THAT would Be My Dream Job! I Just realized that Today. I Love to Sing and I Love to tell stories and I Love to perform! When I tell the boys the classic stories (Cinderella, Little Red Robin Hood) I always end up incorporating a song from Sonheim's Into The Woods. (Yes, I am a dorky parent) They Love It! And I do Too!!!
I think it would be a Blast!
hmmm.....wonder how'd I get started.......???
i don't have a choice. my days of feeling responsible for everyone and everything that they do is over. they have to be. i don't want to get to the point where i look at everyone as being out to take advantage of me. i hate that i am one of the most trusting people, and society and situations are causing me to be untrue to myself. i hate that for years i thought of someone as more than just a girlfriend but closer than any blood sister i have. i hate that the whole time she knew my love for her was so real that it would be so easy for her to take advantage of me. i hate that she actually used it to her advantage. what i hate even more; after knowing her true intentions, i cannot bring myself to hate her. i don't know how to come to terms with the fact that i still love her as much as i love any of my sisters . i still consider her children my nieces and nephews and she has been such a constant in my life for so long, i'm unsure how to change that over night. my mind tells me that i'm better off with her out of my life. everyday my heart wonders if her and the children are okay.
what i love about this situation: now i know. i know that some people are in my life for a reason. some people are in my life for a season. i guess now it's time for me to prepare for the next season. i love that my heart hasn't hardened because of her actions. i so love that even though it hurts like hell, i still wake up every morning. i love that i am still able to communicate with my nieces and nephews. i love that i'm not running around speaking ill of her to everyone that she knows. i love that this is definately a life experience that is going to make me stronger; and somewhere down the road in my life, having gone through this situation is going to keep my eyes open and prevent it from happening again. i love that i can maintain my faith and believe that this, all of this, the hurt, the feeling of betrayal, and the wondering if i somehow caused it, too shall pass.
]]>don't get me wrong. there is no one age that i would want to be more than once. i love the opportunities to experience life that comes with age....but i don't understand why everyone is in such awe of the age 30. i am still as sexy as i was when i was 29 (and i'm almost 32).
o.k. so maybe i'm not as wild as i used to be. i've outgrown a lot of that.
maybe i can't always stay up as late as i used to. what is there to do in the middle of the night other than get into trouble?
considering there were times i went to bed skeptical about how good the odds were that i would wake up the next day, the fact that i made it to 30 alive, kicking, and in a half ass right frame of mind, to me, deserves to be celebrated.
why is it because i'm over 30 that every compliment i receive ends in 'to be 31'? while i'm outside playing with my daughters and jumping double dutch the man next door asks me if those are my children. i say yes. he says you don't look old enough to have children that old (they are only 8 and 9) and i say thank you. he then asks me how old i am. not that it's any of his business but i tell him. the next thing out of his mouth is that i'm in good shape to be that old. THAT OLD!!!!????? are you SERIOUS? so i ask him how old he is. noooo, he didn't say 20, he didn't say 25, not even 29. he had the audasity, the nerve, the gall mind you to tell me that he was 43. '43???' i ask him. maybe i can't always claim to be the most level-headed person i know, but to me this situation called for me to take offense. i ask him if you are more than a decade older than me how could the words 'to be that old' fix themselves to cross your lips when you are speaking to me. he tells me that he didn't mean i was old age wise; get this, just too old to be playing double dutch with my daughters. i must say how proud of myself i am that i was able to recognize ignorance in it's rarest form and i kept my mouth shut. it must have been his lucky day because honey, let me tell you that aside from age, being over 30 has given me the skills to give a tounge lashing like you've never heard (well that came with age and years of hearing my mother perfect it).
because i didn't answer him when he said he meant i was to old to jump rope, he must have gotten offended. he then walks away from me back towards wherever it was he came from. i turn to continue the game of rope i was so engrossed in before i was rudely interupted when i over hear him sharing the conversation we had with his friends. he goes on to say that i need to stop running around like i'm a little kid and that i need to act my age. i am proud to say that the fact that i didn't give him a taste of my neck rolling, one hand on my hip and the other all up in his face, every other word out of my mouth beginning with a f, mf, or b (which unbeknownst to him i still remember from my 'younger days' and am very much capable of pulling off, and pulling off sucessfully might i add) said more about me acting my age than any game i may have been playing. besides he would have to be a mother to understand if my babies wanted to play duck-duck-goose i would have locked that street down and been tapping 2,3,4,and 5 year old on their heads and running around in circles.
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From the dating scene:
A guy runs up to me on an extremely blustery morning last week and says "hey can I have your coat?" I laugh and keep my pace down Jefferson towards my job. He keeps up and says "that's my new pick up line. did it work?"
"Real cute" I say and he extends his hand and says I'm [blah blah blah] what's your name?" So the dude is confident and I tell him my name and he tells me where he works, what he does (building engineer) and the walk to the corner ends with me taking his number and giving him my word that I will call him ('cuz he doesn't do all that textin' stuff).
I'd completely forgotten about him until Sunday and while I'm scrolling through my notes on my phone, I see his name and number. I decide to call just because I said I would and everybody's always saying I need to be more open and blah blah blah...
So he remembers me when I call and of course, didn't think I'd call (guys always say that) and the get to know you session gets underway. Nice guy, no kids but thinks it cool I have two boys. Stable, simple, very uncomplicated. But, 10 years my elder (41) which puts him in the same decade as my Mom (48)....which creeped me out. Plus he seemed to have very little vices if any....which means that 1. He'll make me look like a heathen and 2. Too much of your unoccupied time will be spent right next to me. Could be good for me though and so I tell him what my schedule's like, that lunch and/or happy hours work best to meet up and he says he'll call me.
I'm secretly hoping he doesn't and not so secretly kicking myself for not blocking my number. However, I'm always preaching to my own girlfriends that you have to date as much as possible to get the numbers up and increase your odds. And so when he called today to meet up for lunch, I said "sure."
We agree to meet at the market in Presidential Towers for soup but when we get there, the soup nazi is shutting down the whole soup station and he says "let's go somewhere else." Now, the market has a huge variety of stuff, aside from regular groceries, there's a huge salad bar and a hot counter with chicken, pasta, etc. But since he wants to leave and go somewhere else I say "sure". I'd mentioned on the phone that my sushi joint was also in the building. There's also a sandwich/coffee cafe and a thai restaurant.
Guess where he takes me?
Guess.
(see blog title)
Yes, to the McDonald's.
It gets worse.
As we approach the counter, I ask him what he's getting. He says a Big Mac. I say that I'll have a filet o' fish and he decides to order The Same. Counterlady asks for our order, he tells her "Two filet o' fish"
CL: Just the sandwich
Guy: Yes....and water.
Me: umm....I'll have the value meal
And since I'm spending So Much more than this guy, I pull out (my last) five dollars and hand it to him and say "this will cover my meal" because obviously he's poorer than a churchmouse right? Man, this fool took my $5, and put it in His Wallet and paid for the whole thing with one of many $20 bills in his wallet. All the while gushing that he's found a "team player" and "independent woman" and I'm thinking "hell naw he did Not just take my money for a lunch He invited Me to!
Over lunch (where he ate Half of My Fries) he exposed every insecurity, flaw, and psychotic tendency that he didn't have the forethought and/or medication to suppress...
Run Forest! Ruuuuunnnnnnn!!!!
Hip Hip Hooray for caller id and the 'Ignore' button.
Loathe - delays in communication, trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents, unhealthy relationships, egg salad sandwiches, nosy neighbors, gray hairs (already), disrepectful behavior, humidity
Love - falling in love with myself more every day, bbq's, grilled salmon, being sexy, the Italian Chaffeur I met at the airport (kiss kiss), that when one door closes another one opens, all the men in my life helping me raise my boys, patron tequila
Last year, I blogged about the Cocaine energy drink being sold in stores. Well folks, they ain't got nothin on controversy when it comes to I Love Blow, an energy-drink powder packaged in coke-like vials, that comes with a freebie mirror and fake credit card to mimic the process of snorting cocaine.
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Honestly, I am in shock over the sudden death of NBC newsman, Tim Russert.
I was driving home from an appointment and was praying for him as I heard the news on AM radio here in Washington, DC.
I cannot even cry because I am in shock.
I never met him but his reporting always influenced me to be humble, sincere and to the point.
Lord bless his family and friends..