The Return of the Hoopla-Chiatto

It’s summer yet again which means work. As some people may recall, I work in a seasonal hotel’s gift shop and espresso bar. All the awesome people should remember the creation of the Hoopla-Chiatto.

In case you’re wondering what a Hoopla-Chiatto is, it is a triple-shot latte with almond, hazelnut, vanilla, caramel, and Irish cream syrup in it. It’s delicious and the sugar alone will keep you going for hours.

Now, sadly, the Hoopla-Chiatto will not actually be making a triumphant re-entry into the world of tourism.  We have switched to Starbucks ( >:( ) and I no longer have either almond or Irish Cream syrup to use.

I know, this news is devastating. But do not fret! There is hope to come for I am determined to create something almost as splendid. It might even be a frappucino. There are endless possibilities.

Chin up, dear readers. One day the Hoopla-Chiatto will enter back into society as a socially acceptable drink . However, the world just isn’t ready for it yet.

In the mean time I’ll making macchiato’s (which are no different than cappuccinos) and drinking sludge ( espresso + coffee)

Have a fantastic day everyone!

Congratulations! You’re Baby is a Pansexual Gender-queer girl! Unless She Changes Her Mind…

I’ve had people try to tell me that there’s this whole spectrum of sexes. No longer are there men and women. There are a myriad of different combinations for the Lesbian Gay Bi Trans Queer Pan Asexual (I’m pretty sure there’s more) community.

Nope.

There’s men. There’s women. There are occasional hermaphrodites, which are a different topic altogether. But outside of men and women are confused people searching for an identity, trying to be shocking, or genuinely lost.

In the Bible God said He made man and he made woman in His image. He did not say anything else about any other sexes. They don’t exist. Whatever “science” has been done to prove there’s this vast expanse of different sexes is obviously not very good. All you have to do is look at anatomy and you can tell fairly easily if someone is male or female.

When you’re pregnant and you find out the gender of your baby, does the doctor say “Congratulations. You’re having a being that is neither male nor female, we actually have no clue what it is but I’m sure it fits somewhere in this super cool spectrum we have created once it decides for itself what it is.”

No. The doctor tells you it’s either a boy or a girl. And that’s that.

I don’t even know what to think about this spectrum thing. What do you call these interlopers floating in the space between male and female who apparently get to pick, consciously, that’s what they are. Who cares about biology and cold hard facts. It’s all about feelings now. Bunch of hippies….

I’m all for being yourself personality wise, but if I were to all of sudden decide I was a boy, it would literally be unnatural. My reproductive system is all inside my body. I have boobs. I’m a girl. It’s obvious. It’s the way God made me.

The Bible tells us  (I believe it’s in Psalms) that we are all formed perfectly in the womb. Exactly how God means us to be. If He means someone to be a man, that person is a man. If He means someone to be a woman, she’s a woman. These people don’t get to grow up and decide they’re something different.

We’re raising a generation of confused little kids. In their world it is normal to decide you are biologically something else. It’s all over the media. It’s everywhere. There’s no escaping the sin that has engulfed us. There is no black and white anymore. Only grey.

What gets me most is that Christians go along with it. Someone wants to change who God made them to be? Awesome. Let’s ignore the entire Bible, all of what our faith and belief is founded upon, and support them in their sin. Encourage the sin! We don’t care that we know they’ll go to Hell unless they find God. As long as they’re happy on earth right? Forget about eternity. It’s all about now. It’s all about their feelings.

That’s not loving. By accepting their sin now you are condemning them. Quit being so afraid of hurting feelings and go help people.

Just to head off a few arguments: Yes, I brought up hermaphrodites. I acknowledge that they exist. That is a biological issue. Anything else is psychological.

If you try telling me  “You don’t know what’s going on in their biology.” well you don’t either and I’m a little confident that in the past fifteen or so years suddenly peoples actual biology is NOT changing while they are walking around.

In short: There isn’t a spectrum. There are men. There are women. That’s God’s final word.

Worldviews. Sometimes You Can’t Change Them.

Everyone has a worldview. Everyone’s is different. It changes their perspective on things. There are very many people who see the world through an atheistic view or the view of a different religion. As Christians, we know that this is wrong.

Sometimes you have to accept that some people will not change their minds, no matter how many arguments you counter with the Bible and your own personal faith.

Does that mean you stop trying? No.

Jesus did not give up and stay silent when the Pharisees refused to listen to Him. It’s our job to keep speaking. Christianity is dying out in the chaos of an atheistic, gender-queer, racist world. We need a resurgence of strong Christians. That will not happen if you are scared into remaining silent.

People will get offended. They’ll attack. So what? Aren’t you offended at what is being said? Why don’t you get a voice?

And what about that one person, the silent eyes that read what you have to say and are changed for the better? What about the one person who meets Jesus because of your conviction? They make it all worth it.

I’m so proud of some of my friends for being so vocal about what is right. I love it. It makes me happy. It gives me hope.

Speak up, Christians. We are not dead yet.

I Can Speak Gibberish. Can You?

You know what bugs me about some churches? When they teach that speaking in tongues is a necessary part of salvation. Or that it comes to everyone when you’re saved.

Which isn’t true.

Seriously, have they read the Bible…?

First off is 1 Corinthians 12: 1-11. There it clearly states that different people are given different spiritual gifts. There is no one gift that is automatic if you get saved.

And then 1 Corinthians 14, where Paul is saying that he would LIKE for everyone to speak in tongues, but that won’t happen. Also, that someone must interpret what is being said, so that it means something.

Speaking in tongues is inspired by God and always serves a purpose. There has to be an interpreter, so that everyone may know what is being said. If there isn’t an interpreter, whatever mumbo-jumbo is spewing from your mouth probably ain’t from God.

Paul also says it is the least desirable of the gifts.

What gets me is that, with those kinds of churches, people only speak in tongues on Sunday. In church. With other people around them speaking tongues. And no one translating. I think it’s an emotional thing or something. Church hype. I don’t know. I just know that it has never ever happened in my conservative church and lots of those people are definitely Christian, and are definitely saved.

I realize that there are some people who really do speak in tongues, or who really do prophesy or whatever, but it’s just not as common, or necessary, as some churches would have you believe.

I’m saved. I can’t speak in tongues. Does that mean I’m not a Christian? Of course not.

If you can actually speak in tongues, good on ya. But I’m just wary because there seems to be a lot of people faking it.

Read your Bibles, guys. Have a great one!

Would You Kill Your Child?

“My baby is going to be born with (insert birth defect or illness here), so what’s the point? It will never live a normal life. Might as well put it out of it’s misery now.”

This is my least favorite argument for abortion.

Seriously.

What the heck?

I know this couple whose baby was born with some chronic illness. They did not abort her. If you asked them, I’m sure the thought never crossed their mind.

There’s this kid at work who has this super rare disease, like 40 people have it worldwide. He could develop cancer when he gets older. No one knows how to cure it. It’s dangerous. This kid is one of the sweetest kids at work and makes my day that much better. If his mom had known about this disease, do you think she should’ve aborted him? Of course not! He’s a wonderful kid and she adores him.

There’s a boy with Down syndrome at work. He may be difficult, but do you think his mom regrets the decision to let him live? Of course not.

That’s the thing. Life may not be easy all the time, but all these kids deserve to live. And they are. They do things like taekwan-do, dance, they go on vacations with their families, they go camping. They are wonderful little people.

That’s why that argument for abortion makes me so mad. I know quite a few kids with birth defects or illness and they are fantastic kids. You can’t tell me that’s a good reason to kill them off.

There’s my two cents on the matter.

Moving On

I have one more month before I graduate.

One month before I turn 18.

My friends are graduating and leaving.

All sorts of things are changing.

Change isn’t always bad.Sometimes it seems like a little much. But things have to change eventually. So let’s embrace it.

One of the hardest parts of graduating is everyone else graduating. And leaving. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I’m staying in Alaska. Golden Boy is here. It’s hard watching your friends go though.

My best friend of 13 years is moving 5,000 miles away to go to school. I try to be excited for her. It must be nerve-wracking to think about. Somewhere new, new people, school. Crazy. I don’t want her to leave. But at the same time I’m excited that she gets to do something entirely new.

Another of my friends graduated early and is moving away at the beginning of May. And if ever I had a girlfriend to do girly things with, it’s her. She’s the one I go shopping with, watch chick flicks and horror movies, dare her to go talk to the cute guy, dress up just to go to Blockbuster, all that stuff. After she leaves, I won’t have that around anymore.

But she’s excited to leave. It’s a real adventure. She can’t wait. So even though I’m sad about this too, I’m happy for her and her excitement.

And then there’s me. I’m working this summer again. The Hoopla- Chiatto is returning. (If you have no clue what a Hoopla-Chiatto is, you obviously need to be educated here. ) I’m really excited about it, and excited to find a full or part time job this fall  to work while Princess is out of season. I’m looking forward to putting away money.

Lots of change is coming up. But I’m oddly peaceful about it. I know that God is directing things where they ought to go. Everything is going to turn out alright. Here’s to a new chapter, guys. Cheers.

Ninja Ballerina Makeup Tips

I apologize to my male readers who care absolutely nothing about makeup. I won’t do this often. I’ll be posting about more relevant stuff to you soon. :-)

I love makeup. I love trying new color combos and blending different neutrals together. It’s fun.

So I cringe a little inside when I see makeup disasters,as I’m sure many girls do. So here’s a few things I’ve learned the world of makeup:

1. You do not want to look like a clown.

Don’t pair colorful eye-shadow (blue, green, bright pink) with any sort of lipstick except very pale, neutral tones. You’ll end up looking like a clown or the Queen of Hearts from that one Alice in Wonderland movie no one talks about.

red clown

Instead, if you want to go with a daring lip color, stick to neutral, light eye-shadows, like brown, silver, bronze, and gold. And if you’re looking for a bright eye-shadow, tone down the lipstick. A gloss would probably work better.

2. If you have a pale complexion, stay away from red-orange lipstick entirely. It’s not very flattering to a light skin-tone. Women with darker skin can usually pull it off ok, but spend some time looking in the mirror if you grab a red-orange lipstick.

3. Mascara. You can actually use too much. Some of this is personal preference. Like, I don’t really like putting mascara on my bottom lashes. It makes me look like a mime. I’m not the only one out there. Also, you don’t want to use so much that your lashes clump together a lot. It looks trashy and super teenage-white-girl-at-starbucks-posting-to-instagram.

4. Liquid black eyeliner. Again, there is definitely such a thing as too much. Careful about lining your bottom eyelid because a lot of women just look tired when they do that, though there are plenty who can pull it off.

cat eye

You don’t want to look like a raccoon when you put on your eyeliner. A simple, skinny cat-eye works wonders and goes well with almost any outfit. A more dramatic cat-eye is ok for late night dates or performing or something, just be careful.

5. The “natural” look is very nice. Just all neutrals, simple.

6. Bronzer. Use it sparingly. Your face should not be 8 shades darker than your arms.

7. Find a good blush. Again, clown warning. Go to your makeup store and ask for help. They’ll be happy to help, I’m sure. It’s their job.

I hope I’ve helped somebody out there. My biggest thing is the clown makeup. Drives me insane. Obviously there are some exceptions to the “rules” I’ve made. Some pale girl can pull off orange lipstick. Some girls get away with blue eye-shadow and red lipstick. Just not many…

By the way, if you have a Merle Norman in your area, try it out. I love their makeup and I recommend it to everyone.

Keep it real, guys.

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