First, let me just say that I pretty much suck at this whole blogging consistently. However, I am trying to be a responsible adult. The first thing I did was find someone to edit my posts (I’m terrified of the judgment since I think in Spanish and write in English), second thing I’m going to do is complete the blog challenge I started. But first, a whole new blog!
I’m going through a major change. Not only did I turn the big 2-5 (is that even a relevant age) but I decided that this year will be my most selfish one yet. What does that mean? To me it means that if you are not doing anything to contribute to my well being you are gone!
I started with my closet; I have an unnecessary amount of shoes and clothing. So I decided I was going to do major facelift to my step-in closet. Getting rid of clothes was easy, I just had to try it on, hate it on the spot and move on. My shoes, on the other hand, were a different story. You see, I intend to be the next Imelda Marcos, not the whole bad politician but the obsessive shoe owner side of her. I was only able to give away one pair, and it was these ugly red suede boots I got a long time ago because they were on sale. Anyway back to the point of this blog post. As I was deciding what shoes I would keep I realized I was justifying why I was keeping them. You know the whole “well I can use them with so many outfits” or “I know I have another pair of black leather pumps but these have a vintage feel to them.” Trust me all these were valid arguments in my head. There was one problem… I realized I did the same thing to my memories.
If you’ve read my blog before you know I talked about a significant other. We were together for a little over 7 months. Honestly the ending is such a blur that it could be more like 8 months. All of it was long distance. I have no actual memories of things we did together which is a problem because I tend to embellish my memories with feelings. What I mean is that I will recall what I was doing and then I will “remember” how I felt. With this person I over-embellish. There was nothing nice about the long, drawn out break up. It was difficult, painful and funny. If I told you the story you would just have to laugh at how ridiculous it was. The thing is that when I remember it, now that this person is finally living in the same state, I don’t completely recall the crappy ending; I remember the sweet texts that have been deleted, the falling asleep together via Skype and our weird Voxer phase. Even now as I write this I realize I’m making it seem better than it was sometimes.
This year will be my most selfish year because I refuse to keep shoes that hurt my feet (although I might keep my wonderful 5 inch nude pumps). I refuse to let anyone that hurt me, made me think less of myself and even question my values back into my life. So readers, be selfish, don’t justify their actions, do what makes you happy and content. Only do those things that add to your life and allow you to sleep in peace. Be grown!
Until next time when I just have to vent about something vintage (my ex) that wants to make it into my modern life,
Monday, April 28, 2014
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Day 2: When being single sucks...
Two posts in one night? What?
This challenge is actually pretty relevant to my life right now. I recently saw a video about a popular comedian who was talking about his reasons for not liking cell phones. In this video there is a portion that he talks about why people use cell phones, his reasoning is that people use it when they are lonely. They use it to feel connected to something, or someone.
This brings me to the question.
A moment when being single sucks...
For me its the moments when I'm not busy, when I have a chance to breathe and realize that I'm going to go back to my apartment and I'll have no one to share it with.
Surprisingly its not during the obvious times. You would think its when I'm watching a romantic comedy, or when I'm reading a historical romance or even when I'm helping one of my closest friends plan her wedding. No I don't think being single sucks during these moments, at least not for me.
Being single sucks when I continue to succeed in something and having someone seems unattainable because I feel men will be intimidated or when there is a prolonged moment of silence. These moments come unexpectedly, I'll be laughing, planning something or reading and then the moment comes.
I'll feel lonely, sometimes even unworthy. I let the moment take me, I shed tears if I have to and then I go back to whatever it is I was doing.
I can't believe I'm going to post this.
Oh well, this is supposed to be my therapy.
Adios, until my vintage thoughts clash with my modern mind,
Day 1: Why am I still single?
In an effort to start writing again and to save money on the many issues I'm sure I have, I have decided to enter this blogging challenge. Here goes nothing.
How do I respond to that question? It depends who is asking.
If it happens to be my grandmother (or any other female family member) I will most likely say I am to busy or selfish to share my life with anyone else.
It its a handsome man, I will most likely say something terribly sarcastic, because I have recently discovered that this is how I flirt.
But if I was being completely honest I would say...
The reason I'm single is because I have something I'm looking for, a high standard for love and what a relationship should look like. I simply cannot bring myself to settle for something that at the root is not that. I've tried to convince myself that love is a fairytale and that its for die-hard romantics but at the end of the day I know what I want.
So until I find someone I can be myself with, someone that shares my love for service, someone that wants to share who they are with me and will take care of me as if I was their most prized possession, someone who will allow me to be the leader I am and who in return will let me be their biggest cheerleader, until then, I will be single.
So when people ask me Why are you still single I will respond, I'm not ready for him yet.
Ciao world, until my vintage thoughts clash with my modern mind,
Friday, April 12, 2013
Female Empowerment?
Blog post I started a year ago and finished today...
Hey everyone, (I really have to stop using the plural... wishful thinking)
I would have never guessed that working as a strategic tutor would open my eyes to so many things that are wrong with the world and my perception of it. So that being said lets get to the meat of this wonderful blog. Until very recently I had been on this supposed "I'm a woman and I'm ok with it" kick; which means that I had finally come to terms with what the Latino (religious inspired) culture had established the place for women was. Thanks to my female students I have had a change of heart.
I assume that what I was referring to was being comfortable with being a feminine woman. What I mean by that is being ok with liking makeup and heels and all things (most things) girlie. I served in a bilingual high school classroom with students that had spent less than three years living in the U.S. and were heavily influenced by the media. What I liked was that even at that age they were comfortable with who they were.
I had decided to go natural that year and still struggled with it. I straightened my hair so that kids would respect me and sometimes I would wear makeup. I had conversations with my co-workers on how wearing makeup was not making me be a conformist but how I was actually being who I wanted to be. My Latina mentoring group proved me wrong.
They were much more courageous than I was. They owned their quirkiness, their individuality and their weaknesses. They were strong because they were weak. They cried because they didn't understand why people always tried to change who they wanted to be. They fought because they wanted the choice to be original and they rocked my world.
Before them, I made changes in my appearance because I wanted to be accepted; after them, I made changes in my appearance because I wanted the world to accept them. A year later I am the girl with the big Afro who students instantly recognize. I wear what I like when I like and I'm never less than a feminine woman for doing so. The best feeling in the world is having your students recognize their own power and knowing that you are their example. I loved the first time I heard "I don't have to do anything I don't want, Ms. Paola does not do it!"
Now instead of being on my "I'm a woman and ok with it" kick, I am empowered to be me which is much more than just a woman. Thank you to "The Originals," for making this happen. You are stronger than you know.
Never let it be said that a modern mind cannot finish a vintage thought ; )
Hey everyone, (I really have to stop using the plural... wishful thinking)
I would have never guessed that working as a strategic tutor would open my eyes to so many things that are wrong with the world and my perception of it. So that being said lets get to the meat of this wonderful blog. Until very recently I had been on this supposed "I'm a woman and I'm ok with it" kick; which means that I had finally come to terms with what the Latino (religious inspired) culture had established the place for women was. Thanks to my female students I have had a change of heart.
I assume that what I was referring to was being comfortable with being a feminine woman. What I mean by that is being ok with liking makeup and heels and all things (most things) girlie. I served in a bilingual high school classroom with students that had spent less than three years living in the U.S. and were heavily influenced by the media. What I liked was that even at that age they were comfortable with who they were.
I had decided to go natural that year and still struggled with it. I straightened my hair so that kids would respect me and sometimes I would wear makeup. I had conversations with my co-workers on how wearing makeup was not making me be a conformist but how I was actually being who I wanted to be. My Latina mentoring group proved me wrong.
They were much more courageous than I was. They owned their quirkiness, their individuality and their weaknesses. They were strong because they were weak. They cried because they didn't understand why people always tried to change who they wanted to be. They fought because they wanted the choice to be original and they rocked my world.
Before them, I made changes in my appearance because I wanted to be accepted; after them, I made changes in my appearance because I wanted the world to accept them. A year later I am the girl with the big Afro who students instantly recognize. I wear what I like when I like and I'm never less than a feminine woman for doing so. The best feeling in the world is having your students recognize their own power and knowing that you are their example. I loved the first time I heard "I don't have to do anything I don't want, Ms. Paola does not do it!"
Now instead of being on my "I'm a woman and ok with it" kick, I am empowered to be me which is much more than just a woman. Thank you to "The Originals," for making this happen. You are stronger than you know.
Never let it be said that a modern mind cannot finish a vintage thought ; )
L.O.V.E.
So I have been in a relationship for about three months now... A recent record. My usual time limit to know if something is going to work or not is that time right after the first month but not yet the second month... Or the 6 week trial. Regardless my extremely intelligent yet enfuriating partner has made it to three months. Congrats! This blog post is centered, if you have not noticed before, in the things that I have been thinking about, freaking out about and just the general nonsense that goes on in my head when I have time to think.
One of my closest and insightful friends posted a blog about why she was not necesarily excited about getting married and her reasons why. Here it is if you want to check it out http://fishonbikes.blogspot.com/2013/04/why-im-not-excited-to-get-married.html. This and a conversation about marriage with an ex made me think about my own relationship. Yes it has only been three months, but when you know, you know... Although I am usually private about such things I consider it ok to write about this in this space because I do not have tons of readers : ).
Let me get to the point. Recently I have been thinking about that mandatory phrase that commited couples feel the need to say all the time, and to which I may have fallen victim,"I love you." I'm both terified and fascinated by the power that phrase holds, at some point in my life you could never get me to utter those three words. Yet here I am, repeating them to someone.
What I want to do is to stop saying them. You may wonder why, so I will give you my reasons. I'm in a long distance relationship, where I can't really physically express my feelings for my partner. I rely on cute text messages, the ocasional picture and the even more foreign phone call. We say the phrase alot, and honestly I'm a little tired of it. I've had an itch about it. I can't really explain when it started, maybe when I would feel irritated we didn't say them to each other or when we went a week without having a meaningful conversation because we were both so busy. The point is I'm trying to take them out of our rotation.
You know that saying that "your actions speak louder than your words?" That is what I am going for. I don't have to repeat the words every single night, I don't have to rely on these eight letters to express how commited I am to this relationship. All I have to do is show it. The problem is I'm so used to saying them that I have no idea how to prove it. I was using them as a filler, the same way I say umm and like when I have the need to ramble.
So I'm taking a stand against saying I love you and I will be trying to make my actions speak louder than this overused phrase. This is going to be fun... Please tell me you read the sarcasm dripping from that sentence.
Until next time when my vintage thoughts have nothing to do with my modern mind.
PS
Sorry Eva for using your great post in my ramblings.
One of my closest and insightful friends posted a blog about why she was not necesarily excited about getting married and her reasons why. Here it is if you want to check it out http://fishonbikes.blogspot.com/2013/04/why-im-not-excited-to-get-married.html. This and a conversation about marriage with an ex made me think about my own relationship. Yes it has only been three months, but when you know, you know... Although I am usually private about such things I consider it ok to write about this in this space because I do not have tons of readers : ).
Let me get to the point. Recently I have been thinking about that mandatory phrase that commited couples feel the need to say all the time, and to which I may have fallen victim,"I love you." I'm both terified and fascinated by the power that phrase holds, at some point in my life you could never get me to utter those three words. Yet here I am, repeating them to someone.
What I want to do is to stop saying them. You may wonder why, so I will give you my reasons. I'm in a long distance relationship, where I can't really physically express my feelings for my partner. I rely on cute text messages, the ocasional picture and the even more foreign phone call. We say the phrase alot, and honestly I'm a little tired of it. I've had an itch about it. I can't really explain when it started, maybe when I would feel irritated we didn't say them to each other or when we went a week without having a meaningful conversation because we were both so busy. The point is I'm trying to take them out of our rotation.
You know that saying that "your actions speak louder than your words?" That is what I am going for. I don't have to repeat the words every single night, I don't have to rely on these eight letters to express how commited I am to this relationship. All I have to do is show it. The problem is I'm so used to saying them that I have no idea how to prove it. I was using them as a filler, the same way I say umm and like when I have the need to ramble.
So I'm taking a stand against saying I love you and I will be trying to make my actions speak louder than this overused phrase. This is going to be fun... Please tell me you read the sarcasm dripping from that sentence.
Until next time when my vintage thoughts have nothing to do with my modern mind.
PS
Sorry Eva for using your great post in my ramblings.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Lets do this!
Ok so I was thinking that maybe I should get this "I'm starting my new job" blog post over with...
On Monday I start my service commitment for 10 months with City Year Milwaukee which ended up being a better fit for now instead of the Peace Corps. Along with a spanking brand new snazzy uniform I get to meet around 60-70 new people and that ladies and gentlemen is FREAKING me out... But I'm also nervous about these new places I'm about to go to, not literally since I'm staying in Milwaukee, but I will most definitely be leaving my comfort zone and my social butterfly switch will most likely be on the "on" setting all the time (how exhausting) regardless, its a different world that I'm not used to and maybe it will take some getting used to. One thing I know for sure I'm going to try my best to enjoy it!
Ok now that the above message has been shared let us get to the nitty gritty : )
So I decided to go to Wisconsin's greatest festival for Heart Attacks Waiting to Happen... or in other words Wisconsin State Fair and because the day was gloomy and I was going against my will (only a little) I dressed while putting little effort... translation would be literally my comfy mom jeans (can you still call them that if you are not a mom?), a blah grey T-Shirt, because it was chilly a yellow scarf, and my sensible black flats. No makeup, nothing special to the hair and I didn't even bother with contacts. I was attempting to send a message, IT DIDN'T COME THROUGH! So here I am being called over by a guy that seems to be selling something so like the shopaholic I am I approach him... Little did I know it was to get my number and to be my friend.... 8 - /...
Although I have to give him points for properly introducing himself, he quickly lost them when he went for the number after the introduction... Really? Sorry I don't give my number like that. Second fail? Asking if we could be friends when your intentions were far from friendship. Third fail? Assuming the reason I did not give you my number was because you were African-American.
This my friends made it very very very easy to walk away from him.
Although I did get flustered because my friends ditched me in my moment of need, I knew that that was not what I expect an approach to be like.
Perfect approach?
It has to be confident but not overly so, sweet but not melodramatic, there must be an interest expressed and there has to be a wow factor... In short, I'll know when I see it.
Maybe he could have complemented the color of my scarf, asked my name before my number...
Oh boys please go back in time and learn from the real men.
Seriously wishing I was stuck in a movie with Gregory Peck, Cary Grant or Gene Kelly... I'm not picky you choose.
Until next time, when my vintage dreams clash with my modern reality
On Monday I start my service commitment for 10 months with City Year Milwaukee which ended up being a better fit for now instead of the Peace Corps. Along with a spanking brand new snazzy uniform I get to meet around 60-70 new people and that ladies and gentlemen is FREAKING me out... But I'm also nervous about these new places I'm about to go to, not literally since I'm staying in Milwaukee, but I will most definitely be leaving my comfort zone and my social butterfly switch will most likely be on the "on" setting all the time (how exhausting) regardless, its a different world that I'm not used to and maybe it will take some getting used to. One thing I know for sure I'm going to try my best to enjoy it!
Ok now that the above message has been shared let us get to the nitty gritty : )
So I decided to go to Wisconsin's greatest festival for Heart Attacks Waiting to Happen... or in other words Wisconsin State Fair and because the day was gloomy and I was going against my will (only a little) I dressed while putting little effort... translation would be literally my comfy mom jeans (can you still call them that if you are not a mom?), a blah grey T-Shirt, because it was chilly a yellow scarf, and my sensible black flats. No makeup, nothing special to the hair and I didn't even bother with contacts. I was attempting to send a message, IT DIDN'T COME THROUGH! So here I am being called over by a guy that seems to be selling something so like the shopaholic I am I approach him... Little did I know it was to get my number and to be my friend.... 8 - /...
Although I have to give him points for properly introducing himself, he quickly lost them when he went for the number after the introduction... Really? Sorry I don't give my number like that. Second fail? Asking if we could be friends when your intentions were far from friendship. Third fail? Assuming the reason I did not give you my number was because you were African-American.
This my friends made it very very very easy to walk away from him.
Although I did get flustered because my friends ditched me in my moment of need, I knew that that was not what I expect an approach to be like.
Perfect approach?
It has to be confident but not overly so, sweet but not melodramatic, there must be an interest expressed and there has to be a wow factor... In short, I'll know when I see it.
Maybe he could have complemented the color of my scarf, asked my name before my number...
Oh boys please go back in time and learn from the real men.
Seriously wishing I was stuck in a movie with Gregory Peck, Cary Grant or Gene Kelly... I'm not picky you choose.
Until next time, when my vintage dreams clash with my modern reality
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
I'm back!
Hello to all <--- I always like using the plural : )
Anyway I am officially done with classes for my undergrad and now all I have to do is wait 'till October when I will be throwing an awesome costume party as soon as those diplomas (yes two diplomas) arrive.
Which means I am back and will be posting one of those substantial blogs about what goes on in this crazy head of mine and also about my new job with City Year Milwaukee... Peace Corps kinda ignored me.
Anyway... Read me later
Anyway I am officially done with classes for my undergrad and now all I have to do is wait 'till October when I will be throwing an awesome costume party as soon as those diplomas (yes two diplomas) arrive.
Which means I am back and will be posting one of those substantial blogs about what goes on in this crazy head of mine and also about my new job with City Year Milwaukee... Peace Corps kinda ignored me.
Anyway... Read me later
Monday, April 4, 2011
True love waits???
New post... Yay!
So I came across a fellow blogger and her post for this week was very interesting. This is her blog if you want to check it out http://enjoyingthewritingcraft.blogspot.com/...
Her blog was about Purity. Now this is an idea that is very vintage indeed, the wonderful thing is that it is also very modern and why not? Very romantic.
Maintaining your purity for true love. I actually believe in this. True love waits, beyond what people think, or what is considered normal in society nowadays waiting for that one person that will love you beyond the one night and the pleasure of it, that will be with you when you wake up with bed hair and a smile.
In modern times one night stands are equal to Independence and being a smart young woman. But being pure and abstaining yourself from temporary belief is harder than you may believe. Constantly seeing your girlfriends with numerous guys, Valentine's Day and even romantic movies... Gosh do they kill me.
At the same time I know there is hope. I'm gonna fight it everyday, I'm not going to settle, I will not be ok with just some things, it's all or nothing.
Ok venting is over... Now let's get to it!
The idea of purity is like I said, vintage. Virginity was prized and expected. Visit to the parents and chaperones all were used to assure that you would maintain that virginity (Welcome to the double standards - were boys guarded the same way? I don't think so!). Anyway, knowing that you would give your unique present to your husband was a big fat WOW!...
Fast-forward to the present... I'm not going to sit here sipping on my iced white chocolate mocha and write about how it would be harder to find a virgin now than to find the necklace the old lady threw to the ocean in Titanic. Being a virgin is the exception not the rule now. Loosing "it", has become a myth and usually happens on important dates like prom, graduation, 18th birthdays, Summer vacations and who know what else!
What happened? When did being a virgin equal being a loser? No more wooing. No more meeting the parents before. No more waiting.
When did waiting for a special person become a struggle that you have to fight for, and that everyone encourages?
Does true love wait or does we just hop on the first thing that resembles it?
See you later until my vintage thoughts clash with my modern mind (or until I get a break from my last semester in my bachelor's degree)
So I came across a fellow blogger and her post for this week was very interesting. This is her blog if you want to check it out http://enjoyingthewritingcraft.blogspot.com/...
Her blog was about Purity. Now this is an idea that is very vintage indeed, the wonderful thing is that it is also very modern and why not? Very romantic.
Maintaining your purity for true love. I actually believe in this. True love waits, beyond what people think, or what is considered normal in society nowadays waiting for that one person that will love you beyond the one night and the pleasure of it, that will be with you when you wake up with bed hair and a smile.
In modern times one night stands are equal to Independence and being a smart young woman. But being pure and abstaining yourself from temporary belief is harder than you may believe. Constantly seeing your girlfriends with numerous guys, Valentine's Day and even romantic movies... Gosh do they kill me.
At the same time I know there is hope. I'm gonna fight it everyday, I'm not going to settle, I will not be ok with just some things, it's all or nothing.
Ok venting is over... Now let's get to it!
The idea of purity is like I said, vintage. Virginity was prized and expected. Visit to the parents and chaperones all were used to assure that you would maintain that virginity (Welcome to the double standards - were boys guarded the same way? I don't think so!). Anyway, knowing that you would give your unique present to your husband was a big fat WOW!...
Fast-forward to the present... I'm not going to sit here sipping on my iced white chocolate mocha and write about how it would be harder to find a virgin now than to find the necklace the old lady threw to the ocean in Titanic. Being a virgin is the exception not the rule now. Loosing "it", has become a myth and usually happens on important dates like prom, graduation, 18th birthdays, Summer vacations and who know what else!
What happened? When did being a virgin equal being a loser? No more wooing. No more meeting the parents before. No more waiting.
When did waiting for a special person become a struggle that you have to fight for, and that everyone encourages?
Does true love wait or does we just hop on the first thing that resembles it?
See you later until my vintage thoughts clash with my modern mind (or until I get a break from my last semester in my bachelor's degree)
Saturday, February 19, 2011
But why is she doing it?
The title of this blog post was the question my aunt asked my mother today during dinner. What was the response my mother gave her? Because its Paola.
Let me just pause and say that I loved that answer. Few people do things for a specific reason, I'm one of those people. Sometimes there is no reason for why I do things other than I am ME.
Blog continues...
The question came up because I was speaking to my grandmother on the phone telling her that my recruiter had told me West Africa was a really big contender for a place to be nominated to for the Peace Corps. My aunt just did not understand why I didn't have a really big problem with being sent to Africa.
To be honest I have mixed emotions, Africa was not really in my train of thoughts... I had assumed that because of my Spanish background I would end up going to a Spanish speaking country, so I focused on reading blogs and looking at videos from volunteers in Central and South America... What a wake up call my interview was. I find myself scared and excited at the same time, I get to practice my french! I get to experience a culture very different from my own! I get to experience life to the fullest! I'm so freaking terrified!
At any rate nominations don't happen 'till the beginning of March, so let's see what happens...
Africa is growing on me.
OAN:
I went to a goodwill today and guess what I could not buy????
A brand-spanking new Christian Dior short sleeve cardigan for $20, why couldn't I? Well because it did not fit! So very disappointed (I have no idea at what or who!)
Until next time when I freak out and it has nothing to do with vintage thoughts of a modern mind...
Let me just pause and say that I loved that answer. Few people do things for a specific reason, I'm one of those people. Sometimes there is no reason for why I do things other than I am ME.
Blog continues...
The question came up because I was speaking to my grandmother on the phone telling her that my recruiter had told me West Africa was a really big contender for a place to be nominated to for the Peace Corps. My aunt just did not understand why I didn't have a really big problem with being sent to Africa.
To be honest I have mixed emotions, Africa was not really in my train of thoughts... I had assumed that because of my Spanish background I would end up going to a Spanish speaking country, so I focused on reading blogs and looking at videos from volunteers in Central and South America... What a wake up call my interview was. I find myself scared and excited at the same time, I get to practice my french! I get to experience a culture very different from my own! I get to experience life to the fullest! I'm so freaking terrified!
At any rate nominations don't happen 'till the beginning of March, so let's see what happens...
Africa is growing on me.
OAN:
I went to a goodwill today and guess what I could not buy????
A brand-spanking new Christian Dior short sleeve cardigan for $20, why couldn't I? Well because it did not fit! So very disappointed (I have no idea at what or who!)
Until next time when I freak out and it has nothing to do with vintage thoughts of a modern mind...
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Out of the loop
Hello all my readers (wishful thinking in using the plural).
So once again my blog/vent is courtesy of a book... This time set in the roaring 20's, how fun. To make a long (450 pages) story short this one was obviously a romance and the genre is edgy inspirational romance <-, my new favorite! The heroine is a bossy, ambitious petite (much like me) who hates loving her childhood nemesis, a very handsome reformed street rat.
The book is called "A Hope Undaunted" by Julie Lessman. I highly recommend this book, I screamed, almost shed a tear, and question Ms. Lessman throughout the many chapters. So it is sufficient to say I LOVED it!
But getting back to the point of this blog...
Bossy women and men who are pushovers... Is that really a good match?
Since its my blog I'm going to give my humble opinion, also, because my honest and blunt friends say I'm bossy, well I feel like I can comment...
I believe that in some cases it may work but in my case, do I want a husband that always does what I say? NO... My type of man is the one that will tell me his favorite dress was the dark green one and I will go out of my way to wear a bright red one, knowing that in the end one of us will win and I'm not going down without a fight.
Ladies think about it, I rather be spoiled at certain times then be given everything all the time, it gets boring after a while... I want the whole package or nothing.
Strength of character, confidence, good looks, intelligence, ambition and a profound love of God.
In this type of thinking I'm merging my vintage thoughts with my modern mind, there is no compromise... It's all or nothing!
So once again my blog/vent is courtesy of a book... This time set in the roaring 20's, how fun. To make a long (450 pages) story short this one was obviously a romance and the genre is edgy inspirational romance <-, my new favorite! The heroine is a bossy, ambitious petite (much like me) who hates loving her childhood nemesis, a very handsome reformed street rat.
The book is called "A Hope Undaunted" by Julie Lessman. I highly recommend this book, I screamed, almost shed a tear, and question Ms. Lessman throughout the many chapters. So it is sufficient to say I LOVED it!
But getting back to the point of this blog...
Bossy women and men who are pushovers... Is that really a good match?
Since its my blog I'm going to give my humble opinion, also, because my honest and blunt friends say I'm bossy, well I feel like I can comment...
I believe that in some cases it may work but in my case, do I want a husband that always does what I say? NO... My type of man is the one that will tell me his favorite dress was the dark green one and I will go out of my way to wear a bright red one, knowing that in the end one of us will win and I'm not going down without a fight.
Ladies think about it, I rather be spoiled at certain times then be given everything all the time, it gets boring after a while... I want the whole package or nothing.
Strength of character, confidence, good looks, intelligence, ambition and a profound love of God.
In this type of thinking I'm merging my vintage thoughts with my modern mind, there is no compromise... It's all or nothing!
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Chocolate, bad boys and lies...
I've noticed that I always find myself rooting for the bad guy in the series, as if for some reason he has a good side that only a really nice girl can discover and bring to the surface. In the same way I wish that I have that type of story, a guy that is misunderstood comes into my life and I, with my complete understanding and caring ways make him discover all that is good inside him, obviously in my story there are a couple of fights that end in wonderful speeches of how perfect and indispensable I am... (A girl can dream).
Recently I came across a movie that touched the topic of artificial insemination and a sperm donor, and how when you want to take life by the horns and make things happen for yourself you absolutely can... This is where the crashing of the thoughts happen...
My vintage thought is telling me that a family should be one with a mommy and a daddy, where daddy works and loves mommy lots and where mommy always looks fabulous and can cook like the gods.... Modern mind, however, says that most likely daddy is so happy all the time because he gets some outside of the house and mommy looks fabulous because she orders takeout and has a nanny. OK OK, maybe it is not that bad, the world is not this horrible and I'm sure there are some perfectly functional families out there, but the reality is that maybe it is not the norm anymore.
Going back to the bad guys... In my dream my husband is a reformed bad boy with only sweetness for me and a ferocity for any enemy of the family (He saves some for me too). A family that consists of two stylish children and a cute yorkie. But my modern mind is once again in conflict and there is an alternate version, in this version there is no dad (I don't count the sperm donor as one) and only one child; mom has a full time job as the director of a non-profit organization and life is pretty snazzy in the four bedroom brick house, there is no white picket fence.
So until I decide which version of my lie I want to follow, here I stand with mint chocolate in my hands and mouth and bad boys in my mind....
Until next time when I have a clashing moment between my vintage thoughts and my modern mind.
Monday, August 23, 2010
A little bit.... naughty
This week I found myself finally realizing what I want in a Man... For those few people in the world who know me, I'm a contradiction. I appreciate everything old fashioned but I also enjoy the freedom that a modern society in a sense has afforded us women. The sad part about reaching this conclusion is that I found this out while reading a book, although I must admit that going on that date really helped too. The book was a historical romance set in the 1800's and it was basically about this woman who was to all appearances what a young lady should be, however, she enjoyed looking at the legs of men and also kissing and such; because of her "curiosity" she is being forced to marry and nobody seems subservient enough except for her brother's friend who happens to be neither "pretty" or a great dancer, things extremely important to her... The bottom point is that she finds herself interested and baited by this friend of her brother who warns her that he is not like the boys she enjoys, he is a MAN.
The story ends in a funny situation and that is when my epiphany comes... I don't want a boy who is cute, can dance and possibly dance well. I want a man who understands who he is, what he is capable of and what he can offer me (although I'll be a pain and possibly never admit that I need anything). Yes, many of you have probably heard this speech over and over again, but I guess until something in the psyche of men changes you will continue to hear it. This is where the vintage thinking kicks in, I remember (or at least I have seen in the Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck films) when men used to have jobs before dating or courting (my absolute favorite word, right next to beau), when families mattered and when being a lady required wearing a dress and heels. Even though my modern mind has constant battles with my vintage thoughts I can't help but wonder if real romance requires less passion and more mystery...
Until later when my modern mind clashes with my vintage thoughts,
VINTAGE THOUGHTS OF A MODERN GIRL
The story ends in a funny situation and that is when my epiphany comes... I don't want a boy who is cute, can dance and possibly dance well. I want a man who understands who he is, what he is capable of and what he can offer me (although I'll be a pain and possibly never admit that I need anything). Yes, many of you have probably heard this speech over and over again, but I guess until something in the psyche of men changes you will continue to hear it. This is where the vintage thinking kicks in, I remember (or at least I have seen in the Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck films) when men used to have jobs before dating or courting (my absolute favorite word, right next to beau), when families mattered and when being a lady required wearing a dress and heels. Even though my modern mind has constant battles with my vintage thoughts I can't help but wonder if real romance requires less passion and more mystery...
Until later when my modern mind clashes with my vintage thoughts,
VINTAGE THOUGHTS OF A MODERN GIRL
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