Mix Tape Monday
I worked at a law office this last week and this is what I did.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
Not so texty?
What is this phenomenon? Has the text surpassed the call? Now let me preface this tirade with an acknowledgement that I am a active participant in Twitter. We have formed a group as a result called "the framily" and consider ourselves a cult on the rise, so consider yourself forewarned. This group is filled with people with whom I have a long standing relationships and consider some of my best friends. So, this being said, I think that the "text" does have its place. I am frustrated by the "get to know you texts" that I have recently observed and encountered.
So let the tirade begin. ...
Okay, boys do you really think a girl will swoon over some carefully chosen sentences like the following "What r u up 2?" You know what? If you cannot take the time to type a two letter word, I don't think I have the time to get to know you. Or perhaps your severe case of number dyslexia disables you? Cannot or will not dial my digits, but can text them?
I am perplexed or pertexted.
Fight Any Day
"...her heart is violated and the message is driven farther in: you are not desired, you will not be protected; no one will fight for you."
The fear in every woman's heart. It lies in a secret place that she covers with cynacism, bitterness, and at times, independence.
I think really this struggle goes beyond gender to a deeper place, the very core our humanity. Don't we all want to know we are worth it? Worth the effort, worth the time, or even worth the phone call? We walk around with the nagging hope that someone, somewhere will think so. I was talking to a friend last night about the extremes that we go through to make ourselves be appealing or desired by others.
I thought the irony of it all is that once we change who we are to receive the needed acceptance we usually lose it. It is hard to admire a chameleon, their change is entertaining, but hardly worth treasuring.
My fighter is not hard to describe. I think he would know me and accept me for just that. Maybe to wonder what I thought about things, to read the books I read just because I read them, to want to really know me. He wouldn't want anything but the truth and love my truth.
One wonderful boy sent me this and I'll treasure it always. 
That's what I'll wait for. Someone prepared for the fight.
So what is involved in your fight? What is the thing that you most need to feel battled for? Tell me what is most important to you.
Monday, June 16, 2008
The Dangers of Men
A strange phenomenon has occurred the last month in my life. I have been inundated with the "set-up". This is so unusual because 1) I am extremely picky (aka critical) 2) I am somewhat complex (high maintenance) and to most, impossible to manage 3) I am dubious at best 4) Except for those few brilliant people who see my invaluable attributes (love me) no one would intentionally subject their friends to such a case of emotional liabilities...at least, so I thought.
My two most recent suitors have come in the form of the ex-con. They have both served time for drug possession and the subsequent crimes that accompany such things. They are tattooed, tough, and now love Jesus. I wondered briefly if this was to insinuate that I am a girl "only a hardened criminal could love" or perhaps loving me would be like "serving time." I then came to the conclusion that it was my unlimited grace and love for broken, but strong that illuminated me for such a role. (Stop laughing, I need to believe this to preserve my self-esteem.)
I have never been one to tame. I like the danger, the excitement, and the "bad boys" if you must categorize them. I also know that there has to be a balance between the abusive and the doormat. I read this quote from Wild at Heart:
"A stallion is hard to tame. If you want a safer, quieter, animal, there's an easy solution: castrate him. A gelding is much more compliant. You can lead him around by the nose; he'll do what he's told without putting up a fuss. There's only one problem: Gelding's don't give life. They can't come through for you the way a stallion can. A stallion is dangerous all right, but if you want the life he offers, you have to have the danger too. They go together."
The perfect balance I dub thee "Rhett Butler" Here's a guy who sees Scarlett for all she is and thinks I can tame this one. He is up for the challenge. Strong, witty, and incorrigible. He can fight when he needs to, charm when necesary, a doting father, and even handles finances. A war hero when called upon and a lover above all. So Scarlet blew it, but he was her match in every way. So for that he deserves to be an ideal.
I want the strength. If that means stubbornness, tattoos, or a temper...come what may, I'm all in. In today's world, it may take a different form: to change the tire, cut down the tree, and even rescue the beauty from herself.
I am ready for a man to do it.
Not because I am not capable, but because I don't think I am meant to.
Friday, June 13, 2008
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