"...And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love"
~1 Corinthians 13:13~
All eyes on me when I walk in,
No question that this girl’s a 10
Don’t hate me cause I’m beautiful.
Don’t hate me cause I’m beautiful.
My walk my talk the way I dress
It’s not my fault so please don’t trip
Don’t hate me cause I’m beautiful
Don’t hate me cause I’m beautiful
Kerry Hilson, ~pretty girl rock~
No question that this girl’s a 10
Don’t hate me cause I’m beautiful.
Don’t hate me cause I’m beautiful.
My walk my talk the way I dress
It’s not my fault so please don’t trip
Don’t hate me cause I’m beautiful
Don’t hate me cause I’m beautiful
Kerry Hilson, ~pretty girl rock~
Experience has shown me that if you know it’s never coming, or even if you have your suspicions .. take some time to really consider what it is you’re waiting for and the overall importance in your entire life.
I could have saved my heart and mind for some of the most traumatic ‘ish I’ve ever been through.
There are very few regrets in my life, and that mess was one of them. I wish I’d had the sense to stop waiting.
But yet I continue to wait.
#nowPlaying: Kerry Hilson, Energy
"I'm having nightmares from sleeping with the enemy, how do we reverse the chemistry..."
Christian Keyes is such a cutieCute ((yummy))#random
Christian Keyes is such a cutieCute ((yummy))#random
Chances are ...
Chances are, that person who was rude to you on the phone or in the checkout line was really just worried about something in their own life and it had nothing to do with you. Don't take it personally. Brush it off and move on.
Chances are, the person you spend so much time being jealous of and comparing yourself to isn’t who you think they are. He or she is likely to have a host of their own issues now; or they have grown past more hurdles than you can imagine getting to where they are. Just be you and your time will come.
Chances are, that worrying about that problem isn't going to solve it. Seek solutions and take action toward them.
Chances are you will experience a more peaceful and fulfilling life, when you take control of the reigns and live it from the inside out.
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, “why would anyone bring home all of his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd”. I had a quiet weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running towards him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So I jogged over to him and he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw tears in his eyes.
As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get a life”. He looked at me and said “Hey thanks!” there was a big smile on his face, It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him were he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to a private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kids before. We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said “boy you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!” he just laughed and handed my half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak.
Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that had really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, was I jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those looked (the really grateful one) and smiled. “Thanks,” he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat and began “Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your sibling, maybe a coach….but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.”
I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so him Mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a smile. “thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.” I heard a gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.
~author unKnown~
~we should never underestimate the power of our actions, with one small gesture you can change a person’s life, for the better or for the worse~
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running towards him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So I jogged over to him and he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw tears in his eyes.
As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get a life”. He looked at me and said “Hey thanks!” there was a big smile on his face, It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him were he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to a private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kids before. We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said “boy you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!” he just laughed and handed my half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak.
Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that had really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, was I jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those looked (the really grateful one) and smiled. “Thanks,” he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat and began “Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your sibling, maybe a coach….but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.”
I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so him Mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a smile. “thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.” I heard a gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.
~author unKnown~
~we should never underestimate the power of our actions, with one small gesture you can change a person’s life, for the better or for the worse~
Smoothie Recipe (s)
Apricot Pineapple Smoothie Recipe
◦1/4 cup crushed pineapple
◦1 fresh apricot, diced
◦6 strawberries
◦1/2 banana
◦1 1/2 cup water
◦1 tbsp. skim milk powder
◦1 heaping tbsp. high- quality protein powder (optional)
◦1 tsp. flax seed oil (optional)
In a blender, process fruit with the rest of the ingredients. Blend until thoroughly mixed and serve.
Banana-Strawberry Fruit Smoothie Recipe
◦1 banana, frozen
◦6 strawberries, frozen
◦1 1/4 cup water
◦1 tbsp. skim milk powder
◦1 heaping tbsp. high- quality protein powder (optional)
◦1 tsp. flax oil (optional)
In a blender, process all the ingredients until thoroughly mixed and serve.
Tropical Fruit Shake
◦1/2 mango
◦2 tbsp. frozen pina coloda mix (or 1/8 tsp. natural coconut extract)
◦1/2 banana, frozen
◦4 strawberries, frozen
◦6 ice cubes
◦1 1/4 cup water
◦1 heaping tbsp. high- quality protein powder (optional)
◦1 tsp. flax oil (optional)
In a blender, process all the ingredients until thoroughly mixed and serve.
Banana-Berry Fruit Smoothie
◦1/2 pear, cored
◦1/4 cup frozen blueberries or frozen mixed berries
◦1/2 banana, frozen
◦1 1/4 cup water
◦1/8 tsp. cinnamon
◦1 tbsp. skim milk powder
◦1 heaping tbsp. high-quality protein powder (optional)
◦1 tsp. flax oil (optional)
In a blender, process all the ingredients until thoroughly mixed and serve.
Banana-Orange-Strawberry Fruit Shake
◦1/2 cup orange juice
◦1/2 banana, frozen
◦6 strawberries, frozen
◦1/2 cup water
◦1 tbsp. skim milk powder
◦1 heaping tbsp. high- quality protein powder (optional)
◦1 tsp. flax oil (optional)
In a blender, process all the ingredients until thoroughly mixed and serve.
◦1/4 cup crushed pineapple
◦1 fresh apricot, diced
◦6 strawberries
◦1/2 banana
◦1 1/2 cup water
◦1 tbsp. skim milk powder
◦1 heaping tbsp. high- quality protein powder (optional)
◦1 tsp. flax seed oil (optional)
In a blender, process fruit with the rest of the ingredients. Blend until thoroughly mixed and serve.
Banana-Strawberry Fruit Smoothie Recipe
◦1 banana, frozen
◦6 strawberries, frozen
◦1 1/4 cup water
◦1 tbsp. skim milk powder
◦1 heaping tbsp. high- quality protein powder (optional)
◦1 tsp. flax oil (optional)
In a blender, process all the ingredients until thoroughly mixed and serve.
Tropical Fruit Shake
◦1/2 mango
◦2 tbsp. frozen pina coloda mix (or 1/8 tsp. natural coconut extract)
◦1/2 banana, frozen
◦4 strawberries, frozen
◦6 ice cubes
◦1 1/4 cup water
◦1 heaping tbsp. high- quality protein powder (optional)
◦1 tsp. flax oil (optional)
In a blender, process all the ingredients until thoroughly mixed and serve.
Banana-Berry Fruit Smoothie
◦1/2 pear, cored
◦1/4 cup frozen blueberries or frozen mixed berries
◦1/2 banana, frozen
◦1 1/4 cup water
◦1/8 tsp. cinnamon
◦1 tbsp. skim milk powder
◦1 heaping tbsp. high-quality protein powder (optional)
◦1 tsp. flax oil (optional)
In a blender, process all the ingredients until thoroughly mixed and serve.
Banana-Orange-Strawberry Fruit Shake
◦1/2 cup orange juice
◦1/2 banana, frozen
◦6 strawberries, frozen
◦1/2 cup water
◦1 tbsp. skim milk powder
◦1 heaping tbsp. high- quality protein powder (optional)
◦1 tsp. flax oil (optional)
In a blender, process all the ingredients until thoroughly mixed and serve.
Don’t miss your boat!
There was a guy drowing in the ocean. He prayed to God to save him.
A few minutes later a boat came and offered to pick him up and take him to shore. The drowning man refused and the boat left.
Another boat came and offered to save the man and he said no thanks, and the boat left.
Finally a third boat came and said I can help you. Once again the drowing man said no.
When he died he said to God: I trusted you. Why didn’t you save me??
God said: I sent you 3 boats!!
A few minutes later a boat came and offered to pick him up and take him to shore. The drowning man refused and the boat left.
Another boat came and offered to save the man and he said no thanks, and the boat left.
Finally a third boat came and said I can help you. Once again the drowing man said no.
When he died he said to God: I trusted you. Why didn’t you save me??
God said: I sent you 3 boats!!
notes to self
•Never go a day without love and happiness. Life is too short not to be happy. The less I worry about life, the less I have to worry
•Don’t be in a hurry. Marriage will come, family will come, money will come. In its own time, enjoy where I am right now.
•Friends don’t hurt. Surround myself with things that are uplifting and also to be uplifting to others. Heaven in your heart brings peace to your mind.
•Don’t be in a hurry. Marriage will come, family will come, money will come. In its own time, enjoy where I am right now.
•Friends don’t hurt. Surround myself with things that are uplifting and also to be uplifting to others. Heaven in your heart brings peace to your mind.
Celebrate Self
Don't just accept your flaws, celebrate them! She's beautifully cracked, but never broken.
A woman who doesn’t know her worth will put up with anything
I’m not sure who coined that phrase but they sure hit the nail on the head. This is not even necessarily about man/woman relationships, this is relationships in general. You will accept poor treatment from friends, family, co-workers, in addition to likely not taking care of yourself properly.
The thing is, you show people how to treat you. If you do not see fit to take care of yourself, then neither will other people.
When you treat yourself as if you are special, important, priceless, beautiful, and rare then others will know no other way to treat you. More importantly, those that don’t will not phase you because your sense of worth does not come from the retail value that someone else has placed on you.
Your value now comes from within.
#nowPlaying: Kerry Hilson, Pretty Girls Rock
We walk confident and act like we LOVE ourselves, even if sometimes we have "one of those days." We are not egotistical thinkin' we can do what we want and get who we want... but we do walk tall and proud. We are beautiful and lovable because we work and dream hard. Pretty Girls ROCK!!!!!
Eat Pray Love ... moment
"I think I deserve something beautiful."
— Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love)
— Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love)
my 2011 mantra
Grant me the strength within to love all living things and to make a positive impact on all I encounter today. May I attract positive people and circumstances to me that I may be more effective in my undertakings. May no one be too important nor too unimportant to greet with a kind word.
I seek the strength to live completely in love, as I release my fears. I grant forgiveness for all I hold against myself and for all I hold against another. May I be a tool for healing in the world. I ask for the fortitude to be the embodiment of selfless harmony to the extent I am able today.
I will be generous with my time, resources, and myself to the best of my ability without resentment or reluctance. For I know that what I give others I give to myself as well.
I seek happiness, peace, and freedom from suffering today. As such I wish it for all other beings as well. I am thankful for all that I have been given. I am especially grateful for the beauty and harmony that exists all around me, if only I am willing to see it.
Finally, I seek a patient acceptance as events unfold in my life. Help me to see the big picture and not get bogged down by unimportant details. I understand that all my experiences are chosen by me at some level for my benefit. Thus, I seek to understand, to learn and to open myself to every wonderful possibility.
Amen
~Author Unknown
I seek the strength to live completely in love, as I release my fears. I grant forgiveness for all I hold against myself and for all I hold against another. May I be a tool for healing in the world. I ask for the fortitude to be the embodiment of selfless harmony to the extent I am able today.
I will be generous with my time, resources, and myself to the best of my ability without resentment or reluctance. For I know that what I give others I give to myself as well.
I seek happiness, peace, and freedom from suffering today. As such I wish it for all other beings as well. I am thankful for all that I have been given. I am especially grateful for the beauty and harmony that exists all around me, if only I am willing to see it.
Finally, I seek a patient acceptance as events unfold in my life. Help me to see the big picture and not get bogged down by unimportant details. I understand that all my experiences are chosen by me at some level for my benefit. Thus, I seek to understand, to learn and to open myself to every wonderful possibility.
Amen
~Author Unknown
There is Life and Death in the Power of the tongue ….
....something to that effect. I've always known that there is power behind every word we utter whether jokingly or straight faced, serious as a judge. Calling a child fat, stupid, ugly or lazy; stays with them for life. Or hearing you’re broken, incapable, useless, stays in your psyche and just messes you up emotionally and mentally. Hearing these words over and over you start to believe them and they keep you from doing any better.
I know because for a long time I was there.
I've learned to be very careful with what I say out of anger, spite or emotions because words are so powerful and it will impact people and/or situations.
What you say matters so much, whether it's to yourself or to someone else. It would be nice if we all took a moment to choose our words wisely.
Lets lift each other up in Positive Vibrations.
#nowPlaying: John Legend, She don't have to know
I suspect that I might have had an outer body experience and shouldn’t be held responsible for any actions I was obviously possessed by a lunatic.
Diamonds
Whenever I see a big fat diamond sitting on someone’s engagement ring (like I just did), why do I think ..."Dude must really love that girl?"
That's dumb. It doesn't mean that. It just meant dude spent a lot of money.
But of course as I looked her over while she stood there with her cute manicure ordering a fat, greasy steak sandwich. I started to think she got her man so I guess she doesn't have to worry about what she is eating anymore.
Good for you chickaboo.
That's dumb. It doesn't mean that. It just meant dude spent a lot of money.
But of course as I looked her over while she stood there with her cute manicure ordering a fat, greasy steak sandwich. I started to think she got her man so I guess she doesn't have to worry about what she is eating anymore.
Good for you chickaboo.
I wish ...
… I was as bold and brave as I used to be, when we first met.
… That I wouldn't have let him stump so hard on my heroic shell, shattering it all into pieces.
… he would just tell me that he isn’t in love with me, the way he used to be or perhaps not even at all.
… he could accept the fact that I’m just not like everyone else. I can’t/won’t just do because … because he says so.
… that I could put aside the fact that yes I have a good man but seemingly just not good enough … at least not for me.
… I could rewind time and not have any children so that I would never have to communicate with him ever again.
… that he would simply leave me.
… that he could simply agree that this … just is not working … and walk away gracefully.
****They say watch what you ask for, Cause you just might receive ... But if you ask me tomorrow ... I will say the same thing****
#teamsecondchances
You can avoid reality, but you cannot avoid the consequences of avoiding reality. ~Ayn Rand~
We all make mistakes but learning from them is the best thing we can do!!!! Mistakes and Life Lessons are meant to make us better and push us toward who God wants us to be!!!!!
Happy Birthday ME ....
Everyday He wakes me, He gives me another chance to get it right. 525,600 minutes ... That's how many chances God gives me every year .... for that I am truly thankFull and grateFull.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee,
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife,
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life of a woman or a man
In truth that she learned or in times that he cried
In the bridges she burned or the way that he died
It's time now to sing out though the story never ends
Let's celebrate, remember a year in the life of friends
How about love
How about love
How about love
Measure in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love
....and then there was me.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee,
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife,
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life of a woman or a man
In truth that she learned or in times that he cried
In the bridges she burned or the way that he died
It's time now to sing out though the story never ends
Let's celebrate, remember a year in the life of friends
How about love
How about love
How about love
Measure in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love
....and then there was me.
Teach Me How To Love
According to 1 Corinthians 13:1-8 and 13:
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."
To me, this is the definition of a perfect love. I am not perfect so I do not seek perfection I just strive to be better.
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."
To me, this is the definition of a perfect love. I am not perfect so I do not seek perfection I just strive to be better.
I love you, old friend.
I haven’t talked to you in a while.
Even in the midst of family emergencies, sickness and other unimaginable worries
I manage to miss you.
When I should be enveloped in these serious matters, your face creeps into my thoughts.
a twisting in my stomach, a sharp tickle that stabs.
a nag on my heart strings/harping on heart things…
The blink after a tear drops is full of “where are you?”
And
"why don’t you care about me?"
In your loneliness you’ve started infecting others with your same sadness.
A call could heal us all.
aw
he doesn't know it
... Whenever he calls me "sweety" I melt a little inside
... A tiny little "I'm sorry. It was my fault. Please forgive me" would squash everything between us
... I will never, ever be his, bear his children, or marry him. No matter what
... In the short time we were together I kinda fell for him *hard*
... I'd give him "carte blanc" in the bedroom, no commitment necessary
... He was my first true love
... I only use him for an ego boost
... While I play the friend role, I'm secretly waiting out his relationship
... If I didn't have him in my life I couldn't go on
... A tiny little "I'm sorry. It was my fault. Please forgive me" would squash everything between us
... I will never, ever be his, bear his children, or marry him. No matter what
... In the short time we were together I kinda fell for him *hard*
... I'd give him "carte blanc" in the bedroom, no commitment necessary
... He was my first true love
... I only use him for an ego boost
... While I play the friend role, I'm secretly waiting out his relationship
... If I didn't have him in my life I couldn't go on
Yesterday I Cried
Current mood: reflective
I came home, went straight to my room,
sat on the edge of my bed,
kicked off my shoes,
unhooked my bra,
and I had myself a good cry.I'm telling you,
I cried until my nose was running all over
the silk blouse I got on sale.
I cried until my ears were hot.
I cried until my head was hurting so bad
that I could hardly see the pile of
soiled tissues lying on the floor at my feet.I want you to understand,
I had myself a really good cry yesterday.Yesterday, I cried,
for all the days that I was too busy,
or too tired,
or too mad to cry.I cried for all the days, and all the ways,
and all the times I had dishonored,
disrespected, and
disconnected my Self from myself,
only to have it reflected back to me
in the ways others did to me
the same things I had already done to myself.I cried for all the things I had given,
only to have them stolen;
for all the things I had asked for that
had yet to show up;
for all the things I had accomplished,
only to give them away,
to people in circumstances,
which left me feeling empty,
and battered and plain old used.I cried because there really does
come a time when the only thing left
for you to do is cry.Yesterday, I cried.
I cried because little boys get
left by their daddies;
and little girls get forgotten by their mommies;
and daddies don't know what to do, so they leave;
and mommies get left, so they get mad.I cried because I had a little boy,
and because I was a little girl,
and because I was a mommy
who didn't know what to do,
and because I wanted my daddy to be there
for me so badly until I ached.Yesterday, I cried.
I cried because I hurt.
I cried because I was hurt.
I cried because hurt has no place to go
except deeper into the pain that
caused it in the first place,
and when it gets there,
the hurt wakes you up.I cried because it was too late.
I cried because it was time.I cried because my soul knew that I didn't know
that my soul knew everything I needed to know.I cried a soulful cry yesterday,
and it felt so good.It felt so very, very bad.In the midst of my crying,
I felt my freedom coming,
Because Yesterday,
I cried with an agenda.
Iyanla Vanzant
*****************************
This poem is an old favorite. Iyanla Vanzant also wrote a book by the same title. I've read this poem many times and each time I get something new from it, just like I did today when I read this poem for the ninth hundred thousandth time.
no accounting for taste ....
Current Mood: unAppreciated
When I cooked for you, you said I was way too sweet
When I suggested a book to you, you said I was way too deep
When I let you win a game, you said I played too weak
When I took you to a movie, you went straight to sleep..
When I greeted you with flowers, you said I was lame
When I walked you to your place, you said I was tame
When I treated you polite, you said, "Well, Drew's real nice.."
When I wrote you a letter, you said, "Who still writes?.."
When I prayed with you, you said I was too spiritual
When I called you everyday, you said I was too predictable
When I gave you what you wanted, you called me a sucker
When I told you that I loved you, you told me I was "like your
brother"..
When I made you a gift instead of buying one, you said I was cheap
When I straightened your room while you were gone, you called me a
neat freak
When I didn't wild out when I saw you talking to another dude,
you said I was too laidback for you
And when I didn't try to have sex the first time you came over,
you thought I must not be physically attracted to you..
When I shed tears in front of you, you called me a boo-hoo
When I didn't curse around you, you called me a goody-two-shoes
And when I said I thought the world of you, you said,
"I just don't think of you like that..
..oh, there's my other line; let me call you right back.."
So I suppose the ideal brother for you is:
An adventurously rude
Contemptuously crude
Politely mean
Excitably obscene
Sexually uncontrollable
Hardly holdable
Abruptly abusive
FUCKING LOSER
Who's too hardcore to cook
To dumb to read a book
Too "masculine" to cry
Too headstrong to apologize
Too busy "keeping it real" to be honest
Too unreliable to keep a promise
And too much of a villain
To give a fuck about your feelings..
I guess
There's just
No accounting
FOR TASTE..
© 2002, Drew Anderson, all rights reserved.
When I cooked for you, you said I was way too sweet
When I suggested a book to you, you said I was way too deep
When I let you win a game, you said I played too weak
When I took you to a movie, you went straight to sleep..
When I greeted you with flowers, you said I was lame
When I walked you to your place, you said I was tame
When I treated you polite, you said, "Well, Drew's real nice.."
When I wrote you a letter, you said, "Who still writes?.."
When I prayed with you, you said I was too spiritual
When I called you everyday, you said I was too predictable
When I gave you what you wanted, you called me a sucker
When I told you that I loved you, you told me I was "like your
brother"..
When I made you a gift instead of buying one, you said I was cheap
When I straightened your room while you were gone, you called me a
neat freak
When I didn't wild out when I saw you talking to another dude,
you said I was too laidback for you
And when I didn't try to have sex the first time you came over,
you thought I must not be physically attracted to you..
When I shed tears in front of you, you called me a boo-hoo
When I didn't curse around you, you called me a goody-two-shoes
And when I said I thought the world of you, you said,
"I just don't think of you like that..
..oh, there's my other line; let me call you right back.."
So I suppose the ideal brother for you is:
An adventurously rude
Contemptuously crude
Politely mean
Excitably obscene
Sexually uncontrollable
Hardly holdable
Abruptly abusive
FUCKING LOSER
Who's too hardcore to cook
To dumb to read a book
Too "masculine" to cry
Too headstrong to apologize
Too busy "keeping it real" to be honest
Too unreliable to keep a promise
And too much of a villain
To give a fuck about your feelings..
I guess
There's just
No accounting
FOR TASTE..
© 2002, Drew Anderson, all rights reserved.
One That Got Away
Everybody has that one person that for whatever reason a relationship never really jump started and you are left wondering what if. ***sigh***
I miss my one that got away (I wonder if he thinks of me every now and then)
I wonder if it's possible that I might be someone’s “one that got away”
I miss my one that got away (I wonder if he thinks of me every now and then)
I wonder if it's possible that I might be someone’s “one that got away”
life as I see it ...
the highest point in my life; was the birth of my first son; for a split second he made my relationship with "him' feel like it was worth holding on ...
the lowest point in my life; is that i've lost control of who i am and strayed from that strong person that i use to be; by allowing my relationship with "him" to define who i am as a person ...
the lowest point in my life; is that i've lost control of who i am and strayed from that strong person that i use to be; by allowing my relationship with "him" to define who i am as a person ...
Crush on you
So I was on Facebook the other day and I got a friend request from someone I went to middle/early high school with a gazillion years ago. We exchanged the usual "What have you been up to/cute kids/what do you do now/where are you living" pleasantries.
He blurted out that he had a crush on me since hi school (((Giggling))) umm ok then ... I had to reread it twice to make sure I understood what was written.
He said some things that he remembered about me from waaaaaaaaaaaay back then that the only way he would have paid that much attention was if he WAS crushing me.
Wow ... who knew ... That just goes to show you never know WHOSE type you are ….
He blurted out that he had a crush on me since hi school (((Giggling))) umm ok then ... I had to reread it twice to make sure I understood what was written.
He said some things that he remembered about me from waaaaaaaaaaaay back then that the only way he would have paid that much attention was if he WAS crushing me.
Wow ... who knew ... That just goes to show you never know WHOSE type you are ….
know love
“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life." Bob Marley-
He should know that...
"You aren't going to be her 1st, her last, or her only... she's loved before; and she will love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect -and you're not either. If she can make you laugh and if she admits to being human and making mistakes, hold on to her and give her the most you can. She's not going to be thinking about you every moment of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows YOU can break - her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad and miss her when she's not there. Because perfect girls don't exist, but there's always ONE girl that is perfect for you."
-Anonymous
on wet pavement
his eyes were the first to betray the calm demeanor he was trying to convince her he possessed.
his eyes.
seemed like the devil himself had slithered beneath the rain-soaked cement, slipped into the soles of his $500 Prada shoes, inhabited his body, and now rested, quietly demented in his eyes.
those eyes told her feet to move. she couldn't though. she didn't.
she was frozen. stood still as if a statue had been erected and taken her place, the only sign of life the heavy tears forcing their way forward. for a split second she saw them like they used to be, smiles abounding, love filling their every pore.
was it possible for a six week relationship to have a 'used to be'?
for some, six weeks might have seemed far too short a time to have met, fell in love, become engaged and purchased a home, but for them it was as natural as the wind gently blowing through the trees.
he was perfect. any swoon-worthy quality a woman could dream up, he possessed. tall, handsome, sensitive, strong, attentive, very gainfully employed as a highly regarded FBI agent. and the sex. at the mere thought of their passionate bedroom acts, her brain would cue up that "Best I Ever Had" song by that Degrassi kid. although she wasn't sure if this was a testament to her fiance, or the fact that the song had been over-saturating every radio wave for the last month.
her friends had warned her of the possibles. maybe he was unstable. maybe he was already married. suggested she take her time, not accept a key to his home after seven days of knowing him. all pretending to be happy for her, and yet all secretly thinking that this just couldn't be real. they dubbed him Mr. Too Good To Be True.
haters.
his mouth was moving, angrily. she tried to hear him above the ire ringing in her ears, but only caught key words. bitch. hoe. triflin.
she heard those loudly. clearly. saw the spittle droplets fling forcefully from his bottom lip and become obscure on the wet ground. she looked down at her left hand. the diamond engagement ring shone against the lone streetlight, proving it was worthy of its $15,000 price tag.
her mouth curved into a nostalgic smile, as the day returned to her when he'd choked out the words "i want to marry you." he was so nervous that day. so full of love for her. so genuinely happy when she'd kissed his mouth and said yes. her smile curved a little more.
she looked back up at him, those eyes still telling her he was at the brink.
her own were cloudy. could barely see through the tears. she didn't bother looking down at her hand again, just kept her stare on his dilated pupils. those dark irises, glaring at her, daring her to make any sudden move.
she looked down at the spot on his waist where she knew his gun resided. the gun he had a legal right to carry wherever he went. the gun he wasn't supposed to have on him while intoxicated. she knew every nut, bolt and curve as if it were her own.
she thought about earlier that evening, when she'd suggested he leave his 'baby' at home. this was a celebratory night. he would be drunk before eleven. he'd laughed at her. he never went anywhere without it.
she smiled again.
"fuck you. and fuck this ring."
in one swift motion, she slipped the ring off and threw it with all her might, into the darkness of the parking lot. fuck him. the alcohol polluting her blood stream told her she meant it with everything inside her.
something snapped. broke loose. those eyes raged, turned dark.
the first blow found her face on the ground, the dirty pavement kissing up at her aggressively. she turned over, saw that familiar steel. saw those raging eyes. tried to close her's and envision a nice summer's day. didn't want those aphotic irises to be the last thing she saw.
she was too late.
she's so flyy: on wet pavement
his eyes.
seemed like the devil himself had slithered beneath the rain-soaked cement, slipped into the soles of his $500 Prada shoes, inhabited his body, and now rested, quietly demented in his eyes.
those eyes told her feet to move. she couldn't though. she didn't.
she was frozen. stood still as if a statue had been erected and taken her place, the only sign of life the heavy tears forcing their way forward. for a split second she saw them like they used to be, smiles abounding, love filling their every pore.
was it possible for a six week relationship to have a 'used to be'?
for some, six weeks might have seemed far too short a time to have met, fell in love, become engaged and purchased a home, but for them it was as natural as the wind gently blowing through the trees.
he was perfect. any swoon-worthy quality a woman could dream up, he possessed. tall, handsome, sensitive, strong, attentive, very gainfully employed as a highly regarded FBI agent. and the sex. at the mere thought of their passionate bedroom acts, her brain would cue up that "Best I Ever Had" song by that Degrassi kid. although she wasn't sure if this was a testament to her fiance, or the fact that the song had been over-saturating every radio wave for the last month.
her friends had warned her of the possibles. maybe he was unstable. maybe he was already married. suggested she take her time, not accept a key to his home after seven days of knowing him. all pretending to be happy for her, and yet all secretly thinking that this just couldn't be real. they dubbed him Mr. Too Good To Be True.
haters.
his mouth was moving, angrily. she tried to hear him above the ire ringing in her ears, but only caught key words. bitch. hoe. triflin.
she heard those loudly. clearly. saw the spittle droplets fling forcefully from his bottom lip and become obscure on the wet ground. she looked down at her left hand. the diamond engagement ring shone against the lone streetlight, proving it was worthy of its $15,000 price tag.
her mouth curved into a nostalgic smile, as the day returned to her when he'd choked out the words "i want to marry you." he was so nervous that day. so full of love for her. so genuinely happy when she'd kissed his mouth and said yes. her smile curved a little more.
she looked back up at him, those eyes still telling her he was at the brink.
her own were cloudy. could barely see through the tears. she didn't bother looking down at her hand again, just kept her stare on his dilated pupils. those dark irises, glaring at her, daring her to make any sudden move.
she looked down at the spot on his waist where she knew his gun resided. the gun he had a legal right to carry wherever he went. the gun he wasn't supposed to have on him while intoxicated. she knew every nut, bolt and curve as if it were her own.
she thought about earlier that evening, when she'd suggested he leave his 'baby' at home. this was a celebratory night. he would be drunk before eleven. he'd laughed at her. he never went anywhere without it.
she smiled again.
"fuck you. and fuck this ring."
in one swift motion, she slipped the ring off and threw it with all her might, into the darkness of the parking lot. fuck him. the alcohol polluting her blood stream told her she meant it with everything inside her.
something snapped. broke loose. those eyes raged, turned dark.
the first blow found her face on the ground, the dirty pavement kissing up at her aggressively. she turned over, saw that familiar steel. saw those raging eyes. tried to close her's and envision a nice summer's day. didn't want those aphotic irises to be the last thing she saw.
she was too late.
she's so flyy: on wet pavement
I Feared......
I feared being alone
Until I learned to like Myself.
I feared failure
Until I realized that I only Fail when I don't try.
I feared success
Until I realized That I had to try In order to be happy With myself.
I feared people's opinions
Until I learned that People would have opinions About me anyway.
I feared rejection
Until I learned to Have faith in myself.
I feared pain
Until I learned that it's necessary For growth.
I feared the truth
Until I saw the Ugliness in lies.
I feared life
Until I experienced Its beauty.
I feared death
Until I realized that it's Not an end, but a beginning.
I feared my destiny
Until I realized that I had the power to change My life.
I feared hate
Until I saw that it Was nothing more than Ignorance.
I feared love
Until it touched my heart, Making the darkness fade Into endless sunny days.
I feared ridicule
Until I learned how To laugh at myself.
I feared growing old
Until I realized that I gained wisdom every day.
I feared the future
Until I realized that Life just kept getting Better.
I feared the past
Until I realized that It could no longer hurt me.
I feared the dark
Until I saw the beauty Of the starlight
Until I learned to like Myself.
I feared failure
Until I realized that I only Fail when I don't try.
I feared success
Until I realized That I had to try In order to be happy With myself.
I feared people's opinions
Until I learned that People would have opinions About me anyway.
I feared rejection
Until I learned to Have faith in myself.
I feared pain
Until I learned that it's necessary For growth.
I feared the truth
Until I saw the Ugliness in lies.
I feared life
Until I experienced Its beauty.
I feared death
Until I realized that it's Not an end, but a beginning.
I feared my destiny
Until I realized that I had the power to change My life.
I feared hate
Until I saw that it Was nothing more than Ignorance.
I feared love
Until it touched my heart, Making the darkness fade Into endless sunny days.
I feared ridicule
Until I learned how To laugh at myself.
I feared growing old
Until I realized that I gained wisdom every day.
I feared the future
Until I realized that Life just kept getting Better.
I feared the past
Until I realized that It could no longer hurt me.
I feared the dark
Until I saw the beauty Of the starlight
I promise myself
To be so strong that nothing
can disturb your peace of mind.
To talk health, happiness, and prosperity
to every person you meet.
To make all your friends feel
that there is something in them
To look at the sunny side of everything
and make your optimism come true.
To think only the best, to work only for the best,
and to expect only the best.
To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others
as you are about your own.
To forget the mistakes of the past
and press on to the greater achievements of the future.
To wear a cheerful countenance at all times
and give every living creature you meet a smile.
To give so much time to the improvement of yourself
that you have no time to criticize others.
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear,
and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.
To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world,
not in loud words but great deeds.
To live in faith that the whole world is on your side
so long as you are true to the best that is in you.”
― Christian D. Larson,
Promise, I Promise
psst ... pass it on
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine. Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blind side you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't know.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave it before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess around too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, buy be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine. Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blind side you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't know.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave it before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess around too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, buy be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
He thinks she'll never leave. But she's drowning. He's more than she can take. Exhausted and broken, gasping for air, she turns away. She's been up and down so many times, she doesn't know if she'll resurface if she goes under again. Her survival instinct takes over. She locks all the doors. She ignores his cries. She knows she must let him go in order to save herself.
Happy New Year ***throws confetti***
I am not making any new year resolutions, I am making life reaffirmations. I affirm that I will:
Love hard.
Laugh often
Look for the bright side
Not hold grudges
Be thankful for the simple things
Live simply and fully
Enjoy each day like it was my last.
Pray more
Enjoy my seasons of love.
Love hard.
Laugh often
Look for the bright side
Not hold grudges
Be thankful for the simple things
Live simply and fully
Enjoy each day like it was my last.
Pray more
Enjoy my seasons of love.
Sometimes we begin to fall for the person who has been our rock during a hard time, someone we have known for years, someone that we feel comfortable with for various reasons such as: they have respected boundaries and really stuck around without any expectations other than to just be there for you when all you needed was a friend, they know some of your best and worst qualities and still want to be around you, they have heard the stories both good and bad and do not pass judgment on you, and they are already familiar with your personality strengths and weakness and understand you pretty well, so it is not surprising that one day you might wake up and see your friend in a new light.
So what now?
“To think, all those years of dating the wrong guys and the right one was under your nose the whole time”
So what now?
“To think, all those years of dating the wrong guys and the right one was under your nose the whole time”
The Power of Me
Current mood: artistic
There is a power that I possess.
I have realised that how I meander through life depends entirely on my perception, my dependence on God, my thinking.
The Power of ME.
I can only depend completely on me to believe in myself.
Only I can have hope for me.
I am the one who faces my trials and I have to pool my resources and find the strength to get through.
Only I can push myself - no one can do that for me.
I am the only one who truly feels and knows the ins and outs of my situation.
I have the choice to either be beaten down or to find it somewhere in the deep dark abyss of despair to believe and be resilient.
There is this power and I can either claim it or not .... but that is entirely my decision
There is a power that I possess.
I have realised that how I meander through life depends entirely on my perception, my dependence on God, my thinking.
The Power of ME.
I can only depend completely on me to believe in myself.
Only I can have hope for me.
I am the one who faces my trials and I have to pool my resources and find the strength to get through.
Only I can push myself - no one can do that for me.
I am the only one who truly feels and knows the ins and outs of my situation.
I have the choice to either be beaten down or to find it somewhere in the deep dark abyss of despair to believe and be resilient.
There is this power and I can either claim it or not .... but that is entirely my decision
Starting this day
Current mood: determined
It's amazing how different one's life can be from one day to the next...
We go through the motions with the hopes of finding contentment at the very least! When you are young you dream about the life you want but it never occurs to you that it won't turn out that way. It is up to you to dream your own fairy tale and take control of your destiny.
Starting this day, I will think selfishly.
Starting this day, I will not let any one dictate my life.
Starting this day, I am my own woman.
It's amazing how different one's life can be from one day to the next...
We go through the motions with the hopes of finding contentment at the very least! When you are young you dream about the life you want but it never occurs to you that it won't turn out that way. It is up to you to dream your own fairy tale and take control of your destiny.
Starting this day, I will think selfishly.
Starting this day, I will not let any one dictate my life.
Starting this day, I am my own woman.
One day
...you will be next in line for {insert major life event}.
...you will have your own house & make whatever rules you want.
...he will realize what he's missing out on.
...you will forget how crappy of a day that you're having.
...you will see that all your sacrifices were all worth it.
...you will see all of your hard work pay off.
...you will look back and realize things worked out for the best.
...you will have your own house & make whatever rules you want.
...he will realize what he's missing out on.
...you will forget how crappy of a day that you're having.
...you will see that all your sacrifices were all worth it.
...you will see all of your hard work pay off.
...you will look back and realize things worked out for the best.
Good Black Men
Good Black Men are indeed all around us. We pass them on the streets, in the malls, and the halls at work. Most we can’t see because we don’t know what a good man really looks like. He usually isn’t flashy enough or rich enough to turn our heads. He might not wear a suit or push a Lexus. He might not have a body like Tyson with a Denzel face. But, as you mature, you realize it’s better to find someone who’s got your back rather than someone who turns your head.
A good man doesn’t agree wholeheartedly with everything you say. He doesn’t just tell you what you want to hear and do the opposite. He doesn’t declare how sensitive, sweet, caring, sincere, etc. he is (he won’t have to because it shows). He has his own opinions and yours may clash, but he doesn’t have to degrade you to prove he’s right. He even admits at times to being wrong, especially if you are willing to do the same.
A good man is not going to meet every item on your checklist. He is human with frailties and faults mixed in with all of his wonderful, strong attributes. He needs your love and respect. He needs to feel that you don’t live to catch him doing something wrong so you can declare, “Aha! I knew you were a dog!”
A good man isn’t insecure about his woman having great achievements. In fact, he is her number one supporter and becomes disappointed with her when she begins to lose herself, especially for the sake of not hurting his feelings, or only wanting to make him happy. His happiness comes with seeing her excel in her dreams and accomplishing her goals. For as she excels and is exalted, a good woman will bring her good man right along with her.
A good man doesn’t necessarily give you a huge birthday or Valentine’s gift. He shows his love in the ways that are comfortable to him. Don’t judge him by TV standards. No one is really living a fairy tale. You’ll miss out on your own fairy tale by buying into the myth that our men are no good. It’s just not true.
A good black man is a man of his word. He says what he means and means what he says. His word is his bond. He never leaves you wondering if he is going to call or show up - he is dependable. A good black man has a love and a heart for God. As his relationship and love with and for God grows so will his relationship and love with and for you grow…Our beautiful black men we salute you, appreciate you and thank you for who you are and all you’ve done.
-author unknown
Conceptual. Factual. Me.
I can honestly and truly say that I am finding my happy place. It was there all along, I just had to choose to be am happy. If given a choice between happiness and sadness, I'm sure you would choose to be happy too, but will you? Do you?
I now realize that for me to become who I am, I had to first experience what I am not. I had to endure pain and discomfort to desire happiness and security. If I hadn't been tested by the trials of life, I would be complacent and never desire growth or change on a physical level or a spiritual level. Let me be the first to tell you, life has dished out some tough experiences that had my soul trapped in hell and kept me sobbing profusely.
What has changed? My perspective. My experiences have been there to show me who it is that I really am. It took realizing this to escape from my self tormenting hell. I have broken the shackles of my soul from the ball and chain of my mind. I am now free to experience living without feeling like the world is out to get me. I am now free to make choices between two things without feeling that one is right or wrong. I now look at things by what it will do to help me grow as a person in order to experience all that life has to offer me, rather than what worldy desires I can gain out of it. I spend my days searching to discover and rediscover who I am and who I want to be.
I like to say that I'm a girl who is habitually vague. Somewhat accomplished. Somewhat a failure. Gave birth to a pyschic and a hell raiser, and sometimes it looks like I'm in complete control.
But really Who am I? I am a fountain of knowledge. I am unique and intriguing. I am curious and searching. I am a student, a mother, a daughter, a friend, a confidant, a survivor, and a teacher. I am honest and real. I am a great person. I am in love with myself. I am enjoying life. I am aware of my being. I am in tune with my soul. I am engaged with life. I am fond of pain. I am interested in hurt. I am enthrawled with risk. I am challenged by anger. I am relentless against denial. I am capable of anything. I am eagar for the future. I am hopeful for everyone. I am excited by experience. I am pleased with my growth. I live. I love. I learn. Who do I want to be? The best me I possibly can! Nothing more, nothing less!
I am forever learning. I am an expression of God.
I now realize that for me to become who I am, I had to first experience what I am not. I had to endure pain and discomfort to desire happiness and security. If I hadn't been tested by the trials of life, I would be complacent and never desire growth or change on a physical level or a spiritual level. Let me be the first to tell you, life has dished out some tough experiences that had my soul trapped in hell and kept me sobbing profusely.
What has changed? My perspective. My experiences have been there to show me who it is that I really am. It took realizing this to escape from my self tormenting hell. I have broken the shackles of my soul from the ball and chain of my mind. I am now free to experience living without feeling like the world is out to get me. I am now free to make choices between two things without feeling that one is right or wrong. I now look at things by what it will do to help me grow as a person in order to experience all that life has to offer me, rather than what worldy desires I can gain out of it. I spend my days searching to discover and rediscover who I am and who I want to be.
I like to say that I'm a girl who is habitually vague. Somewhat accomplished. Somewhat a failure. Gave birth to a pyschic and a hell raiser, and sometimes it looks like I'm in complete control.
But really Who am I? I am a fountain of knowledge. I am unique and intriguing. I am curious and searching. I am a student, a mother, a daughter, a friend, a confidant, a survivor, and a teacher. I am honest and real. I am a great person. I am in love with myself. I am enjoying life. I am aware of my being. I am in tune with my soul. I am engaged with life. I am fond of pain. I am interested in hurt. I am enthrawled with risk. I am challenged by anger. I am relentless against denial. I am capable of anything. I am eagar for the future. I am hopeful for everyone. I am excited by experience. I am pleased with my growth. I live. I love. I learn. Who do I want to be? The best me I possibly can! Nothing more, nothing less!
I am forever learning. I am an expression of God.
Thank you, Heath...
Thank you for portraying The Joker as he was meant to be portrayed.
Thank you for breaking away from the campy, comic character as previously represented by Jack Nicholson in the movies and Cesar Romero on television.
Instead, you presented to us The Joker as he was meant to be represented- a sociopathic, sadistic, damaged soul at war with the world after making peace with his demons - a man who fell into the abyss of madness and found it far too comfortable to bother finding his way out.
I hope you've found that peace you were looking for.
Bravo.
Be Someone
Be someone who listens, and you will be heard. Be someone who cares,
and you will be loved. Be someone who gives, and you will be blessed. Be
someone who comforts, and you will know peace.
Be someone who genuinely seeks to understand, and you will be wise. Be
someone kind, someone considerate, and you will be admired. Be someone
who values truth, and you will be respected. Be someone who takes
action, and you will move life forward.
Be someone who lifts others higher, and your life will be rich. Be someone
filled with gratitude, and there will be no end to the things for which
you'll be thankful.
Be someone who lives with joy, with purpose, as your own light brightly
shines. Be, in every moment, the special someone you are truly meant to
be.
-- Ralph Marston
and you will be loved. Be someone who gives, and you will be blessed. Be
someone who comforts, and you will know peace.
Be someone who genuinely seeks to understand, and you will be wise. Be
someone kind, someone considerate, and you will be admired. Be someone
who values truth, and you will be respected. Be someone who takes
action, and you will move life forward.
Be someone who lifts others higher, and your life will be rich. Be someone
filled with gratitude, and there will be no end to the things for which
you'll be thankful.
Be someone who lives with joy, with purpose, as your own light brightly
shines. Be, in every moment, the special someone you are truly meant to
be.
-- Ralph Marston
Diary of a Mad Black Woman
I love this movie I love this movie. Funny as hell, but also good for the soul. A few of my favourite lines:
"WIRE HANGERS!!!!!!!!!" - Madea
"I'm not bitter! I'm mad as hell!" - Helen
"... the strength God gave women to survive. You just haven't tapped into it yet." - Myrtie Jean
"... I'm finding myself smiling and laughing. I'm finding myself... wait, that's it. I'm finding myself." - Helen
"Why you being so mean, woman?" "Why you being so NICE, man?" - Orlando and Helen
"The key is to be tough, not hard." - Orlando
"Love is stronger than any addiction. Hell, it is one." - Madea
"I do know I can love you past your pain." - Orlando
"Just wake up in the morning. That's all you have to do. And I'll take it from there..." - Orlando
"I'm going to let you sit here for a few days and think about what I said." Helen to paralyzed Charles in his wheelchair
"When somebody hurt you they take power over you. You don't forgive them, they keep that power." Myrtie Jean
"You think you over something? You thing you're ready to get on with your life? This is how you really find out if you're over someone: If you get the opportunity to get even with someone and you don't take it, then you're over it. But if you don't. And you beat the hell outta him, you ain't over it yet." - Madea
"God has the power to show you who's God." - Charles
"No matter what you're going through. Take it to the Master, and he'll see you right on through." - Choir
"Gentle as doves, but wise as serpents." - Tyler Perry
"Sometimes we hold on to the things that God himself is trying to tear apart." - Tyler Perry
"Helen, if I'm away from you for more than an hour, I can't stop thinking about you. I carry you in my spirit. I pray for you more than I pray for myself. I've got it so bad for you I'd... I'd go to the grocery store and buy your feminine products, I swear I would." - Orlando
"I know you don't believe in fairy tales. But, if you did, I'd want to be your knight in shining armor. You've been through so much. I don't want to see you hurt anymore. Now I may not be able to give you all that your used to. But I do know I can love you past your pain. I don't want you to worry about anything. You just wake up in the morning, that's all you have to do and I'll take it from there. There's one condition. You have to be my wife." Orlando to Helen
"Signed a Mad Black Woman"
I love this movie I love this movie I love this movie I love this movie
"WIRE HANGERS!!!!!!!!!" - Madea
"I'm not bitter! I'm mad as hell!" - Helen
"... the strength God gave women to survive. You just haven't tapped into it yet." - Myrtie Jean
"... I'm finding myself smiling and laughing. I'm finding myself... wait, that's it. I'm finding myself." - Helen
"Why you being so mean, woman?" "Why you being so NICE, man?" - Orlando and Helen
"The key is to be tough, not hard." - Orlando
"Love is stronger than any addiction. Hell, it is one." - Madea
"I do know I can love you past your pain." - Orlando
"Just wake up in the morning. That's all you have to do. And I'll take it from there..." - Orlando
"I'm going to let you sit here for a few days and think about what I said." Helen to paralyzed Charles in his wheelchair
"When somebody hurt you they take power over you. You don't forgive them, they keep that power." Myrtie Jean
"You think you over something? You thing you're ready to get on with your life? This is how you really find out if you're over someone: If you get the opportunity to get even with someone and you don't take it, then you're over it. But if you don't. And you beat the hell outta him, you ain't over it yet." - Madea
"God has the power to show you who's God." - Charles
"No matter what you're going through. Take it to the Master, and he'll see you right on through." - Choir
"Gentle as doves, but wise as serpents." - Tyler Perry
"Sometimes we hold on to the things that God himself is trying to tear apart." - Tyler Perry
"Helen, if I'm away from you for more than an hour, I can't stop thinking about you. I carry you in my spirit. I pray for you more than I pray for myself. I've got it so bad for you I'd... I'd go to the grocery store and buy your feminine products, I swear I would." - Orlando
"I know you don't believe in fairy tales. But, if you did, I'd want to be your knight in shining armor. You've been through so much. I don't want to see you hurt anymore. Now I may not be able to give you all that your used to. But I do know I can love you past your pain. I don't want you to worry about anything. You just wake up in the morning, that's all you have to do and I'll take it from there. There's one condition. You have to be my wife." Orlando to Helen
"Signed a Mad Black Woman"
I love this movie I love this movie I love this movie I love this movie
I’m more sure that certain things happen for a reason. Sometimes doors are closed on opportunities for the better and windows are opened. With some things I have to take charge and seek it full heartedly. Other things I have to wait until the time is right for me. There is reasons for everything I believe. I know God has a plan. It might not be as I thought it would be and it might not be like everyone else’s, but it will be in my favor in the end.
i know it. i feel it.
i know it. i feel it.
As he gets older, our relationship is evolving. His personality and his will are getting more pronounced. We have our private inside jokes and then serious as a judge moments when he hurts my feelings with his insensitity. It's like he's my man or something sometimes! (shame)
but at such a young age, I'm already seeing in him this beautiful manchild full of complexity and innocence. It's beautiful and scary to watch.
Dear God, Thank you for another year of blessings, peace and love with my child
but at such a young age, I'm already seeing in him this beautiful manchild full of complexity and innocence. It's beautiful and scary to watch.
Dear God, Thank you for another year of blessings, peace and love with my child
Lov3 Lik3 by Shihan
It feels so good to be excited about someone again ... even if it doesn't work out, it feels good to get a glimpse of love and that feeling because sometimes, well, we simply forget what it's like.
Found a poet (Shihan) that I absolutely fell in "Love" with hope you like him too '-)
I want a love like me thinking of you thinking of me
thinking of you type love,
or me telling my friends more than I've ever admitted to
myself about how I feel about you type love,
or hating how jealous you are, but loving how much you
want me all to your self type love,
or seeing how your first name just sounds so good next to my last name,
and shit, I wanted to see how far I could get without
calling you, and I barely made it out of my garage.
See, I want a love that makes me wait until she falls
asleep then wonder if she's dreaming about us being in love
type love,
or who loves the other more,
or what she's doing at this exact moment,
or slow dancing in the middle of our apartment to the
music of our hearts, closing my eyes and imagining how a love like this could just hurt so much when she's not there.
Shit, I love not knowing where this love is headed type love.
And check this, I want to place those little post-it notes
all around the house so she never forgets how much I love her type love then not have enough ink in my pen to write all there is to love about her type love.
Hope that I make her feel as good as she makes me feel, I want her to distract me from whatever I'm doing type love
and I want to deal with my friends making fun of me the
way I made fun of them when they went through the same kind of love type love.
Only difference is this is one of those real love type loves.
and just like in high school, I want to spend hours on the phone with her not saying shit,
then fall asleep and wake up with HER right next to me,
and smell her all up in my covers type love
I want to try counting the ways I love her, and then
lose count in the middle just so that I have to start all
over again type love
I want to celebrate one of those month anniversaries even
though they ain't really anniversaries, but doin' it just
cause it makes her happy type love.
And I want to break down the time we spend together into seconds just so it sounds lilke we spend more time together type love
And check this, I want to fall in love with the melody the
phone plays when her number is dialed into it type loves
and then talk to her until I lose my breath, she leaves me breathless, but with the expanding of my lungs I inhale all of her back into me
I want a love that makes me need to change my cell phone calling plan to something that allows me to talk to her longer
because, in all honesty, I want to avoid one of them high cell phone bill type loves.
I want a love that makes me regret how small my hands are
I mean the lines on my palms don't give me enough time to love her as long as I'd like to type loves,
and I want a love that makes me st-st-st-st-stutter just thinking
about how strong this love is type love.
I want a love that makes me want to cut off all my hair...
Well, maybe not all of the hair
maybe just cut the split ends and trim my mustache, but
it will still be a symbol of how strong my love is for her.
And check this, I kinda feel comfortable now, so I can tell y'all this: I even be fantasizing about walking out on a green light just dying to get hit by a car just so I could lose my memory
get transported to some third world country just to get treated then somehow meet up again with you so that I could fall in love with you in a different language to see if it still feels the same type love.
I want a love that's as unexplainable as she is, but I'm married, so she is going to be the one that I share this love with.
Found a poet (Shihan) that I absolutely fell in "Love" with hope you like him too '-)
I want a love like me thinking of you thinking of me
thinking of you type love,
or me telling my friends more than I've ever admitted to
myself about how I feel about you type love,
or hating how jealous you are, but loving how much you
want me all to your self type love,
or seeing how your first name just sounds so good next to my last name,
and shit, I wanted to see how far I could get without
calling you, and I barely made it out of my garage.
See, I want a love that makes me wait until she falls
asleep then wonder if she's dreaming about us being in love
type love,
or who loves the other more,
or what she's doing at this exact moment,
or slow dancing in the middle of our apartment to the
music of our hearts, closing my eyes and imagining how a love like this could just hurt so much when she's not there.
Shit, I love not knowing where this love is headed type love.
And check this, I want to place those little post-it notes
all around the house so she never forgets how much I love her type love then not have enough ink in my pen to write all there is to love about her type love.
Hope that I make her feel as good as she makes me feel, I want her to distract me from whatever I'm doing type love
and I want to deal with my friends making fun of me the
way I made fun of them when they went through the same kind of love type love.
Only difference is this is one of those real love type loves.
and just like in high school, I want to spend hours on the phone with her not saying shit,
then fall asleep and wake up with HER right next to me,
and smell her all up in my covers type love
I want to try counting the ways I love her, and then
lose count in the middle just so that I have to start all
over again type love
I want to celebrate one of those month anniversaries even
though they ain't really anniversaries, but doin' it just
cause it makes her happy type love.
And I want to break down the time we spend together into seconds just so it sounds lilke we spend more time together type love
And check this, I want to fall in love with the melody the
phone plays when her number is dialed into it type loves
and then talk to her until I lose my breath, she leaves me breathless, but with the expanding of my lungs I inhale all of her back into me
I want a love that makes me need to change my cell phone calling plan to something that allows me to talk to her longer
because, in all honesty, I want to avoid one of them high cell phone bill type loves.
I want a love that makes me regret how small my hands are
I mean the lines on my palms don't give me enough time to love her as long as I'd like to type loves,
and I want a love that makes me st-st-st-st-stutter just thinking
about how strong this love is type love.
I want a love that makes me want to cut off all my hair...
Well, maybe not all of the hair
maybe just cut the split ends and trim my mustache, but
it will still be a symbol of how strong my love is for her.
And check this, I kinda feel comfortable now, so I can tell y'all this: I even be fantasizing about walking out on a green light just dying to get hit by a car just so I could lose my memory
get transported to some third world country just to get treated then somehow meet up again with you so that I could fall in love with you in a different language to see if it still feels the same type love.
I want a love that's as unexplainable as she is, but I'm married, so she is going to be the one that I share this love with.
don't lie
Never lie to yourself. And never lie about yourself.
When I was younger, I would lie all the time about the way that I felt. I would tell people that I was perfectly fine when I wasn't. I would tell people that I did something that I really didn't do just to look more likable.
Now, I just feel that if you lie about yourself then you lose who you are ....
.... and who you are is the most precious thing you have.
When I was younger, I would lie all the time about the way that I felt. I would tell people that I was perfectly fine when I wasn't. I would tell people that I did something that I really didn't do just to look more likable.
Now, I just feel that if you lie about yourself then you lose who you are ....
.... and who you are is the most precious thing you have.
The Ice Melts
My purpose is to live my most delicious life possible. My life is a gift and what I do with it will be my gift to life in return. I am a new woman today and the best is coming right now.
I am extraordinary. Previously I suspected this fact, but I know it now to be the unmistakable truth. I AM SO BEAUTIFUL---'tis I know!~
I exist for a reason.
I am reborn today, and again tomorrow. I cast off victim-hood and walk forward into a blindingly bright future filled with fulfilled promise. Kindred souls who recognize this new me may join me on this journey. Those who fear this change may watch. I see my dreams and goals already fulfilled and I claim them. And so it is, as for this I am so grateful.
"I do not propose to write an ode to dejection, but to brag as lustily as chanticleer in the morning, standing on his roost, if only to wake my neighbors up." my homie, Thoreau
I am extraordinary. Previously I suspected this fact, but I know it now to be the unmistakable truth. I AM SO BEAUTIFUL---'tis I know!~
I exist for a reason.
I am reborn today, and again tomorrow. I cast off victim-hood and walk forward into a blindingly bright future filled with fulfilled promise. Kindred souls who recognize this new me may join me on this journey. Those who fear this change may watch. I see my dreams and goals already fulfilled and I claim them. And so it is, as for this I am so grateful.
"I do not propose to write an ode to dejection, but to brag as lustily as chanticleer in the morning, standing on his roost, if only to wake my neighbors up." my homie, Thoreau
Today’s Torture Tomorrow’s Laughter
Sitting in a crowded room
She's surrounded but unseen
Smiling with her eyes
She's laughing to mask an inner scream.
AT LAST
I am
: Speaking positive
: Dealing with my issues regardless
: Going to ignore the silent "I can't" and continuously shout "I CAN"
: Not talking about him
: Walking away
: Not going to worry about money
: Free to let go of past disappointments and hurt
: Not focussing on what I do not have or what I did not do
: Stopping to see the real beauty in me
: Not obsessing over my stomach, butt, breasts or thighs
: Proud to be me
: Creating my own destiny
: Sexy
Can I get an Amen "-)
: Speaking positive
: Dealing with my issues regardless
: Going to ignore the silent "I can't" and continuously shout "I CAN"
: Not talking about him
: Walking away
: Not going to worry about money
: Free to let go of past disappointments and hurt
: Not focussing on what I do not have or what I did not do
: Stopping to see the real beauty in me
: Not obsessing over my stomach, butt, breasts or thighs
: Proud to be me
: Creating my own destiny
: Sexy
Can I get an Amen "-)
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