I posted two videos in my thank you to Goldie and Floyd.
Where the heck are they???? Vox is not making me happy right now.
Well I must say it almost ended on a bad note, because I thought my own dear sister has forgotten. But she didn't yay!!! It was way cool! I got cards and flowers and cool voice notes and blogs for meeeeeee!
I am thankful to everyone who thought of me. It's really nice and it makes me all warm and bubbly inside!
Cheers to another year of life!
You are way funny. I can picture you doing that too!!!! But to me you still are:
You are:
For me to leave out of work and start enjoying my five day weekend!!! whoot whoot!!
Going to see Saw Tongiht.
Voting and dinner tomorrow.
Friday Halloween Party!
I need more to do!!!!!
I know I am on blog overload today but my question is
Why is is when you show someone you care about tham and really do want to know what is going on with them, they just blow you off? Like something important does happen and they just don't tell you till you happen to ask? LIke why do people do that? I feel like I say too often "why didn't you tell me?"
Ill give you an example. I thought about this and I knew that my friends best friend would not be throwing her a baby shower because she too is pregnant. So I thought ok I want to do it for her, even though I am 'supposed" to be a good friend and one of those people she could ask. But she didn't So when I talked to her last she showed me the guest list and I said" are you throwing your own baby shower??" and she goes on to say "well her husband wanted to do it, but she told him 'best friend' would do it and now that best friend is pregnant, husband is going to do it." She then proceeds to say I was talking to him and I told him "well since 'best friend' can't do it, ill ask Shirley or Michelle", but he insisted he wanted to do it. I looked at her and said "you didn't say that because you didn't ask me and I am sitting here telling you that you could have asked me and I want to do it and your telling me husband is doing it. Don't say you were going to ask me"
That's some bull. I really don't get it. It makes a person feel well damn why should I even fix myself to be concerned or even think about you because obvioulsy you don't give a damn.
I'm done.
So I started to read an article at lunch about Richard Branson. The writer made the following statement and it hit like a ton of bricks. And no its not word for word but I still put the dang quotes.
"Some people are conditioned to survive, while Richard Branson was conditioned to conquer."
That is so dang on true.
I mean think about why you go to a job everyday. It's to survive right? Your every day routines are about surviving. I mean for me thats why I get bored. Quick. I don't just want to survive I want to live!
And everyone is different. There are some people that love to work. Go to a job and come home and not think about anything else. They don't want to be responsible for a business and all that goes into it. I respect that. I mean I was taught I should go to school and succeed so I can get a job and succeed. And if I get a job and stay in that job doing the same thing for a long time I now have a career.
And that made me thing. Often times school doesn't encourage you to think, it encourages you to learn stuff you will never use. To remember stuff, to pass a test. To write a paper about a topic you hardly care about. Richard Branson dropped out of school when he was 16 and he has managed to be one of the wealthiest people.
I don't enourage anyone from school thats for sure. But I don't know. Its not only about life as it pertains to work. I need to learn the whole conquer side of life.
That is my attitude and always has been my attitude.
I am the most "trying to keep it real" person you could meet. I was never the one to brown nose to get ahead. I do what I have to do and I should get ahead based on that. If I don't like like you, why pretend? If I don't want to do something , why do it? Now I won't say I have never done something or put on a face too be politically correct. But for the purposes of this post, I will keep it focused on what is sparking the thought process.
When it comes to the woman I am I keeps it real. And I am starting to think, its too real.
And I am specifically talking about my appearance.
I don't do makeup on a day to day basis. I just feel like I want you to know what I really look like at all times. I don't wear heels to the store to be a 24 hour sex kitten. I barely wear heels out. I so could rock some casual shoes and some jeans most of the time. I don't have my hair styled on a regular basis. And by this I mean straight because a lot of people are of the opinion that my naturally cury hair is not "done". Thats straight wack and today I have my hair in a big curly pony tail and I love it.
Anyway, I am very low keyed on a day to day basis. And I often wonder if its just plain boring and people are of the opinion, I don't take time on my apperance. Yes its easy. No I dont have to spend hours getting ready. But I'm clean and neat, doesnt that count? And when I go out and I can turn it up a notch. I like the element of surprise. The element of change from day to night.
It never bothered my before. It still doesnt bother me but as I get older is it something that is expected? I have had other woman tell me I don't look refined because I don't wear make up. My look is too casual.
As my birthday approaches I am just wondering do I have to make some changes for this thing called life and getting older.
So in following with my book "The Power of Now", which I have not been reading, I worked all last week with falling asleep without the tv. And I have been doing good. I don't know if its because I haven't been feeling hot and so falling asleep has been easy but for the most part I didn't struggle with my thoughts too much. On occasion I had to make a conscious effort not to think, but for the most part I didn't and just fell asleep.
Funny, I use the word think, but most times its worrying about stuff. Thats what keeps me up. But I think about things too. And when I think, I think. Like I plan something in my mind and I mean I plan it out. Like I am thinking about my costume for this Friday. So I am picturing how I want it to look, where I need to go to get what I need. When I will get a chance to go. All my different ooptions to help save money and I even imagine the reactions I will get. I guess growing up as an only child (my sister is 17 years older then me), I have a very vivid imagination. Thats why often when I go shopping I am dissappointed. I create in my mind the perfect outfit but I dont't often find it on the racks.
Anyway, last night I was aiming for no tv of course. But there was this special on about haunted houses. And of course in going with my active imagination, I always felt I could put together the bomb haunted house. So I decided to watch it when I got in bed since I was tired. Now I used to put the tv on a timer so it would turn off by the time I fell asleep. My behind forget to turn the timer off and I passed out with the program on. It was about 2:15, and some haunted house program was on and there was this screeching sound from the tv that woke me straigth up and out of my sleep. Can you talk about mad!!!!!! I turned that bad boy off quick and fell back to sleep. Funny how my once bedside companion is turning into my foe.
Shelly, you are welcome.
Even though I havent been myself for a while now due to this quarter-life crisis, it's nothing when it comes to the few I appreciate.
So very rare do I hear the words "thank you" from someone I've changed or even held the door for. The thoughtlessness is that extreme. As I sit here barely recovering from the germs I caught from god knows who/what, I had to take the time out to let you know that I feel appreciated homie. At times I read your blog and forget that I started doing this before you (yes, thats a good thing).
And where is that damn theme?
You should re-post this on yours to let people know that I actually am a real person :)
I just read this and tears came to my eyes. Yes I am a dork.
My friend Floyd, wrote this is response to my "Thank you" post and it made me feel special.
When I come into contact with people I try to let them know that they are special. I don't let just anyone in. And yea I write about stuff on this here blog, but very few know the sensitive highly emotional. loving and caring me! The one who will cry when you say something nice. Yes, I am a dork.