Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
I chew my cabbage once and then I swallow
I chew my cabbage once and then I swallow.
My 7th grade teacher, Sister Ann Rosalia, was the first person I ever heard use the phrase. Once I had the maturity to understand what she meant, it became part of me, my life. To that end, I don't repeat and I don't go back; if someone gets put of or walks out of my life then they are gone.
Alas, an opportunity has presented itself to me, which would require me going back and I'm not sure. I'm having an internal conflict because one of the other mantras by which I live is that if I want different consequences, then I have to make different decisions. And going back would definitely a different decision than what I would normally do in this situation.
Oh lawd, who knows what's going to happen...choosing one mantra over the other...what would Buddha do? LOL
My 7th grade teacher, Sister Ann Rosalia, was the first person I ever heard use the phrase. Once I had the maturity to understand what she meant, it became part of me, my life. To that end, I don't repeat and I don't go back; if someone gets put of or walks out of my life then they are gone.
Alas, an opportunity has presented itself to me, which would require me going back and I'm not sure. I'm having an internal conflict because one of the other mantras by which I live is that if I want different consequences, then I have to make different decisions. And going back would definitely a different decision than what I would normally do in this situation.
Oh lawd, who knows what's going to happen...choosing one mantra over the other...what would Buddha do? LOL
Friday, April 10, 2009
Liar, liar, pants on fire
Why do men insist on lying to me?
1. Do I look fragile?
2. Do I present myself as someone who will fall apart?
3. Do I appear as though I'm incapable of comprehending the truth?
4. Do I come across in any way other than as a mature, thinking and reasonable woman?
The answer is hell-f*cking-NO!!!!
Why the hell can't men just tell me the fucking truth? Give me the information and knowledge necessary to make an informed decision for my damn self, instead of him making it for me.
1. The truth shall set you free.
2. I will find out the truth eventually.
3. I am the only motherf*cker who has the right to make decisions for me.
4. When I inevitably find out, I'll be madder than if you had been straight with me from jump.
Unlike Tom Cruise...I can handle the f*cking truth a$$hole!
1. Do I look fragile?
2. Do I present myself as someone who will fall apart?
3. Do I appear as though I'm incapable of comprehending the truth?
4. Do I come across in any way other than as a mature, thinking and reasonable woman?
The answer is hell-f*cking-NO!!!!
Why the hell can't men just tell me the fucking truth? Give me the information and knowledge necessary to make an informed decision for my damn self, instead of him making it for me.
1. The truth shall set you free.
2. I will find out the truth eventually.
3. I am the only motherf*cker who has the right to make decisions for me.
4. When I inevitably find out, I'll be madder than if you had been straight with me from jump.
Unlike Tom Cruise...I can handle the f*cking truth a$$hole!
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
yes, I love him
yes, I love him
I loved him before we met, before he touched me physically
it hurts like hell
I will live and do what I need to do, even without him...much to my regret
I can admit my feelings for him
I can face them and deal with them
I can put them in the folder with the hopes of what might have been
I shouldn't and I do.
I don't want to and I do.
I will get over him and I don't want to.
I loved him before we met, before he touched me physically
it hurts like hell
I will live and do what I need to do, even without him...much to my regret
I can admit my feelings for him
I can face them and deal with them
I can put them in the folder with the hopes of what might have been
I shouldn't and I do.
I don't want to and I do.
I will get over him and I don't want to.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
I want the fairy tale
I believe in the fairy tales.
* I want a marriage that will make my friends wish their relationship was 1/2 as good as mine is with my husband.
* I want to love him with every fiber of my being everyday of the week and twice on Sundays.
* I want him to adore me without hesitation, doubt or question.
* I want he and I to be the couple that other folks can't stand to be around because we are so into each other.
* I want to him to reach those places in me that only my God and I know.
* I want to go to those places in him that he hasn't been to since he was a boy.
* I want to trust my husband with my very life and have him trust me with his.
* I want an honest relationship, calling each other out when our sh*t stinks and praising each other when deserved.
* I want to be second only to his God, not his family, children, job, etc.
* I want us to be each other's bestest friend in the whole wide world.
* I want to consume him and be consumed by him.
* I want to explore our sexuality, our fantasies and go to the place of intimacy where two become one.
* I want a marriage built on communication, trust, dependability, respect and forthrightness.
* I want us to laugh and cry together.
* I want to walk beside him as equals in life; behind him to support his hopes & dreams; and in front of him to shielding him with prayer & encouragement; and I want the same from him.
* Yes, I want it all and then some and you'll notice, I'm not asking anymore of him than I would give of myself.
It may be a fairy tale, and I may never find this kind of love. Does that mean I don't look for it?
* I want a marriage that will make my friends wish their relationship was 1/2 as good as mine is with my husband.
* I want to love him with every fiber of my being everyday of the week and twice on Sundays.
* I want him to adore me without hesitation, doubt or question.
* I want he and I to be the couple that other folks can't stand to be around because we are so into each other.
* I want to him to reach those places in me that only my God and I know.
* I want to go to those places in him that he hasn't been to since he was a boy.
* I want to trust my husband with my very life and have him trust me with his.
* I want an honest relationship, calling each other out when our sh*t stinks and praising each other when deserved.
* I want to be second only to his God, not his family, children, job, etc.
* I want us to be each other's bestest friend in the whole wide world.
* I want to consume him and be consumed by him.
* I want to explore our sexuality, our fantasies and go to the place of intimacy where two become one.
* I want a marriage built on communication, trust, dependability, respect and forthrightness.
* I want us to laugh and cry together.
* I want to walk beside him as equals in life; behind him to support his hopes & dreams; and in front of him to shielding him with prayer & encouragement; and I want the same from him.
* Yes, I want it all and then some and you'll notice, I'm not asking anymore of him than I would give of myself.
It may be a fairy tale, and I may never find this kind of love. Does that mean I don't look for it?
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Waiting for me
I travel a lot for my job. I'm constantly getting on & off airplanes, which I don't mind; I enjoy flying, traveling and meeting new people. The annoying part is when I land at my home airport, I have a routine:
1. head to baggage claim
2. use lavatory in baggage claim area, not as much traffic as terminals
3. wait for luggage
4. get luggage and proceed to parking shuttle
5. flag down appropriate shuttle and board
6. arrive at parking lot and get dropped off at car
7. drive home
It is steps 3 and 7 that cause me some hesitation...expressing my angst in twitter-ese.
1. No one is there to meet me at the airport and no one is there to meet me at home....#suckit
2. Empty house after long business trip...#Fail
1. head to baggage claim
2. use lavatory in baggage claim area, not as much traffic as terminals
3. wait for luggage
4. get luggage and proceed to parking shuttle
5. flag down appropriate shuttle and board
6. arrive at parking lot and get dropped off at car
7. drive home
It is steps 3 and 7 that cause me some hesitation...expressing my angst in twitter-ese.
1. No one is there to meet me at the airport and no one is there to meet me at home....#suckit
2. Empty house after long business trip...#Fail
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