Here is what I’ve been spinning -- home, car, and office for the past 4 months...
Diana Krall – The Look of Love
Jane Monheit – Come with Me
Miles Davis – Kind of Blue
Seal - Human Being, Seal IV, and Seal 1994
Stacy Kent – Close Your Eyes
Stacy Kent – Let Yourself Go
Stacy Kent – The Tender Trap
The Ditty Bops – The Ditty Bops
Thelonius Monk with John Coltrane
Various Artists - Society of Singers Presents: Great Voices, Great Songs
Various Artists – St. Germain des Pres Café II
I’ve come to the realization that some of the people I’ve been spending time with are not so f*cking interesting after all. They surround themselves with attention-grabbing people, not just for the entertainment lively folks provide, but also to hide just how dull they really are.
They are purely interesting by association.
...since someone asked
1. Sexy
2. Uninhibited in bed
3. Clean shaven
4. Dominant
5. Adventurous
6. Neat and clean
7. Even tempered
8. Likes to travel
9. Kind to children
10. Kind to animals
11. Positive attitude
12. Courageous
13. Likes food and wine
14. Likes nature
15. Educated
16. Not foul mouthed
17. Laid back, but still fun
18. Honest
19. Communicative
20. Monogamous
21. Articulate
22. High morals
23. Reliable
24. Generous
25. Competitive
Economic Left/Right: 4.25
Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: 3.23
Check your Political Compass here.
We all have some b*tch about us – some have a little more than others.
It all boils down to making sure YOUR needs are met
The b*tch often rears its head when we feel vulnerable, cheated, or challenged.
…or just plain old hormonal.
The b*tch also reveals itself when we are not happy with things in our life -- presenting itself to “fix” things -- the first step to making change.
Sometimes we leave the b*tch out for a while too long after “fixing” things. Sometimes we decide to keep the b*tch around full time – especially if the b*tch is needed in our workplace since oftentimes, it’s the b*tch that keeps us on top and in charge.
It’s your b*tch and your decision where you want to keep it in your life. So what if folks are intimidated and oftentimes annoyed?
You control your b*tch -- don't let anyone else tell you how to do so.
I admit I have a strong attraction to a well dressed man (preferably tailored suit) driving a nice Range Rover. As for the suit, I like the sexy and serious look. It gives off a certain power. As for the Range Rover, as with the suit, it’s sexy and gives off a certain power. It also shows some sense of responsibility cause it aint cheap to maintain a Range. Bonus -- you can also take the b*tch off road for performance like no other, while enjoying the quiet calm inside -- luxury and superior performance both on and off road, kinda like I like my men.
Wait.
*where was I going with this*
OH – with that said, let me clarify that while I have a weakness for a well dressed man in a Range, I am NOT a car/truck wh*re.
However, this morning, I took a second look at the Cadillac XLR. And a third look.
See, I didn’t know Cadillac made a convertible (I know – all late and wrong, right?). I am not into Cadys, but this car made even the damned there 70 year old driver look magnificent as he nodded, motioned his mouth to blow a kiss at me, and smiled; looking as virile as a man my age.
I’m now thinking confidence from either the car or Viagra provided the balls for him to act so boldly.
But at that moment, he’d caught be off guard -- so, I nodded, blushed, looked away and made a quick dash to my car thinking “I bet you smell like moth balls, but damn daddy, if I didn’t know any better I’d think your gun was really loaded with your old sexy self”.
Peter Jennings was one of my favorite journalists, and a great man. I’ve watched him all of my life. I will very much miss his presence and will forever hear his voice wishing me a good night at the close of World News Tonight.
From elsewhere – verry interesting. Worth sharing.
Stiletto Philosophy is the idea that a woman does not have to relinquish her femininity to succeed. A woman can be strong and well educated and powerful and still be a lady. She does not have to cut her hair into the Power-Bob; she does not have to go by masculinated nicknames such as Alex or Chris or Joe; she does not have to show up to the office wearing shoulder-pads in her suit jacket; and she does not have to wear sensible shoes to erase her sexuality just to get respect.
This is not to say that all women should go teetering around in four-inch spikes about the workplace. Stiletto Philosophy is a state of mind. It is about a woman not subduing her feminine aspects to conform to a male-dominated society or workplace. She can be a strongly opinionated woman without being labeled a b*tch. She is never the Little Lady. She does not devour men, but considers them her equals. She makes her own life choices and commands respect for them. The stiletto is the representation of an independent woman making no apologies for being female and all the qualities that go along with femininity.
Whether a woman prefers Nikes, Birkenstocks, Doc Martens, or Manolo Blahniks, she maintains Stiletto Philosophy simply by knowing herself and being true. No contrition, no regrets, no compromise. Men adore her and women want to be her. She is sexy and brazen and womanly through self-sufficiency, courage, strength, and integrity… through the power of her own Stiletto Philosophy.
That’s right. I said/typed it.
I know that many women are catty towards one another, but many sista’s have declared all out war on one another.
Pettiness is the preferred weapon. And the pettiness oftentimes packs the power of a .50 Desert Eagle.
I’m so wary of other sisters I havent befriend one in ages. I just cant deal with the drama.
It might appear that some sista’s have a bond, but more often than not, in reality – two words. Cut throat.
Sisterhood? Whatever.
Sista’s eat their own.
I hate my uterus.
It’s retroverted.
You can have it if you pay to have it removed.
I was scared sh*tless watching The Sixth Sense last night – on regular television.
I’m bloated.
My back hurts.
My stomach hurts.
My side hurts.
I hate my uterus - I realize that at some point, its only function will be to simply house and nurture fibroids.
I need a heating pad.
I’m a fire breathing b*tch.
I have insomnia.
I need a MAJOR orgasm to release this energy.
I wish they made liquid Midol. It’s taking waaay too long for this sh*t to work.
Whose idea was it to make a plug without an applicator? This has to be one of the most disgusting things to use. They say beggars can’t be choosey, but when my coworker gave me an OB, I politely turned up my nose and responded – no thank you… and promptly went to the blind guy to get some good old fashioned Tampax plugs with the ol' trusty uncomfortable cardboard applicator.
Its all just fuggin disgusting. I hate my uterus.
At times like this I really wish I were born with a penis.
Why hold the phone if the conversation is going no where? Just hang up -- why hold the phone if irritated? Why hold the phone if you are certain negotiations won’t end in your favor? Why bother moving the conversation to a close? Is it worth your time and energy? If not, just hang up.
Hang up on your partner. Just hang up -- especially if communications have escalated to the listening to respond stage, as opposed to the listening to hear stage. Nothing you say at that point matters anyway, so why waste your time and energy? Call back later or just wait for them to call once they have recharged the brain cells of reason, and see things the only way they should – YOUR WAY. If you can’t bring your arse home, there are only so many ways to explain that you are just bored and feeling nagged to death. Just hang up.
Hang up on your former partner. Just hang up. No need to catch up on things. They are oftentimes not good enough for friendship if they couldn’t act right while getting all the extras. Think about all of the things you didn’t like about this person and don’t for a second forget them. They likely outweighed things you liked about them. You have likely wasted more time with this person, so why go further? If they haven’t gotten a better piece since you, just let them go and think about how dumb they are for screwing up or just becoming plain old boring. Just hang up.
Hang up on your coworker. Just hang up – especially if your coworker does not intend to provide the deliverable you want or need. Ask a final time if they will give you what you are requesting. If the answer is no, your time and energy should be used to contact someone else to complete the task, or just do it yourself. Just leave them wondering if not helping will prevent them from moving forward in the firm. Just hang up.
Hang up on telemarketers. Just hang up. Don’t bother to say you are not interested. The click should be response enough. You probably have enough useless sh*t at your home. Just hang up.
Hang up on schedulers. Just hang up – but, if calling for a restaurant reservation, remember to ask for the reservation without telling them your name, and call from a blocked number. If the snotty little bastards won’t let you push your way in for those last minute lunch or dinner reservations screw then. Don’t say thank you. The same applies for medical and home repair appointments. You should probably cut back on eating out anyhow; whatever is ailing could probably be remedied with a strong drink instead; and, duct tape fixes everything. Just hang up.
Hang up on chatty friends who call during work hours. Just hang up. They should understand - especially if you hung out the night before. As long as you are almost pleasant after-hours, they should be fine with the during the day click. You have a long enough list of people to act pleasantly towards during the day. Call them back once you get in the car after work. If they don’t understand, they are not your friend anyhow -- so to hell with them. Just hang up.
Hang up on your parents. Just hang up – especially if you are over thirty. You should hang up even more so if you don’t particularly care for your parents. You no longer have to deal with their nagging, because at that age, you are going to do exactly what you want to do regardless of their advice. They had enough time to mold you and if they didn’t do things right before the age of 30, they should find someone else to bother. Your damage already done – let them try to rectify what they screwed up with you with a grandchild. If you are still bedwetting, it won’t stop at this age – professional help is needed. Just hang up.
I bought a pair of pantyhose from a blind cashier.
Being my impatient self, I walked to the counter, and put the hose on the counter (while typing on one Blackberry and talking on the other) not realizing he was blind.
… So, when he asked how much they were I felt irritated and told him snappily (thinking to myself for f*cks sake, he should just take a look at the f*cking price tag on the packaging, and ring up my sh*t) and then reached out my hand with cash for payment.
He reached out and took the cash.
I looked up from my Blackberry and finally noticed his handicap. I stopped emailing and told my caller I would call again later.
I then told him how much cash I gave to him and waited for change. I took a long hard look and noticed some disfigurement in his eyes.
We thanked one another and then he warned me that a woman had just returned a pair because they were snagged.
I took time to explain to him that most hose just don’t arrive snagged and it takes the person who is trying to put them on to damage them. I then added that since the hose were reasonably priced, the buyer should expect to use extra care since they are not of good quality.
He thanked me.
I wished him a nice day and left the store.
I felt oddly warm and pleasant and headed off to my meeting. This encounter has been in my mind ever since.
Momentary ramblings…
I know it’s said that patience is a virtue. I don’t agree. I am generally only patient when there is substantial benefit or reward for me. I also believe too much patience is oftentimes a cloak for laziness. I’d never considered the possibility of substantial reward in taking a few extra minutes to chat with a small store cashier.
BUT
I’ve said a million times that I’m lucky if I learn something along the course of my day – it does not happen often, but a lesson was there at my blind cashier guy encounter.
Lesson: I am not sure of my lesson – I was in shock that I almost totally missed that I was being serviced by a blind man and felt… well almost ashamed. Hence, I must return again.
…end of ramblings.
The strength of the disabled amazes me. My immediate need for hose was so small in the scheme of things. I wonder what it takes for this guy to pull himself together (flawlessly, I might add) and get to the store early mornings. His self reliance and self confidence – his bravery – his strength and determination.
DISCIPLINE
I know that people live with disabilities every day, but I don’t think I could go on without my vision. And if I could, I am certain I couldn’t work a job that’s face to face with total strangers each day, AND dealing with cash!
I wondered if he has some sort of religious faith in which he pulls strength.
I wondered if he is just an evil old bastard who can and will brave any storm.
I am certain that continued blind guy encounters will provide lessons for me, with substantial benefit or reward. I have decided to visit him at least once a week to determine and master those lessons.
I mean, if all else fails, I can at the very least pick up a bunch of free sh*t right? (j/k)
To be continued...