There is a phenomenon going around called Wordless Wednesday. I love looking at interesting pictures people post and instead of reading exactly what someone is thinking, to use my own presumptions to figure out what they are feeling. Anyway. I have this aversion to being a Sally Candypants and rarely express my feelings if they are anywhere near the realm of sappy emotional melodrama silliness. Subsequently that doesn't negate me from having my moments. So. My contribution. A bit different. My Wordless Wednesday which is actually FULL of words. Oh yeah.. And it is not Wednesday anymore.
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What was your favorite birthday gift?

My favorite birthday gift and the most meaningful was a Coach purse from my boyfriend at the time back when we were in college. I have NO idea how he managed to afford it. He sacrificed a lot to get me the purse. I adored him for it.

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What man do you admire most and why and what woman do you admire most and why?

The woman I most admire is my Mother. She is everything in a perfect world I would be. Chartable, kind, graceful, stylish, generous, lady like, and clever as hell. My Mother set a great example unfortunately, it is too hard to imulate. As far as a man I admire most.. Still looking.

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Do you believe in such a thing as "soulmates" ?

I do believe in soulmates, just not in the conventional sense. It is my belief that we have all lived previous lives and in this current one run into people we have known before to work out karma. Some people you have an instant connection with, and always feel comfortable with. These were people from past lives you perhaps had good rapport. I think people MISTAKE this comfort for soul mates. However, I do believe in twin souls. But that is another question.

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Everywhere I look the big cooperate machine is gearing up for Valentine's Day. Red and pink everything everywhere. I can't even check my e-mail without being bombarded with advertisements for chocolate, flowers, and jewelry. Instead of a feeling of joy and excitement for the 14th of February, mixed emotions are careening in my psyche. Number one, since I've been married I have NEVER EVER had a good Valentine's Day. It turned into a day of such great disappointment that I would tense up February 1st and run though the month with my emotions in deep freeze covered by armor of ridicule for the holiday. The truth is. I love Valentine's Day. For years and years pre-marriage, I totally enjoyed the holiday. Being married to a person who doesn't get it, well... Slowly but surely ruined it for me.
The wonderful Valentine's Days of the past are such a distant memory I am starting to believe they were movies which I internalized. Surely nothing romantic and over the top ever ever happened to me. Surely NOT! Another byproduct of the illfated nuptials is I do NOT believe in romance at all. I just do not think it exists. When confronted with real life examples of it I have violent temper tantrums fueled by unbridled jealously. I paid my dues putting the needs of another many many light years before mine, and for that... I got.. NOTHING..  So.. Here we are. T-minus 13 days till the day of doom. A day I am reminded I kept putting coins in the cosmic slot machine of love and romance. All to no avail. There will be no fancy romantic dinner, exquisite box of chocolate, enormous bouquet of Black Magic Roses, diamonds twinkling at me from a velvet box.. No.. Nope.. None of that.  I DO however have a puppy who loves me beyond belief, so perhaps true love is a great trade off for material things. Too bad I am a tad materialistic.
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I think it has been made perfectly clear, I am sour on men and dating. The last time I went out on dates it was sooo horrible that basically I plan never ever to leave my couch/puppy combination. They are reliable and dependable unlike opposite sex. (Still bitter can you tell?) However, I have the biggest crush on Jonathan Rhys Meyers. For him.. The lengths I would go to would be legendary. 




I loved watching the Tudors not only due to the great story lines but the eyecandy was second to none.

I was at work the other night and mentioned I had a crush on a co worker who wasn't the same race as I was. BOY OH HOWDY! The flood gates opened and I was verbally lashed and made to feel like a traitor for being attracted to him. (sidebar he is tall, scruffy in a sexy way, in excellent shape, and handsome as all get out)  When people get all up in arms about interracial dating I wonder about their personal lives. How empty they must be to be so overly concerned about what someone else is doing. WHO THE HELL CARES? Handsome is handsome. Smart is smart. No particular race dominion over these traits.  This rant is brought to you due to working with a slew of people who are so very against interracial dating, I was rendered speechless. If it is not for you, it is not for you. However, you may not hold the rest of society to your personal standards and expectations. What makes it worse is when you pontificate your vile remarks in mixed company without knowing without a 100% shadow of a doubt where everyone stands. The moment you walk away, we are trashing you. Believe it. I am pretty ambiguous about what race I am on twitter as well as my blog however, I am a minority. Every day I walk the tightrope of being a minority in a majority ruled society. Many times dominant culture doesn't reflect my personal views however I do not feel as if it is my right to tell people they are wrong. What hurts me most is when other minorities spew vile stereotypes about other minorities. As if they themselves seemed to have conveniently forgotten what it is like to be judged immediately on a misguided stereotype. When it comes to dating, I am like Jessie Jackson's Rainbow Coalition. I doubt there is a country that hasn't been "visited" by me. In all of this exploration, I learned a lot. Opened my eyes more. Dispelled firmly held stereotypes. Became a better person. Before the phrase "I would never date ______" leaves your lips, take time out and think about who you are speaking to. More than likely, they have or are currently dating the person you are so quick to exclude in your small thinking, boxed in, homogeneous life. If I didn't work with said hottie co worker.. He would have been another flag on my map of must have men.  He is absolutely delicious no matter what race he is.
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