Thanks to the Social Media Club of South Florida I am once again involved in a 30 Day Blog Challenge. The first time I tried this, I only made it to Day 3. My second attempt, Day 15. I am thinking I can make it all the way through this time. 🙂
Some of you participating I know pretty well (as well as you can know anyone online). Others, not so much. So in case you’ve been living under a rock or you don’t use social media AT ALL I thought it would be cool to tell you a little bit about me. Here goes.
I’m kind of random. My randomness is a frail attempt at my mouth trying to keep up with my mind. I am curious and hungry for knowledge. I have a open mind. I absorb everything until it has been exhausted. Then, I quickly lose interest and move on to the next thing, also known as ADHD. (Just kidding, I think)
I’m goofy. Awkward in a way, but you’d never be able to tell. I have a strange sense of humour. Sometimes I laugh at things no one else thinks is funny. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ …and dassit. I’m mildy sarcastic.
Confession: I’m prejudiced. I’ve made up my mind about you before you get through the door. I do give you a chance to prove me wrong. I rarely am. That said, I try my best to view people and situations with love and compassion. I truly and genuinely want to believe that people are doing the best they can with the cards they are dealt.
I’m very polite (or so I’ve been told). I’m not, however, afraid to offend people. I’m quite cordial to most people, even if I don’t like them. Is that hypocritical or kind?
I don’t base my future on my past. I don’t base the future of others on their past. I believe in second chances.
I’m a good girl *ahem* mostly. What is a good girl anyway? A bad girl that doesn’t get caught. Leave no evidence! 😉 I’m a good person intrinsically. I try to be.
I don’t do drugs, but oh! do I drink! Wine, mostly… or a caipirinha… or tequila… with salt & a lime… or maybe just pinapple juice. I drink. ha!
I love. I love to love. I’m open to people with good energy. I’ll befriend just about anybody. I hug and kiss!
I have a dirty mind. If there is the slightest hint of a double entendre, I’ll pick up on it in a second. I’ll talk about anything. Anything at all. Most importantly, I listen. I learn.
I’m a little blunt. I say what I think. I have a very limited filter between my mind and my mouth. Sometimes, I very limited filter between my mind and my mobile devices. Stephen King said “write drunk, edit sober.” I’m still working on the later. 😉
Stupid people annoy me. Hmm… actually, no. It’s the ignorant that people piss me off. There is too much access to information for ignorance to run as rampant as it does.
I’m perpetually in love… it really doesn’t matter what. I have the gift of seeing beauty in places no one thinks to look.
My taste in music is eclectic. I surprise people with my varied tastes. I favor hypnotic voices and enchanting melodies.
I love food. I’ll try anything once. I’ve developed a taste for spicy foods. I love fusion restaurants! My tongue dances around my mouth just thinking about it.
I pick up languages quickly. It’s my cheap parlor trick. My goal is to learn to explain contracts in at least 5. Generally, I speak Spanglish, with a sprinkle of Italian and French, and now Portuguese. During normal conversation, I will switch from English to Spanish and back again seamlessly without realizing I’ve even made the transition. Living in Miami has exacerbated my condition. I’m known for my #WEPA.
So those are some fun little facts that came to mind about me. I’d love to learn about you, too. What are some fun facts about you? I love comments. 🙂
This trip back “home” really threw off me off my game for the Social Media Club South Florida Blog Off. By this point, I would have given up… Reminds me of every time I’ve resolved to eat better and invariably, “messed up.” That ONE french fry ruined my entire diet, so why not just go ahead and eat the entire order, right? *smile* I didn’t have to do that. I could just start again… Just because we didn’t keep the diet exactly right, didn’t work out as long as we planned, or blog every day, doesn’t mean we should stop. It does not matter how slow you go, as long as you do not stop and you keep moving forward.
I walked my cheating ex-boyfriend‘s wife down the aisle and gave her away…. at least, that’s what happened in my dream.
Let me backtrack…
A few years ago, I dated a man who was essentially living a double life. I don’t know what else to call it. One where he was in a committed long-term relationship, shared a home, a life, a dog, sleepy Sundays and football with his family. The other, where he was a single philandering S.O.B. He brought women to our house when I was at work, claimed that the hair bands on the bathroom door (and any other female paraphernalia) belonged to his sister as he complained about how he is such a “nice guy” who can’t seem to find someone. He was a compulsive liar… a very convincing one at that. So much so, I’m convinced he’s a psychopath.
He was cheating on me. I wish I could tell you I didn’t know, but as women, we always know. We feel it. Guys aren’t as good at covering their tracks as they think they are. Continue reading →
Whats with you?
Have you lost the taste for my hot chocolate?
Un pisquito de miel es mi toque especial,
El que le da el colorsito que te encanta,
Y el sabor caramelito… plus a secret ingredient.
¿Si te acuerdas como te encantaba?
Developed a taste for cafe con leche.
Looks more like leche con cafe.
Bland, Blanched and Baptized,
None of the creaminess you claimed to love
About my hot, hot chocolate.
Ya no te inspiran las ventanas de mi profundo mar,
Mysteriously Deep, Intriguingly Complex,
With so much life calmly swimming underneath
My tormented surface.
Te acuerdas como te mesia dentro de mis olas fria y tibias a la vez,
Y tu feliz de embriagarte de ellas
Ahora nadas dentros de lagos azul verdozos
Aqua seafoam, algae, lagoon
A mi me parecen aguas estancadas,
Y no la calma que vez tu.
Me decias que no te gustaban las piscinas
Pero ya no nadas en las ventanas de mi profundo mar.
You stare into the horizon and miss the point completely.
Como es que te gusta tanto algo que es tan diferente a lo que yo te ofreci?
Quizas yo he cambiado mi forma de cocinar,
y tu tus gustos al nadar…
I don’t need to be teased.
Giving me just enough to appease.
Just good enough was never good enough for me. Save it.
Small quantities do not satiate,
Appetizer love leaves me hungry. Wanting more…
Little scraps will not calm the beast.
I want to feast.
I want it all.
Anything else is nothing. Nothing else will do.
I received an email earlier this week from a guy asking for relationship advice. It started something like this:
My brother and I both love and are very committed to our girlfriends – but both of our girlfriends could be categorized as needy of our attention.
My brother tried to communicate his need for space to his girlfriend, not because he wants to “pursue other options” but because he’s both just getting settled into school and potentially being hired at [a new job].
Her: “Aren’t you happy?” Him: “Yes, I am.” Her: “Then why do you need space?”
Let me love you, baby.
I’m not saying it’s going to be a walk in the park.
But maybe…. *smile*
It will be,
Just that simple.
Just to walk with you…
for a little while
or a long while.
It’s not a walk down an aisle,
just a path, a journey…
Together if you so desire.
No destination in mind.
Take our time and stroll.
Find out more…
about you, about me.
Already took the first step
All you gotta do is take the next.
Will you? Let me love you.
My mom gets into her moods. She can be a little extra… Some people when they say they want to freshen up their homes, they may use air freshener, change their drapes or paint a room. My mom’s idea of “freshening up” is looking like the set for Extreme Makeover – Home Edition. So after pulling off some drop ceiling we found this…
Give me something, feasible, viable…. What is this plan of yours? Give me something tangible, something I can hold, something I can touch and touches me. Words remain for a fleeting moment and are carried away by the wind, as if the syllables had never been breathed from someone’s lips. A brief mental lapse. Give me something real so that I never have any doubt. Continue reading →
I’m sure you have a friend — awesome, successful, beautiful, got it goin’– (maybe it’s you) that is dating that guy you perceive as a loser, when clearly, she could totally do better. Maybe you’ve already told her and she KNOWS the guy is bad news… So what’s keeping her there? Good news is, she’s not entirely bat shit crazy. Here are some reasons why she hasn’t pulled the plug on Mr. Sexo-DeadBeat.