tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82757815455821795342024-03-05T00:23:59.988-08:00Silly Single GalThis is one silly single gal's reality.Silly Single Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825652842986315984noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275781545582179534.post-83152596238729741892014-05-27T15:45:00.001-07:002014-05-27T15:45:59.712-07:00It's Dark In HereYeah, I know...... But hey, I wrote an e-book, and I'm working on another. A lot of the things I <strike>would</strike> should put on here are now going in there. Yay! However, what I want to say now doesn't really fit with my ebook series, Things Women Should No (available for download pretty much everywhere you can download an ebook) It's just a thought I've had that's been bothering me.<br />
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So anyway.... Have you ever found yourself in a situation and you have no fucking idea how you're going to get out of it? Like, you can't see the light at the end of the tunnel at all!?!? That's how I've been feeling for quite a while. I'm not really an overly optimistic, nor overly pessimistic person. I generally fall somewhere in between those two people. But recently, I've been a pessimistic person playing the role of an optimistic person, and while the masses are buying it, I know it's some bullshit. I have worries and fears that are kinda getting the best of me right now. I'm secretly living in my own personal little hell. Well, I guess it's not a secret anymore since I'm writing about it for my 7 loyal readers, but you get what I'm saying. I'm stuck right now, and if you've ever been stuck, then you know it's an awful feeling.<br />
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If you've ever been in this situation, how did you get out of it? Leave a comment or send an email. I'm very much open to suggestions. Silly Single Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825652842986315984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275781545582179534.post-2261799687937027722013-11-12T15:06:00.000-08:002013-11-12T15:07:11.250-08:00Tug of WarSo anyway........ Do you ever feel like you're being pulled in too many different directions? That's how I feel right now concerning my Instagram account. (I bet you thought this post was going to be deep. Nope.) Aside from following a few of my friends, I follow a few fitness accounts, and plus sized fashionistas. <br />
The plus sized bloggers/fashionistas are all about loving and embracing your fullness, and that's definitely something I strongly believe in, considering I'm a 12-14. It's really important for women to have positive thoughts about themselves, because hey, we can't all look like Nia Long. That doesn't mean we can't be fabulous. <br />
The fitness accounts I follow are mostly women who have gone from plus-sized to not plus sized. The reason these accounts interest me is because I'm on a journey to become healthier, and I need motivation and information about just how to do that. Everyone has a different routine and different goals, so it's good to get different perspectives. <br />
I've never been a skinny chic, and I've never been morbidly obese. Just always somewhere in between. I don't lament the extra sexiness I carry around, because all things considered, I think I wear it fairly well. Thank God for height! My weight is spread vertically, as opposed to horizontally. I genuinely believe about 30lbs of my weight is directly in my head. Like literally, not figuratively. I have a big head, but I digress.<br />
I'm on a fitness journey because I don't want to die from something that can mostly be prevented through diet and exercise. Ain't nobody got time for diabetes and hypertension. I have to remember that I can't be fooled by the amount of self confidence I have, and forget what I'm trying to do. At the end of the day, it's not just about looking good in a cute outfit. We plus sized gals are proof that you can do that at any size. I do know that reality has affected me way more than I'd like to admit. I don't think you have to be sad or unhappy with who you are to want to get healthier. Getting older and watching your metabolism bottom out is very motivational. That's where I am now.<br />
It's not that we plus sized gals just sit around eating whatever the hell we want, and we don't care about being healthy. We work out too. I don't want this post to sound like I think all plus sized girls are unhealthy. I just know that when I eat better, weight comes off. So that's what I'm expecting to happen as this journey progresses. <br />
I'm just going to end this with a quote.<br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><i>"I<span class="null"> don't believe the word "healthy" means
small-framed... it just means taking care of what one does in terms of
body, mind and spirit; getting to a place where you aren't worried
(especially about the body forsaking you bc of what you eat) ... to be
healthy = to make conscious decisions of what you do to maintain your
life here on this planet!"~ Louise Hammonds <span class="emoticon emoticon_smile" title=":)"></span></span></i></span><br />
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Silly Single Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825652842986315984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275781545582179534.post-59074820274688432412013-09-18T18:22:00.001-07:002013-09-18T18:22:50.326-07:00Where Have You Been?So, anyway. It's been a while, a long while, and I'm not going to apologize for that. I can't really offer a concrete explanation as to why I've neglected this blog. All I can say is, shit happens. I've been through a lot over the past 20 months, but things are settling a little. Sorta. Believe it or not, I do miss blogging and I am going to carve out some time to do it again regularly. It's probably for the best that I didn't blog about my single gal trials and tribulations over the past few months. I might have sounded like a lunatic. Although I haven't written here consistently over <strike>the inception of this blog</strike> the past year or so, I have been writing. I've written a fun little ebook for single gals. It should be ready for purchase before the end of 2013. I'll keep you posted. In the meantime, it's time to get back to enjoying life in Atlanta, since it's obvious I'm going to be here. I look forward to talking at you again soon. Silly Single Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825652842986315984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275781545582179534.post-32406720217816759912013-03-03T16:08:00.001-08:002013-03-03T16:13:51.896-08:00Who Deserves a Second Chance?So, anyway.......<br />
How do you know if an ex deserves a second chance? I know a lot of people who have gone onto marry a person with whom they had at least one break-up. I know it can work, I just don't know what the determining factors should be. I've never really been one to go back to an ex. I'm cold and heartless, I suppose..... Once I'm done, I'm done. But, lately I've been a little curious about a guy from my past. We didn't have a bad breakup, things just didn't work out. We're both older, and presumably wiser, but I'm still weary. I've never left a relationship thinking that I could have done more. I try hard, because I don't want to have that, "he's the one that got away", moment. Well, I don't want that moment to come because I could have tried harder. Basically by the time a relationship has completely run its course with me, I know I've done all I can, or am willing to do to save it. Anyway, feel free to email me with your thoughts. Silly Single Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825652842986315984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275781545582179534.post-53175568248158554912012-10-18T11:35:00.000-07:002012-10-18T11:35:58.791-07:00Stuck on StubbornSo anyway. I've been in a pissing match of sorts with someone who is really close to me. When we fall out, I usually wait a few days then get over it because I'm not one to hold grudges. How-eva, this time is different. I'm. Not. Wrong. I'm not going to just act like it's okay that our relationship is unbalanced. He's going to have to acknowledge his shortcomings this time. I refuse to be the bigger person. I'm tired of being the one who fights the hardest to save relationships. We haven't spoken to each other in almost two weeks. He's stubborn, and I'm stubborn. As the days roll by, it's becoming easier for me to deal with our limited interaction. That's not good for him. The reason we're in this mess is because he's shown himself to be someone I can no longer depend on, even though I'm always there when he needs me. So, since he's been failing me in that regard so regularly over the past year or so, it's safe to assume that I can get a long just fine with little to no interaction. Silly Single Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825652842986315984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275781545582179534.post-45697811064730277992012-08-22T21:22:00.000-07:002012-08-22T21:22:35.919-07:00Don't Kidnap and Assault Your ExYeah, I know. So anyway. While I was browsing the internet today, I came across <a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/blogs/ncaab-the-dagger/top-recruit-collapses-court-receiving-three-prison-sentence-141153269--ncaab.html">this little gem</a> from Yahoo! It's video of a high school basketball recruit collapsing in court after a judge sentenced him to three years in prison for kidnapping and assaulting his ex-girlfriend. I had no sympathy for him because I saw that he plead guilty, meaning he admitted to doing these things. I hadn't even seen the tape of the assault at the time I made the decision that 3 years was a fair, if not light sentence considering the crime. I've been having a Facebook argument all day with people who think "it was too harsh of a sentence for a first offense." The question I have in response to those who say that, "How many times should you be able to kidnap and assault a person before you go to prison?" I still haven't gotten a definitive answer. All I know is once isn't enough. After going back and forth with people who felt like this little knucklehead had been unjustly punished, someone posted the <a href="http://fox8.com/2012/08/22/i-team-surveillance-video-captured-violent-attack-by-farmer/">video of the assault. </a>Any sympathy I might have been able to muster up for him will never see the light of day. Was that the most egregious beating I've ever seen on video? Nope, not even close. But, it was bad. She was justifiably terrified and he seemed invigorated by that. This young man went to her apartment, and beat the hell out of her. Think about that. Think about walking into your apartment building and being attacked by someone who's twice your size. Now, I'm not one to arbitrarily throw out accusations, but I'm gonna assume this isn't the first time he's hit her. The reason I assume this is because he felt comfortable enough to do that shit in public. It didn't look to me, like he was just winging it. I could be wrong though. Anyway, this whole case has me annoyed. We have to raise our standards and stop feeling bad for people who bring strife unto themselves. People have been throwing a pity party for this dude just because he had the potential to go play D1 basketball. He knew better than any of his defenders what was at stake, but he couldn't control himself. The boy clearly needs help, and I sincerely hope he gets it. But, forgive me if I don't feel sorry that he's going to prison for 3 years. Of all the crimes I want a judge to be lenient about, kidnapping and assault are not among them.<br />
In the words of Huey Freeman, "Every famous nigga that gets arrested is not Nelson Mandela."<br />
Buddy will be no more than 22 when he gets out of prison. He'll be able to turn his life around, and I sincerely hope he does. Silly Single Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825652842986315984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275781545582179534.post-89346082713377670832012-07-02T11:28:00.000-07:002012-07-02T11:28:53.212-07:00Bras: Beauty vs. FunctionalitySo anyway. Let's talk about bra shopping, and what a daunting task it can be. Maybe it's just daunting for me because I'm working with DD's. I don't know, but I have issues. There's nothing I hate more than an ill fitting bra. Ladies, if you're walking around and it looks like you have 4 breasts, you need a better bra. Please go to the nearest department store, or Victoria's Secret and get fitted. We all know bras can be expensive, especially if you have big breasts, so you need to have a good one. But if you can't afford a good one and all else fails, buy a bra that's a little too big, as opposed to one that's too small. That's just a basic garment buying rule. <br />
I realized as I was shopping that all of my bras are basic and boring. They're all either black, white or nude. It's not that I don't like pretty colors or lace, but wearing bras like that can be difficult. I hate seeing the print of a bra through a shirt. If that's the look you're going for, then that's cool. But, it's not for me. I tend to stay away from the flashy prints because some of my clothing are made with very thin material. I refuse to let a bra ruin my outfit. Another issue I have with the pretty, lacy bras is they lack adequate support. My DD's are real heavy, and they need support. They're not going to sit up all pretty on their own, and I've found that sheer lace bras just don't cut it. There is room in my life for sexy lingerie, but not when I'm outside the house. Feel me? <br />
Oh, one more thing. I'm noticing a lot of companies are making these minimizing bras, and they're dominating the stores. Um, I don't want to minimize my girls. I happen to think they're lovely. I just want a bra that will support them, and perhaps give them a little boost. I certainly don't want a bra that's going to smush them. Where's the fun in that?Silly Single Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825652842986315984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275781545582179534.post-27972433514198651102012-06-28T21:32:00.000-07:002012-06-28T21:32:51.898-07:005 Hour AdventureSo anyway. Yeah, it's been a while. You know the drill. Shit happens.<br />
The other day I was kinda, maybe supposed to meet this guy for lunch. We had talked about it, but nothing was set in stone because he wasn't sure he was going to be able to leave the office. But according to him, he really really wanted to get together since I was going to be in his area. So, I was visiting with my friend at her job, waiting for him to tell me if/when he was going to be able to leave the office. Time was flying by, and before I knew it, it was like 2:15 and I still hadn't heard from him. So, I text him and asked him if he was going to take a lunch. His response was, "he just couldn't get away." Now, we didn't have anything set in stone, so that response would have been fine had I not had to contact him to get it. That annoyed me, but whatever. All wasn't lost because this other guy who I've been regularly talking to, happened to text me and ask me if I wanted to get lunch. We had a great time, so I'm actually glad the other dude couldn't make it. We hung out, had sushi, went to another spot for dessert; then went to another place for drinks. It was the perfect little 5 hour adventure.<br />
In regards to the other dude, he continually disappoints me. It's never his fault though. There are always circumstances that make him unable to complete tasks. You know, there's just never enough time. Well, the only way he can keep disappointing me is if I allow him to. I think we all know what needs to happen here.<br />
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Until next time......Silly Single Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825652842986315984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275781545582179534.post-30691753706121027492012-05-08T13:05:00.000-07:002012-05-08T13:05:40.869-07:00Lifelong FriendshipsSo anyway, this is going to be one of those posts where I just bitch incoherently about something that's been on my mind. So, if you're looking for grammatical correctness and all that jive, look elsewhere. Today is not the day. <br />
I don't trust people who don't have at least one 10+ year friendship. I just don't. I have many close friends who I've known for right under 12, 15 or 20 years, and a couple who I've known for over 20 years. Or as my grandmother might say, "Since I was knee high to a junebug" I'm not talking about the kind of friendship, where you've just known someone for a long time. I'm talking about the kind of friendship where if I need anything, they'd give it to me, and I'd do the same for them. These relationships are hard to come by, but I have several. I find it hard to trust a person who doesn't have at least one. You mean to tell me no one from elementary, to middle, to high school, to college f*cks with you. Why is that? I think it says a lot about the type of person you are, and I wouldn't want to align myself with you. If you don't value your friendships, why the hell would you care about my other friendships? You might very well be doing shit to try to sabotage those other relationships. After a while, it stops being a coincidence that you keep scheduling shit when other important events were already planned, then expecting someone to make a choice. You're not going to win like that. Clearly. It may take a while for people to figure out how full of shit you are, but your lack of meaningful relationships tells me that they all find out, eventually.Silly Single Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825652842986315984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275781545582179534.post-62864999335979629452012-04-04T22:24:00.000-07:002012-04-04T22:24:02.768-07:00Get Over Yourself, LadySo anyway. Every time I'm online and there's a discussion about any woman's reaction to any situation, there's always another woman willing to bless us with a gem like ----> <i>She doesn't have any self respect or dignity.</i> That's a pretty big assumption to make about someone you don't really know. I know that there are things that absolutely offend our sensibilities and we just can't see how someone could be so stupid. However, what we need to understand is that the world doesn't really revolve around us and our moral compass. <b>Just because someone doesn't share your morals, doesn't mean they're immoral.</b> There's a lot of gray in this black and white utopia you think you live in. Silly Single Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825652842986315984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275781545582179534.post-74929772581963391142012-02-26T14:34:00.000-08:002012-02-26T14:34:18.858-08:00SuburgatorySo anyway. I'm in Suburgatory. It's a combination of the words suburban and purgatory (It's from a TV show on ABC) Yup, that's my life. My weekends are filled with soccer games, grocery shopping and other domestic shit that my 30 year old single self thought I'd be avoiding for a few more years. I'm glad I came to Texas because I know my friend really needs my help, and I'm happy to lend a hand. But, this life isn't for me. I need movie screenings and other such random events that you have to get all fabulous to attend. Well, you don't have to, but it's encouraged. There hasn't been a reason for me to put on a dress since I've been in Texas.I'm going to wear a dress to the next middle school basketball game I attend, just because. <br />
And don't even get me started on the smoking in restaurants. If boredom doesn't kill me, secondhand smoke might. Look, I'm not judging you if you're a smoker. My Dad is a smoker, but he at least tries not to smoke around non-smokers. I miss my family and friends, but the thing I miss most about Atlanta is its no smoking laws. <br />
When I came here I wasn't sure how long this little adventure would last. I'm pretty sure I'll be leaving around May or June unless something really awesome happens. In the meantime, I'm going to try to make the best of what's left of my time here. There are worse things in life than boredom, so I'll be fine.Silly Single Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825652842986315984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275781545582179534.post-81043843360505314902012-02-13T16:26:00.001-08:002012-02-13T16:26:11.450-08:00Details Don't Really MatterSo anyway. Whitney Houston is dead and it's sad. I'm really, really tired of people saying some variation of "we shouldn't mourn the death of a drug addict." Where in the hell do people get off thinking we should only mourn the death of people who die in a way that we can all be proud of? Would it be okay to mourn her death if she had gotten hit by a bus? Would that be more honorable? I don't care if they would have found her with a crack pipe in her mouth, a needle in her vein and a glass of scotch in her hand. The fact that she's dead is sad. I'm sure those closest to her won't dwell on the specifics,. They're just going to mourn her death, and it's okay if those of us who didn't know her do the same.Silly Single Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825652842986315984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275781545582179534.post-47033646610131153262012-02-09T21:48:00.000-08:002012-02-09T21:49:15.280-08:00Say Something!So anyway. I feel like I'm always the bad news friend. I'm always the friend that has to have the tough conversations with other friends. No matter how many people feel the same way about a situation, I'm the only one who will actually say what we're all thinking and have discussed behind their back. I know honesty is supposedly encouraged, but we all know that ain't true. If it were, we'd be more honest with people. We're not always as honest as we need to be, because we don't always want people to be as honest as they need to be with us. Deny it all you want, but you know it's true. The truth is a tough pill to swallow sometimes.<br />
Somehow I've still been able to maintain good relationships with people, but it really dawned on me that I'm always down for the awkward conversation. I think it's because I hate it when people are like, 'I knew that was going to happen, but I just didn't say anything." My advice to you is, SAY SOMETHING! I know the counter argument is "he/she isn't going to listen anyway" That may very well be true, but you need to say it anyway. If you want to continue to think you're a good friend, then you need to have tough conversations with your friends.Silly Single Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825652842986315984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275781545582179534.post-12922228325868061162012-02-08T12:56:00.000-08:002012-02-08T12:56:28.174-08:00The Crazies are Winning!So anyway. Single gals, it's become apparent to me what we need to do if we want to snag a man. We've got to turn up the crazy. The crazies are winning by a lot. I'm talking about dribbling out the clock with a 22 point lead, winning. I know at least 5 men who are in relationships with crazy women. They've convinced themselves that the crazy they're putting up with is the same kind of crazy they'd get in any relationship. That's just not true. There are varying degrees of crazy, and the chicks who are mildly to extremely crazy stay booed up. Some of us have been going about this the wrong way. We're way too damn reasonable and the men are not really responding to that. They seem to want the chick who will flip the hell out on them in front of their friends and family, swing on them when she's upset, go out alone as much as she wants, but won't let him leave the house without her, check his email, text messages, Facebook messages and etc. All of this translates to love, I guess. I've never been able to play the role of the jealous, completely unreasonable chick, but it looks like I need to incorporate that into my personality. <br />
I'm going to be a stone cold fool the next time I start dating someone. That shit leads to marriage! I'm going to embarrass the hell out of the next man I date in front of his Momma. That'll only make us closer. If that opportunity doesn't present itself early on, I've got to at least make him think I'm capable of doing so. <br />
It's a new year, so it's time to try something different. Turn up the crazy!Silly Single Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825652842986315984noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275781545582179534.post-61575685422833280012012-01-29T16:56:00.000-08:002012-01-29T16:56:01.870-08:00Relocation CompleteSo anyway. I've finally relocated! Again, I'm not sure if this relocation is temporary or permanent. I just know it was necessary. I'm really excited to see what kind of impression Texas makes on me. I've been through Austin three times and I'm actually very intrigued by it, even though I'm sure the traffic is a monster during football season. I'm going to give it a few months and we'll see what happens.Silly Single Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825652842986315984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275781545582179534.post-86296219706209237952012-01-17T18:53:00.000-08:002012-01-17T18:53:18.928-08:00RelocatingSo anyway. I've stated on this very blog, time and time again that I needed a change of scenery and I needed it to happen soon. The time has finally come for that change. I'll be relocating in less than two weeks! I'm not sure if this relocation is temporary or permanent. I'm going to give it about six months before I make a decision. <br />
I'm super excited! My friends and family are giving me a hard time, but that's understandable. They're used to having me near. It'll be a big adjustment for all of us, but it's necessary.<br />
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Whatever you've been putting off, get to it! There will never be a better time than right now.Silly Single Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825652842986315984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275781545582179534.post-16229710076023869962011-12-04T19:02:00.000-08:002011-12-04T19:02:27.121-08:00Growing Old Without A Fight.So anyway. I've come to the realization that I've been acting like an old lady over the past 2 months. I've been spending every Friday night playing Words with Friends on my Ipod Touch, and I've been content with that. Well, that's gotta change. <br />
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I've made a list of things I'm going to have to do to remind myself that I'm only 30, and it's too early to throw in the towel.<br />
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1) <b><i>Wear a shoe that I know will make my feet hurt at least once a week</i></b>. I used to wear 4 and 5 inch heels everyday. I mean every single day. I used to actually believe flats made my feet hurt worse than heels. Now, I only wear heels like once a month. That's quite sad because I love heels. I literally used to become aroused by a great looking 5 inch heel. I knew my feet would be burning by the end of the night, but I didn't care. I was willing to make that sacrifice for the sake of looking fly. These days I've got to be going to an event to put on a pair of heels. Sigh.<br />
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2) <i><b>Wear a thong at least once a week</b></i>. Look, I'm not out here with panty lines all over the place, but I used to wear thongs everyday just because. Now, it's got to be a reason for the thong. I'm all about comfort these days. I'm not in granny panties yet, but I'm just a stone's throw away. I have an abundance of Hanes boy shorts. 30 is too young to be dressing for comfort. It just is.<br />
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3) <b><i>Wear a short skirt or dress when it's cold</i></b>. When I was younger, I didn't care if it was 30 degrees outside, I was wearing the cute dress. I really ain't with that shit these days. If it's cold outside my wardrobe reflects as much. I know to most people that just seems like the smart thing to do, but when you're young, you don't always care about doing the smart thing. We've all stood outside in freezing temperatures, waiting to get into a party dressed like a skank. I'm going to do that again just for fun.<br />
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Okay, so it was a short list comprised of silly things, but I really am going to do things to maintain my youth. I've been seeing a lot of pics of women who are around my age who look like they're twice my age. I do not want that to be me. I also don't want to adopt the habits of old people. There's no justifiable reason for me to stay home every Friday night simply because I don't feel like getting dressed. I know growing old is inevitable, but I'm not going to do it without a fight.Silly Single Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825652842986315984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275781545582179534.post-63799849480817157802011-11-26T17:40:00.000-08:002011-11-26T17:40:41.505-08:00Been A WhileSo anyway. I don't have a good excuse for not updating this blog. I never really do. I have gone through a huge transition in life, but even that's no excuse. It's actually something I should have written about. I'll give you the Cliff's Notes version. I no longer have a full time job, so this is a great opportunity for me to work on a few things I've been neglecting. I have an abundance of free time now, so I've gotta use it to my advantage. I've never had great focus, but at this point, I don't really have a choice. I've gotta figure out my next move. Wish me luck!Silly Single Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825652842986315984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275781545582179534.post-38474434597506353632011-11-01T08:35:00.000-07:002011-11-01T08:35:01.498-07:00Self Help: Fear<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}">Sometimes fear is tricky|will have you; put yourself in a circumstance to fail, then make you weep over it in total denial of the part you have played. Just say you didn't want to succeed, that you were afraid to try, that you needed something/someone to blame; Admit that when you look in the mirror, you don't have faith in the reflection. The mirror won't break from the broke inside.~Louise Hammonds </span></span></i></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}">This one doesn't need my interpretation.</span></span></span></b><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}"><br />
</span></span></h6>Silly Single Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825652842986315984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275781545582179534.post-81474310428263856642011-10-27T08:15:00.000-07:002011-10-27T08:15:07.191-07:00Self Help: There are too many colors to choose the blues<b>There are too many colors to choose the blues</b>~Louise Hammonds<br />
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So anyway. It dawned on me the other day that I need to self help. There are things that need changing and I'm the only person who can change them. I'm sure you can relate, so I encourage you to join me. <br />
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I'm going to post a quote, then tell you what I think it means, or how it relates to my life. You may interpret it differently. That's cool, feel free to share your interpretation in the comments, or via email.<br />
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This one is pretty simple to me. Stop CHOOSING to be involved in shit that isn't good for you.. It's simple enough, and if we work really hard, it's easy to do. A lot of us are carrying around dead weight, personally and professionally. Let's lighten the load. Get rid of the people in your life who bring you negativity. Everyone you align yourself with should be down for you. If you get an inkling that someone isn't fully in your corner, cut them off. Save me the <i>"I need my haters as motivators."</i> bullshit. Keep those people at a distance. It's fine for you to be aware that they are there, but don't invite them into your everyday life. It's no secret that not everyone wants to see you succeed. That's fine, but the people who do want you to fail can't be in your inner circle. Stop beating yourself up about separating yourself from these assholes. There's not lifetime potential in every relationship. We're all grown ups, and we have to make tough decisions. Although it really shouldn't be tough to get rid of an asshole, but whatever.<br />
Bottom line, make better choices.Silly Single Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825652842986315984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275781545582179534.post-84101215363365728962011-10-18T17:31:00.000-07:002011-10-18T17:31:12.030-07:00Age Ain't Nothin' But A NumberSo anyway. You know how you're always seeing older dudes dating younger women and you wonder why on earth one would possibly be with the other. Well, something I've realized over the years through my own dating/social life, and that of my friends, is that some of these old dudes don't need a girlfriend, they need a daughter. They need someone who genuinely believes they're smarter than they actually are, and they assume that any younger woman will fall into that category. Sorry fellas, but that's just not the case. Quit trying to handle us just because you're five years or more our senior. (there are some noticeable differences in a five year gap) I'm not saying that you don't have some great little nuggets to share. I honestly do believe a lot of us get wiser with age. But, y'all take the shit way too far sometimes. Y'all make it seem like there's an age limit on stupidity, and you've surpassed it. Somewhere along the way you all decided that because you're older, you must be smarter. I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but that's just not true. There is a woman who will absolutely believe that bullshit, but she's not a woman you'd be able to date. She's your daughter. That little girl will be well into her teens before she realizes you're not the only smart man in the world. So that's like 15 good years of lording your infinite wisdom over a young lady. You should really, really look into having one if you don't already.<br />
All of the things that are attractive about your old ass, become unattractive when you feel like every moment is a teaching moment. It gets even worse when you're completely fucking wrong. Now, if you're accustomed to dating a giggling dummy (or a girl who has serious daddy issues), then by all means feel free to display how all knowing you are. But, if you run into a woman who's not a complete moron, don't insist on treating her like one. It's offensive and extremely insulting. We all know the male ego needs to be stroked from time to time, and most of us are willing to do so. <i><b>"Can you open this jar for me, please?"</b></i> Don't turn around and treat us like one of your little minions after we've so graciously let you feel like we just wouldn't make it without you. Show a little gratitude!<br />
Nah seriously, you should really think about having a daughter, because I can't fill that void.Silly Single Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825652842986315984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275781545582179534.post-42915175373052803072011-10-07T08:13:00.000-07:002011-10-07T08:13:43.285-07:00Dating Without Discretion, SortaSo me and one of my friends has this challenge going on in order to push ourselves to date guys we probably wouldn't normally date. We have to give our numbers to whomever asks for them, provided he has all of his teeth and he's under the age of 60. Really, those are the only deal breakers. We have had a very, very rough go of things since agreeing to this silliness. The reason I'm bringing it up now is because I just gave my number to this dude less than 30 minutes ago and he's called me three times already. We had a five minute conversation prior to my doing this. He was nice enough, not really my "type" but the whole point of this experiment is to date different dudes, so whatever. Anyway, this is a huuuge red flag. Why have you called me three times in less than 30 minutes, sir? I mean, as awesome as my conversation is, this is a bit extreme. It's the middle of the work day and we both had places to be and things to do. This is how you talk yourself out of the game before it even starts, folks. I know it's hard to find that balance between showing enough interest and not being perceived as stalkerish, just know that calling someone three times in less than 30 minutes is more creepy than it is charming. It's like 99.99999% creepy. (does the percent sign go before or after the number?) Anyway, overall this experiment has not gone well, but it has led to some pretty funny conversations. I'll let you know how it goes.Silly Single Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825652842986315984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275781545582179534.post-84878158401473075162011-10-06T06:23:00.000-07:002011-10-06T06:23:56.758-07:00Sh*t Was All Good Just A Week AgoSomething crossed my mind this morning. When you have a crush on someone, all of their jokes are funny and you think they're witty and smart. Do you ever notice how quickly that shit disappears as soon as you stop liking them? It makes you wonder if they were ever really that funny, witty and smart to begin with. Were you laughing at his jokes because he was funny, or because you thought he was cute? It's really hard to tell. One thing is for sure, once you stop crushing on them, they're just annoying. Now you can't stand to hear their voice. All of a sudden what was once quirky now seems weird. Instead of thinking he's sooooo smart, you now think he's just a pompous ass. In reality, he's probably all of those things. It just depends on who's judging him.Silly Single Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825652842986315984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275781545582179534.post-70486018638983178752011-09-27T20:49:00.000-07:002011-09-27T20:49:35.673-07:00Trust Your GutLadies, you know why men treat us like we're stupid? Because too many of us either are stupid, or we let them believe we're stupid for a few weeks too many. Spending any amount of time convincing yourself that what you know to be true really isn't true, is a waste of time. And don't expect the men to do you any favors. You don't need that last bit of confirmation. You already know when some bullshit is being thrown your way. Let's stop acting like we don't. We all have intuition and we spend way too much time trying to quiet that little nagging voice that's in the back of our heads, or in the pit of our stomachs. I'm not sure where yours lies, but I know it's there. These men will try to insult your intelligence in ways that will actually offend you. However, if you let them think you were stupid for an extended amount of time, you have no one to blame but yourself. Let's work on this, ladies. <br />
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We also need to learn that it's okay to be upset, and it's okay to tell the person you're upset with that you're upset. Why do we feel the need to keep that shit bottled in? We walk around pretending not to care, when we know we care. You're never going to get to go back and be not upset, so you (we) might as well address shit when it comes up.<br />
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Shortly after I started writing this, I had to run out to meet a friend and her boyfriend for dinner. We had a great time and it was very cathartic! We actually talked a lot about "likelihood" I realized that it's a great way to analyze situations when you're not 100% sure. Sometimes you have to take how you feel about something completely out of the equation and just think about the other person involved. If you know someone well enough, then you know the "likelihood" of them doing certain things. I'm such a "benefit of doubt" kinda gal. (this goes back to not trusting intuition) but sometimes, shit just doesn't make sense and it's okay to acknowledge that immediately. Every situation doesn't need to be broken down like it's a calculus problem. Sometimes, hell most of the time shit is exactly what it looks like. Our only problem is acceptance. Ladies, let's work on this. Silly Single Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825652842986315984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275781545582179534.post-3671594481717927982011-09-26T12:27:00.000-07:002011-09-26T12:27:11.389-07:00Can I Be A Bitch?Have you ever wanted to be mean to someone and you just couldn't do it? I'm in that position right now. Believe it or not, it's just not in my nature to be mean to people, even when they deserve it. I've never had a bad break up or anything. And even if I'm beefing with someone, it's usually done in a very civilized manner. I don't have many enemies (that I'm aware of) I'm not saying everyone likes me, but I don't get into nasty confrontations with people. I can usually get my point across without being all belligerent. I say what I have to say, listen to what they have to say, and then go on living my life. I'm sure this situation will play out like all of the others, but I have given some serious consideration to being a bitch. I'll let you know what happens.Silly Single Galhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15825652842986315984noreply@blogger.com1