When I was younger, I knew my dance classes were guaranteed to be fun and I enjoyed them greatly. I loved my dance clothes and shoes, pulling my hair back, listening to all different types of music and learning various things to do with my body. As I grew older I spent as much time as I could at various studios, learning, teaching and preparing to perform. I danced in solos, duets, trios and group dances, in ballet, lyrical, modern, hip hop, folk dancing and so on. As a freshman in college I majored in dance. I did not hesitate when the admissions advisor asked my major- it was dance. 

Now dance was not very practical. Despite my formal training, at 19 my technique was lacking. I was not shaped to be a ballerina and I am probably not coordinated enough to do intense hip hop, still without hesitation I picked dance.

This month I turn 27 years old and it was just moments ago, that I understood my need for dance. This past week, I have been taking pole dance classes at Sexy Assets Fitness and while I am hosting to some insecurities about how much strength I have lost and how out of shape I am, it occurred to me in class Friday night that nothing was bothering me. The stress of a part time, minimum wage job being my only source of income, the stress of moving, the worries of is my relationship too rushed, the concerns of why my boyfriend does or doesn’t do something were all missing. My heart was completely joyous, my body was being worked and I was happy. 

Even now as I am writing this, I am sitting on my bed, with a heavy heart, my mind racing in circles and my eyes watery. Something about dancing removes my sadness, it keeps me safe. It is by far the safest I have ever felt. I yearn for that safety in everything I do, but it is not there. I do not know how to recreate that safe feeling without being in a studio or on a stage, getting my groove on. 

All I know- it matters.

Love, peace, hold the chicken grease.

Lady Glo

If there is one thing that consistently enrages me, it is lying. So after catching people in lies recently, and one of them actually mattering to me, I googled WHY MEN LIE. This article attached came up. It among a few other articles have shed light on a topic that interests me. My sentiments on lying are this, if you lie to me about one thing, no matter how small, how can I trust anything else you say to me?

I’m not going to commit myself to a full blog on this anytime soon. I’m going to mull over everything I read tonight and of course have some discussions with friends and relatives and then I’ll go from there.

Love, peace, hold the chicken grease.

http://youreablackwoman.com/forsinglegirls/2010/06/24/reading-why-men-lie-and-always-will-by-vince-passaro/

A short time back I wrote this in a previous blog:

“During this time I cannot pinpoint any specific struggles of my own, all I know is to this day Heather’s death has left my heart shattered. My smile today has become more real, however December I still dread. The 13th and 14th of December, I still want to hide, sort of. See the thing is, I’ve met someone. She is a wonderful person. Honest, hardworking, loving and beautiful on the inside and out, I just knew she was someone I would want to continue my friendship with. After the epiphany of wanting to keep S in my life, I was shocked to learn her birthday is also December 13th. It was just last week that I told S she shares Heather’s birthday. I kept it from her at first, because I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable and I was afraid the knowledge might be awkward. I’m not sure what made me confess this to S, though a few hours later a question popped into my mind. Was S in my life, so easy for me to desire her as a long time friend, so that I would no longer dread December 13th? Am I truly meant to have a reason to love December 13th again? Heather herself answered me. No sooner than I finished both questions I felt Heather next to me and the song on the radio was no other than The Dance, Heather’s funeral song. My Heather told me yes.”

There are some points from this blog that need to be addressed. First and foremost, I still believe that Gilad Shalit’s return to Israel was NOTHING SHORT OF A GOD GIVEN MIRACLE. The pain and sadness I felt for Shalit was real and the relief I feel with him being home is a blessing. I thank God wholeheartedly for this blessing, aware of the price that we will be continuing to pay.

Second: I love and miss Heather everyday of my life. I never can honor her enough. She is my best friend, my sister and a huge part of my world. There is no replacing Heather and though I still to this day pull over on I-4 sometimes hyperventilating because she will not be at our homes, this year I will look forward to her birthday. I WILL CELEBRATE HEATHER. Her birthday should have never been a day of mourning, that was wrong for me. I will celebrate her . This year on the 13th of December, I may cry and I may be sad, but I will also follow in my mom’s footsteps and I will eat a piece of cake on that day.

Third: In relation to the paragraph quoted, I fully believed Stacy was meant to be in my life for a long time. I fully believed she was meant to teach me the joy in December 13th again, and in some ways she has. I trusted, confided in and believed that Stacy was my friend. While doing those three things, I came made a mistake and have  learned a valuable lesson. Most of my friends that I have met through work, we became close after the employment was terminated or thought to be. I am still “employed” with two of my good friends, whom I love dearly, and with recent events being what they were, I know that it is rare to truly be employed with a friend.

I don’t need to get into all the sticky details, that is not the point here. Suffice it to say that shortly after writing the blogpost quoted above Stacy began proving how she was concerned first and foremost with herself. The lesson I learned is that when people are trying to make ends meet, they will sometimes do less desirable things to save themselves. I made some choices that were less than satisfactory at my most recent business establishment, but they were ultimately errors in judgement that have now cost me my job and my home. Some of these errors in judgement were passed on to the corporate office with the assistance of my coworker while another was a pissed off resident. Regardless, the end result was my lay off and being told I had 10 days to move starting November  21st, 2011. Luckily I was offered a place to live within minutes of the lay off and able to begin packing immediately, I am now job hunting.

I’ve been blessed with friends helping me move and pick up pieces so quickly that I only really got upset one time with this whole ordeal. One door or two, depending on how you count doors, may have closed but I know that when one closes, at least one more opens.

Though I currently feel betrayed and hurt by these events, I feel like I am starring at a blessing in disguise. All I have to do is finish pulling the curtain back. I don’t think much of Stacy now, I feel most positive light regarding her was false. I’m not so sad about this, as I feel that her purpose was served. I felt Stacy was in my life so I could look forward to 12/13 every year and while Stacy will no longer be considered a friend in any fashion, I still have found a reason to look forward to December 13th.

Love, peace and hold the chicken grease!

“You get used to it, if you do it a bit at a time.”

The 12-Step Program

The rules:
Apply these changes, one at a time, until you get used to them. This will probably be 3-4 weeks per step. But in a year’s time, you’ll be eating as healthy as possible.
Focus as much energy as possible on each change for at least a couple weeks. Don’t deviate if you can. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.
If it seems too difficult, make a smaller step instead. For example, instead of cutting out sweets, just cut out cakes and donuts. Smaller steps make things much easier.
Always replace bad food with healthy food that you enjoy.

So these are my rules:

1. I spend A LOT of money eating out, because it is quicker, problem is I am spending too much money then and I don’t know what my food has been cooked in. My first step will be to stop eating out. 1 meal a week can be ate out at a restaurant with friends or family.

2. Drink water instead of soda. As stated in a previous blog, I drink way too much diet coke and now root beer. For caffeine I can replace the morning soda with green tea, other than that it’s water from here on out. (Other than the occasional social drinking.)

3. Count calories/ meal plan. I’m a busy person and when I don’t know in advance what I am having for a meal then I grab something easy from the store or a restaurant. By planning my meals a week in advance, then I only have to go to the store once and I can better plan the rest of my schedule.

4. Learn to make breakfast foods or have a fruit salad instead of cereal, bagels or random left overs from dinner/lunch.

5. Add fresh veggies to dinner. If you don’t already, have some steamed greens with dinner. Cut out a less healthy side dish if you usually eat something else.

6. For about a week or two out of every month I crave red meat, so find out why this is and what supplement with help with this craving.

Right now these are my 6 steps. I’ll have to look more into my diet to add the other 6 steps. I’m thinking a sort of food diary this week will help clue me into some other things I need to pay attention too.

Love, peace, hold the chicken grease!

For the longest time, most of my life if not all, I have been over weight. I have a very strong body; the only thing is… it is hidden under quite a bit of fat. I’m thinking the best way forward from here is to acknowledge some issues I’ve had and admit my fears. Quite honestly, I have been afraid to admit certain fears, because I know they are border line, if not completely unhealthy.

Acknowledgements:

-         My life style is not as healthy as it could be.

• My sleep schedule is pretty regular, but every once and a while I sleep too little or too much.
• I eat out almost every meal and they are seldom what I would consider healthy meals.
• Occasionally I will drink heavily, but as I do not believe that I am out of hand with this, I am not too worried with it.
• I drink WAY too much diet coke.

-         My family recently began the journey of making better health decisions. Out of five of us only one is at a healthy weight.

• Reasons my parents began changing their diet is because of both parents having increasing medical issues.
• My siblings and I were raised with a healthy diet guideline at all, but despite this, what my siblings, parents and I do from here with our diets is our own choosing. My parents fed me when I was younger, I now feed me and I am now responsible for every bite that goes in my mouth.

Admitting my fears:

 I hate to say these, but I feel like I need to be open and honest in order to move forward.

-         The idea of being fat terrifies me. At 5’3, I weigh in at 162 lbs with an hour glass figure and at a size 10/12. The smallest size I have ever been is a size 8. While I am by no means tiny, I am definitely not huge. I see really big people and the idea of being their size scares me. I don’t want to appear that unhealthy, I don’t want to be unhealthy; I want to look in the mirror and love me. I don’t know that I could look in the mirror and love me past 170 lbs, so I feel any bigger and I’d have several other issues.

-         I am uncomfortable in my body, I feel like I am too big and that if I lost weight many of my issues would be resolved. Issues like job satisfaction, financial issues, self image issues, etc.

-         I’m afraid that if I don’t get my health in gear now that I will have a lot of health issues that are genetic later on, i.e.: diabetes, high blood pressure, heart disease, depression, and so on.

-         As it stands now, I am hypoglycemic, my triglycerides count is too high, last I was in the E.R. my blood pressure was too high, but two weeks later it was too low.

Goals:

-         Lose weight and become better toned. I’m thinking 150 lbs toned and hopefully a size 6.

-         Get my blood pressure, triglycerides and cholesterol under control and at a normal rate.

-         Take the stairs more, without getting winded!

-         Run 5ks and maybe some marathon eventually!

-         Get back involved with dance, yoga and sports

-         ULTIMATE GOAL: What I am TRULY trying to accomplish is becoming a healthier me. One that has a long life ahead of her, full of options and adventures.

Where I am at now:

-         Sitting at a job that I moderately like

-         Trying to determine what I am going to be when I grow up

-         Wondering when the hell I am going to get married

-         Restarting week 7 of P90x classic due to some rest time to heal and be a wimp

-         The proud owner of insanity, I have not yet tried this program.

-         The desire and excitement over several other programs that Beachbody offers with hopes of improving my health even more

-         Getting to employ a 12 steps program in regards to eating healthier.

I don’t think I can do this. I KNOW I CAN.

It’s time to request the support I need from friends and family. And it is time to not only bring it physically, but BRING IT with my diet as well!

June 2006- Gilad Shalit an Israeli soldier is abducted on the Gaza border. This is not the first soldier I have heard of being kidnapped, but he is young, only 19, and I begin to pray for a safe and speedy return. Hamas is responsible.

July 2006- Lebanon- Hezbollah and Israel war breaks out. Two more soldiers are kidnapped and taken into Lebanon. Ehud Goldwasser and Eldad Regev are their names. They are not as young, but they have families and again I pray for their safe and speedy release.

September 2006- A close family friend passes away. She is in her 20′s and this is unexpected. Naturally, I am angry and begin to fight with G-d. I began to reject my beliefs and Him. After a few weeks a friend helps me and my anger turns into resolve, I’m not pleased with the situation, but I am handling it better and less angry. I am even coping better, but relief is to be short lived.

October 2006- My great aunt is found with gun shot wounds to her neck. The police closed the case as a suicide, but there is no note and this doesn’t actually set well. My cousins hopefully have peace with this decision and truly that is all that matters, but this begins my anger all over again. Add to it, that I do not know many people who committed suicide or been murdered and I start to feel like an outcast, dirty even. Again, the same friend helps me cope and my anger reduces and I allow myself some peace with G-d.

December 13, 2006- My best friend, Heather’s, 21st birthday. Despite my not feeling well (strep throat) she talks me into going to her celebration.
December 14, 2006- Heather is dead. My life becomes pre Heather’s death and post Heather’s death. My world is shattered and stops. The darkest period of my life consumes me.

December 21, 2006- Finally returning to work and trying to have some sort of normalcy, I go about my day until my dad calls me and tells me to go home. Who is it now is my question as I walk in the door. My maternal grandmother has unexpectedly died. I remember few things, canceling my dive trips so I can assist my mother in N.C. and helping with phone calls.

To this day I don’t remember much of the conclusion of December 2006, but I do remember packing to move to Israel and my mother has told me, I was just in shock. My movement was limited. I was quiet. It was months of living in a blistering hot desert before I ever saw that the sun was out. Tequila tasted like water and school, well that was an epic fail.

2006 concluded but it was July 2008 before anything else notable happened. A prisoner exchange between Hezbollah and Israel was to take place. While we, the Jewish people hoped, that Ehud Goldwasser and Eldad Regev would be released with little to no harm done, their bodies were returned to Israel. This was not shocking, but nonetheless it was tragic. These men left behind families. Something told me they were not alive when the exchange was first announced, but still I hoped.

At this time Gilad still had not received a visit from the Red Cross, and there was extremely little correspondence. The last time anyone would hear from Gilad was summer 2008, a letter would be delivered to him in summer 2009, but that meant little. It did not confirm that he was alive or well for that matter.

During this time I cannot pinpoint any specific struggles of my own, all I know is to this day Heather’s death has left my heart shattered. My smile today has become more real, however December I still dread. The 13th and 14th of December, I still want to hide, sort of. See the thing is, I’ve met someone. She is a wonderful person. Honest, hardworking, loving and beautiful on the inside and out, I just knew she was someone I would want to continue my friendship with. After the epiphany of wanting to keep S in my life, I was shocked to learn her birthday is also December 13th. It was just last week that I told S she shares Heather’s birthday. I kept it from her at first, because I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable and I was afraid the knowledge might be awkward. I’m not sure what made me confess this to S, though a few hours later a question popped into my mind. Was S in my life, so easy for me to desire her as a long time friend, so that I would no longer dread December 13th? Am I truly meant to have a reason to love December 13th again? Heather herself answered me. No sooner than I finished both questions I felt Heather next to me and the song on the radio was no other than The Dance, Heather’s funeral song. My Heather told me yes.

Wow my tears are salty. Luckily, I am blessed to have a very concerned puppy who will emerge to care for me and stay close until my tears dry. Then again he will also try to clean my face for me. LOL Silly dog.

I had a dream the other day and Heather was my guardian angel in it. She saved both me and D, still I witnessed what she sort of went through her last minutes on earth. Waking up I was shocked and devastated. Both symptoms from the dream have worn off and I have finally understood, it is time for me to move on. I have been stuck at 2006 for too long and I have known this, but applying knowledge isn’t always the easiest.

A week ago when the exchange for Gilad was announced, I thought it was too good to be true, but I checked updates on the situation every chance I got and as we got closer to the exchange, I realized it was happening. As Monday night, EST, wore on and it got closer to when the exchange was to begin to occur I realized I needed Gilad to be alive. The entire time I have mourned Heather’s death, I have prayed for Gilad’s life. For Gilad to be alive makes no sense. Hamas are terrorists. Gilad was never seen by the Red Cross, nor was he heard from since 2008. Israel would still release the 1,027 murderers from Israeli prisons in exchange for the body to bury. I knew all of this and my head said, “Brace yourself Rebecca, he could be dead. They might not release Gilad. They ARE terrorists.” Yet each piece of my heart said Gilad is alive. Gilad IS coming home. HE IS ALIVE. My heart knew.

Gilad had to be alive, so I could continue to love. I was prepared to blacken my heart towards people and forget my humanity if he was not. It seems silly, but I’ve only recently been able to feel Heather and I wonder if she is one of his guardian angels, because my darkest days, Gilad was the light I hoped for. I do not need to meet him, to tell you that I love him. Gilad fills my heart and his safe return today, has helped seal some of those pieces of my heart back together. Gilad is my living angel. Gilad is my miracle. Heather was not meant to survive her accident no matter how much I wanted her too, but Gilad was meant to survive a different set of darker days.

Gilad and I still have dark days ahead of us. We both will have to move forward, but from different things. My dark days are more of a struggle on how to proceed, how to carry on and what to make my life. Gilad’s dark days may involve nightmares, confusion and internal conflict greater than any of us will ever know. So I have, perhaps selfishly, prayed for Gilad to be alive, but now I pray for his days to have light. For him to enjoy the warm Israeli sun. I pray for Gilad’s breathing to become easier, and his burden to be shared with as many as possible so it is light for him.

My prayer now is this: Heather share his burden. I will miss you dearly and hope to still feel you next to me, but I will start remembering you. I will begin to forgive myself for pretending you did not exist. I will forgive you for the turn you made too soon. I promise. Just help Gilad.

Gilad, welcome home. We have held our breathe waiting for you return and we have missed you beyond all reason. Welcome home, we are so happy to have you back.

You see we are all connected, it’s just a matter of how.

I do not want to leave out the people who lost family or friends to the terrorists who have been or will be released from our prisons, this cost is high. Your suffering is great, but you too are not alone. You see, everywhere I stand, I stand with Israel. And I know I am not the only one. Your suffering, your pain, is my suffering and my pain. I will not pretend to understand, but you are not alone.

With all my love, all my peace and still no chicken grease.

AM YISRAEL CHAI

Graffiti stills tags the thoroughly depressed walls, waiting to be painted over, but pleading to be anything other than pink.

Pink is so pleasant, sweet and innocent. Why am I having such issues with this color? My girlfriends are sitting around the parlor in a circle prattling on about different matters, sorta. One is discussing her upcoming wedding, others their relationships. A long sigh escapes me and I wonder how we got here. Sure, we are in our mid twenties and maybe this is the normal time to settle down, but these goddamned pink walls. Why for the love of everything holy is there so much pink? At least the house is coming along. I half listen to my friends, contemplating being partially jealous, while simultaneously scolding myself for thinking to allow something so trivial, like a relationship to distract me from the project and real issues at hand.

The banisters once a proud oak, would be lovely designed the exact same, yet out of mahogany with a gloss overlay. I smile in the direction of my friends, but the house has much to be done. Three rooms down, how many to go? Why isn’t the baby room bothering me? It’s still empty. Childless. Less than one day. Yet for once, I am happy.

Startled awake I realize that something is not right. That house contains extreme levels of malice, why was I content even for a moment? How could the pinkness distract me that much? The house does not mean well. It means to harm, but it just needs love. I may as well have just woken up from realizing my baby is dead, I am so distressed about the contentment I felt in the house.

I look over and you are sleeping there, unaware. Maybe it is your fault that I felt content in that house. I don’t know. I don’t want to think about it. I want to pretend you don’t exist. The house, what is it? I barely understand. I thought I knew, but I can’t remember.

 
This agreement was found online, but was poorly written. There were several incorrect spellings, grammar, punctuation and extremely
vulgar. I decided to rewrite it and as such probably changed at least 40 percent of the agreement and I am proud to say that this
agreement is now mine. Happy reading. 

This pre-booty call agreement (here in after referred to as the "Agreement") is entered
into on the _____________ day of ___________, 20____
by______________________________ and ________________________________.

THIS AGREEMENT SHALL COVER THE FOLLOWING RULE AND
PRINCIPALS:

1. No sleeping over. Unless it is very good and we need to repeat it in the
morning.

2. No meeting in public except for dinner or drinks before the events of the
evening.

3. No calls before 9:00 PM. We don't have anything to talk about.

4. None of that "love-making" shit. Only SEX allowed.

5. No emotional discussions. (I.e. Where are we heading with this? Do you love
me?) The answer is no, so don't ask.

6. No plans made in advance, that is why you are called "the backup". Unless
you are from out of town, then it's a one-time advanced arrangement.

7. All gifts are accepted, money is always good, alcohol is even better.

8. No "baby" or "honey" talks. However, dirty talk is encouraged. Additionally,
very dirty talk is acceptable, as long as you do not sound ignorant.

9. No asking for comparisons with former lovers. For those 60 minutes that you're
in, you are all that matters at that moment.

10. No calling each other "friends with privileges" or "friends with benefits". We
are not friends, just sex buddies.

11. Calling out the wrong name during sex is okay, don't be offended. I won't.

12. No extra clothing. I don't want you leaving anything behind when you leave.

13. No falling asleep right after sex. It's over, so get your ass up, get dressed and
go the fuck home.

14. Don't be offended if I don't ask if you enjoyed it, I don't care.

15. Don't ask me if I know who my daddy is. I already know it isn’t you. Further
more, if I knew who my daddy is, the probability of this booty call would be
greatly reduced as I would have less daddy issues. (This section invalid in the
Bible Belt states only, i.e. West Virginia, Virginia, Kentucky, Tennessee, North
and South Carolina, Missouri, Arkansas, Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas, Mississippi,
Louisiana, Alabama, Georgia, North Florida and parts of Central Florida
(excluding the cities Tampa, St. Petersburg, Clearwater and Orlando.)

16. Don't ask me whose pussy this is because that is a self explanatory question.
It's attached to its rightful owner.

17. Don't ask me why I got a Christmas tree tattoo on one side of my punany and
a turkey on the other. Everyone knows that the best eating happens between
Thanksgiving & Christmas.

18. You cannot borrow my car for any reason.

19. You can not hold money for any reason, especially if I am Jewish.

20. If anyone asks who I am, the standard response will be: "I don't know. I
thought she looked familiar too".

21. Doggie style is the preferred position. The less the eye contact we have the
better. If you can follow the second part of this section, then we can open up the
Kama Sutra and try other positions as well.

22. No kissing on the lips. If you toss my salad on the first date, who knows what
else you do.

23. No condoms, no bitching. You can leave.

24. Bring your own drink, I am not your liquor store and you better not come over
too drunk to get it up or to last long enough to get me off.

25. No you cannot use my phone. I don't want anyone calling back looking for
you.

EXTRA TIP FOR SUCCESSFUL BOOTY CALLS
The aforementioned rules may only be altered by the holder of the agreement.
If the other party attempts to change or alter any terms of the agreement, it will
automatically become null and void. And you will then be removed from the
BOOTY CALL LIST and deleted from phone memory, e-mail list, facebook,
myspace, twitter, foursquare, google plus and any other social networking site we
both have. In other words, you will be BLOCKED from all communications and
sexual positions until your silly ass understands the rules.

Participating Party 1
Signature: ______________________
Date: ____________________

Participating Party 2
Signature: ____________________
Date: ________________________

Not the point however.

I threw my year away. It was a horrible idea. I love sex and my sexuality is very much apart of who I am. It has been for a very long time. Blame society, my family or the friends I grew up with. Hell, if it makes you happy, blame the Bush family, I don’t care. What I do care about is how I have been letting RELATIONSHIP BOOKS make me feel bad about who I am!!!! WTF? No, I am not kidding. I am so sick of being told to be myself and be something different than me, or to scale myself down all in ONE book. Talk about confusing, I mean who am I supposed to be. I’ve decided to be me. Yeah, I’m still single, but I am having fun. And I have been able to spend more time with my girlfriends and if you have met those crazy ladies… then you know my world is spinning and full of fun. Love those ladies.

Jogging around my world is men, several men actually. All of them different, all of them amazing in their own way and ones that I probably won’t marry. I’ve just gotten logical about it, at least I think I have. I need to be me, I love me. I rock and am amazing. I’ve spent countless minutes, turning into countless hours, days, weeks and possibly years, wondering why no one appreciates me for me. News flash: If you aren’t being yourself, who is going to appreciate the fabulous you? Logic.

I’m not going to sit here and toot my own horn. I am fucking rad and I know this. Yes, there are times where I could be kinder, or draw the line more gently, I could be less vulgar (my mom would love that), or I could even go easier on people when they screw up, but who doesn’t have room for improvement?

I’ve wondered lately what is my issue with being alone and I don’t have an answer. Really, I don’t think it is an issue either, because I see my friends that are in happy relationships and I am so happy for them. The ones getting married and having children, I can hardly wait to see their adventures. They are so blessed and I am blessed to share that world with them. The thing about me is I just feel ready, I feel ready to be me, consistently and to merge with someone else. I’m fabulous, but I want to share my fabulousness with someone else equally amazing that inspires me to see the world even more clearly. I just want that love, that amazing, accepting love. I feel it everywhere I go, but I want that one person to share it with. Am I making sense? Maybe not, maybe I am making so much sense you are feeling that love and warm growing feeling in your heart, but also that twinge deep in your gut.

By the way, for those of you remember, Mr Green Eyes has been allowed to reappear. Possibly stay tuned for some serious and honest fun. Who knows what I “blog” about next. hahaha.

Let’s leave it at this, I want to be consumed in the fire and you can lay lilies at my ashes.

Love, peace, hold the chicken grease.

The hectic day owed to a wedding and having to work. I had a blast at my friend’s wedding (this is the friend who introduced me to Mr Green Eyes.) Needless to say he is on the brain a bit too much for comfort, but true to my form I am plenty busy and have many distractions at any given time. Somehow I am still bored- sheesh so and so nailed it on the head when it told me he thinks I am difficult to please. Yes, ladies and gents- a stranger picked up on this. Gah, whatever.

Anyway today was fantastic! I am so happy for my friend, I remember when I met her and she was in a less than pleasing situation. I’m so happy things have been looking up for her and that she is happy. It feels good to know that a friend is finding love and beginning a new chapter in her life, one that she approached with eagerness and enthusiasm.

You know it-

Love, peace and hold the chicken grease!