"Bad" Words.

Swear words, cuss words, profanity... You know what I'm talking about here.
I've been wondering these past few days why certain words are considered "bad". Who's to say that 500 years ago it was wrong to use words like f*** or s***?? What makes them wrong to say other than what we've been taught? Or slang words?? It's a clusterf***.

Why is it that when it comes to racial terms, any other ethnicity can call white people "crackers" or anything like that without problem, but when white people call others of another ethnicity any sort of slang it's called "racism"? Why can't I use the word "nigga" without being called a racist?

All these words are just that: Words. Any word can be a bad word depending on the context of which it is used, but if it's not being used in a degrading way why is it so horrible to say?

Let's start with the worst of 'em all: F***.
It can be used as a verb and an adjective. For example "I F***ing love that!" In the ''verb" sense, I'm sure you already know how it's used.  How is the word considered swearing when it's used as an expression of feeling? Sure, I can see how "I'll kick your F***ing ass" would constitute as offensive, but even so, it's just a word used to describe somebody's ass.

How about the word S***. I don't even know why we can't say that, and yet we can say poop. It's the same thing! If somebody says "I'm having a S***ty day", is that so wrong? In this sense, again, it's just self expression, explaining the kind of day they're having.

Other words?
Ass. This is the one that gets me the most. WHY CAN'T I SAY ASS??? I don't even want to get into why this one's so "bad".
Bitch: a female dog. But I realize its most common use is towards women in a degrading way. So ya got me there (but this also goes back to the slang dilemma I mentioned previously).
Now, words like "C***", "H**", "Wh***", "Sl**", etc, are all degrading words, yes, but where in the world do these words come from??

To me, words are words. I admit that every "swear word" under the sky tends to slip out of my mouth, probably more than they should, but it's my mouth they're coming out of and I don't see why people should look down on me for it, especially when I NEVER use these words unless I'm in privacy.

I'd like to meet whoever it was that said "This word is bad, and so is this one, and this one, oh and this one, too" just to ask who died and made him/her King/Queen of the dictionary.

Share your thoughts.

3 Reasons Why you Should Tip your Delivery Driver

I am a delivery driver at Jimmy John's and yesterday I was delivering in wind. I mean STRONG wind. Like 50 mph gusts, and constant high-speed winds. I lost my hat a couple of times and even thought I was gonna be blown over a couple of times.

I made $8 in tips yesterday. Out of all of my deliveries I got 3 tips.

Before I ever thought about being a delivery driver I always tipped great. If I order pizza or Jimmy John's or go out somewhere, I usually tip $3-$5 (also depending on the total.. etc). I'm trying to wrap my head around how people can be so tight with their money (in REALLY nice neighborhoods, even) when I don't have a lot of money to throw around but I always make sure that I leave a nice tip, and if I don't have enough for a tip I'll forget about it or go to the shop and get it. You know, maybe we're delivery drivers because we could use a little extra money, maybe we have student loans we need to pay??

Anyway. Here is my list of reasons for tipping your delivery driver.

1. The Weather

If the weather is shitty and you're terrible enough to have somebody go out and deliver to you in it, you should probably tip a little better than you normally would. On Tuesday it was storming and rainy all day, and I made $30 in 3 hours, but back to yesterday, somehow the wind is better than rain?? Pft. I love the rain. It can rain all it wants. If I order food in sub-zero temperatures, I always make sure they get a good enough tip to not be mad at me, hah.

2. Delivery Time/Distance

So you want to order something for lunch and have it delivered? Let's say you're ordering Jimmy John's, it's about 12:15 PM and you're located as far away as possible from the store. Do you really expect me to be there in 10 minutes?

• It's the lunch hour! We are typically very busy and sometimes there's a wait on getting orders out depending on how many drivers there are and when they get back from the delivery they're on.
• Again, it's the lunch hour! Do you REALIZE what the traffic is like? Especially when the hour starts and is almost over.
• So, you live right on the edge of delivery range, and then you complain when we "didn't get there fast enough". I mean, yeah, we're freaky fast, but I'm not going to get a speeding ticket so you can pig out on Jimmy John's 'X' minutes sooner (I know how delicious it is, but c'mon).

3. Common Sense/Putting yourself in their Shoes

I'm sure that some people don't realize that you usually tip your delivery driver (or even your hair dresser), and that's sad. What's the difference between a waiter/waitress and a delivery driver? We both bring you your food. A little obvious, don't ya think? Also, by putting yourself in their shoes, you would realize that gas isn't cheap, it sucks delivering in shitty weather, and everybody deserves a little love (especially when you're an awesome Jimmy John's driver.)

So, the next time you order out, don't be an asshole. Make somebody's day :)

Tattoos, Piercings, and the Workplace (and/or School).

You guessed it. I'm gonna talk about why tattoos and piercings shouldn't be discriminated against in the workplace. And I'm not biased because I have both.

At my job (Jimmy John's delivery) I can't have a tattoo showing. Now, out of all jobs, you wouldn't think Jimmy John's would be that way. I don't understand what the big deal is. It's the 21st century!!! Tattoos are even allowed in schools now! C'mon! School - 1, Work - 0.

I can understand how piercings can be distracting, but why would it be pegged as "unsanitary"? Do they think that we touch them and we take them out or spit them into the food, and then we put it back in? Do they think that somehow an eyebrow ring will fall out, or somebody sneezes a nosering into the food (why in the world are you sneezing within that much distance of the food..)? I think that wearing a small stud should be just fine in a workplace because it wouldn't be so big and distracting. That applies for schools, too (we shouldn't get in trouble for wearing a clear, plastic retainer that you can only see when the light hits it a certain way.)

Some people are so ridiculous.

My Top 3 Favorite (Old) Nickelodeon Cartoons.

Everybody knows that cartoons are definitely not what they used to be (and I'm sure that people older than I am said the same thing about the cartoons from my generation). I seriously cannot wrap my head around some of the stupid shit they call cartoons these days. Like "Yo Gabba Gabba"... wtf is that anyway? "The Backyardigans"?? Oh, the poor children of the 2000's. What happened to the cartoons that the parents could slightly enjoy while their offspring are hogging the television? Most of all, WHAT HAPPENED TO FACE?!?! (if you don't know what I'm talking about, it sucks to be you.) This list is of my personal favorite Nickelodeon cartoons that aren't ridiculous.

1. Rugrats
Yup. Everyone loves Rugrats. I could never get enough of Tommy, Chucky, Phil, and Lil. Oh, don't forget Angelica, that spiteful little brat. Now, don't confuse my love for Rugrats with "Rugrats: All Grown Up". That was a stupid spin-off, seriously. There's just something about the animation from the '90's that totally rocks, which the spin-offs are missing.

What I loved about Rugrats was that it encouraged young, impressionable children to use their imaginations. Kids today rely on television and internet way too much for entertainment. Honestly, how many kids can you think of that seriously want to play outside instead of watch TV or go online, or even make up a game to play? Rugrats also conveyed good morals in each episode.

All in all, Rugrats was the shit. :)

2. Rocko's Modern Life
I love Rocko simply because he's a wallaby. And his dog is awesome.
But, in all seriousness, now that I'm old enough to understand, I love the innuendo. It's hilarious to think that I watched it growing up and now my brain is warped. Maybe the creators knew that they were subliminally corrupting kids, but I don't really care. Between Rocko, Spunky, Heffer, and Filbert there was never a dull moment.

3. CatDog

CatDog was probably one of the ONLY cartoons (besides spongebob) that my dad watched with us. Actually, he still sings the theme song. If that doesn't tell you how awesome CatDog was, I don't know what will. This duo of a wise, old, grumpy cat and a hyper, neurotic dog, is by far the best pair of characters in any cartoon. No matter how much Cat hates Dog, Cat still loves Dog. The love-hate relationship kind of portrays the relationship between siblings. They fight a lot but they still love each other. Not to mention how CatDog opens your mind to cross-breeding between cats and dogs. Now that's what I call "i-maaaaaaa-gin-aaaaaa-tion".

Cats. (The Actual Animal, Not the Musical.)

Well. Here it is; The long awaited blog on, you guessed it, CATS!

Who DOESN'T love cats?? They're quirky, cute and cuddly, fluffy, sometimes fat, and fun.
Seriously, if you don't love cats there's something wrong with you. They say that cats are evil and dogs are angels... but that's so WRONG! Just because they're not annoying like dogs doesn't mean they're evil. Cat's are independent so they don't need your constant attention. Besides... how many dogs can you find as far as internet memes go compared to cats?? Very few because, you know, dogs aren't as awesome as cats. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate dogs, I just don't like them as much as I like cats. I guess you could say that one day that crazy cat lady everyone talks about will be me.

I've had a cat ever since I was conceived. My first cat was a Siamese cat named Max. I was born with apnea and was on lots of monitors for a while, and from what I'm told he used to sit on the edge of my crib and watch me while I slept. A lot of people say that you shouldn't have cats around babies; I think that's a load of crap, unless your cat is stupid and mean. Anyway, Max was my first best friend, I loved him more than anything (and still do) and I even named his tail, Wormis... When he died, on December 9, 2002 (yeah, I remember), I went to school wearing all black clothes (my parents wouldn't let me stay home even though I was hysterical because I was the one to find him). He lived 14 years.

Then there was snowball. She was an asshole but awesome at the same time. She was the mafia leader of the neighborhood and beat a lot of asses (without her front claws, even). My dad used to talk and sing to her and she would reply every time. She wasn't one of those cats who liked to cuddle a lot or be petted, but every once in a while she would lay in bed with you or cuddle with you on the couch. Everything was on her own terms. When she died, February 9, 2008 (I remember that, too, 6 years and 3 months after Max..) I, once again, was the one to find her. FML. She lived 16 years.

The last segment of my personal cat stories is about Manny (Dingo). He was the first cat that was actually mine (I paid for the adoption and took care of him... for the most part). Dingo always wanted outside and I didn't want him to be an outside cat, even though we lived out of town at that time. My dad started letting him outside, and you know how that goes. After Matt and I moved from my parents' house I didn't want to take him with because we lived off of a busy street in town. About three weeks later (March 6, 2011) he got run over, and my dad found him in the ditch across the street. I wore his collar as a bracelet for a long time, but now it hangs from the rearview mirror in my car. He was about 4 years old.

I now have Gracie. I know I said that Dingo was the last of my personal stories, but I lied... Gracie is one of the most beautiful cats I have ever seen, even though she's a real fat ass. I've had her for about 9 months now and I love her, despite her attitude lol. Gracie is about 4 years old now.

I don't really know what else to say about cats, except for some fun facts I guess.

• Cats' brains act in the same way, emotionally, as a human's.
• The cat's tail is used to maintain balance.
• Cats have the largest eyes of any mammal.
• Ailurphile is the word cat lovers are officially called.
• Purring doesn't always mean a cat is happy. Loud or heavy purring can indicate distress or pain.
• In the UK and the US, cats are kept as pets more than dogs are. At least 35% of households with cats have 2 or more.
• On average a cat will sleep 16 hours a day.
• A cat's sense of smell is 14 times that of a human. In addition to being able to smell with their nose, they also have sensory glands located on the roof of their mouth. So when you see a cat leave it's mouth slightly open after smelling something it's because they're catching a better whiff of a scent that they enjoy.
• Cats have glands in their cheeks and paws that secrete pheromones, so when they knead or rub their faces on you they are marking their territory.

Now, go watch this video so you can be happy today:
http://www.slothster.com/2352-Cat-On-Boat-Plays-With-Dolphins.html

Living with Chronic Migraines.

Living with migraines isn't awesome, but it's not the worst possible ailment to live with, either.

I'm not fishing for sympathy here, I'm just trying to open peoples' eyes to how bad it actually is (and that it's not fake).

When I was really young, starting around 1st or 2nd grade, I can remember having headaches so bad that I couldn't open my eyes. I remember crying so hard because it hurt so bad, even though crying only made it worse. Having migraines that young didn't throw up a red flag, I guess.

It wasn't until I was in 7th grade, (age 12/13) that the migraines started getting really bad. I went for 2 months straight with a headache, so my parents did the obvious: took me to my doctor. The doctor I was seeing at the time had been my doctor since I was conceived. I saw him once or twice in regards to my migraines, and he told my mom that "they're all in her head." Please withhold your laughter, maybe it's not his fault that he's stupid.

Anyway. After that, I obviously started seeing a new doctor (one who is much younger and cares about her patients). It's been 6 years now that we've been working towards finding out what's causing my migraines, and it's still a mystery. I've had x-rays, MRIs, CT Scans... you name it, I've had it done, and everything always came back clean.

I'm sure you can imagine how frustrating it is. Some days I wish I could cut my head off and go buy a new one. The worst part is that there's nothing you can do but pop pills for it, but even then, the more drugs you take the chances of your migraine going away become slim. Who knew pain medication can cause a migraine? The typical dosage for migraine medications is "up to twice a week", due to the possibility of becoming "immune" to the drug. That kind of sucks if you experience more than 2 migraines a week, like I do.

It's hard to live like this, and I'm willing to bet it's just as hard on my husband to go through this with me. He has to listen to me complain about my head hurting all the time, he listens to me say how I wish I were dead rather than having to suffer like this, and he sees me bang my head on things for any bit of relief I can find. No matter how bad I get (and I get pretty bad, and mean) he sticks with me through all of it.

I wouldn't go as far as saying that migraines have ruined my life, because I'm still alive, but I'm sure my life would be the complete opposite of what it is now if I didn't suffer from migraines. I struggled to graduate from high school because of them (I also missed the graduation ceremony because of a migraine). The last job I had was in 2010, where I was fired due to my attendance because of my migraines. I rarely leave home because I have a migraine. I've also missed a family Thanksgiving due to a migraine. I have even attempted suicide because of a migraine.

It is a daily struggle that I have to deal with, and after all this time I'm still trying to figure out how to cope with this, rather than to suffer with this. One thing that has helped me cope quite a bit is talking to people who have migraines, too, because it helps me to know that I'm not alone. There's comfort in knowing that there are people who, literally, share your pain, I guess.

Migraines are a serious matter, they can even be deadly. If you have a migraine more than twice a month, go see your doctor, don't let them get so bad that you can't function anymore.

View this link for more information:

http://www.headaches.org/education/Headache_Topic_Sheets/Migraine

Lack of Motivation.

That's what I'm suffering from lately.
No motivation. Except for yesterday. I cleaned everything.
But I just don't feel like doing anything.
I don't feel like socializing or answering my phone.

So, I'm sorry about not blogging for an eternity.
I think I need a swift kick in the ass to get going, kind of like the way we beat up electronics to get them to work.

Why I Sport a Pot Leaf on my Car.

Yes, that's right, I drive a car with pot leaves on it.

Now, stop right there. I can hear you judging me from here.

"Oh, that girl's a stoner." "She obviously sells weed." etc.

Shame on you.

There is no reason that I should be required to "explain myself" or "prove otherwise" either.
But let's get one thing clear.
I am not a drug dealer. Never have been, never will be.

I have these stickers on my car because I do believe that marijuana should be legalized. Even if it's only medical marijuana. There is no reason why it shouldn't be legal. Oh, wait, we were all brainwashed when we were children, huh. Well, pull your heads out of your asses. What they taught you in that DARE program about marijuana was a whole load of LIES.

Cannabis is not harmful! It doesn't kill brain cells. It doesn't make (all) people lazy, in fact some people use marijuana just to be able to function throughout the day. Medicinal weed is very beneficial, in my opinion. I know lots of people and have heard lots of testimonies about how the use of cannabis effects them and their every day lives. None of these people are bad people, in fact they're probably in your church, representing your state in Washington, they are probably even police men and women. Have you heard any stories about somebody who has smoked marijuana and then proceeded to commit a violent crime? Do you hear about people drinking alcohol and getting into bar fights? People drinking and driving? Yeah. Do you see the difference now? WHY SHOULD ALCOHOL BE LEGAL WHEN IT CAUSES PEOPLE TO BE STUPID AND VIOLENT? It makes no sense to me at all.

I also feel that if marijuana were legalized, there could be laws put into place about a legal age. That would be a GREAT thing, because it's really not that hard for children to get their hands on it. If a drug dealer wants to make money, they don't care how old their customer is. If you have the money, they'll sell it to you. I think that the legal age should be 18, like cigarettes, because when you're 18 you're out of school, and I do believe that mixing weed and school is stupid.

This isn't all about marijuana though. It's also about industrial hemp. Do you know how many things can be produced out of hemp?? And yet it's illegal, even though YOU CANNOT GET HIGH OFF OF HEMP.
The economy of the United States is terrible. And politicians are turning their heads from all of the peoples' efforts of trying to make it better. Take the Occupy movement for example. Do you know how much police brutality went on during that? Oh yeah, you probably don't, because the media didn't want you to know about that. I thought that our government was "For the people, by the people". What a load of shit.
Anyway. If industrial hemp were legal, this country could be making more money, creating their own goods, (because you know Americans... "I'M ONLY GONNA BUY AMERICAN MADE PRODUCTS EVEN THOUGH EVERYTHING COMES FROM CHINA".) and making a profit. You see where I'm going with this?

All I'm trying to say is don't let people TELL you what is good and what is bad. You need to research and LEARN for YOURSELF. And don't let CNN tell you either.
Also, don't judge people, you're NOT God.
You would not believe the looks I get when I'm driving. I'd like to slap those looks off of those peoples' faces. Maybe I should put a sticker under the pot leaf that says "DON'T JUDGE ME, ASSHOLE."

:)

Here are some links to check out... EDUCATE YOURSELF:
http://www.perkel.com/politics/issues/pot.htm

"Marijuana Myths                                                                                                       

Myth #1: Marijuana causes brain damage  FALSE                                                                  
Myth #2: Marijuana is a “gateway” drug that leads to hard drugs  FALSE                            
Myth #3: No one has ever died from an overdose on Marijuana   TRUE                                
Myth #4: Marijuana is more dangerous than tobacco  FALSE                                              
Myth #5: Legalizing marijuana would cause carnage on the highways  FALSE          
Myth #6: Marijuana impairs short-term memory   TRUE (true, but not in a permanent, or bad way)                                                
Myth #7: There are over a thousand chemicals in marijuana smoke TRUE (but misleading)                      
Myth #8: Marijuana is highly addictive  FALSE                                                        
Myth #9: Marijuana causes crime and aggression   FALSE                                                      
Myth #10: Marijuana is very bad for your health     FALSE"

Read more about these myths here:: http://www.joint-rolling-guide.com/marijuana-myths-and-facts.html

Walmart.

Walmart. Low prices? Sometimes. Happy customers? Sometimes. Annoying people walking around being annoying? 80% of the time. Easy to find what you're looking for? Not really.

It seems like every time I go to Walmart everybody and their grandmother's dog is there. I would go shopping there after 10 PM if there weren't so many stupid youth and creepers there in the night.

What's so special about Walmart anyway?? Their prices really aren't that low compared to other places (except for Hy-Vee... Outrageous!!!). Oh, and did I mention how hard it is to find somebody working on the floor after 7 PM?

It's also impossible to find peanuts.

Story time:

So, I was going to make some awesome Peanut and Pretzel Crusted Chicken (recipe from Rachael Ray, found here) and obviously I had to buy the ingredients because I'm not some sort of witch who can throw some children into a cauldron and magically have some chicken in 5 minutes... Anyway. I go to Walmart to shop because it's the closest store to me and I'm lazy and don't like traffic because nobody knows how to drive like I do. Back to the topic. I walk into Walmart and the old guy at the door ignores me, which defeats the purpose of the job title "Door Greeter", doesn't it? I easily find the eggs, fresh thyme, and EVOO. I found the pretzels ok, it just wasn't as easy of a task as one would hope. Now here comes the insanity of Walmart: WHERE ARE THE DAMN PEANUTS IN THIS PLACE??? Seriously, you would think they would be down the aisle with the chips, or maybe the aisle that stated "SNACKS ARE HERE". But no. You know where I found them? In the alcohol aisle. Yeah. Who in the world would suspect the peanuts of being in this aisle? Not I, obviously.

Here's another story.

Two nights ago I was going to make homemade macaroni and cheese. But I couldn't find the cheese. Velveeta isn't where the cold cheese is. It's in an aisle that doesn't say "OH HERE'S SOME CHEESE FOR YA". It's next to the pasta. The very first aisle I went to. But then again... I wasn't wearing my glasses.

One last story.

About two weeks ago this little girl comes up to me (she's about 3 years old), pushing a cart that's much taller than she is, and says "I can't find my daddy." I panicked, of course. But I couldn't figure out how somebody could be so STUPID as to lose their 3 year old child in WALMART, a store full of creepers. I took her to customer service, and she asked me to push the cart for her because her poor little child arms hurt. :( So I pushed her car, and along we went. When her father came to claim her, I received no recognition whatsoever. WTF? Is that what I get for saving your poor little child from a possible pedophile walking around Walmart, trying to scope out your daughter? Worst father of the year.

Needless to say, Walmart is awesome, they have everything, but God I hate going there.

Also, I hate everybody who goes to Walmart at the same time as me. Except for you, because you're reading my blog.

Why I Hate Doing Dishes.

I think doing dishes is one of the worst chores. I hate getting my hands wet. And having to take off my jewelry. Not to mention how it dries my hands out. Sure, the dishwasher makes the task easier, if the damn thing would do the job right.
It's so time consuming. Especially when nobody RINSES THEIR DISHES AFTER THEY'RE DONE. How hard is it to rinse your friggin' bowl after you eat something messy, involving some sort of sauce that will harden and stick to the bowl? And if you think that rinsing your bowl out is filling it with hot water and leaving it, YOU'RE AN IDIOT. That's where those funky smells are coming from, dumb ass.
I really hate those funky smells. My sense of smell has gone crazy since I quit smoking, so the odds of me throwing up after smelling these nasty smells have gone through the roof.

We had homemade macaroni and cheese last night, and lemme tell ya, what a pain in the ass that is to clean up after. The cheese is typically really thick, so that makes it difficult to clean that. And of course, this morning I found the bowls sitting in the sink with water in them. Just take a second to imagine how that smelled. Yuck.

Basically, it sucks being a "housewife" who does all of the cleaning. Especially the dishes.

Who am I? Why am I Here?

What a stupid question.
Who am I? Well. I am Lucy, that's what my parents named me.
Why am I here? Uhhh... When a mommy and daddy love each other very much... You know.

Okay. I'll get serious.
I'm Lucy Lewin. I am 19 years old, I'll be 20 in March. I have been married to my husband, Matt, for a little over 4 months now. We don't have any kids, just a cat, Gracie. I graduated from Grand Island Senior High in 2011. Dropped out of The Art Institute of Pittsburgh Online Division because I don't have millions of dollars to pay for my attendance there.

I am here (talking about this blog) because I have nothing better to do. Yeah, yeah, everyone else is blogging these days, but I'm not doing this to "conform". I'm doing this because I have never had a public blog... just a blog that I used as a diary, lol.

I'm going to blog about a bunch of things. Stupid things, serious things, life. EVERYTHING.


So, I welcome you into my brain. Enjoy the ride.
Stay tuned...