobby. Boyfriend has video games and building these really cool e-cigarette contraptions of wonder and mechanics, some of my friends have kids, which is certainly more time-consuming than a hobby, and I just want something I can be interested in and learn about and work on, but not a full-time-job's worth of time needed to invest.

Any suggestions, world?

I leave you with this picture of the greatest food in the world.

IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL. *sniff!*

How Do You Feel When Your Face Is Naked?

I recently read this article on Buzzfeed about a girl who went makeup-free for a week and the things she learned from it. First of all, she was super uncomfortable with her own face when she wasn't wearing makeup, and had a bit of a self-conscious meltdown, followed by the eventual acceptance of her face and the epiphany that she doesn't NEED makeup all the time.

This kind of article offends me a little bit. Not in the way that I’m throwing things around or resentful towards the author of the article. Just in the way that as a woman, she felt that she had to wear makeup every single day in order to be accepted, and it took a fairly abrupt and severe experiment to cure her of that way of thinking. I’m offended FOR the author.

What does that kind of thinking mean for girls like me? I don’t wear makeup. Not to work, not at home, and only occasionally for a nice date or family event. And even then, it’s just mascara and eyeliner, and then I feel FANCY AS HELL. I’m all like “Look at me, I’m so fancy! I have bits of chemicals and stuff on my eyes!” And yes, when I do wear it, I feel like I look good.

BUT I DON’T FEEL ANY BETTER OR WORSE ABOUT MYSELF OR MY APPEARANCE WHEN NOT WEARING ANY.

This is a very important point. I am not a hideous troll, nor am I in any way a supermodel. I am an average, very-pale female. I keep myself relatively groomed, I get my eyebrows waxed and my hair trimmed. These things I do for me. I have bushy eyebrows and I like the way I look when I am groomed. But I feel no inclination to cover my face in makeup, or spend a ton of money on expensive makeup or beauty products. I do what feels good for me.

Not me. At least not once I shower!

WHOA DEFINITELY NOT ME.

In the end, I like my face, makeup or no. I am comfortable with the way I look. Do I occasionally get self conscious about my looks or my body or my super-thin hair? Of course. Do I compare myself to airbrushed perfection in magazines or on tv? NOPE.

People, PLEASE don’t compare your physical looks with anyone else. You are you and there is nothing you can do about it. Be comfortable with yourself, or change yourself in whatever ways make you feel good. But don’t compare yourself to others. What’s the point in looking at someone else and categorizing all the things you don’t like about yourself or that you wished were different? It only serves to make you feel bad about yourself.

Trust me, there are enough things in this world that will try to make you feel bad without adding yourself to that list. You should be your own biggest cheerleader, your own staunchest supporter of who you are. People may try to bring you down, but only you can control the way you feel about yourself.

If wearing makeup makes YOU feel good, then by all means, go for it. I’m not saying that no one should wear it. I’m saying that we shouldn’t be wearing it because of the world telling us we should. Listen, the makeup companies just want to sell their product. Magazines and tv commercials are the best way to do it. Telling you you need it is a good way to do it. It has nothing to do with YOU, it is about them. Do what feels good for yourself, not something an article may you feel bad for not doing.

Should I feel about myself because I don’t wear any makeup to work? Would you? A better question: Would you feel badly about yourself for not wearing any (you rebel!), or for what you think other people will think? How would it make you feel if other people didn’t even notice? Would it make you feel worse if they did notice?

Maybe these are the types of questions we should really be answering. Thoughts, anyone?