Saturday, October 25, 2014

Guilty Pleasure

I sure this will not shock you...but I love music.  I really don't have a favorite type of music but I do find myself buying a lot of alternative rock/pop/rock songs.  
I guess my mood determines what I have playing through my speakers/headphones.  When I need to concentrate or do paperwork, I usually listen to classic music.  There is just something about a piano that really relaxes my mind.

When I am browsing or shopping online, I am listening to something with a sick beat.  When  am chatting, I seem to be listening to a lot more classic rock n roll and I think that is because the chatters are posting/linking more classic rock titles.  I enjoy listening to the same song as a bunch of strangers online.  It connects us to together at that moment and makes the moment seem more real.  It is fun.

When I am alone in my car, I usually listen to my cd's.  I guess I am kinda old fashion about that too.  I still buy my music from a real store and get a real disc.  I have downloaded songs but I still like to purchase the disc.  

My favorite part of buying the whole "album" is the drive home.  I crank up the volume and  listen for the chorus of the new songs before I move to the next one.   I have a chance to hear a little bit of every song so that I can complete the new disc before I get home.  I guess that is one of my  guilty pleasures in life...I hope you find something that moves you...

Sunday, October 19, 2014

The Book Ciritics

I know this may be hard to believe but I have had my share of haters and judgers over the years and still do.

I use to let it bother me a whole lot.  I don't know why I had this need to fix every problem I encountered and why I took every jab at me so personally.

I guess I thought people online were real and real people usually have reasons for doing what they do.

I have discovered that not all people online are real but they are just characters made up by the real people online.  It makes the idea of an online world more like an interactive novel that can never be predicted.  I have learned that you can't apply logic to this illogical world.

It explains why the online bullies are probably the ones getting bullied in real life.  The social butterflies are probably really socially awkward and the smooth talkers probably hold their tongues.

You have to remember you medium.  The internet allows you to be anything or anyone you like. Haters and judgers are out there only to show your true colors or to satisfy their own needs through your despair.  They are not your friends and could care less what happens to you.  It is just their sick game.

People online are never who you think they are...well most of them.  There are a small amount of people who are genuine and real but they are a rare find.  I hope you find someone real and genuine online if that is what you are looking for...

Am I real? Some would say no but really only you can decide that...

Why am I here?  It is a place that I do find interesting as I would a good book.  It is like a diner at the end of the telling who will end up there but every time you go it's a new adventure...

To survive in this world you have to have a "trust no one "belief system, and for some that is not a way to live.  That is why you can't really live in an online world.  It is just a place to visit and grab a cup of tea and a muffin~

Thursday, October 16, 2014

The Differences

You know men and women are very different and I am talking about more than just looking in the mirror.  I believe our whole approach to life is different.  I am not here to say which is better just that they are divergent.

I have spent a lot of time observing my counterparts and these are some of my conclusions.  Men pretty much say what they mean.  Their isn't hidden meaning in their words when they say it's over, by George they mean it's over.  Women on the other hand are tied to emotions.  We connect our experiences to feelings. We are not sure it's over because it doesn't feel like it.

I am convinced that men and women will never be on the same page in life.  We are just not wired the same way.  How we behave has be carefully formed throughout  our lives.  Girls are treated with kid gloves and asked about how they feel whereas boys are told to man up and called weak if they show emotions like fear or pain.

My favorite example to show how the sexes are unalike is shopping.  If you need a red shirt this is how each sex will get it.
 Men will go to the mall find a store, hone in on the shirt section, locate the right size and color and purchase it~ Boom...tracked, shot, and killed~ Hunting of the red shirt took what, all of 10 minutes.

 Women will go to the mall with a friend (or man that wants to please his woman), find the said red shirt~ and try it on, asking ~ how does this make me feel and will not buy a shirt until it feels right~ this could take many hours and the opinion of said friend is imperative to purchase~ hence 3 hour tour for one shirt~

 Knowing we are different means that we can't change each other but we should simply celebrate who we are...

Monday, October 13, 2014

Take a Bow

I know I have said this before...I write for me and me alone.  I am not looking for your approval of the content of my posts.

I post here simply because I love to write and I love to share my ideas.

Don't get me wrong, I am happy you stopped by to carve out some time with me.

I want to thank you for reading my words.  I hope you have been moved one way or another~I really just want to evoke feelings from you...

After sharing my writings, I guess you are a part of me now, for you have seen a glimpse of who I am and who I want to be.

I am not asking for anything in return.  I just want to thank you my friend..take a bow...

Sunday, October 12, 2014

The Dream

My day was long and taxing and all I wanted to do was take a hot bath and wash off its residue.  The hot water lured me to sleep and I soon drifted into a whole new world where I was the spectator.

I watch the story unfold before my eyes...a young girl finding love and a terrible accident that drew her away from the world that she knew...I woke up suddenly with tear-stained eyes. It was as though I had been there in living flesh.   It was so real that it took me a bit to realize it was only a dream and I was still soaking in my warm water bath.  

I was determined to hold on to those thoughts and feeling.  After my bath, I starting writing them down. Before long, seven pages had emerged and there was still so much more to say...

I realized that when I close my eyes tonight that I will travel to another world to be a spectator once again and I cannot wait for another adventure...

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Crisp Air

There is a crisp chill in the air tonight.  Enough to make you shiver and reach for something or someone warm wrap up in.

I guess this is my wake up call to the true end of summer.  I am a little saddened but I am looking forward to the cool days ahead.

I like when the temperature outside is chilly and the inside is toasty-warm.  It is the perfect time for hot tea, homemade soups and baking.

I love to bake.  There is just something satisfying about the lingering smells of freshly baked breads and sweet treats.  It is the best decoration for the holidays.

So, kick off that hard day and cuddle up with me on the sofa and let's enjoy the crispness of this cold night together...

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Dressing Up

I am sitting here staring at the contents of my closet and I realize I have nothing to wear.  I know that buying something new isn't the solution I am seeking. How can that be???

I know that my lack of finding something appropriate doesn't have to do with either the quantity or the quality of articles in my wardrobe.

I just don't feel that pit-in-my-stomach excitement that I use to conjure up when I wrapped myself in something stylish and/or smart.

I miss the playtime and fantasy connection of my wardrobe and I think it is time for an adventure.  It is time to mix and match sophisticated and sexy and see where it takes me this weekend.

I am pulling out the corset and long gloves and I am not sure where the hemline will stop but I know it will be the perfect marriage of naughty and nice...

I am willing to take the risk...of fashion for the chance of having a good are defiantly invited to witness the freeing of my fun!