Archive | July, 2010

Notes from 35000ft

20 Jul

So I am a little heated as my phone deleted the 1st version of this :(. But I will try this again.

Apparently every time I get onto a long plane ride I tend to get a lot of good thinking out. Mainly random thoughts about life situations and love and whatever miscellaneous stuff happens during a flight So I have this handy dandy app on my phone for WordPress we shall see how it works..

(note: recalling what I wrote the 1st time is difficult. That is all :(. I know these are all in the wrong order and while I type this someones under arm deodorant game is making me sick to my stomach.)

That being said I am going to remix it and dedicate this one to airplane etiquette.

Turn off your damn phone and have a seat. Seriously. Is the conversation really that important. And FYI, yes the flight attendant can see you. I’m ready to go. And can you already have the magazine you want to read in your setback pocket prior to taking off?

Security check point: Ok. These TSA rules have been in effect how long? Why don’t people still not get it. No you cannot bring your full size product bottle with you on the plane. Nor can you bring perfume or anything else that is a liquid or gel. And stop trying to bargain with the TSA agents they are just doing their jobs.

Back to the plane…

Bathrooms: 2 things here…the bathrooms are small as is…please clean up behind yourselves people. I hardly use them as is. But its nice when its clean. (travel tip:carry baby wipes) and the other thing if you must blow up the bathroom, there is a little something called courtesy flushing. Stop knocking out the flight attendants and people in the back rows with your foolishness.

Just because I smile and say hello doesn’t mean I am trying to have a conversation with you the entire flight. No. I’m southern. I’m being polite. When you see the ear buds in do not tap me to ask me a question. I’m trying to catch up on sleep or something or drawing. Please stop the madness. Or. You will end up like this lady on this flight that got shut down by this other passenger when she tried to strike up a convo.

The people with babies on flights. My heart goes out to you. I have nothing bad to say. But it’s those folks with the uncontrollable toddlers…your “baby” has one more time to kick my seat. Because if you don’t handle it after the 1st look I will. Give em a shot so that thy can sleep during the flight, ala Mr. T. in the A-Team.

Last but not least when deplaning…please sit in your seat. Why must it be a cattle call when the captain turns off the fasten seat belt sign. We still have to wait. I can understand you needing to stretch…I’m 6’0. I understand, but to everyone else who feels the need to stand I the aisle when you are in 22f and the cabin door hasn’t been opened yet with bags in hand, have a seat.

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From Song to Reality?

19 Jul

This topic came to mind on the way back to Altoona, PA after Eric Roberson’s concert in Pittsburgh…If you have never seen him live or heard of him at all I suggest you google him or head to www.blueerrosoul.com. During the drive I was A, on cloud 9, because I just met the man behind the music and it had left me in one of those “I miss love moods.” And I as I am flicking through my iPod on the road home all of these songs just starting playing song after song…To those that are like ok WTF I am a self-confessed music junkie. I love music…everything from the beat to the instruments used, to the arrangement, to chords played..ALL of it…but tonight my beloved love of music left me wondering…

Do lyrics of a song ever become reality? I’m not talking about those “My Dougie” type songs. No I’m referring to those Neo/Soulful love songs…

I guess this can fall in to the same category of a movie but I tend to think that they can…Why? Well lyrics for the most part come out of the writers heart…True lyrics, I believe, come from the soul…To convey truly how someone feels and/or wants to feel about that one person in question. Take the song at the bottom, “She” by Eric Roberson…He goes in describing the woman who he loves and how its ok to be completely vulnerable to and with someone…

“I reached out to her and she just slid right in
The only thing I could ever want is that this never end
She laid her face under mine so she could breathe my air
Just in case she drifts to sleep she know I’m there
...”

Its songs like this that make me wonder do men really want that out of a relationship? Do you really want the long term or the just for tonight? All women, well most women, want to know that someone feels this way about them…and honestly its what fuels our need and desire to both want to be loved and to love. It’s hard as a single woman, because it’s not that we are so in a rush to be just in a relationship in order not to be lonely…no, for me I just want to be about to give this type of love back to someone who really loves me. Call me crazy….possibly its because I am a Leo, and have the tendency to love strong and love hard…and I see other people in relationships and long and yearn for that simplistic intimacy. I’m not asking for your bank account number or keys to your whip, I just want to know will you really let a woman love you to the point that you can be completely transparent? Can you? Can we? (Sidenote: SWV’s classic can we popped into my head here..my bad…back to the serious moment at hand)

I think that this can happen…Only if both parties are willing open and honest…Why can’t we get back to the basics of how love used to be before the high divorce rates and false images of relationships and marriages portrayed by the media…My prayer is that we begin to rebuild our family unit from the inside out….perhaps then we can rebuild our communities and so on?

Artisitc.Awakening.Dreams.Realized.

12 Jul

Another new pieve I am working on…

Bravado is a Bitch…

12 Jul

So you will learn through this blog a lot about my relationships…I have been an avid MySpace blogger for a hot minute but i think I am going to move on to something bigger and better, that gives me a few more options on how I choose to express myself…That being said here goes 🙂

When I 1st began this blogging adventure, I would have word defined centered blogs….Much like PeeWee’s playhouse secret word of the day…full on with the screaming and Lawrence Fishburne in the jacked up cowboy hat and chaps…hahaha!!

That being said, here is the word of the day, BRAVADO!

Lol this is where you jump, scream, yell, carry on and so forth!!
Bravado: –noun, plural -does, -dos.
a pretentious, swaggering display of courage.

Some men never cease to amaze me. I guess I just don’t get it you know. Maybe it’s a part of the male psyche. This sense o bravado, where they feel they have to be brave in all manners even when they are scared shitless.

OK. On to the ex. For those of you that are new to the blog you will soon get to know him quite well. Family…it’s like I don’t even know my friend anymore. He is married now. WTf. to a chick that he once called crazy. Color me confused. How does that even gel? The only thing I can come up with is that he made her out to be worse?? But no, because this is the same girl who has called my house and hung up and has emailed me on several occasions asking me to leave her husband alone, and has talked shit about me to my mutual acquaintances. lol. Funny thing is I haven’t talked to the ex in close to year. *shrugs*. But according to her I’m the Drama filled crazy one.

I really have been trying to figure out WHY he decided to get married. I just kept going over it because I ain’t gonna lie It hurt and to some extent still stings whenever I hear a song that was once known as “ours”.

But one day it hit me….bravado…see the ex has always struggled with this thing of needing to prove that he can do things on his own. so by him making this decision, this is a way of showing his family that he can do things without them…moreover without me. man. still in all. whatever the reason…in my head it doesn’t make it right. yeah you have put on your big boy britches but they don’t fit quite right no matter how hard you try to make them. it kills me when people make lifetime decisions from temporary circumstances. That false sense of confidence will mess things up every time.

Honestly I don’t want him back. Not at this time anyway. There is a lot to still sift through emotionally if that opportunity ever presented itself, and even then I still couldn’t say that yes I want him back. But family I really really want the best for him. And I know that if the best isn’t me, cool. But it hurts me to see him make fucked up decisions based on the size of little head rather than the one up top. Especially when he is blatantly hurting the people you love…and when everyone can see a problem but him.

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