Sunday, July 26, 2009

Who She Is!


She is a girl who has made many mistakes and many bad choices, but learned valuable lessons from them, and she is determined to never make the same mistakes twice. She has forgiven herself and others, but doesn't allow herself to forget. She questions everything, verbally and sometimes only in thought, not because she is defiant, but because it helps her survive, in knowing, she can protect herself if need be. She is independent, not because she wants to be, but because she has to be. She doesn't know how to be any other way. She is kind hearted, passionate and compassionate. She is faithful, loyal but trusts only to an extent. She is smarter than people think and more observant than one would believe. She has loved unconditionally once, but doesn't know if she could ever do it again, but hopes she will. She is tender hearted and has been accused of wearing it on her sleeve. She came from a broken home, and a life filled with chaos, as such she needs to have structure and rules in her life, she needs to know whats expected of her, and where the lines are drawn, it makes her feel safe, but she knows sometimes she has taken it to the extreme. She works hard, and she believes in a good work ethic. She values family and friends, and believes that she has been blessed with the best of friends to make up for the lack of family and she cherishes those friendships even more because of it. She is optimistic, and tries not to complain, life could be worse, she knows this, because she has lived it. She has a sense of humor, and feels laughter is true medicine for the soul. She is curious, but never for selfish reason, she is interested and cares. She gets her feelings hurt, too easily she thinks, but doesn't like to show it, it frustrates her to be so sensitive. She is emotional, and feels hurt for those that hurt. She cries easily, too easily. She is impatient, and believes its one of her biggest weaknesses. She is argumentative and likes to have the last word. She is a mom first and foremost, and sometimes she forgets she is more than that. She sacrafices part of her life for her children, but doesn't see it as a sacrifice, they are first in her heart and mind. She wishes she had a better relationship with her mother, and she longs for the approval and acceptance of her mother even at this age, and is hurt that she doesn't have it, but she knows she can't change it and makes sure her children never feel the same way. She is a little girl at heart, loves the simple things in life and prefers the gift of someones time more so than something they could ever buy for her. She is sentimental, and keeps silly things to remind her of the memories. She doesn't take risks, she normally plays it this side of safe. She is ridiculous and random, and says things that don't always make sense, but she can laugh at herself. She is girly and loves to be feminine. She can get dirty if need be, and can feel sexy in a pair of jeans as much as in a low cut dress. She loves Tiffany's little blue boxes and white bows, and a hand made card on any day more than one bought. She expects very little from people, so she can be surprised when they come through and not so disappointed when they don't.

She is all these things and more.... She is a simple girl made up of complex things.

Oogles Of Googles


I can honestly say that up until a few months ago, I had never googled anyone. I hadn't thought of the concept until someone said they had googled me. hmmmm... what does one find out about someone else when they google them. Curious by nature, I had to know.

So when I set out on my search I had no idea what information I might find, I will say I was surprised by what I happened upon, the intranet is an interesting thing, because at the push of a button you can find out just about anything on a wide variety of subjects or people. You can search by name, by email, by screen name, topics, phrases, words, it is ridiculous. You can get articles, images, past history, addresses, phone numbers, people related, anything right there in the comfort of your own home.

Now I think it is important to mention here, that I am not some stalker girl, using information gained for some random acts of craziness. I have always had a bit of information at my fingertips, but what one chooses to do with that information says something about them I think. What did I do with my new found information? Nothing, absolutely nothing. Not everyone has a hidden agenda, not everyone seeks to destroy.

So with patience I waited for the source to reveal the information personally. Although I think it is easy to secretly search for answers, I believe whole heartedly if you want to know something, you should go directly to the source, you see, information can be enlightening, it can teach you things, it can be powerful, but it can also be confusing. And when you go to the source, it's alot easier to keep from getting it all mixed up.

Now you might say that answering one question only brings more questions, but at the end of the day is it really so wrong to want to learn more about the ones you care about? I don't think so, but that's just my opinion, yours may be different.

I came, I searched, I saw..... I will seek no more. I like my information a whole lot more when it is delivered personally via a funny story, a moment of tell me something I don't know, during conversation, or just while listening. Much more meaningful that way... at least I think so.


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Friday, July 17, 2009

drunk texting should be illegal.


So here I am still awake, why? because my phone keeps going off, I thought at first it was just a random face book update, but then when it didn't stop I figured I'd better make sure it wasn't an emergency. Nope... just a drunk texter... ugh! There is something incredibly irritating about drunk texts, first of all, the texts rarely make sense, words are misspelled, takes 3 texts to send 5 words, but most of all the person really thinks you want to know what they have to tell you. In this case that couldn't be farther from the truth. I have no desire to know that you still think about me, that you wish things could be different, that you know you made the wrong decision, that you are sorry. I've heard it all before, many times, at many different hours, by text, by email, by song lyrics, the message is always the same, and my answer is always the same... that was a long time ago, and I am much better off now. I send a quick text in response that simply says " are you sure you wouldn't rather be texting her instead?" It usually does the trick. Not tonight, tonight he has much to say about alot of things, I don't answer, as I do not want to encourage the texts, and eventually I just turn my phone off. Alcohol induced discoveries about the past are never a good thing. So what do I do with that? What do I say anymore? I understand where the feelings are coming from, I felt them once so many years ago, but I do not feel that way anymore. The decision to leave although not mine was the best decision for everyone involved. Why can't the past just stay in the past? and why must the past pick up a phone and try to have a one sided alcohol induced conversation?

Monday, June 29, 2009

change is inevitable

So he says he notices a change, aware that a transformation of some sort has taken place. I wont deny that there has been a bit of a change lately, but I don't think it is the change he describes. At some point the nervousness must be replaced with some confidence, or a sense of being comfortable when with him. I think that is where the change has occurred.
I am still amazed by what he does to me, what I feel when I am with him, and still completely amazed that he wants to spend his time with me. That hasn't changed at all. What has been added is a true appreciation for how he makes me feel when we are together. The 2 have now been combined, because before I was just in awe of what my body was capable of when with him, now within that amazement is an appreciation for creating that awe.
But with more time spent together I have become a little bit more comfortable, a little bit more at ease. Not a whole lot more, but enough to get noticed I guess.

Monday, May 4, 2009

A Beautiful Book, A Complicated Story

I came across an interesting book sometime ago.. I found it while I was just finishing another book, but there was something different about this book something that immediately piqued my interest.

The cover was beautiful, the pages of the book were like no other I had ever seen, they were in good condition, yet you could tell they had seen a lifetime of living, a little used, a little worn, a little rough around the edges. A few of the pages appeared to be torn out, but that didn't matter to me, just looking at the book, I could tell it had soul and it's story would be like no other I had ever experienced.

As I began to delve into this book, I became more and more enthralled with it. I was mesmerized by the words, and as I moved from page to page, I began to appreciate the book and its story even more.

But this wasn't an easy book to read, sometimes the words were complicated and confusing. The more I tried to get the story, the more frustrated I became.

Then life did what it always does and it became busy. Maybe the book had lost it's hold on me, or maybe I lost my hold on it, but for whatever reason, the book was set aside. And even though it was out of site, something about the story it held had captivated me.

I wondered if I would ever really know the story, ever understand it completely. I wondered if I would ever pick the book up again, to hold it in my hands, feel its pages at my finger tips. I believed the book was a good one, one that had meaning.

Time passed and the book stayed in my mind, it's complicated story bringing questions I had no answers to. I never could quite get that book out of my thoughts, but what was it about it, what about that book had stayed with me? What made that book so much more than any other book I had ever read?

And then one day out of the blue, the book somehow found it's way back into my hands. This time it was different for me, this time I would truly understand it's meaning, be determined to know it's story.

As I looked at the book, and my eyes scanned the pages, I really began to see it differently. To feel the words, and the meaning behind them. I kept telling myself this story was unique, this story was going to have the sort of effect on my life that even if I never read the story again, I would forever be changed by it.

I spent as much time with this book as I could, learning as I went from page to page. Sometimes the story was sad, and my heart ached, other times it filled me with so much laughter, tears would stream down my face, but regardless, it stayed with me, near in my mind, even when I wasn't reading it.

The more I read, the more questions I had. Questions about it's beginning, the torn pages from the book. I sought out the answers but little information could be found. I continued to read, and slowly but surely I found a few answers, hidden in paragraphs, revealed in pages. I learned if I quietly waited, the story would unfold and open up to me, the words would become clear.

As I wandered from page to page, I never quite knew what to expect, what the story may or may not reveal to me. I was sometimes impatient, wanting more than the story was willing to share. I wanted to skip ahead pages and other times I wanted to go back and re read pages. I tried to figure out why this particular story had such a hold on me. How this story could find itself at the center of my thoughts, distracting me from my everyday life.

As time went on I realized that as much as I tried to understand the story, I couldn't. It wasn't because I was not capable of understanding, or that I didn't want to, it was a little more complicated than that. At least it appeared that way to me. One can only understand something when presented with the opportunity to do so. I believed I would never really get the chance to understand this book, to know it's real story. I wasn't sure how I felt about that.

You see, one can only understand something if given the opportunity to do so. I didn’t think that this particular book was ever going to reveal enough of itself for me to ever understand it completely. The missing pages would always be missing, and it would be a part of the story that I would always wonder about.

Regardless it didn’t stop me from wanting to spend my time reading it, I liked the book and enjoyed its words, I liked the way I felt whenever I was able to spend time lost within whatever piece of the story I was reading.

I wasn’t sure how long I would have the book, I only knew that someday it would move on to another reader, I wanted to believe that the book would someday find its way into the hands of someone that it would trust and be able to open up to and reveal itself, I knew in my heart that the book would not chose me.

Although a bit sad at the thought of the book no longer being a part of my life, I couldn’t help but be thankful that the book had found its way into my hands. I learned many things about myself, things that changed the way I viewed life. I learned to think less and live more, to know the limits, but not be afraid to go beyond them, for when you do there is a world filled with excitement and fulfillment beyond anything you can imagine.


Monday, March 16, 2009

a song that reminds him of us

Blue Jeans And A Rosary lyrics

All my life I've been searchin'
All my life I've been uncertain
I been abandoned and left alone
At fifteen I had to leave home
The black sheep, the bad seed

At a roadside bar in Tennessee
I met an angel to rescue me
She rescued me
She wore blue jeans and a rosary
Believed in God and believed in me
All her friends think she's a little crazy
She wears a smile, heart on her sleeve
Don't give a damn what the world thinks of me
She tells me it's all good
She's happy with a bad seed
Happy to be misunderstood

Two packs and a pint a day
To hide the shame
And wash away the pain
Aww the pain
Every road was a dead-end street
Runnin' from the law
And runnin' on empty
You couldn't shake the marks that were left on me

At a roadside bar in Tennessee
I met an angel to rescue me
She rescued me

She wore blue jeans and a rosary
Believed in God and believed in me
All her friends think she's a little crazy
She wears a smile, heart on her sleeve
Don't give a damn what the world thinks of me
She tells me it's all good
She's happy with a bad seed
Happy to be misunderstood

[Repeat]

Misunderstood
Misunderstood

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS



Urban Dictionary defines FWB in many ways, I found the definitions to be both funny and enlightening.
Here are 2 definitions that I found to be particularly interesting. Now of course when I look at these definitions, I cant help but compare it to my "friendship" with 007. Especially in light of the recent cat sack incident. sooooo....



A healthy, fun sexual relationship between two people......
Until one falls for the other, The friendship blows to
pieces. And those two people find themselves worse off than
they were before.



Two friends who have a sexual relationship without being emotionally involved. Typically two good friends who have casual sex without a monogamous relationship or any kind of commitment


hmmmm.... what's wrong with that? Doesn't sound like a bad thing now does it? 2 friends not emotionally involved having a good time together, what could be wrong with that? well one would think there would be nothing wrong with that as long as both parties are able to keep the "friendship" casual and commitment free. but what if one is not able to do that? what if one of the 2 is unable to stay emotionally uninvolved... what if one of the 2 develops feelings beyond just FWB's?
Do you then jump to the first definition in that the friendship will now blow to pieces? Are you worse off then before? Is the friendship doomed to failure? Maybe! Can a casual relationship survive, if one person has moved past just being casual? What if there was the ability to keep those feelings in check, that she was able to contain those feelings, keep them to herself..(and I am saying she here because I believe in most FWB situations, it is the woman that will, in my opinion
be the one to fall for the man) so back to what I was saying... if she is able to control her feelings, able to keep them to herself, is she shortchanging herself? Is she settling for less than she is worth?
What if She is ok with it, what does that say about her? Does it mean she values herself less? or is that she doesn't really know what she wants at this moment, and she's exploring a different path than what has been the norm for her? is there anything wrong with being unsure of what you want? I dont think so, but what if what you are unsure about is exactly what you want? Am I even making any sense today? (Do I ever really make sense to anyone but me? probably not.. ) So, at what point does she make a decision to share those feelings? Does she throw it out there and hope the feelings are returned? Does she eventually just move on once she has decided what she wants in her life? Seems like an easy decision you would think right, but now she is emotionally involved which means, well as long as he is ok with the situation, she will most likely stay. So where does that leave me with 007, it leaves me right where I was a few weeks ago.... see heartbreak blog below.

Friday, February 27, 2009

If I could say the words I would say.....

comfortable
casual
safe
shivers
desire
uninhibited
heartfelt
thoughts
fantasies
soft
passionate
falling
unsure
curious
intimate
heavenly
afraid
loving
belonging
attracted
sharing
forever

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Life is good, so when does it all fall apart?

I can't believe that I don't have one single thing in life to complain about, I mean it. NOTHING! Everything in my life seems to be going just perfect. I keep waiting for it to fall apart. My family is healthy and happy, my job is going GREAT! No complaints in the dating life, (next blog about that) so i just keep looking behind me, thinking its all going to come from behind me and knock me on my behind.
I guess I should just enjoy it, live it and love it! Who knows how long it will last.

Monday, February 9, 2009

just something to think about

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.


gilda radner

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Headed For a Heartbreak


Have you ever walked into something knowing that the outcome wasn't going to be a good one? Looked at a situation and said hmmmm.... this isn't going to end well! That's how I feel right now. I have been spending more time with a certain someone, not only more time, but having more conversations, letting him into my thoughts, and unfortunately feeling things for him I don't quite understand. If you knew him, you would understand why it's so difficult NOT to fall for him. He's perfect, and I don't mean perfect without flaws, I mean just perfect in the sense that he knows how to treat a woman, and not just any woman, but me, he listens to what your needs are and then he makes every effort to meet them, and not in an obvious way, not like he's trying to hard, it just comes natural to him to make me feel amazing. We spent the night together Friday, and being next to him all night is so comforting, I miss that, the intimacy you have with someone in the middle of the night, you know all those things, foot over theirs, holding hands, snuggled up. I could barely sleep, I just wanted to enjoy it, to enjoy him lying there next to me, and it wasn't that I was just lost in the intimacy, I was getting lost in him. And getting lost in someone is a scary place to be. Of course the oh my goodnessing is always amazing, the way he touches me, the way my body responds to him and his touch, the way he kisses me. The conversation is always good, and the laughter, inside jokes are still my favorite thing about him. But prior to all that we were out dancing on Friday night, and we we're dancing to a slow song, and I looked up at him, looked in his eyes, he slowly kissed me and I knew in that one moment that he would inevitably and unintentionally shatter my heart one day.

Is that his fault, no.. not at all. I could walk away, I could try to keep my feelings in check, keep from feelings things for him neither of us wants. but I won't do any of those, I will just enjoy every minute I spend with him, I will keep the things I feel for him as hidden as I can, and I will know that some day, one day when he is gone from my life, and my heart is aching, that he was worth the price of admission.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Here You Come Again

Here you come again
Just when I've begun
To get myself together
You waltz right in the door
Just like you've done before
And wrap my heart
'Round your little finger
Here you come again
Just when I'm about
To make it work without you

You look into my eyes
And light those dreamy eyes
And pretty soon I'm wonderin'
How I came to doubt you
All you gotta do
Is smile that smile
And there go all my defenses
Just leave it up to you
And in a little while
You're messin' up my mind
And fillin' up my senses

Here you come again
Lookin' better than a body
Has a right to
And shakin' me up so
That all I really know
Is here you come again

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Damn the Eager Beaver!


Ok, so I know I said I would never ever go on a date without meeting someone first, and I really thought I would try and stick to that, but ugh! I didn't and well again..it bit me in the ..well you know. SOOOOOOOOOOO to make a long story a little shorter, Mr. Eager Beaver contacted me on myspace, now I don't normally respond to men that I don't know, but this guy was seriously cute, I mean seriously cute! and he was a friend of a friend, I figured he was safe. He had many pics on there, now again...I should have remembered what it had been like meeting Forest, but somehow I blocked that out with the rest of that horrible date...so we exchanged a few messages back and forth, and he sent me his number, I thought, what the heck I have nothing to lose, (except of course my dignity) but anyway...

So I called him, what a great voice, and sooo freakin funny, I hadn't laughed that much with a guy since hanging out with 007, sooo there goes the late night chats, the all day text messages, he calls me Princess, cute before, annoying now. He tells me he is sure I haven't had that much fun in forever...apparently he wasn't with me the last time I was with 007.

After a few conversations we decided to meet, now mind you I am not going to meet at a public place, learned that lesson, although it would have been kind of funny to go back to Starbucks and have John be the guy taking my order....
In the midst of conversations he tells me he feels a connection...ummmm yeah thats AT and T sir! or maybe it's verizon... can you feel me now??

What the hell? a connection... anyway then he goes on about fate and destiny... I was waiting for him to mention Beyonce and the trio would have been complete, but alas he stuck to those two... anyhow..lets get serious, who feels destiny, fate and a real connection without having met, how can you be attracted to someone you have never met, I'm sure you are thinking people do it all he time...well not this people...

anyway, we finally decide to meet, he tells me I have to pass a "test" holy bat crap, are we in high school??? well this particular test was a "kissing" test, yes I'm freking serious... I said ummmm...I think you better be planning to ask permission first before you go smooching these lips. Well he didn't he swooped in before I could run the other way and lip locked me and the kiss was horrible, now I don't think I am the greatest kisser in the world, Ive never kissed myself or had anyone tell me I'm the worst, so I guess id be ok...but please sir, can you never do that again.

and on top of it all, AGAIN he looks nothing like his pics, what the hell?? Can everyone just go out and get some new pictures taken.... or maybe as my dear friend "Rose" (name changed to protect the innocent..hehe) he just photographs well... thats a freaking understatement...

oh and did I mention that he LIVES for myspace...yes my friends, he told me I had been slacking on the job because someone had bought him, oh and that I hadn't moved him to my top 10, oh I'm sorry I'm not in high school, and my top 10 is reserved for important people in my life.

Sooooo now he says that we have to be open to where this could be going, he feels something special and I just need to be open to the possibilities... yeah, ummmm there are no possibilities except maybe a friendship..... and no that is not friends with benefits!!! So keep your lips to yourself....

He calls me honey and sweety and sugerplum....BLAGHHH!!!

ok, so enough bitching about the eager to jump into a relationship and post it on myspace beaver......

I guess I'm in a bitter man mood.... :)

Sunday, November 9, 2008

A Thought To Ponder....

Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous.

Carrie... Sex and The City

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Dating Forrest Gump


So I went on this date the other night with Forrest Gump, How we met isn't important, but let's just say a few pics were exchanged, now I will be honest, I absolutely hate having my picture taken, but all the pics I do have are up to date and current, so with that being said...I received a few from Forrest and thought, ok not bad, but when we met at the agreed meeting place, he wasn't at all the person in the pics, or the person i had spoke to on the phone, I am not at all the type of person who thinks looks are more important than personality but even the guy working the counter commented that this was not going to be a fun date! (thanks coffee guy)
He brought me a bouquet of flowers, i know some of you will say that this was sweet, and maybe it would have been, if we hadn't been at a coffee shop, and it had been a single flower, not a bouquet of flowers, wrapped in the bag they put them in with the price tag just barely ripped off the side, it also was a bit awkward holding them, even coffee guy had a smart remark about the flowers...
Soooo I grabbed my drink and decided to sit in a very large overstuffed chair, keeping some space between us, not wanting to get all nice and cozy. We began to engage in conversation, or at least we tried to, he proceeded to tell me about his financial ruin, losing his house and some crazy stories about exes and paternity tests. I found myself thinking of other things, not really listening, commenting with questions that maybe weren't very nice, I must have looked bored because he asked me at least 10 times if I was...oh no Forrest not at all, I'm enjoying hearing all about the downfall of your life on the first meeting, Please continue!!
When his phone rang, and it was work, I encouraged him to return the call, during this time a very good friend of mine text ed me, it was just the excuse I needed and used to get out of there, I actually lied, not wanting to hurt his feelings, but sadly not caring, just wanting to be like "Jenny and fly far, far far away from there" and less then 15 min later I was happily on my way home to a quiet house to relax. I admit I felt kind of bad, but not bad enough to wish I had stayed.
I walked in the door a little aggravated, I felt like I had wasted a cute outfit and a good hair day on nothing, I went in to the kitchen, grabbed a vase, filled it halfway with water and dropped the flowers in it, paper and all, pouted and went up the stairs to bed.
The point I am trying to make is where are all the normal men? ok that really isn't my point but it is a valid question don't you think?
Maybe I don't really have a point, but how much information is too much information on a first date? I didn't really need to know all of that, although it did save me from a second date.
And what about misrepresentation? I'm going to see that the pics are 10 years old when you show up. Do we really live in a society that doesn't allows us to just be who we are? how can you have great conversation on the phone and not be able to carry on a conversation in person.
So I learned my lesson, no more dating anyone I haven't seen in person first...or maybe I should just go back and date coffee guy!!