Monday, October 19, 2015

Friday, October 16, 2015

My So NOT Facebook Life

Dear Facebook community, you are pissing me off.

Staying in touch with my friends and family is setting a pretty high bar for the life worth living. And compared to y'all, mine isn’t worth much.

On FB, lives seem to routinely consist of homemade sushi platters, sunny vacations in the Bahamas, and crossing a marathon finish line. Meahwhile, here I am binging on Doritos, driving 8 hours up the drought stricken I5, and slogging through my 5 mile runs.

In the FB world, new moms never wipe up shit during sleep deprived meltdowns; they have blissful babies pictured giggling in contentment with the family dog.

Bickering couples don't exist in this world of anniversary dates with "soul mates" and breakups are as easy and clean as changing the relationship status on your profile page.

Boring Saturday nights spent home alone have transformed into magical "me time" with plenty of crafty projects and DIY home improvements on showcase. My last home home improvement project involved a toilet plunger and a can of Lysol.

Recently, I started volunteering at the local Foodbank. I'm happy to spend some time supporting a great community program but let's get real, the work itself is mundane, boring, and as you know if you've ever spent two hours bent over a bin sorting rotting pears for eventual pig slop, somewhat painful. But my FB post? It will read as follows...

Yay! AWESOME morning spent with my new friends at the foodbank! What a spiritual lift to get in there and get my hands dirty while helping to clean out hunger from my community!! Thank you Foodbank of SB for feeding my soul!!!

If you read between the lines, it just says FuYA.


--Heather

The Revolution Will NOT Be Televised

Years ago I was laying on the couch and got sucked into one of those cable TV show marathons. I sat through like six episodes of MTV's The Real World New Orleans in a ROW. Bleary eyed I suddenly realized I was just watching people LIVING. I couldn't think of anything more pathetic.

Everytime I think I have seen it all and can't be shocked anymore, something stupid like this pops up.

Fucking. Shoot. Me. Now.
--Beth

Monday, October 12, 2015

So You Think Your Kid's Bedroom is the Ritz Carlton? FUYA!

Air bnb is getting a lot of attention lately with talk of users not paying appropriate taxes or undermining the hotel industry but I have a different gripe... What was once a place for inexpensive traveling options that could also offer you the opportunity to live "like a local" is now creating a population of home owners who think their child's bedroom is the Ritz Carlton. Granted, I live in a hot tourist destination (Santa Barbara, CA) where hotels are expensive but seriously, what are these people thinking?!?

For an upcoming visit from my father and stepmom, my quaint one bedroom apartment would be space challenged for the three of us, so I turned to air bnb in the hopes of finding a larger place we could all stay for the weekend. Frustrated that the closest offer under $200 was more than 30 miles from the actual town in which I live, I withdrew my specification for an entire dwelling and found these gems:
  • Your own room in a house share in which the couple actually living in the house slept on the living room couch
  • A "cute" room in house share with a picture of bunk beds and children's toys all over the floor
  • A "whole house" that consisted of an RV parked in the driveway:
And my favorite, for $49 a night, a backyard camping deck. Yep, someone's outside deck on which you could set up your own tent. It over looked the house pool -- which you couldn't use -- so I guess you pay for a waterfront view. These were the affordable rentals (all under $75) but there were many, many rooms in houses for $100 and up. And an additional cleaning fee. The local Motel 6, although not the most luxury of stays, was available for $99 a night this same weekend... a room you don't share with strangers, clean towels each day, a pool, and maid service included.

--Heather, guest blogger and special FUYA correspondent


This got me thinking about air bnb in general and how there must be shit like this posted in every city... came across a couple good links!

Worst Air bnb ever! 22 beds in one room. BYO sheets and 30 day minimum stay

Air bnb host comes home to an orgy in his house!

--Beth