Have you ever laid eyes on someone and the world stopped? I have.
Her name is Charlotte (like the spider, her mother was a fan) and she is my world. She is tall and sexy, her body is as curvy as a mountainous road and her eyes are as dark as the night sky. She has a perfect olive complexion and sweet dimples. She is beautiful. I love to listen to her talk about her ideas and thoughts; I adore hearing her laugh and giggle. She has the sweetest smelling hair, the color of a winter sunset, splashes of gold, red and orange and the softest most irresistible skin.
She is always so busy running a mile a minute but when she finally sits to relax and falls asleep she has the cutest snore, she breathes deeply and steadily. I focus on her breathing every night as I sit next to her I easily fall into a meditative state. I hear her stir, how long have I been in? I look to my watch 4:30 am, she will be getting up soon to go to the gym.
I get up from the soft green wing back chair in her bedroom, walk over to the closet and open the faux wall I made when she moved in next door to me. A perk of being the left in charge of this building.
Oh did I fail to mention, Charlotte, named after the children book, has never met me.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
I’m here.
Ever have one of those moments?
You have been headed towards a goal, some huge destination and you have been so busy trying to get there that you never look up until you bang into the sign that says “YOU ARE HERE”.
I had that moment the other night. I have been looking forward to this specific event in my life to take place but I was so busy jumping through hurdles and climbing through hoops of fire to get there that I was so distracted that I almost lost the pleasure of basking in it when it happened. Ok so I didn’t bask in it (when it happened) because I was so pissed off about those fire hoops and hurdles that fat girls have a hard time conquering.
A few nights after said event occurred it hit me like a ton of bricks and I said “Wow Deborah, I’m here.”
Life happens and sometimes it takes up so much of our time and day that we forget to stop and enjoy our accomplishments.
Stop what you are doing and look around you, where are you? I bet 9 out of 10 times you are close to the destination you set out to be a year ago or even a month ago. It’s always seems easier to notice what we have not done or accomplished then it is to stop and look around at what we have. I can write a novel about all of the things I think are wrong with me but would have a really big problem telling you the things I think are great about me.
Ok so I am veering off from my point.
Have you stopped to look at you map and appreciate how far you have gone and how close you are to your destination?
You have been headed towards a goal, some huge destination and you have been so busy trying to get there that you never look up until you bang into the sign that says “YOU ARE HERE”.
I had that moment the other night. I have been looking forward to this specific event in my life to take place but I was so busy jumping through hurdles and climbing through hoops of fire to get there that I was so distracted that I almost lost the pleasure of basking in it when it happened. Ok so I didn’t bask in it (when it happened) because I was so pissed off about those fire hoops and hurdles that fat girls have a hard time conquering.
A few nights after said event occurred it hit me like a ton of bricks and I said “Wow Deborah, I’m here.”
Life happens and sometimes it takes up so much of our time and day that we forget to stop and enjoy our accomplishments.
Stop what you are doing and look around you, where are you? I bet 9 out of 10 times you are close to the destination you set out to be a year ago or even a month ago. It’s always seems easier to notice what we have not done or accomplished then it is to stop and look around at what we have. I can write a novel about all of the things I think are wrong with me but would have a really big problem telling you the things I think are great about me.
Ok so I am veering off from my point.
Have you stopped to look at you map and appreciate how far you have gone and how close you are to your destination?
Thursday, March 24, 2011
What do you bring to the table?
Every day I ride the light rail to work, and every day I sit and people watch. Some days I listen in on the crap that they say loud enough for the entire train to hear. One of the things I have heard most often comes from women, some my age but most a lot younger.
Why? You can’t take care of yourself? What makes you think it is someone else’s responsibility to take care of you? Ok, ok I get it, some men like this kind of stuff and some women love being house wife’s but that brings me to the question: “What do you bring to the table?”
Do you anything to offer this man that you want to take care of you? You are a Burger King cashier (nothing wrong with that) trying to land and Astrophysicist. What do you have to offer this man? Will you have anything in common with him if you do happen to catch his eye? Can you hold a conversation for more than 5 minutes? Believe me this is not a pro man blog about how we need to give our men everything and anything they want, in contrast it is a pro woman blog that says we need to empower ourselves and give ourselves more then what we feel we deserve.
Ladies we are in the new millennium and we need to get off of our rears and get out of that 1950’s mindset that “I don’t have to do a damn thing but lay in his bed”. If you want to keep him you have to offer something, he is “taking care of you”. What are you giving?
We woman can be pretty vicious when we rate men. We judge a man by assessing his list of “valuable inventory”… in no particular order
JOB: what does he do and how much does he make. (How much do you make and what do you do? Do you want him judging you by this?)
CAR: what does he drive and how much did it cost. (What do you drive?)
HOME: where does he live and how much does he pay. (where do you live?)
BODY/LOOKS: does he take care of himself? Is he built like a Greek god? How many woman drool over him? (You know you do it. You want the man that every woman is falling over trying to get. I don’t even want to get started on this one, just going say look in the mirror ladies. Take a comb to your hair and put on a little lip gloss. Also I say this as much for myself as I do to you, don't jundge him because he is 15lbs over weight when you have 30 extra pounds on your rear!!!)
CLOTHING: How does he dress? How much does he pay for his clothes? (How do you dress? BTW Do not go out in public in your PJs and slippers and for the love of GOD leave the teenager fads to the teenagers.) . THIS IS NOT CUTE on a 30something!!!)
Ok now that we have gone down the list of what we look for in men and what we want…
“I want to find a good man to take care of me.”
Why? You can’t take care of yourself? What makes you think it is someone else’s responsibility to take care of you? Ok, ok I get it, some men like this kind of stuff and some women love being house wife’s but that brings me to the question: “What do you bring to the table?”
Do you anything to offer this man that you want to take care of you? You are a Burger King cashier (nothing wrong with that) trying to land and Astrophysicist. What do you have to offer this man? Will you have anything in common with him if you do happen to catch his eye? Can you hold a conversation for more than 5 minutes? Believe me this is not a pro man blog about how we need to give our men everything and anything they want, in contrast it is a pro woman blog that says we need to empower ourselves and give ourselves more then what we feel we deserve.
Ladies we are in the new millennium and we need to get off of our rears and get out of that 1950’s mindset that “I don’t have to do a damn thing but lay in his bed”. If you want to keep him you have to offer something, he is “taking care of you”. What are you giving?
We woman can be pretty vicious when we rate men. We judge a man by assessing his list of “valuable inventory”… in no particular order
JOB: what does he do and how much does he make. (How much do you make and what do you do? Do you want him judging you by this?)
CAR: what does he drive and how much did it cost. (What do you drive?)
HOME: where does he live and how much does he pay. (where do you live?)
BODY/LOOKS: does he take care of himself? Is he built like a Greek god? How many woman drool over him? (You know you do it. You want the man that every woman is falling over trying to get. I don’t even want to get started on this one, just going say look in the mirror ladies. Take a comb to your hair and put on a little lip gloss. Also I say this as much for myself as I do to you, don't jundge him because he is 15lbs over weight when you have 30 extra pounds on your rear!!!)
CLOTHING: How does he dress? How much does he pay for his clothes? (How do you dress? BTW Do not go out in public in your PJs and slippers and for the love of GOD leave the teenager fads to the teenagers.) . THIS IS NOT CUTE on a 30something!!!)
Ok now that we have gone down the list of what we look for in men and what we want…
What are you bringing to the table?
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