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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Every month Oprah publishes a list of 10 things she knows for sure in her magazine. In the spirit of Oprah my leader, I also constructed a list of 10 things I know for sure. I encourage you to make your own list. 

1. Hard work gets you more hard work.
2. Some people's taste is only in their mouths and even that is questionable.
3. When you are the smartest person in the room, you also win the prize of being the most lonely.  Everyone else is going to bore you to tears. 
4. My puppy loves me unconditionally. I feed him.
5. A stinky mood can be fixed through music and aromatherapy. If that doesn't work try Jack Daniels and a Xanax.
6. White shoes should only be worn by a nurse.
7. Drinking soda turns you into a fatass. Also candy, cookies, chips, and everything else delicious does as well.
8. True love is easily found. Namely at DSW or the Gucci store. 
9. Someone who is excellent in bed is rarely good at much else. They can completely rely on their skills in the sack. When you are on the top of the food chain you care little about cultivating a personality.
10. Money is not the root of all evil, yet lack of money is the root of all crime. 

There are times I wonder if I am living the life I am supposed to be living. Like.. You know.. Some Matrix type stuff of Physics String Theory shit. Seriously. Can this really be MY life? Are you serious universe? Hello! Do you hear me? I am bored as hell and my life is nothing less than a snooze fest most of the time. I had an amazing childhood. Even my early adulthood rocked, but since the marriage and subsequent divorce I am CONVINCED somehow.. Somewhere.. Someone ELSE is living my AB FAB life and I am stuck with their mundane uber average extraordinarily ordinary ho hum life. It isn't fair. It just isn't fair I say! Hey Universe.. I want to do trade backs! There is no way I could have peaked early in life and since 30 I am in a down hill slide death roll into pedestrianess. There is NO DAMN WAY! I am too amazingly fabulous! I know this because I know ME. So what the hell? This is just a friendly reminder that it is Oracle you are dealing with and you need to treat me accordingly. Please schedule dissociative fugue so that I can walk away from all this plain mundane into the life of magical wonder of which I was destined to live. I do not mind forgetting the ghastly marriage either. We can call it even. 

It is no secret the show Jersey Shore on MTV sucked me in. Each week the "characters" managed to either provide some soundbite worthy of committing to memory OR something major happened which was discussed at work for hours and hours. We even watched the show AT work which is a major NO NO. If we got caught, let's just say it would have been curtains for Oracle and crew. So. Jersey Shore. I understand people FROM New Jersey hate hate hate the show. They believe it is not an accurate representation of people from New Jersey. Also, Italian Americans are up in arms as well. To tell you the truth.. It is not that serious people. After the Soprano's the rest of America had out opinions set about people from New Jersey and there was nothing The Situation, JWOWW, Snookie, DJ Paulie D, Vinnie or the rest of the cast could have done to make it worse. So as I watch the reunion show, I am left with great sadness as the show is over and I am without my weekly entertainment. Jersey Shore picked up where the Real World left off years ago. The Real World lost it's edge with boring forgettable characters and desperately thrown together hodge podge snooze worthy story lines. Thank you MTV for creating a "reality show" that was actually entertaining in a guilty pleasure sorta way. Too bad I do not feel guilty about watching it at all. Right now I am fist pumping my heart out in your honor.
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I am a workaholic and I know it. It was predestined for me to be a workaholic.. I was born in the year of the Ox. We have a high propensity for working. When other's throw in the towel exhausted, that is when I am hitting my stride. Back in college I had two jobs and attended classes. Even in grad school I worked, sold stuff on e-bay, and tutored. I haven't isolated if I like working for work's sake or I am into it for the financial gain. It could be a combination of both. Lately I am starting to feel as if my life is passing me by in a haze. I am spending so much time at my multiple places of employment, I feel as if I am missing out on   adventures. The other night I was driving to my night job and the song Spaceship by Kanye West came on my iPod.



 It sorta hit me. What the hell am I working so hard for? What am I trying to prove? Honestly, the more hours I put in, the more I justify making extravagant purchases. Like about an hour ago I was checking out Gucci handbags online wondering which one I should get. If I worked less and made less money I would spend less and live life more. So. Perhaps I am going to work less going forth into the new year. PERHAPS. Right after I get that Gucci handbag and perhaps a new iPod nano....
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Getting to know Frasier has been a process. We have been together for three weeks and boy oh boy this puppy is serving as birth control. It has been over 15 years since I've had a puppy and he is making me earn my stripes. Things I took for granted with Willie, I have to teach Frasier. The first time I tried to walk him on a leash he sat his rump down and I ended up dragging him through Pet Smart. I was mildly embarrassed as I attempted to shop with a little dog screeching and fighting me the entire time. However, I used psychology and refused to give in and pick him up. I did not want to set the precept that if he protested enough I would give in to his wishes. We have been "walking" on the leash daily and it seems he has gotten used to it. Unlike Willie, he seems to be rather unimpressed with taking a daily walk. I am still stunned. Frasier is a different dog with a completely different personality which I cognitively understand, however I expected him to waltz in and take the place of my beloved Willie without any issues. That was foolish of me by far.

So Frasier the Boston Terrier puppy is not Willie the Springer Spaniel and I am slowly letting go of the expectation Frasier is the new Willie. Frasier is talkative. He yips, mews, barks, and growls his every thought. Frasier doesn't mind eating dry dog food. He actually enjoys it. (I am already redirecting the extra money I spent on canned dog food to shoes and handbags) Frasier has toys galore. Upstairs toys. Downstairs toys. Outside toys. They are kept in various baskets and as soon as I put them up, he drags them out and scatters them all over the place. My OCD is in overdrive. Frasier seems to find anything and everything I do NOT want him to have. Rubber bands, plastic bottle caps, straws, ketchup packets, lost earrings, necklaces, shoes, socks, you name it. I spend a great portion of my day redirecting him by removing his pirate treasure from his mouth and replacing it with one of his toys. Frasier is a hellion when you give him a bath. He fought me so hard during his bath (which is going to just have to get used to) that afterwards we both had a nap. I also had 2 shots of Jack Daniels to calm my nerves. Frasier is a puppy so just like a baby, he is discovering the world through his mouth. I am finding bite marks on EVERYTHING! Frasier also needs to go out many many many times a day, yet still there are accidents in the house. I have already used up a giant bottle of Nature's Miracles. I admit he is a lot of work, but I am loving (most of the time) working with him. The look of pure joy on his face when I get home, chasing him around the room with his toys, taking his walk/drags daily, dancing with him, are just a few of the many many delights of having the puppy. Each day he does something which makes me laugh like a loon. I am grateful for Frasier coming into my life however, he will never ever take the place of Willie, and now I know not to expect him to.
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