Truth Is Ordinary People Can't Wait

Okay I feel more than stupid. I'd stopped writing mainly because I thought no one was reading anymore, because I wasn't getting any comments. THEN I realized that now I have to approve comments. I didn't know that! You all have been reading, and for that I am very excited.... especially to Exenso ... she's never left my side!

You Have A Type A Personality A You are hyper, energetic, and always on the mood You tend to succeed at everything you attempt And if you don't succeed at first, you quickly climb your way to the top! You could be called a workaholic, but you also make time for fun As long as it's high energy and competitive, you're interested You have the perfect personality for business and atheltic success Do You Have a Type A Personality?

It took me a long while to be blunt about many things. Well, I finally learned. And look at where it's gotten me. In some respects it's freed me, but in those same respects, I have always been blunt. In others, the hard one, it's gotten me no where but in a deep pool of having said too much, and having been too honest, and still ending up empty-handed.

After readin'g Kim's and Mike's I decided I'd make a To-Do list of my own. Let's see how much I do before 50. Sing a whole song on key without cracking. Go to the first Superbowl in which the Houston Texans participate! Name all 50 states without looking at a book or a map. Finish my dynastyevents.com website (it's been under construction for a year) Finish my undergrad degree Pay off my student loan Pay off the University of Houston Pay off my credit card Go to Hawaii Go to France Get a passport Buy a hybrid (the Toyota Priapus would be nice) Buy a garden home Buy rental properties Have an office job Take the stage again Buy a motorcycle Speak French fluently Speak Spanish fluently Learn how to break up with someone (nicely) Break up with someone one Get married Have kids Get Divorced In that order Make old-fashioned ice cream [in the wooden bucket] Stop reading people's away messages as a past time Blog at least once a week Write a movie, a book, or a play...

As I have received interview questions from two different peope I figured I would just combine the two into one post. The pastel green being from anglogerman and the sky blue from Gwynne ; enjoy! While blog surfing today, in order to increas my blog traffic, and in search of something new and interesting I found something! Thanks to Gwynne I have discovered the blog meme. 1. What purpose do you think God has for you on earth? I really wish I knew, because I would work arduously at fullfilling it; however, as I do not know, I will take it all one step at a time until my purpose is revealed. 2. What do you love most about yourself and why? The traits I love most about myself are my independence [both financially and emotionally]; If we are talking about physical traits that I love the most about myself, they would have to be my legs and my voice [although that is not so physical]. 3. What issue - social, political or anything else - is most likely to make you get up on your soa...

In the style of Aleks, here is Miss Krys 100 I am a middle child I have two sisters I am going to be very careful not to divulge any information that could be used for identity thieft in this list. I know everyone wants to be me. I hate feet I think they are disgusting I like watching Gray's Anatomy 24 is my favorite prime time show The Young and the Restless is my favorit show of all time I no longer get to watch it because I work I am a Marketing Assistant I grew up with both of my parents I am very heterosexual I am not homophobic I am single My best friends are my two sisters and my cuzibludin I went to private school for 7 years I loved the last 4 years of private school I am from Texas If I had voted in this election, I would have voted for Bush. Since I live in Texas my statemates took care of it for me I believe welfare recipients should have to work to receive benefits I do not condone people spitting out t...

I appreciate all of the comments from the previous post. However, the without love you die comments are a bit much for me. Allow me to further explain myself. I do love. I love my family, and my friends. I do not feel that an initmate relationship is imperative to my being; if anything, me being the type of person that I am, I feel as though it hinders my personal growth. I am more concerned with self-enrichment: learning languages, studying random subjects on my own accord, and things of that sort. Those things make me feel more complete than any companion will. When my happiness is based on me, myself, and I, then I am the only person who could possibly be responsible for my failure. This extends so far beyond my experiences with any human being. Even as far back as elementary school I hated group projects, because I understood that being in a group where we all get the same grade meant that my grade could be jepordized because of others. While I understand that it could be enhanced...

I spent a bit of trying to figure out what to title this piece, but nothing seemed to hit it just right. There was "I Loved Him. And He Hates Me." However, this leaves out the finality of the current un-situation. There was "One Last Cry," but that makes way for the word never, and I'm not quite sure that I will never cry again. Then there was "It's Just Different ." I had to settle for an untitled piece. Today he told me that there he thinks we need to close the lines of communication between us, and not talk to each other at all anymore period. I do not dispute this charge, which I initiated many times previously, but was unable to keep; when he says it, it's just different. I have known him nearly all of my life [about 18 of 22 years], six of which I have been head over heels inamoured, infuriated, miffed, speechless, livid and in love with him. In those six years we have infuriated each other often, but have always reconciled. We've ha...

Maybe I'll blog in the style of my friend, Areyl . He has a list going just about everyday, so since I can think of something about which I can list, I'll give it a shot. I am not a girl because... I can get dressed and ready for anything in 15 minutes or less [assuming I've already showered]. I would rather stay at home and play Madden instead of putting on heels, and going out to a club to try to find a man of relationship potential. You go to clubs, to drink, and meet dudes or chicks [not potential sig others]. Is it me or does anyone else see the nonsense in trying to meet someone when so many people there are intoxicated or really just going to approach you because of the way you look? How many people actually attempt to hold a conversation with someone in a club where the music is blaring out of control? I do not sit up and fantasize about love, marriage, and motherhood. I am not a fan of intimacy. Cuddling is a faux pas for me: as a friend of mine says, it...

Big women can cook but smaller women are healthier. And sex dies in a relationship. Chris Rock told me that last one. Get the Fuck outta here! What the hell is wrong with people today. The above ignorant remark came from Zilla Says post for the day. I read this and nearly shat myself. Smaller women are healthier my ass. Tell me this, how can you be healthy if you don't eat shit. How can you be healthy if you go through "agonizing" procedures, diets, and "meal plans" to keep yourself small? How can eliminating any of the necessary food groups be healthy. By doing this you deprive yourself of numerous comination of Vitamins A, B, C, D, and/or E. How is this healthy. Even Dr. Atkins himself died from a simple ass fall -- and even if not proven-- it's highly possible because he had deprived himself of necessary food. I am a BIG GIRL. Yes I can cook, but I can also still do two miles in under thirty minutes. My blood pressure is really good [even for someone o...

He told me that I had gotten over him. I was stunned. Wait-stop- I will not write about him, not tonight. Today was my last day at the law firm. You are now reading the blog of a new Marketing Assistant. I think I am going to like this new job. There are only two females in our whole entire office this should be cool. How about I give you something worth reading. Sitting in a room on a fair almost-summer-night in Texas, I am talking to the French and craving a lemon berry slush from Sonic. I tried one today with Tequilla as I drove down the new Ft. Bend tollway; it was actually really good. Why pay $5 for a margarita if I can just get a cherry or berry limeade from Sonic for $1.59 [or $.89 during happy hour], and just add tequilla! yeah that really wasn't worth reading. oh well... off to bed.

No matter what this thing says... I am a TEXAN at heart...even if I don't sound like one... Is anyone else wondering why my total is not 100%? Your Linguistic Profile: 50% General American English 25% Yankee 20% Dixie 0% Midwestern 0% Upper Midwestern What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

Okay so my new goal is to save money; thusly I am in the process of looking for another less expensive apartment. I am not quite sure how I am going to do that. The on site lake, crown molding, garden tub, and open kitchen and dining can become so adictive. How am I going to go to a busted ole lakeless apartment complex? Well, I guess I'll have to tell myself everyday that it's the only way I get to save for a house. Enough of that. I'm out....nothing else to say.

Am I a woman? Am I a girl? Am I a human being? If I am, why does the idea of falling head over heals in love with someone [who loves me back] not arouse an ounce of excitment? Maybe at one point the idea excited me, but now, in my today, I couldn't care less if I ever engaged in that "foot popping kiss." I wonder what has diluted my girlish sense of romantic fantasy. I think that subconsciously I feel that love is a fantsy, and fantsies are unrealistic. Maybe I am just like every other fe/male who has been hurt once but unrequited love and vows never to love again. Maybe I have subconsciously convienced myself that love is for books, and some bad movies. One thing I can say in my defense is that I have always thought that love breeds irrational thoughts, leading to irrational actions, and before I would willingly sucumb to irrational tendencies I would rather avoid the emotion which leads one to such. I prefer reason over emotion. Possibly, I prefer to be hurt by my own a...

So last night's dream was interesting, odd, yet probably indicative of the woman I will grow to become. Here is the scenario. I am about fifty-five years old, and have been married for about thirty years. We [my husband and I] have four children, three girls and a boy. We are happy. We have two kids in college and two in senior high, and we are happy. One night at dinner I tell my husband that when our youngest graduates from high school in two years, I am going to file for divorce. I explain that it is not a result of anything that he has done, nor I. I do not want to be with anyone else, because I do love him; I just no longer have the desire to be his wife. I explain that our children should not know about our future plans to separate, because it would only cause confusion, but I wanted him to know so he could have time to prepare himself. Obviously floored by the fact that I have plotted to divorce him in two years, he interrogates me. He asks if there is someone else, am I no ...

Whether it is a matter or taste, musical stylings, chords, or rythms, matters not to me. The reason I have recently fallen in love the music of the South is because of its lyrics. At some point, I became tired of hearing "sex. fuck. bitch. hoe. fuck. money. scrilla. nigga. money. sex. dick. pussy. weed. syrup. money. jail. baby mama. baby daddy. hoe." I'm so tired of that. Sometimes I wonder why it attracts so much attention. Thinking back I can remember the exact moment that I fell in love with Country (at the risk of sounding a lot like Sanaa from Love and Hip Hop oops I mean Brown Sugar ). I was driving to my sisters house when I heard Tim McGraw's "Don't Take the Girl." For the first time in my life a song's words actually brought me to tears. After a great leading two verses this is the verse which brought the tears to my eyes as I drove down Houston's highway 90. Same old boy, same sweet girl /Five years down the road There’s going to b...

Well the time for my cousin to birth my new godson has finally arrived. I arrived in San Antonio today, for the first time in over a year. I hadn't seen my cousin since she has been pregnant, so at first gilmpse of my cousin, whom I have known from brith, at a nine month gestation was astounding. I have other friends with kids, but this one is so different. This is my cuzibludin [a word we created for each other to signify our relationship as cousin, blood, and friend]. I get to be in the delivery room! That sooo weirds me out! I will give you more details on Tuesday or Thursday, letting you know how everything went. I won't have internet connection at my house until Wednesday-- I'm getting cable connection. Well, I have been at the hospital all day! So I am fatigued. Until later, when I am a god mother again Goodnight. I'm sorry I haven't written in a few days. I have been tired.

The likelyhood that there will be typos in this passage is great. I am going for a "Finding Forester" writing style tonight. With my eyes closed, and my fingers on the keys, I let words escape me without any inhibition. I hope that I have something worthwhile to discuss. Things are quite uneventful right now. Thankfully, I'm not trying to olure or shun any dudes. I ake up and go to work, work m and come home. I went grocery shopping today and it took mem three hours, because I went to three differnt stores. Just about the most exciting news for me right now, is that my godson, E, will be born on Monday. I am going to have to go to San Antonio, so I can be there when he pops out of my cousibluddin's uh-oh. I am excitied. I knitted him a baby blanket and it took me nearly eight months! It's huge. I really have nothing else exciting to say tonight so I will not take up anymore of your time. Shouts out to Zilla, my sixteenth baby daddy!

What time did you get up this morning? 11:36 Diamonds or pearls? diamonds What was the last film you saw at the cinema? quite possibly National Treasure What is your favorite TV show? The CSI's, 24, The Young and the Restless, and American Idol What did you have for breakfast? air What is your middle name? Danielle What is your favorite cuisine? Italien What foods do you dislike? Pork What is your favorite chip flavor? TEXAS Style Jalepeno What is your favorite CD at the moment? Voyage to India What type of car do you drive? arrugh a ford Favorite sandwich? Turkey, with spinach, ranch, cucumbers and swiss What characteristic do you despise? Lost a ten year long best friendship over lying Favorite item of clothing? My personalized facepurse If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation,where would you go? Nice, France What color is your bathroom? My bathroom is Green Tea, Linen, and Cameo Favorite brand of clothing? I don...

...in the style of Zilla ... TEXAS is as close as you can get to the promised land I’d eat crap with a knife and a fork for $500 Million dollars -- and so would you. If you don’t love football, I think you are an idiot I was on Family Feud and lost: November 30, 2000 air date ..."Alcohol" my Kinkaidans will get that! Five adjectives to describe me would be: analytical, detailed, personable, spontaneous, and obsessive compulsive Now it's your turn... comment and blogit!