tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18242895675446090022023-12-14T08:11:32.160-05:00Living life! Single after 30!This blog contains personal experiences and thoughts from Calia's perspective as a single girl living life to it's fullest while trying to navigate people's and life's idiosyncrasies.Calia Rozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05067341971617800191noreply@blogger.comBlogger299125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824289567544609002.post-10918584476020019862013-12-21T16:25:00.001-05:002013-12-21T16:25:53.072-05:00Is he just a puzzle to be solved?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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How many years do people waste on people who are not ever
going to be the person we want them to be?
I find the number of how many people I talk to who are “trying to figure
out” someone while he is “trying to figure out what” he wants,
overwhelming. </div>
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I responded to a friend recently who told me that he needed
to learn how to just take it as it comes and go with it. I wrote back in jest: “Since when do you take
things as they come?” I giggled at the
thought that someone was clearly telling him that she cared about him and
wanted him to “take things as they come” in hopes that he will one day “love”
her. The real question was how long
would she wait for him to “figure it out?”
The answer - Likely WAY TOO LONG!</div>
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So why do women want to be TOLD the answer? I’ve spent much of my life wanting people to
tell me when they have no interest in being my friend. How funny (and pathetic) that sounds from the
perspective of my voice writing my thoughts to people who do this instead of
taking my own advice. Why can’t we analyze people’s actions and instead of
saying “I’ll be here for you when you figure it out”, say, “You know what? You SUCK!
I don’t want to be YOUR friend!” </div>
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Someone told me once that therapists believe it to be a lack
of self-esteem that allows a person to let herself be treated in this way. Funny thing was that I was always so set on
the fact that I thought I was showing the other person who was broken in some way
that people were good, that I didn’t realize how full of myself I actually
was! Who was I to believe that there was
no way someone wouldn’t like me? Did I
ever stop to think that maybe my kindness and smiling personality made him want
to puke a little? WELL! PUKE AWAY!
I’ll be right here every single day until you say the words “Calia. I don’t want to be your friend” and then give
me an exact reason why. Until then I’ll
be here waiting for your call, I’ll drop everything when you need
something, I’ll run to the ends of the
earth to make sure you have a smile on your face when you’re stressed, I’ll walk
your puppy...okay... NO. (I’m not
walking anyone’s puppy! That is crossing
the line...puppies...I don’t like puppies...)</div>
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So do we really need to hear the words? Do we keep people in our lives as a puzzle to
“solve”? What if the puzzle has a couple
of missing pieces that he misplaced from his box MANY years ago and there is no
solution? Before you wrap yourself up in
the game of helping him by putting yourself second, you better be sure that his
rubik’s cube hasn’t had a couple of stickers removed from each color or you’re
going to be very disappointed when you get to the last step and his cube is
still all messed up.</div>
Calia Rozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05067341971617800191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824289567544609002.post-61423584672732645142013-07-19T08:57:00.002-04:002013-07-19T08:57:47.826-04:00Who? Me?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was scrolling through my news-feed on Facebook to find a crazy angry post:<br />
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"You've screwed me over for the last time! Don't think I'm ever going to fall for your shit again!"<br />
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...um...Who? Me?...I went over and over it in my head. Boy! I sure had affected this poor person today. Had I made plans to get together with her and stood her up? I was quite sure that my #1 life rule of never committing to a specific social gathering unless I was the singer, sometimes took a bit of time for the people around me to catch on to. Usually I received approximately 4 or 5 invites to a jewelry party or wedding shower before a person realized that it might be better just to come right out and ask me for money or a gift! It is quite true that I would pay almost any amount of money NOT to sit around a living room eating cake with a group of women. Of course if you are having a bridal shower at the gym, count me in.<br />
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What had I done to this girl though? I didn't remember using one of my noncommittal responses to an invitation that was specifically worded not to lock me in to "coffee" or "lunch" with her.<br />
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"Yes. We should get together sometime"<br />
"oh! That would be fun. I'm very busy. I'll call you sometime."<br />
"I'm singing everyday from now until Christmas (next year) but we should get together after that."<br />
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A person wouldn't really post a specific issue with only one person on a public forum for hundreds of people to read would they? That would be ridiculous! It must be me...because the world revolves around me (or at least that’s what my mother used to say...or did she say it DOESN'T revolve around me?...can’t remember) At any rate, apparently I do A LOT of things that offend people! I might need to find some new friends...
Calia Rozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05067341971617800191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824289567544609002.post-80433161915763123012013-07-18T10:40:00.002-04:002013-07-18T10:42:24.175-04:00Half As Hot As We Think We Are<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've been really starting to wonder why dating is so hard. The only thing I can think of is that there may
be a disconnect between what people want, and what people are able to get. I was thinking of starting a dating website
called “inyourleague.com” for ‘ugly’ people. Is that mean?
I have to wonder if we all think we’re a bit more attractive than we
really are. Maybe a good rule of thumb is to realize that we are all half as
good looking as we think and go for someone in that category. We might have a better shot. I got to thinking that if I use that
equation, I was very lucky to have met my beautiful husband. No wonder I was single for 8 years!<br />
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I help a few of my guy friends out on dating websites by
doing the initial correspondence with women for them. Did you know that there are entire companies
out there that do this for people? It
costs a fortune but they correspond with the ‘dating prospect’ until they are
interested enough to meet. Can you
imagine doing that back before computers?
You get to the alter and you think you know each other from hours and
hours of phone calls and conversations while you've really been talking to
someone else who has just been saying what they think you want to hear? ...wait...come
to think of it, in my experience that is sort of what dating was when I was out
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“Match” always seemed like a good idea for about 4 days every
year (after those 4 days, I was completely freaked out and hiding from my
computer in the corner of my room). But I
would never learn my lesson and each year around new years, I would write my
profile and put up some pictures and then get hundreds of emails. Twenty or so would be from age appropriate
men while the others were usually in the 50-100 age range...with a dog. (My profile blatantly said “please don’t
contact me if you have a dog- I’m allergic.”
Obviously these people were only looking at my picture – HA! Maybe I’m TWICE as attractive as I think I
am! Giggle...) Anyway...now I’m writing
to women using guy’s pictures. Why is
this SO much harder? There must be way
more men on there than women. My friends are good looking guys. I really don’t know what the problem is. Some of my emails go unread completely while
others get a response and then go completely silent in the middle of a
conversation! Wtf? Is it really that much easier for women that
they can just cut in and out at will? The
only thing I can think of is that my guy friends are very specific about not
wanting to go out with women who are divorced or already have children because
they are in their 30’s and want to start their own families so this seriously
cuts down the dating pool. BUT you can’t
tell me that there aren’t women out there in that category looking for a ‘nice’
guy? (who sort of writes like a girl...kidding...I write very manly!) Every time one of these girls stops talking
after a couple of emails with no expressed reason, I am absolutely
crushed! How could she dump me without
telling me why? I mean...Who the heck
does she think she is not to like me? I
bet she’s only half as hot as her pictures. She should be on my new website “Ihavenointentionofevergettingtogether.com”</div>
Calia Rozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05067341971617800191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824289567544609002.post-90083334851436114152013-07-17T13:30:00.000-04:002013-07-17T13:34:33.251-04:00Unavailable!...period.<div class="MsoNormal">
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I always get into conversations with men and women alike
about struggles that they are having in their relationships. Of course I bring on the conversation myself
in order to gain an understanding of these things in order to offer up my
twisted, yet precise view of each situation.</div>
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One of my most recurring conversational treats is with
people who are “trying” to see someone who is unavailable. We've all fallen for that sad story at one
point or another! “I’m married but we are trying to break up but it’s
complicated because she/he has some emotional issues.” “My boyfriend really wants to be with me but
his girlfriend keeps playing on him every time he tries to leave.” “She says that she is working through some
things and isn't ready for a relationship right now.” “He says he was really hurt in the past so he
needs to spend time with me without any commitment and without anyone knowing.”
“But he’s my best friend! No one gets
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Hmm...well...I don’t know what to say...Wait! Yes I do!
In this world where many people are out there broken and trying to date
on the heels of divorce or breakup as a Band-Aid instead of healing from their
past first, we have GOT TO GET A GRIP! "Overlap dating" is a disaster for everyone involved. The truth is that someone who has someone
else in their life that he/she just “can’t leave”, is getting something out of
that relationship. If they wanted to
leave, they would. I know it doesn't
seem that easy in the moment, but it is. Ending a relationship is never easy
but no one is as “confused” as they say they are. If you’re confused and wondering if you’re
with the right person, you probably aren't with the right person! Period. Men and women’s brains function differently in
this regard however. Women tend to read
between the lines instead of taking actions into account, while men can
compartmentalize their actions. I truly
believe that if a man could cheat on his wife without ever ruining his
marriage, he would. If you've noticed,
most men in the “middle of a divorce” because they met someone else, had their
wife “accidentally” find out. (Usually
the accident has been a good friend of the extra girlfriend talking in the
bathroom a little too loudly while, “oops!
His wife’s best friend was in the stall!
OMG! How did that happen?”) I look at it like eating at a buffet. If you can eat both a slice of chocolate cake
that is rich and fulfilling, and a piece of strawberry shortcake that is light
and playful, you are going to. Your
decision is really only made for you if one of them make you throw up before
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I know...I do get ranting a bit...My point is that we need
to have a little more strength to let a person go until they are available to
have something worthwhile. One quality relationship is way more fulfilling than
a bunch of nothings that get us worked up on the telephone with our
girlfriends. I also worry that we need
to be better role models to the next generation of 20somethings. I watch as these poor girls think that being
beautiful and taking a guy from someone else is some sort of huge accomplishment. Unfortunately, being 20 and BEAUTIFUL isn't
an accomplishment. Being 35 and showing
these young girls by example that they are worth someone’s undivided attention
and showering of love from someone who deserves them IS.</div>
Calia Rozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05067341971617800191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824289567544609002.post-19130336415806658042013-07-15T15:00:00.000-04:002013-07-15T21:39:07.911-04:00Find another route…<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi89vujN5teuEcQoaRaqPBQRy3B7BKYtGiXZR6Yldt5yh53Rf1Ztj9d8Dk00bHyYuv3uHbkAVjnanTkrl_-fikSYOthqXeJ-AQfYPQjTv0Ow5_p9I7yyv0xXLYPJdUqI-kCsdjm0efKyH7k/s1600-h/4626_driving_cartoon_RR.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386135606018554018" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi89vujN5teuEcQoaRaqPBQRy3B7BKYtGiXZR6Yldt5yh53Rf1Ztj9d8Dk00bHyYuv3uHbkAVjnanTkrl_-fikSYOthqXeJ-AQfYPQjTv0Ow5_p9I7yyv0xXLYPJdUqI-kCsdjm0efKyH7k/s320/4626_driving_cartoon_RR.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 261px;" /></a>I was driving down a back street yesterday and I had a revelation! I was totally screwed by my parents!…now mom…don’t take offense to this. (no offense taken!…hee hee…I like to talk to myself to justify my own words…it’s a little thing I've picked up from being completely alone most of the time!) Oh well…(smile)…I realized that we are all a product of our childhoods. That being said, the point is that no matter how great or how bad our childhood is, there is apparently no “right” way to raise your children. My choice for my children in the future would be the way my parents did it- with fantasy, creativity and a unique family bond that many would look at as a colorful, flowery version of the Munsters.<br />
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Anyway…the back roads…As a kid, my mother used to take this crazy route to the mall….As a matter of fact, she and my father both, would take crazy routes to just about everywhere we were going. I remember taking friends with us, and on many occasions (if it was their first time riding with us) they would say, “Um…Where’s your Mom taking us? Is this right?” I would giggle and reply, “Don’t worry. Dad says that this way is more romantic!” From then on, they would love to ride with us because they were excited to see where we would go while somehow still reaching our destination. I think my father started this, though I’m not sure that they didn’t both have this zest for life, which is probably what brought them together in the first place! He would always take back roads everywhere. He loved the trees and the fact that there was no traffic. He called it “romantic.” I guess I hear him on that point…but it may explain why romance in my world consists of driving really fast and being lifted into the air by bumps in the road and laughing hysterically. One of my sisters was always a little bit different than the rest of us for some reason. She had a sense of embarrassment for our crazy ways. She was hosting an exchange student from Spain one year and my father and I took her with us to go pick the exchange student up when she arrived. He drove one of his “romantic” routes home and pulled into the driveway of a burned out shack on one of the back streets, turned off the engine, and he and I pretended to get out as though it was where we lived. (He and I had a thing like that! We didn't need to talk to know what the plan was!) The look on the exchange student’s face was priceless…the look on my sister’s face was even better! We laughed and got back in and drove to our real house that, though I’m biased, was the most beautiful house in the world! It spoke it’s own language because inside it had the personality of every dimension of the definition of family and it was truly a part of us! As for my sister…I’m not sure that she ever got over it but she’s wonderful anyway!<br />
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So what’s the moral of this story?…No matter where you are in life, there are many different roads you can take while you’re living it. The most direct route may not get you to your destination any quicker, but many people feel safer on it. I don’t feel safer on the direct route. I was taught that there are many ways to get to where you are going. The road where you laugh and throw your hands up in the air with a sort of freedom that allows you to enjoy even the simplest of journeys, is usually the one I choose. The only struggle I have is that there are very few people who grew up the way I did so there aren't many people choosing that road. I suppose I could try the other one…but would I be happy on it? Well! - Would you believe that I actually ran into a guy who was driving on this same road? Yeah...he was driving a bit slower than I was but thank God he was. I'm fast and furious and he's methodical and distracted...The perfect couple don't you think? If he had been going as fast as I was, we would've ended up running into each other head-on and ended up in the creek!Calia Rozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05067341971617800191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824289567544609002.post-32947519012824604102013-07-15T05:44:00.000-04:002013-07-15T21:29:02.777-04:00Hiding behind the truth?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib6ViRu1UE9j5npWGZb5ySHYvrph3pWGnXedZ0jnGUkMqIIolDivo60X45fI7okxumNhjqqxmAFRCnLh9fxaP_OqKPxZ32mznxVDHck53ZNALaSL-1eTX-cj6jOA1vrl4rMjvhaXZiGZUr/s1600-h/i-told-you-so-jigsaw.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416602942873961074" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib6ViRu1UE9j5npWGZb5ySHYvrph3pWGnXedZ0jnGUkMqIIolDivo60X45fI7okxumNhjqqxmAFRCnLh9fxaP_OqKPxZ32mznxVDHck53ZNALaSL-1eTX-cj6jOA1vrl4rMjvhaXZiGZUr/s320/i-told-you-so-jigsaw.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 293px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 182px;" /></a>I find it very interesting when I run into women who make excuses for the guys they are seeing. I’ve heard things like, “He’s just scared”, “He was hurt before and isn’t ready to get involved”, “He’s has really changed!”…uh oh ladies! Has he really changed or has the way you look at his actions changed? Don’t you think it’s interesting that we can always see a train wreck coming when we’re standing on the outside…but if we’re standing on the tracks, we keep expecting the train to get out of our way and are surprised when it runs us over? It’s nobody’s fault really. It’s human nature to want to trust and believe in the people around us. The trouble with that is that so often, the people around us are telling us exactly what their intentions are, but we choose to interpret what we want their words to mean. I had a guy in my life once that I had clearly told that I didn’t want to date him. One day, his mother showed up and asked me what was going on between us? I replied, “Nothing. I’ve told him we aren’t dating.”…She seemed surprised and asked, “Then why the prolonged game?”…huh?…I was actually very upset by this. I mean…we were hanging out in the evenings and having dinner with his family but I thought that the underlying relationship issue had been dealt with by having the conversation about how we weren’t dating….right?…wrong!…My actions were apparently negating my words. I decided that we were spending time together as friends and that it was apparently all right with him. Judging from his mother’s words, he saw things (or at least she did) differently. So what could I have done differently? I suppose I could’ve told him to go home due to the fact that we weren’t “seeing each other.”…BUT- it’s the old, “Why buy the cow if you can get the milk for free?” adage…only more like, “why send the guy home if he wants to have dinner with you and you’ll only sit here alone if he does … it’s his choice…he knows where I stand… I’m proud of myself for being so honest… I’m glad we’re not dating anymore… if you can watch a movie with the cow for free while free to roam the pasture for a cow you’d rather watch a movie with” adage… I call it the common acronym “WSTGHIHWTHDWYAYOSHAIHC”…It’s likely that the acronym isn’t catching on though (too many ‘W’s). It’s better known as self-preserving behavior that rationalizes away the affects it is having on the other person who cares too much about you to make their own judgment call about what it is!<br />
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We have all done it at one time or another I guess. I have a friend who has been with a girl since she was 21 years old and now, 8 years later, he is still adamant about telling her in no uncertain terms that he will never marry her. I hope, for her sake, that “he’s changing” because in another 5 years or so, she might find herself on a lecturing circuit selling my books to 30somethings who have wasted their time with people who hid behind the truth throughout most of their adult lives and have waken up and asked, “What now?”</div>
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We can try to make a difference in this area by really being honest with ourselves about the reasons we spend time with certain people. If it’s a fear of being alone, it’s not really a good enough reason to waste the time of another person. The trouble is that explaining that to someone who is begging to stand in front of the train is often a fruitless effort! It’s not easy to protect someone else if they won’t at least try to protect themselves a little. We should just remember that someone might end up standing in front of you one day blaming you for stealing her life. Is it really worth it to be able to tell her, “but I told you so.”…</div>
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Calia Rozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05067341971617800191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824289567544609002.post-11238431279597862852013-07-14T12:50:00.000-04:002013-07-14T12:50:36.214-04:00"Picture Perfect"<div class="MsoNormal">
I was noticing a friends’ interactions with his girlfriend at
a wedding last night. This would sound
crazy if you didn't already know that while I’m singing, I have very little to
do with my brain. Over the 20 years I've
been jumping around and singing in a band on the weekends, I have observed some
of the most interesting things. I find
that if I think too hard about the lyrics, I have no idea what they are anymore.
SO- I just watch.</div>
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Background on my friend:
I actually don’t know much about him but I have seen him out throughout the
years and from where I’m standing, he is a truly beautiful person. When he smiles across a room, he has a spark
that lights up the place. You can tell
he comes from a nice family and has charisma that many guys just don’t have in
this day and age. </div>
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That being said...I couldn't help but notice how he and his beautiful
girlfriend interacted with each other.
It was clear to me that either they were fighting, or though they really
“like” each other, that “love connection” wasn't quite there. They sat a couple of feet apart from each other
and spoke with the other people at the table.
He would lean in and kindly ask her if she needed anything if he was
getting up from the table. When they
danced together, she would rest her head on his shoulder but he would look
around and smile and interact with the people around him. When she talked to him, she seemed to have a
frown on her face that seemed to be scolding him every time she spoke. Of course I could go on and on...BUT that’s
really NOT my point here. I’m quite
certain that she is an amazing person. I’m
also reasonably sure that they both want this to be “it.” Unfortunately, it is transparently obvious to
someone who is watching from the outside, that “it” - it is NOT. I found it interesting that every time
someone went to take a picture of them, they cuddled up like the cutest couple
I've ever seen. She would smile from ear
to ear and he would grit his teeth and “smile” too! (I’m SO happy. Boy I LOVE this girl!...oh God what am I ever
going to do?...I wish I was with anyone else but her.)</div>
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The “picture” of happiness seemed to me to represent the
reason they were together to begin with.
Everyone in the family went out of their way to comment on Facebook
about “what a beautiful couple they are!”
On paper, this was a match made in heaven. It reminded me of a few years back (before I
got married of course ;) I had been
single for a long time and my family and friends got sort of sick of it. Once all of your friends start getting
married, the pressure starts taking its toll on you. Everyone you run into on the street has to
greet you with:</div>
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“SO?...”</div>
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...uh...I’d be like “um...So? What?”</div>
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.... “Are you in love?” </div>
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um...Really? This is
all they could think of when they saw me?
I’m the single girl who needed to be in a relationship right then or
else they thought something was wrong with me?
It was apparent that people started to think that the problem was me
being “too choosy” or “looking for something that doesn't exist out there.” This really bummed me out because I started
to wonder if they were right. What I
knew to be the truth was that I was really hoping to meet someone who I was
attracted to, who inspired me intellectually, and made me smile when I thought
about how he touched my hand the first time we met (and didn't make me throw up
a little when he called me too much).
BUT- the kind, ‘non-pressuring’ onlookers who were oh so helpful kept
pairing me up with the “perfect” guy.
There was one guy who resurfaced over and over again. He was exactly what I was looking for- catholic,
Italian, businessman, nice looking, never married, wanted a family...He was
apparently the ONLY one out there because more than one person fixed me up with
him. I tried SO hard to like him. Everyone thought we looked great
together. In fact we may have been “picture
perfect.” The problem was that I had
absolutely NO interest in him. When we
talked, I felt stifled. When I looked at
him, though he was admittedly really good looking, I was utterly unattracted to
him. I actually wanted to put more clothes on when he kissed me! I tried over and over again to like him. It got to the point that I started to believe
what everyone around me was saying. (By ‘everyone’, I mean friends and family
who so kindly pointed out over and over again that “maybe you just don’t want
to be happy and need help”) Ouch! Did I need therapy? I wondered over and over again if they were
right? I had been single for a long time
and had met some nice people and yet nothing really seemed to stick.</div>
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SO...What did I do?...Well...I tried to like that guy a few
more times. Still nothing. So I went on about my business. Did I need to see a therapist to “fix” what
was wrong with me? HA! Probably. BUT not because I didn't want to marry the
guy that everyone else thought was perfect for me.</div>
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If I was my friend, looking back, what would I do? Having
been on both sides of this, I know how I feel about it. Of course when it comes
to human relationships, there’s no easy way to fix it. I started to think that it might just be
easier to not get involved at all because for some reason my “breakups” never
took. I would say what I thought I
needed to say to end it and yet the guys always showed back up as if I had
dreamed the whole conversation. This
happened more than once. I’m sure I just
wasn't being clear though. The old “I’m sorry but this just isn't working but I
think you’re really nice” was received as a “maybe I’ll like you tomorrow. Just leave a bag of clothes here so you have
something to wear next week when you come over.” In the end, I started using something more
direct like- “It’s not me. It’s
you. I can’t stand you. “ ...so I
digress...oh yeah...I was trying to come up with a solution for my friend ;)</div>
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First -He needs to really decide why he is with her? </div>
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Is it because she’s beautiful and the families think they
are “picture perfect” and ending it would affect everyone around him? Or when
he met her, did his stomach flip when she giggled at him? Did he used to look at her with that smile
that I've noticed when he shoots a look across the room at other girls who may
have shown him interest? If so, why is
it so much work all of a sudden? Does he
still get that feeling of not wanting to be anywhere else in the world when he
is with her? (Did he ever?)</div>
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Next- If he answers those questions for himself and the
truth is that “you can’t fake true love”, he needs to understand that he is NOT
broken. His family will understand if he
simply tells them that he just didn't love her -no matter how hard he wanted to
and couldn't waste her time because she deserved to be with someone who did. They can grumble about it among themselves
later. When he does meet “the one”, they will get over it because he will be noticeably
happier himself.</div>
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What was my ending? I
waited it out. I did meet my catholic, Italian,
businessman who would become my best friend.
Yes. I needed to adjust my views
a little in order to balance out what was “right” for me with what my
definition of “attraction” was. But that’s
a story for another day...</div>
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Moral: “Picture
Perfect” is really only good for the photo album. Living a lifetime sharing your innermost
thoughts with a book that might one day get washed away in a flood in your
basement makes for a very unfulfilled heart.
Live the life that’s picture worthy and be sure to take the time to notice
what that photo looks like that is snapped when you aren't aware the camera is
there. That’ll take your breath away!</div>
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Calia Rozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05067341971617800191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824289567544609002.post-77997269434174021672013-07-10T06:32:00.000-04:002013-07-15T23:21:05.797-04:00The Fly on the Wall…<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It’s interesting to me that so many people have complete communication breakdowns within their relationships. I say this because I received correspondence from a guy who talked on and on and on about how his girlfriend of many years “wanted a ring but he needed a prenup and didn’t know how to tell her without her getting really upset.” It seemed like after many years together, asking for a prenup, even though people don’t want to enter a marriage thinking that it might not succeed, was really no big deal. It seemed to be his biggest worry though. I tried to help him through a good solution but he seemed to be defending his relationship at every turn. I didn’t think much about it since it didn’t seem as though he really wanted my help other than to tell me “how great his relationship was and how jealous he isn’t”. Okay…nothing more I could do. I didn’t have enough information to go on and it wasn’t really my business anyway (like I ever care what’s my business and what isn’t…hee…hee…) Or was it?...Days later, I was strangely put right in the middle of the relationship as a “fly on the wall” when his girlfriend told me her side of the story. Apparently she doesn’t even like him at all and would “never marry him and the relationship has lasted much longer than it should have.”…uh oh…It appeared that I was the only person with all of the information now. Someone was using this “prenup” issue as an excuse. I wasn’t sure if he knew that the relationship was over and his desperation to keep someone he “wasn’t jealous of” every time he turned around made him come up with excuses for why it wasn’t working, or if he really thought it was working but she had somehow made him feel like the only problem was that he wasn’t proposing in hopes that he wouldn’t propose and she could keep it all in its place. Wwwhhheeeww….! What a mess! I was pretty sure that it was a little of both but clearly the two of them weren’t communicating with each other on the topic. It seemed like the relationship, as it stood currently, was a huge energy sucking waste of time for both of them. Of course it wasn’t the first I had seen this. I have seen many people stand frozen in time while their relationships stole years from them. The problem with this was the blame of each other when they would finally take action and pull it apart. This one wasn’t going to end pretty. I was quite sure that one of them was going to cheat on the other and use an excuse that it was the other’s fault for reasons that likely weren’t anywhere near the actual reason- they didn’t like each other. The jealousy, the marriage, the prenup, the kids,…they were all just “stuff” that protected each of them from the real truth that apparently seemed more hurtful than slinging excuses at each other.<br />
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The point is that if people had a fly on the wall of their relationships that they could play back in order to get the whole story, it would be much easier to know where they really stand. Now, I’m not suggesting that we bug each other’s conversations with friends…though it’s actually not a bad idea if we are planning on not having a real conversation with each other…BUT as a rule, people in unhealthy relationships get caught up in the drama of not knowing what’s going to happen. Again, it’s none of my business but I know what’s going to happen. That guy is going to end up in years of therapy talking about how the love of his life got away because he was afraid to ask her for a prenup “when all she wanted was to marry him.” His therapist will ask him why he thinks that he pushes women away from him and leave him single and dwelling on the fact that he has a fear of commitment while he weeps around town for 10 years (because that will be the only information he will have for the therapist). As for the girl- she will be dating someone else in 2 months and not even remember his name.<br />
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So how can we protect ourselves from staying involved in something that will pass our lives away? It’s actually not easy but we can do our best to recognize the warning signs of the reality that our relationship is the wrong relationship for us.<br />
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<li>If your partner is out all the time flirting with other people and you are pretending that it doesn’t make you jealous, it’s probably not the right relationship for you…</li>
<li>If every time you talk in public, your partner is questioning why you talked about what you talked about, it’s probably not the right relationship for you….</li>
<li>If your partner is throwing out ridiculous requests that you can only fail at:</li>
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<li> “I want a ring but I won’t sign a prenup…”</li>
<li> “Rotate the silverware so it’s used evenly…”</li>
<li> “I want to go out of town but only when you’re working, not on your days off…”</li>
<li> “I want a child but you have had a hysterectomy…”</li>
<li> “My parents won’t accept you because you’re not the right religion…”</li>
<li> “My children don’t like you and they come first…”</li>
<li> “I don’t like the color of your hair, how you talk, your body type, and I don’t want to be seen in public with you…”</li>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Bottom line- it’s not happening! It’s probably NOT the right relationship for you… You don’t need a fly on the wall to tell you that it’s time to move on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You will only have yourself to blame when years pass you by if you don’t heed the warning signs and move on yourself. Waiting for the other person to take action will leave you screwed up thinking it’s over for all the wrong reasons because most people don’t have the courage to tell you the simple truth- It’s not me, it’s you…AND we all know it’s THEM!...</span></div>
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Calia Rozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05067341971617800191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824289567544609002.post-67033029245432193512013-07-09T08:54:00.000-04:002013-07-15T23:22:55.747-04:00Life Finds You!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUwTcvTa4W2xc7FnHzb9LwnI_1L-z-CSsbdQTICgboyz1VtI4gEWq8mf5HzZ9C5-oCwqQdlisPXJ3rs-27o5xjyxwRpkYUOWzAgfdDSV8dpThsM3HGJYd6x0mm7zYOAzReU95uoRIbflWH/s1600-h/meaningoflife.gif"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441808283420503010" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUwTcvTa4W2xc7FnHzb9LwnI_1L-z-CSsbdQTICgboyz1VtI4gEWq8mf5HzZ9C5-oCwqQdlisPXJ3rs-27o5xjyxwRpkYUOWzAgfdDSV8dpThsM3HGJYd6x0mm7zYOAzReU95uoRIbflWH/s320/meaningoflife.gif" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 269px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /></a>Sometimes we are searching so hard to find out what we should be doing, that we lose sight of the fact that what we are already doing may be what we were meant to be doing all along?…It’s really a big mess if you ask me. How are we supposed to know if we’re doing it right? I mean…life is a set of obstacles set in front of us and we are supposed to figure out ways to climb over them. Of course that sounds sort of glass half empty I guess, but it is an accurate assessment to some extent. I love my life. I really enjoy doing everything I do. The only struggle I have is that I enjoy the journey but sometimes focus so intently on the “goal” that I forget to take it slowly. I’m always racing towards the top of the mountain and then when I get there, I think, “hmm…What now?” …I have no idea. What I wanted to do was what I was already doing- thinking about what I wanted to do one day.<br />
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I was reading a book the other day that said, “do what you're doing now, but do it better!” It made perfect sense and as I started to notice the things around me, I recognized how much time is wasted striving for what we don’t have yet. One time I sat with a teenager who could only talk about how great it would be once he grew up and how little he cared about what happened now. The interesting thing was that he was never going to get to the point he wanted to be at until he finished what he needed to do in this moment. If he hadn’t turned his life around and gotten his act together, he would’ve simply gotten older with the same level of unpreparedness in future moments! I am happy to say that he learned that lesson. Now when I see him around, he is the best he can be at this moment! I know now that he’ll be ready to be his best in the future too.</div>
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The point is that once you do what you are doing at the highest level of your ability, the door will open to you. I’m going to try to take careful notice of how I live in each moment. I know that I will likely find myself racing through from time to time, but hopefully I will remember to slow it down and recognize the beauty of what is now.</div>
Calia Rozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05067341971617800191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824289567544609002.post-955619104238117732013-07-03T00:01:00.000-04:002013-07-15T23:23:32.132-04:00AH! What a MESS!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I spilled an entire gallon of water into my refrigerator today. My initial response was to grab it and save it as it poured, in slow motion, from the top shelf down the back to soak each shelf beneath it and then rest in the bottom of the drawers on the bottom. I didn’t stop it though. I thought, “Oh good! Now my refrigerator is going to be clean!” My fridge is sort of old and worn out and though I’m a little obsessive with keeping things in order, I tend to laugh at the things lying around this place that I would refer to as “old crap”. This fridge certainly falls under the “old crap” category. The power went out the other day and apparently it was not a complete outage but a reduction in voltage. I peered into the fridge to look for something to remind me not to think about…well…anything…and I noticed that it looked much better in a low light setting. I’m actually thinking of putting some sort of a 3 way bulb in there so I don’t have to burn my eyes out during those late night hunts for food anymore. So it got me to thinking…(of course it did!) I realized that on many occasions, making a big mess helps us to take action. I could’ve gone another year or so without cleaning that fridge but now it is crystal clean and sparklingly beautiful! <br />
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Have you ever met anyone who hung on to an old relationship because breaking it off would be too painful? I have! In fact, I’ve even watched people hang on and on and on all the while knowing it wasn’t working but not wanting to take any action for fear of the pain. Next thing they know they wake up one day and have been cheated on and left anyway. This actually happens more often than I can even comment on. All I can think when this happens is “wait a minute! You can’t cheat on me! I didn’t like you first!”…BUT NO. You wake up one day and all of your food is rotten and your milk is spoiled because that refrigerator that you didn’t want to hurt by replacing it for a more efficient version of itself that could make you happy with its stainless steel exterior and cooler interior, has somehow decided to stop even trying to cool your food as it had originally promised because it just didn’t feel like working anymore.<br />
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The point is that a lot of time and pain can be spared when we stop putting Band-Aids and excuses on a household appliance in order to drag out its stay in our lives beyond its usefulness. Do we really need a gallon of water spilled on our heads to help us realize that even though it may be hard to lift in order to make room for a new one, 10 years down the road it’s going to feel even heavier and when we pull out our backs lifting it, we aren’t exactly going to feel quite as resilient as we do today. I think that if we were smart and we knew a mess was impending, we would do ourselves a huge favor to just blow that fridge up and start again.Calia Rozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05067341971617800191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824289567544609002.post-48152362912577142552013-07-01T05:36:00.000-04:002013-07-15T21:32:14.412-04:00My Goodness! You sure look like crap!I ran into a girl I have been acquainted with over the last few years. She is about 25 years old now and every time I see her, she complains about another thing in her life that sucks! Well…when I saw her today, she truly looked like she has been completely run into the ground. I’m not saying this to be critical. I’m noticing that this poor girl, who was young and beautiful, has somehow driven her emotional unrest to reflect in her outward appearance now too. It is truly amazing how happiness from within pours out through the way we carry ourselves in everyday life. I know that she could look beautiful again. Of course! She is young. The trouble is, when will she realize that she isn’t doing herself any good to dwell on the negative aspects of her life? Like attracts like and her negativity is bringing more and more of it on herself. I hope she can get it together in time to find true happiness before she wastes any more valuable time.<br />
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Sometimes I wake up a little sluggish, but when I do, I try my hardest to turn it around quickly. Don’t get me wrong…some days I never get out of my workout clothes! I suppose that I can waste time with the best of them. It’s all right though. I can afford one day of laziness…and by laziness I mean listening to music and working out all day. Let’s not get crazy here…I don’t think I’ve ever just sat down and thrown away a day on Jerry Springer, but I have been known to eat a little too much cheese in between my workouts! I suppose the moral of this story is that we really need to make an effort to be grateful for what we have and take full advantage of the time that has been given to us! Why waste our lives reflecting unrest and discontent? If everyone in the world walked around that way, we’d be a really ugly world!…We already have supersized beef patties to make us fat!… Can we really afford to supersize our trivial troubles too?Calia Rozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05067341971617800191noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824289567544609002.post-91189018773311396562013-03-07T06:10:00.000-05:002013-07-14T09:48:32.204-04:00Imagine Something Better!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhRFkn-ZgoUdyJYUeXbpRoK2NEitDzWHG5dNGkJgrcWFK6F5xPddZ4DOhDQQZ0kY_6t51h16bTTiveF-JAX99GKv9YgV2keYGZlmwZ17okIu8Bg72DE2vUGzFOp_Ph0FAife1NiyUctuTF/s1600-h/emotionalbaggage.gif"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422348606752271970" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhRFkn-ZgoUdyJYUeXbpRoK2NEitDzWHG5dNGkJgrcWFK6F5xPddZ4DOhDQQZ0kY_6t51h16bTTiveF-JAX99GKv9YgV2keYGZlmwZ17okIu8Bg72DE2vUGzFOp_Ph0FAife1NiyUctuTF/s320/emotionalbaggage.gif" style="float: left; height: 253px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 259px;" /></a>Sometimes I wonder if we spend so much time protecting ourselves from repeating the past, that we are virtually unable to feel safe enough to feel anything in the present. Everyone has something in their past that has left some sort of residual side effect that influences how we treat others. I’m not much for digging up the past in order to release those issues to become free of them. This is a huge time commitment and we already know that we can’t afford to waste that much of our valuable time being angry, bitter, cycle through the silent treatment, not talking to our mothers, wanting approval from our sisters, learning how to eat 1500 calories a day from the pyramid, fighting with our mothers, realizing our sisters wanted approval from us, learning how to eat 1500 calories a day, not talking to our sisters, wondering what was wrong with you that you would even think of giving a jerk of a man any of your attention to begin with, questioning what happened to the cat when your parents took it to the farm…? There! …I took care of it all for you so you don’t have to bother! (and don’t think that I’ve even been to a therapist. Well…actually I did go once cause I thought I had a problem with food. She said that I didn’t have one and I should cut salt and exercise more! – Excellent! Problem solved!)…I know that every psychotherapist in the world is getting out their textbooks to prove me wrong on this so no need to email the data to me. I know how it works! I do agree that we definitely need to recognize our past experiences that may cause our initial response to people who come into our path. The trouble is that once we come up with these answers, going back and telling all of those people who have “done us wrong” that they did, and asking them to change the way they treat us now, is virtually impossible. Our past experiences have varying degrees of traumatic affects. For example, I could be completely screwed up now due to the fact that my family was so amazing and provided such a fairy-tale, happy view of the world that I’m actually shocked every single time someone demonstrates to me that all people aren’t good. As a matter of fact, I still think that there is good in everyone. That…or I could use the one about my ex being one of those people who likely isn’t a good person at his core and then protect myself from more people like him. The funny thing is that the “Pollyanna” view I was raised with, still makes me think that he isn’t a completely evil man. Don’t get me wrong…I did stub my toe this morning and I’m pretty sure it’s his freakin’ fault! (but it’s only 6 years later so it’s still a little fresh!)<br />
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I guess what I’m saying is that all the time we spend superimposing our past experiences onto the new people who come into our lives, might be spent more wisely getting to know him by his own merits and not being afraid that he may let us down in the future. Let’s not get crazy here- he will likely screw you over! But wouldn’t it be nice to say, “I can’t believe I met another one of these idiots! What are the odds?”…and then walk away with your head held high knowing that you put yourself out there!<br />
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Okay…so I got a little edgy there for a second. I’m still working on this one myself! What we need to do when we meet a new person is try our hardest to allow him to show us who he is and not bring our past to the table. I’m not saying that if he has a tattoo on his arm with a list of women he’s killed with extra lines to add more names in the future, you should dismiss this gut feeling as you being overcautious and “afraid to put yourself out there!” You should likely walk away from that one…actually… don’t make any sudden moves. Possibly you should just make a phone call from your cell phone in your purse and leave it on throughout the night in order to have the proper evidence later if necessary. On the other hand, there are nice guys left out there. Instead of sitting at a banquet sized table with him and the hundreds of memories that could fill that table twice over, imagine something better than what you’ve come to expect. When the hostess comes to seat you, simply smile and say, “Yes! A table for two please!”Calia Rozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05067341971617800191noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824289567544609002.post-29606588580391465002012-06-29T05:47:00.000-04:002013-07-15T23:34:01.484-04:00Wipe off and start fresh!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXCGbLlWvn-YojxuLwZ3jDowrsSJZWY-aqUgnQmqUHz9DVsCgyHpgzHA2ZBNIL2Oj3tWfJ6tpaDM_sQr_sNIFo8ciNmA1CIb2VDZGDXdRTBrIoicn4yO6whCL2JXYvnJ7LkG2te6BWQ7yY/s1600-h/pileofpeople.bmp"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388262377288063890" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXCGbLlWvn-YojxuLwZ3jDowrsSJZWY-aqUgnQmqUHz9DVsCgyHpgzHA2ZBNIL2Oj3tWfJ6tpaDM_sQr_sNIFo8ciNmA1CIb2VDZGDXdRTBrIoicn4yO6whCL2JXYvnJ7LkG2te6BWQ7yY/s320/pileofpeople.bmp" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /></a>I tend to enjoy waking up, applying some lip gloss and acting like I’m ready for the day! It seems to be the perfect thing to distract the eye from any imperfections I may have from sleeping with my hand pressed against my face! My pretty pink gloss is shiny and lustrous! Granted, the wind blows and I have hair stuck to my teeth, but overall, it’s usually a good topping for a fresh girl look! Well!…I was very disappointed in my lip gloss last night. I had been wearing it all day and was actually quite proud of myself for not licking it off. I reapplied after work and went to sing at a party. I was driving to the party and noticed that my lips were sticking together! That’s not good. I can’t breathe through my nose. I checked it in the mirror and it was all chunky and gross. Darn! I was all out of sorts. When I got to the party, I searched my trunk for something to wipe it on that wouldn't stick to it and have to be worn as a mouth accessory all night! I found a washcloth and got rid of all but a little glitter and used a new layer of a different textured gloss. My frown turned upside down and I felt like a new girl! Ah! That’s better. <br />
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I walked into the party, and within 30 minutes, a guy came up to me and said, “My wife divorced me and I had to move out of the house at 11:59 pm last night.”…I thought, “Wow! If he was 20 years younger, 6 months out of that relationship, Italian, and I wasn't already married, I’d snap him right up!”…and… “that reminds me of my lip gloss”! (Danger! Danger! Attention Deficit Hallucination coming!) The problem with people sometimes is that they have such a need to fill a void with an instant replacement, that they keep layering relationship after relationship without wiping off the old ones. It really just makes for a film of life distracting, sticky chunks on them. Personally, I never got involved. I can’t tell you how many guys asked me out right after they had broken up with someone who I had asked to take some time to get over their previous relationship and then give me a call…I could count on 1 hand how many of them called – 0. They all went on to the next girl and married her…oh yeah…and then divorced her…apparently those relationships didn't work out for some reason. Uh…do you think? How can you possibly be the person you are going to be in the future if you are still wearing a layer of your past? I was always afraid that I would meet someone on the rebound…That was actually hilarious! Everyone would say, “On the rebound from who? It’s been 8 years!”…I'd reply with a smile, “No. Not him! The one before him!”…I liked the original one better! The one you remember was just a sticky chunk of rebound lip-gloss. The one before him was actually a pretty good match for me…other than the depressive tendencies. He’s still a sight for sore eyes though (when I run into him every 10 years or so). Oh well…wipe them off! You can’t re-date the dated and you can’t reapply the dazzleglass. You may as well take a shower and start fresh in the morning!…I looked up from my thoughts and the guy was still standing there staring at me… “Oh. I’m sorry. Were you talking?”<br />
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Calia Rozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05067341971617800191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824289567544609002.post-81453728315825099492012-03-29T09:46:00.000-04:002013-07-14T09:44:45.921-04:00It's not MY fault...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have often watched and wondered as people use anything and everything to get out of an uncomfortable situation. It’s an ageless problem. When we’re kids, when our mothers catch us doing something wrong, our instant response is to tell her something that one of our sisters has done in hopes that it will be bad enough to make our offense seem much smaller. When we are teenagers, the words “she got me in trouble for…” come up again and again. I remember getting pulled over one time for speeding and being very angry at the cop who pulled me over. A wiser lady asked me if I was mad at the cop, mad at myself for speeding, or mad that I had gotten caught. Um…interesting…BUT…that cop didn’t need to be sitting there that day while I drove quickly by…Of course it was his job. “He got me in trouble!”<br />
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It never ends. People need to have someone to blame their actions on. Have you ever talked to a guy who talks about “his crazy ex wife?” I’ve actually caught myself walking away thinking, “Poor guy. His wife was crazy!”…I have a feeling that she wasn’t all that crazy. Don’t get me wrong…I have met “crazy” in my day. In fact, I believe it’s very possible that that same guy drove his wife to “act crazy.” He may have just left some of the story out- he may have left her alone with his children while he stepped out night after night into a bar and hooked up with young girls. Perhaps he told her that she wasn’t good enough for him because he had a “high pressure” job and “guys like him usually have hotter wives.”…Maybe he walked out one day for good and she called a few too many times to ask him how he could do that to her and their children?? He can blame the end of his relationship on the fact that she was crazy all he wants to but the fact remains that if everyone you meet is “crazy”, you might want to take a look in the mirror to find out what’s making them that way.<br />
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So why are humans so afraid to take responsibility for their actions? If we speed, it might be our fault that we got a speeding ticket. If we cheat, it might be our fault when the person we have cheated on throws a rock through our window. What is so scary about admitting that we did something that we aren’t proud of? Do we need to fluff up our feathers and walk around telling our life stories with twisted details in order to feel good about ourselves? I knew a guy who used to tell so many stories about his life that when someone would ask him a question regarding his personal life, he would pick up his drink and sip it slowly while he scanned his “lie rolodex” in his mind. It was obvious to me that he was getting his story straight in order for it to match previous stories that he had told the specific person. He was a VERY smart man so he did this quite well. I had to wonder how a less educated man would pull it off though. Of course a less educated man probably wasn’t trying it on overly educated women so there are probably different degrees of the “formulate your lie, slow water sip.” All in all- it’s very hard to maintain an alter ego that is so different from the real you. So much work goes into creating and maintaining each story that I can’t imagine that it doesn’t become overwhelming once in awhile. I wonder whose fault it would be when he screws up his story and gets caught in a lie?...I’m sure it will be the “crazy” girl who questions the validity of the story who will eventually “get him in trouble!”Calia Rozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05067341971617800191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824289567544609002.post-89107565551797058252012-03-14T07:36:00.000-04:002013-07-14T09:43:34.734-04:00It's just another day?I ran into an acquaintance in the store today. I smiled and asked how she was. She said in a matter of fact way, “It’s just another day.” Oh my!...I thought in that moment, how easy is it to turn a day into “just another day” and how many of those can we afford to have? If we throw away this day, one day has the potential to turn into months...maybe years. I’m not sure we have that much extra time to waste. What is your definition of “life” or “happiness?” Is it all about just making it through? It seems like a huge waste to me. Michael Jackson died at 50. How tragic. What’s more tragic is that by definition, he had it all. We need to be careful not to calculate the value of our lives by analyzing what we have. We may have one day to toss away to feeling lonely or sad but the next has got to turn around. I like to find one thing in every single day to notice as something new and fresh. Maybe people aren’t as willing or creative as I am in this area…well…cause honestly sometimes I’m downright ridiculous! Like for example: I have been known to be able to dance and kickbox...but sometimes just spinning around the living room with a great new tune on,like I did when I was a kid, is enough to make me feel like one again. I let my arms go limp and turn in circles without spotting anywhere special on the wall until I fall down laughing. Note to self: This can actually be much more dangerous than you may think. Be careful not to slam into the wall or the coffee table (oops...yeah...it's happened). But then again…if you do, I am certain it will be a day of notable happenings! I took a walk today and looked up at the sky. I do this all the time. It never looks the same as the day before! There was a huge black cloud over the tops of some brightly sunlit trees! It was absolutely amazing. Some people would’ve noticed the black cloud but I saw the sun that was shining from the opposite direction as it reflected the treetops as a message that there was something always shining through the darkness as long as I am willing to see it. I would suggest that if you ever take a moment to try this, you turn your music down a little because you just may get run over by a car. But then again…that would put an ironic twist on your day and I assure you it would most definitely not be “just another day!”Calia Rozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05067341971617800191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824289567544609002.post-3166023890738625582012-02-09T10:19:00.000-05:002013-07-14T09:47:51.764-04:00Half full!I just used some “energizing hand soap” in the ladies room at work. I really think it worked! My hands do feel energized! Sometimes I go in there and the older ladies have filled the half empty dispenser to the top with water. That drives me crazy! My gosh ladies! It’s not like it’s 1983 and your parents only have $8 until payday! Geez…As a single person who is sort of “the boss of me”, when my soap is gone, I buy more. The funny thing is that I always see my glass as half full…of course in the past, people have definitely walked by and peed in it… but I have always just watched as they’ve done it, smiled and said, “thank you”, then simply washed my glass and started over!Calia Rozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05067341971617800191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824289567544609002.post-81217057785008405532011-07-23T16:18:00.001-04:002011-07-24T00:22:45.132-04:00Eat, Drink, and Be Married…<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhLfG3NSC4NdUp8s-x7W9ShyphenhyphenqqvhXL50v_81awrqSSPOc_6goOioXSmy5RKVFU_Gu4eepm_rYwHXcFKyt_FUlOR1vOw0732UCrKhHSu9DDV-1SpBYDSWGB5qh6OtTF1FTqIdzqmMIqQrmO/s1600/overeating.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhLfG3NSC4NdUp8s-x7W9ShyphenhyphenqqvhXL50v_81awrqSSPOc_6goOioXSmy5RKVFU_Gu4eepm_rYwHXcFKyt_FUlOR1vOw0732UCrKhHSu9DDV-1SpBYDSWGB5qh6OtTF1FTqIdzqmMIqQrmO/s320/overeating.jpg" t$="true" width="300" /></a></div>I am in awe of the world’s obsession with food. It seems that everything we do, whether it surrounds happiness, sadness, holidays, dating, etc…is all directly connected to food. What is this about? It seems that there is no way to get away from the over consuming celebration of- well…life?...Will our bodies explode from it one day? Will our families sit around a table of food while we sit nearby in a box waiting to be lowered into the ground by 10 weight lifters…who, by the way have their own food issues… <br />
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So why do I ramble on about food when it’s so obviously a tradition that goes back in time- even before Jenny Craig existed (is she even alive still?...I would think that her heart has to have stopped by now from over consumption of ephedra and cardboard frozen meals)? Oh well…I guess I’m feeling out of control and as though there needs to be a way to say “no thank you” without people taken offense. Is there an exact amount that society likes people to eat? Too little deems you an anorexic. Too much deems you a pig! I love food as much as the next person but WHY…oh WHY?...is it the center of the universe? Can’t people just eat in bed all alone once in awhile and enjoy the fact that no one’s talking at them while they unknowingly shove 4000 calories frantically in their mouths out of “celebration”?<br />
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My fiance’s family eats every single meal out in an Italian restaurant. This is a big problem for me. Don’t get me wrong…I LOVE Italian food. The problem is that I’ve taught aerobics and eaten rations of protein, fruits, and vegetables out of Tupperware containers five times a day for over 15 years. I am not the kind of girl who can have a slice (actually…a loaf) of bread unleashed on her! I know it’s a social thing but to me they may as well be shooting me up with heroin. I have been swiping empty plates from the people at the tables next to me while they aren’t looking and pretending that I have just eaten so much I couldn’t eat another bite. YET…Somehow they know??? “Calia hasn’t eaten! Get Calia some butter and a slice of chocolate cake?”…I say “no thank you. I’m full.” They say “but the chocolate cake is made with only half the sugar, and the icing is only made of butter, flour and eggs, not shortening like it’s supposed to be made”… “oh…great then…get me 2 pieces in that case. I thought it might’ve been fattening. I’ll just roll myself into my car later.”<br />
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Anyway…I do rant on and on…My “wedding” that I refuse to call “MY” anything is going to have food after the mass. I’m calling it the “after service- food consumption gathering.” It will be nice to see my family on that day- even if I can’t fit into any of my 5 wedding gowns that I carefully picked out to look as beautiful as I could on “my wedding day”. That is, when I was going to have a private mass with just my “husband to be”- before I even met him. (I like dresses!) I guess I’ll find some sort of burlap sack to throw on over my sauce, cheese, and bread clogged arteries…or maybe I could sew a couple of them together this week sometime. Where’s that stapler?...Calia Rozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05067341971617800191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824289567544609002.post-88472180892069385332011-07-22T07:20:00.000-04:002011-07-22T07:20:30.918-04:00You sing better than Fergie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1KIYLCT8Wk2PZ22_sX48iaRdRcoHbssGuD7LpGRgbjKhD-E6_sxTNXP6AbVS4XrDQBOn2PbGA7zm717S_tZp09qZMxiWzeiS-C43NA-5ACZMcNQM9rcKvmMTauVAvZOEuv9J4sq71hJ6H/s1600/6869_motorcycle_cartoon.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1KIYLCT8Wk2PZ22_sX48iaRdRcoHbssGuD7LpGRgbjKhD-E6_sxTNXP6AbVS4XrDQBOn2PbGA7zm717S_tZp09qZMxiWzeiS-C43NA-5ACZMcNQM9rcKvmMTauVAvZOEuv9J4sq71hJ6H/s200/6869_motorcycle_cartoon.gif" t$="true" width="151" /></a></div>No two minds think alike! That is why one person’s compliment is another person’s diss. I sing a Black Eyed Peas song and people always come up afterwards and say, “You sing better than Fergie.”…um…well geez…Thanks? The thing is that as a “singer” who has spent many years learning the technical elements of how vocal chords work, I sure as heck better sing better than Fergie! The real question is “Am I Fergilicious?” The way I see it, Fergie’s thing is not singing. I thought her identity was wrapped around being extremely attractive.<br />
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We all have something that we’re good at. The trouble we face is when we get mislabeled into a category in which we do not belong. I would be considered a complete failure if I considered myself an auto mechanic. It’s not that I can’t fix cars…wait…It is exactly like I can’t fix cars. I do know how to put gas in them but I this doesn’t make me a very good mechanic. In fact, if people brought me their cars to fix, I would most certainly let them down 100% of the time!...This is why they don’t. My constant failure would ruin my self image.<br />
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There was a guy who used to come into to work to fix the copy machine. One day as he was leaving, I smiled at him and asked, “all fixed?” He said, “No. I couldn’t fix it. I need to come back next week with parts.”…um… “Okay (I thought), but since his only job was to fix the copy machine, leaving without it being fixed seemed a little sad to me.” I wanted to help him by giving him a different title. Perhaps “guy who dressed really nicely and had a nice smile?” Somehow it seemed like if that was what he was going for, he had achieved his goal for the day. Clearly “copy machine fixit guy” was not the best category to place him in this time. <br />
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I contend that too many people are spending time doing things that don’t make them feel good. I know that as children, we are told that we can be or do anything we want to in life. I suppose that’s true and I definitely believe in doing the most we can to stretch our own abilities, BUT there is something to be said for recognizing our own individual strengths and capitalizing on them. The most important thing when it comes to living a happy a full life is finding what it is that we excel at and working to make ourselves the best we can be at it. Of course it isn’t wrong to try new things, but setting unrealistic goals for ourselves is counterproductive to seeing the value in what we, as individuals, have to offer the world. Not everyone can be a singer, an engineer, an auto mechanic, a copy machine repairman, Fergie…BUT, every ONE can be amazing at whatever has been gifted to them. The key is to figure out what that is! Once we do, if we love it and take the time to foster its growth, it will provide happiness to us forever.Calia Rozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05067341971617800191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824289567544609002.post-12671987732647244372011-07-11T23:10:00.001-04:002011-07-11T23:11:39.994-04:00Brake Failure: Stop Safely ASAP<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinv3XCtyGxpXlTJifPcaKxL9Il8Hp_MwguSFcT5KZR_iOm2jNx6nlvH8uaWnxiSxBvmCOzaGPDOL_nXVsNHTNMi8QwjM8dYkcQSCcoPZynLFSNy8bppU8fc4gotCPRseZAsGUwpydQCDKd/s1600/rmo0262l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinv3XCtyGxpXlTJifPcaKxL9Il8Hp_MwguSFcT5KZR_iOm2jNx6nlvH8uaWnxiSxBvmCOzaGPDOL_nXVsNHTNMi8QwjM8dYkcQSCcoPZynLFSNy8bppU8fc4gotCPRseZAsGUwpydQCDKd/s200/rmo0262l.jpg" width="157" /></a></div>My car has been mocking me a lot lately. Personally I think it over warns me. It’s sort of like a car that cries “wolf.” It’s a Volvo and really like it but I can’t just assume it’s always right. I mean…it is right when a headlight burns out. Of course I have mixed feelings about that warning too. Usually people don’t know they have a headlight out until they get pulled over for it. NOT ME- I have to know the second it blows. This would be considered a gentle reminder to a normal person that she should make sure she stops and picks up a bulb. Again…I don’t have the ability to let things go. I have to stop everything I’m doing and take care of it right that minute and for the entire ride down the street to the auto parts store, that warning screams at me from my dash “DIPPED BEAM”…I find that very upsetting. <br />
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As for this “brake failure” thing…what the heck is up with that message? I come from a family that used duct tape to cover up the check engine light when it was on. I don’t think that’s supposed to be the “normal” response, but nothing ever caught on fire…well…once…but it didn’t happen that often. The point is that my brakes work fine. My ABS is another story…but the brakes themselves are fine…<br />
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So what did this warning message trigger in my mind you may ask? Well…it reminded me of all the times I have complained that I’ve given friends advice and they have completely disregarded it. I need to “brake” this down a little bit. What are the reasons that I am not heeding my car’s warning?<br />
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<li>I would have to borrow a car or get a ride from a friend- I’d be completely reliant on someone else.</li>
<li>I don’t believe it’s really broken.</li>
<li>I actually know it’s broken and I really don’t need anyone telling me that it is because I have no intention of fixing it.</li>
</ul>Interesting…so it appears that I have an awful lot in common with some of my friends who have ignored my advice on occasion. When it comes to relationships, the excuses for ignoring a giant red flashing message compare to my dashboard quite nicely:<br />
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<ul><li>If I was giving my 2 cents about a guy that I don’t think is ever going to pan out, my friend would weigh out the cost- If she chose to believe me, she would have to give up the one thing that, though a huge negative factor and life stunting relationship, is the one thing that gives her enough “nothing” to feel excited about for the few minutes a day she gets said “nothing.” So what if the “stop safely asap” message is correct this time?...eh…it hasn’t happened before…She’ll take care of it when she absolutely has to…maybe from the bottom of a lake or something…</li>
<li>She would have to eventually allow someone new to drive her around…ie: dinner, movies, etc…the early stages of dating always suck…</li>
<li>She knows it’s keeping her frozen and broken but it’s too hard to let it go for fear of the outside possibility that the person just might come through for her just after she lets go. It would just be easier to ignore the problem for now and hope that in a few years, another person will present himself once this current one has gotten married to someone completely different.</li>
</ul>So it makes complete sense…people do what they want to and pretty much only heed warnings if they are convenient for them. Brake failure: Stop safely asap. Exactly how many warnings will I get until that one time that my brakes actually do fail?...don’t know yet…There might be a lesson to be learned in this though. People will eventually find out their own answers to the open ended questions of their lives. Maybe warning lights and well meaning friends are set in front of us to help save us from catastrophe or perhaps they are holding us stuck in full view of what just might happen one day. Would it be better to just drive until the brakes go out completely knowing that we’ve lived right now to the fullest? Does everything have to have a happily ever after attached to it? Maybe some people just don’t worry that much about what is ahead of them. I wish I was that cool. I think I’m going to go tomorrow and have my brakes checked.Calia Rozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05067341971617800191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824289567544609002.post-33046011825155337332011-07-10T11:22:00.001-04:002011-07-10T12:10:52.051-04:00If Every Day Was Christmas…<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfpWtjIVBLf3uaCWAM_QLCqLO7CmK9ivN01sd_ZxM6HfHvBIIHeeMq8cel2-PxRVK9Ae9JrYurdK31OGgSSXjc_yMQTUIThKlOL7yDcG2vemru5doCrhatRYgH2CqJWBgY4m1JU198yEZm/s1600/mban2114l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfpWtjIVBLf3uaCWAM_QLCqLO7CmK9ivN01sd_ZxM6HfHvBIIHeeMq8cel2-PxRVK9Ae9JrYurdK31OGgSSXjc_yMQTUIThKlOL7yDcG2vemru5doCrhatRYgH2CqJWBgY4m1JU198yEZm/s200/mban2114l.jpg" width="196" /></a></div>If every day was Christmas…would you be too excited to sleep the night before? Would you stand peering through the door hoping to catch a peek of a shadow leaving presents under the tree? Would you make a list of everything you wanted and hope upon hope that Santa would get it for you?...or would you save the list for one day when it wasn’t Christmas so there would be something to get excited about?<br />
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The truth is that the world is full of so many special occasions that we forget what we’re celebrating. People celebrate birthdays, secretaries, bosses, bringing children to work, Halloween, winning a game…etc… Come to think of it, when I was a kid, I was on a softball team that never won a game- ever. The other teams used to load into the back of their coach’s pickup truck and celebrate their win by going to the ice cream store. Our team only went once and that was at the end of the season because we really had tried to do our best but still lost every game. We just weren’t all that good at sports. Don’t get me wrong- my sisters and I singing in the outfield was likely a much better show than the game itself- but I guess that would depend on if you came to watch a softball game- or hear little girls singing. Personally…I would choose the singing kids any day. The point is that I have to wonder if that one day that we went to the ice cream store to celebrate our hard work was more memorable and exciting than the other team’s daily outing for ice cream cones. I wonder if they have a specific day that they would consider to have been special or if they just remember those 4 years that they went to the baseball field, hit the singing girls in the faces with balls and got ice cream for it? I remember that one day. We were so excited. We got into the back of the truck with our hats on and drove around the block to the ice cream store. The girls at the counter took each of our orders. Mine was for a small soft vanilla cone with rainbow sprinkles. I love soft serve vanilla with rainbow sprinkles still! It reminds me of one of the best days of my life.<br />
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The point is that sometimes I feel like what we do on a regular basis takes the excitement out of memories we may have the ability to capture. I get dressed up every Friday & Saturday (and some Sundays and even weeknights) and dance and sing. It is a huge party. I have so much fun. I laugh all night and I would consider myself to “party” for a living. No- I don’t drink or “party” like many people would consider that word. I just have a huge amount of fun dancing and singing. It’s like New Year’s Eve every single weekend. Dress up, dance, sing…I wonder if there’s a danger in doing the things you love to do too much? Don’t get me wrong…I still love to do it but it is definitely my job. I’ve gone to people’s weddings every weekend for years and years and years now. People come up to me to tell me that I sang at their wedding 10 years ago and introduce me to their beautiful children (and new boyfriends). They remember me being there and are excited to see me because they had so much fun on their wedding day that they will never forget it. That’s nice. Unfortunately I can’t make any distinction between the weddings unless a cake fell or if I went into anaphylactic shock from accidentally eating a walnut in a cookie I shouldn’t have eaten anyway… To me, everyday is Christmas.<br />
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This seems like a strange thing to be complaining about and I really am not complaining…<em>exactly</em>…I am more noticing that too much of a good thing takes the wind out of the sail of something that should feel amazing. I LOVE my jobs. I have fun all the time. I just wish I knew how to capture one moment as different from the rest. Everyone always thinks their party is different or better than others. As someone who has been at every single party every thrown, I need to say that there is very little difference between them. I contend that the reason the person throwing the party thinks theirs is special or different is due to the anticipation of preparing for it. They make their list of what they want… they can’t sleep all night the night before… they wake up early on the day of it and run down the stairs so excited that they could burst. Perhaps celebrating Christmas only once a year is a much better way to make it memorable? I don’t know though…I do everything too much…I’m too excited…I jump around and sing all the time…everyday is Christmas…What would be memorable to me right now? Maybe a walk by myself around a lake where I don’t know anyone…AH! I would remember that for a good long time!Calia Rozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05067341971617800191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824289567544609002.post-1309538596133505902011-07-04T13:13:00.002-04:002011-07-04T13:14:15.367-04:00Vein, Vane, Vain…<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLsqAUKhAUlB-USFUL8cUgDtIgKCmXl11p5dFk0lRTiRCkYjDwzEinBHMdAg0iXSk8NxV_g1nhiBKIc1zIqWyR-6pP9pS-KhNX4xjlrRQfacw6V9Wkmyd1-B1OOTRaGMStQkFVTa0K26QM/s1600/jmo1897l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 156px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 221px;"><img border="0" height="143" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLsqAUKhAUlB-USFUL8cUgDtIgKCmXl11p5dFk0lRTiRCkYjDwzEinBHMdAg0iXSk8NxV_g1nhiBKIc1zIqWyR-6pP9pS-KhNX4xjlrRQfacw6V9Wkmyd1-B1OOTRaGMStQkFVTa0K26QM/s200/jmo1897l.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Age is a very strange thing…I find that people struggle with aging gracefully. I recently saw Suzanne Summers on tv. I have always loved her. In fact, in 1983, her thigh master was part of my daily elementary school regimen. I think I overused it because it eventually broke in two…Of course two thigh masters were quite useless…but perhaps equally as useless as one. As for “Chrissy Snow?”…well…at 70 years old, is it really possible that her hair is still platinum blonde like that?...<br />
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I think there comes a time when being comfortable with your age is more useful when it comes to looking your best than working so hard to look like you’re 17 years old. I see 60 year old women all the time who have had their eyes done to look as though they are 30 years younger. Unfortunately, there is a point when it goes too far. What happened to personal acceptance and sophistication? <br />
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Of course the “beautiful people” are paraded in front of cameras as the norm! Not only that, men in their 50’s and 60’s seem to think they want girls in their 20’s with no regard to their own beer guts or darkened grays. This all started when they invented the telephone and then started developing housing in neighborhoods! It just didn’t happen in centuries before us. 16 year old men married the 13 year old girl from the farm 20 miles down the road and they grew old together. There was no fox news to distract the men by showing them perfectly toned, glitzy, blonde bombshells that they could fantasize about. You can’t really blame them actually. Those women certainly are beautiful. I always give credit where credit is due!<br />
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Now I don’t mean to say that this is only a male problem. I run into women all the time who are looking for really young guys. No 40 year old woman that I know really wants a 40 year old man. Far be it for anyone to make it easy on themselves! There is a sense of entitlement once a person has gotten to a point in her life when she knows what she likes and what she wants. Sometimes she’s fresh out of a bad marriage. Sometimes she is fresh out of school and waking up after many years of putting her personal life on hold. She is 40 years old and wants someone she finds attractive. Unfortunately we don’t always find our own age to be attractive. We didn’t think 40 was hot when we were 20 and we still don’t. My 93 year old grandmother commented the other day when she saw a woman who was 92, “Wow. Did you see how many wrinkles she had?”…um…yes I did. There’s a certain point when there is just NOTHING you can do. The body wasn’t meant to hold up for an entire century! Eventually the miniskirts and half shirts have to go!<br />
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So then what can we do to make ourselves happy with our single lives? I contend that people tend to fill their heads with limitations and requirements in order to stay in the safety zone. Once we are older than 21, our lives become layered with experiences and clutter that build a protective shell around us. I’m quite certain that we don’t even realize we are doing it but if we get a little “real” with ourselves, a 50 year old woman doesn’t really have all that much in common with a 30 year old man, and a 60 year old man has even less in common with a 20 year old girl. My fiancé is 2 months older than I am. I have to say that I don’t usually like older men BUT he is really great and has lived a healthy lifestyle! He is perfect for me and people don’t stare at us in the street wondering if he is my father or if I am his mother…or do I need to sound out the words for him when he reads books!...(BUT on a side note: the other day I signaled to him to do a sound check for my band and he completely misinterpreted my hand motions as I pointed to the audience and then to my ear. He walked out and found a cookie and never returned…baby steps though. I guess the cookies were good and we eventually figured out that we hadn’t turned on the main speakers ourselves!- I digress…) The point is that I DO believe that there is someone for everyone! The catch is to strip off the underlying protective tactics and strong beliefs of what “we have to have” that keep us frozen in the “there is no one out there for me” stage…Calia Rozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05067341971617800191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824289567544609002.post-81058677331550239552011-07-03T11:03:00.001-04:002011-07-03T11:08:15.360-04:00In My Opinion...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIRomzseb9a-qpQRnppRBcaCudPqUy8NnD-3x2JUVfrjVoHqNBga3-dV5P8qtjMZDiHLIFj0wTJVnC4m4nUsbXKd_ZGDmCFb_3MHs66Zp4ZXaiDecg0nbgMHgRqg2hzyoH0MiEY3gzHz5V/s1600/013-in-my-opinion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 50px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 326px;"><img border="0" height="51" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIRomzseb9a-qpQRnppRBcaCudPqUy8NnD-3x2JUVfrjVoHqNBga3-dV5P8qtjMZDiHLIFj0wTJVnC4m4nUsbXKd_ZGDmCFb_3MHs66Zp4ZXaiDecg0nbgMHgRqg2hzyoH0MiEY3gzHz5V/s320/013-in-my-opinion.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Boy! People sure are strange. I have to wonder if maybe it’s me. AND- I guess we know the answer to that question. I think the biggest issue that people face is in trying to see things from other people’s perspective. Come to think of it, possibly we don’t have any way of doing that completely. Perhaps the biggest problem is that we aren’t walking away and agreeing to disagree and then moving on from there. I have wasted many, MANY hours trying to explain myself in hopes that someone might say, “Oh. I get it now.” This in fact is not what happens. I laugh things off and poke jokes at myself to make light of “my own personality defects” in order for others to not feel as though their opinions are wrong but to help them to understand why I like things a certain way. BUT-The truth is that my opinions aren’t wrong- or are they due to personality defects. My opinions are my opinions. That’s why we use the word “opinion.”<br />
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I was out last night and watched as a lady begged everyone in sight for a cigarette. I joked about it with her friend. I said, “She’s a grown up lady and yet she wants me to walk around and ask people for a cigarette?” (For some reason, she thought that people would be more likely to hand me a cigarette…We can discuss why I’m not sure that’s a compliment at a later date ;) The girl with her said, “Well! In 20 years, when you’re her age, you’ll understand how she feels. She’s just trying to have some fun!” My friend and I looked at the girl and said, “How old is she?”…well…it turned out that her friend that she apparently thought was 20 years older than I am, was a year younger than me. Thus the reason for her to go back in time and not smoke cigarettes…AND on a side note: her friend is obviously not all that great at doing math equations in her head because clearly I am not in my teens. Don’t get me wrong- I’m childish…but I’m no teenager...(tangent ;) Anyway... The point is that I have actually spent time trying to help people quit smoking in my day by using reasoning and photos of damaged lungs. They don’t understand. It’s their opinion that life is too short and I’m not the boss of them- and neither are their lungs. Walk away Calia…no one cares.<br />
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I guess the question is why do I care? Why do I think it’s my walk in life to help people “understand”? I contend that I would be much happier if I just allowed people to screw up their own lives, damage their own lungs, cheat on their own wives, drive their own cars into ditches while they are on their cell phones…In the end, they are going to do what they want anyway. I’m not saying that I know best. People are a product of where they come from! No two people have the same set of experiences so it’s no doubt that every single person will see things through different eyes. I guess that’s what makes the world interesting. Besides…if everyone used a bluetooth while they were driving, what would the traffic policemen do to keep themselves awake on midnights?...On the occasion that my own view might’ve been the safer choice, I can stand next to the car in the ditch and simply act shocked and say “If ONLY someone would’ve seen that coming!”…Calia Rozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05067341971617800191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824289567544609002.post-7635392202760299072011-07-01T17:53:00.005-04:002011-07-02T00:18:04.992-04:00FIRE!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVZSWvvbJrnRKT1JwWQJbXu-d1RXEIHSf6kgFv8Ay0mIs8KKp89zj319U5wbpzfGKohvvUBDyrnnTpGmUakGa7TK6Z9s0k8FnT03WTqFO3TyLIKO3ugkewvejpHGOaK4chZlltWkMyO0ln/s1600/callahanfire.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 173px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 234px;"><img border="0" height="180" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVZSWvvbJrnRKT1JwWQJbXu-d1RXEIHSf6kgFv8Ay0mIs8KKp89zj319U5wbpzfGKohvvUBDyrnnTpGmUakGa7TK6Z9s0k8FnT03WTqFO3TyLIKO3ugkewvejpHGOaK4chZlltWkMyO0ln/s200/callahanfire.gif" width="200" /></a></div>A very wise…bastard… taught me a lesson over the years. I could never understand why his correspondence would just drop off from time to time. It took a long time for it to make sense to me. He told me once that he didn’t respond to something I sent because I was upset with him and he said “what do you do when someone sends you something negative? You delete it.”…hmm…This actually explained a lot.<br />
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For instance:<br />
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You get a text from a friend that says: “You have a really fat butt.” This irritates you and you instantly write back, “Yeah? Well I’ve always thought your face looked like it had been beaten in by a truck. I can’t believe you even got a guy looking the way you do.”…You get a response back saying, “What? My 10 year old just sent that to everyone in my contacts as a joke.”…oh. Let’s see you fix that one!!<br />
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This is why we need to not respond with our immediate reaction. It is irrational and will egg on the situation beyond repair. I once got 8 texts from a guy. I had been in a concert with my phone off. They went something like this:<br />
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“Hey. What are you up to?”<br />
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“Do you want to get together?”<br />
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“What are you doing?”<br />
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“Why aren’t you responding to me?”<br />
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“I can’t believe you are doing this to me?”<br />
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“Forget it! I’m sick of this crap!”<br />
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“When I first met you, I didn’t even think you were pretty anyway!”<br />
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“Have a nice life!”<br />
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Okay…When I got out of the concert and turned on the phone, I was perplexed…then I was annoyed…then I sent back a wiseass “Which one of these texts would you like me to respond to? I was in a concert with my phone off. Have a nice life.”<br />
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He and I are not together.<br />
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The truth is that if you don’t respond to an initial text or email when someone is ranting and upset, the bastard is right- People will put out their own fire! You just can’t provide them any fuel in the meantime. I always tell people that when they break up with someone, don’t bother trying so hard to communicate. If you disappear for awhile, they will return. If you keep nagging at them, they won’t remember why they broke up with you in the first place, but they will have a whole new story to tell their friends. You probably won’t get back together if that is in fact what you want. Of course there’s a good chance that you are better off without the person. But wouldn’t you rather be the one who was right in the end?...I know I would…Calia Rozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05067341971617800191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824289567544609002.post-37292612809449691962011-06-23T00:50:00.000-04:002011-06-23T00:50:25.396-04:00The 30-Something Single Girl is Getting Married?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLdNJvaCPENMqc9KNKgnz6qY6s25_5j2OrCO9knZ4PHgsuB6g-Fv0kmqz9rX24tmNTMNvnFSdogEQ_Hct0Nw_sh3emvLAZFvkEo2YrFrVKorgX_dsGK4CM2DPcMHRJKzGbTb5qYVPDqm0M/s1600/Bridezilla_by_Xubbles-367x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 176px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 242px;"><img border="0" height="162" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLdNJvaCPENMqc9KNKgnz6qY6s25_5j2OrCO9knZ4PHgsuB6g-Fv0kmqz9rX24tmNTMNvnFSdogEQ_Hct0Nw_sh3emvLAZFvkEo2YrFrVKorgX_dsGK4CM2DPcMHRJKzGbTb5qYVPDqm0M/s200/Bridezilla_by_Xubbles-367x300.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>I know that some people have been wondering where I have disappeared to. Where is that random babble of thoughts that the crazy blonde girl strung together into sentences on a daily basis for years? Well…I’m very happy to say that I’m engaged. Does that sound crazy? The 30-something single girl actually met someone? Well!... It’s true. He is the nicest guy that anyone could ever ask to meet. I published my book almost 2 years ago listing what I was looking for: “never married, no kids, wants kids, catholic, Italian, between 30 and 40.” Would you believe that only 4 days after I finished the book, I met exactly him? Ridiculous isn’t it? Maybe not so much… <br />
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You know that I always believed in the law of attraction. You know?...if you believe in it and think it, it will eventually become your life. In fact, it was this same rule that likely spun the thread of my life for the many years that I was single. My mantra of not finding the right guy over and over again that was laced with cynical humor did a nice job of keeping me very comfortable as a “single girl.” I definitely needed to find a way to transition myself from that girl who attracted all the wrong guys, to the girl with very little left to complain about. In fact, looking back, my act was so well polished that I brought all the wrong guys to me. Don’t get me wrong…there was something very appealing about them. Perhaps I was trying to date people like my previous boyfriend over and over again in hopes that it wouldn’t end in such disaster? Possibly my subconscious believed that if I could make it work, it would mean that I wasn’t such a loser for not being able to make that relationship work. …uh…nope…that tested and tried “type” didn’t like me before… wasn’t good for me… and I had no business abusing myself by trying with “him” ever again. So I switched gears once I became clear enough to allow someone wonderful in.<br />
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Smooth sailing from that moment on right?...well…not completely. I had worked myself up into loving that feeling of “someday” so much, that all of a sudden (and I mean after nearly 8 years of being single) having a happy relationship felt like I had become a fish out of water. It’s not always easy to be part of a relationship once you’ve become so good at being alone. We certainly work through it though. He has responsibilities and I have a recording studio! The perfect balance of being single and 2 people being single together like I had always wanted.<br />
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So here I am…with the best guy ever. We want to get married. (You can feel this going bad can’t you??? I have toxic energy when it comes to this topic…You think it will stop me from going on?...Likely not! ) Well…here goes…<br />
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Ever since I was a little girl, I have dreamed of a private ceremony in a catholic church where it was just him and me. No people staring at me to see if I was going to belt out a high ‘E’, no people expecting me to break into a standup comedy routine, no quick costume change or having to remember the lines…NO big WEDDING! - Just something real for the two of us. This was the one day that I had always hoped for on which I didn’t have to be the star of the show. I didn’t need to audition and beat someone out to sing a solo… I didn’t need people to stand up and clap for me after my curtain call…One true moment is all I am asking for. Well…people don’t understand why I wouldn’t want to play the role of the bride and have all heads staring at me for one day?? The trouble is that I feel like that summarizes nearly every single day of my life. (MY…WE think highly of ourselves don’t we ;) They say that no one can understand where I’m coming from but in the same breath, “they” talk about how everyone who has ever been a bride has come to the realization that “her” wedding day is never what she wants. Um…okay…I can be charming and understand. I can even make jokes about how “I’m a little crazy for being different than most “bridezillas”…BUT…I have to say that now I’m the one who doesn’t understand. I’ve been to over 800 weddings. Trust me when I say that the script and the stage is pretty much the same at each one- the actors are just shifted around to fit the dresses. Clearly this subject doesn’t bring out the best in me. I guess the question is, “do I give up the only day I’ve ever asked for?” <br />
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<em>Calia explains how she feels with a scene involving fast food…</em><br />
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<em>She walks into McDonalds:</em><br />
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<blockquote><strong>Calia:</strong> Yes. Could I have an order of fries and a coke?<br />
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<strong>McDonalds worker:</strong> No ma’am. I have a salad here for you.<br />
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<strong>Calia</strong>:…uh…o-…kay…???</blockquote>Of course it’s even different than my McDonalds scenario because I’m asking for nothing and I still can’t have it. Really?...I mean…Really?...What the?...WT? huh?...I am truly at a loss for words on this….wait a minute…No I’m not. I’m going to write my wedding speech:<br />
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<blockquote><em><strong>“I’d like to thank you all for coming here and…ruining the only day I’ve ever dreamed of…”</strong></em></blockquote><div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Wait…no…that wasn’t good.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ll try again!</span></div><br />
<blockquote><em><strong>“You know how when you’re a little girl you dream of your wedding day?...Well this certainly isn’t it.”</strong></em></blockquote><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Oops…</span></div><br />
<blockquote><em><strong>“Today is such a special day…for all of you. Please speak amongst yourselves and collect your thank you notes from the table outside the door if you brought a gift.”</strong></em></blockquote>Why do I feel like I’m not exactly working through this little issue? I’ll try one more time.<br />
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<blockquote><strong><em>“If ever there was a day I wanted to spend with people, you would certainly be the people I would want to spend it with.”</em></strong></blockquote><br />
<em><strong><u>Note to self</u>:</strong> either call off the engagement, or make sure you don’t speak to anyone on the day you get married. </em><br />
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</strong></em>I truly don’t have an ending to this story because the thought of it makes me completely sick. All I know is that I want a marriage that is based on love and devotion to a lifetime with each other- I don’t believe that the party at the specific moment the sacrament takes place should be the most important part. Of course I always got C’s on my papers in my college philosophy classes for some reason too. It is clear that my philosophy on life is a little off the beaten path. The funny thing is that some people find it fresh and run down my path after me…I wonder if the others who can only see a few feet in front of them through the crowds on “Mainstream Street”, will one day have a need to detour through high grass, pricker bushes and trees to cut across to my path in order to catch a breath of their own?<br />
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So is there a compromise? I guess I could let the family come if someone else will dress up and play the role of bride. Come to think of it…I’d actually pay to watch that myself! Perhaps I should sell tickets to this performance??<br />
<blockquote><blockquote><strong><em><u>Moral of this story (if there is one…):</u> Be happy in the moment and try to figure out what might be holding you back from having all that you want because you may just get it “all” and then have to give it away anyway…</em></strong></blockquote></blockquote>Calia Rozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05067341971617800191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1824289567544609002.post-72026147355802943702011-03-08T05:09:00.000-05:002013-07-14T09:46:19.536-04:00“OH. Hot!”<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHm92bB19pP6x7IiDxwPdN-RrpZ7iTeVXJdxCqvRqHtW87VxeK45mm1slxBiDgBtzDb5LknyJAdKj73iKyxuk7TUph_skTRvHqOCCkuZ3Q-kQZQMdogJ37B7QZAMIWJc_uUMXw0wBtNZUU/s1600-h/lesson.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423257783892073730" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHm92bB19pP6x7IiDxwPdN-RrpZ7iTeVXJdxCqvRqHtW87VxeK45mm1slxBiDgBtzDb5LknyJAdKj73iKyxuk7TUph_skTRvHqOCCkuZ3Q-kQZQMdogJ37B7QZAMIWJc_uUMXw0wBtNZUU/s320/lesson.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 269px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 231px;" /></a>My nephew is 14 years old. I watched him touch the gas fireplace the other day and then say, "oh. hot" as he pulled his finger away...He and I shared a moment when he looked at me and realized that logically, he should’ve known it was hot without touching it at all. We looked at each other with confused expressions and then started to laugh...and then he ran his finger under cold water...<br />
What is it about people that makes us feel the constant need to find things out for ourselves? Sometimes I wonder why we aren't able to learn from each other's experiences. How many girls do you know who have gotten involved with guys who were "taken" and then ended up being surprised when eventually someone else took him from her?…”Oh. Hot.”…If he will cheat with you, he will cheat on you. We all know this to be true, but somehow believe that rules don’t apply to us as individuals. It's the same at any age. I would bet that if another kid had watched my nephew burn himself on the fireplace, it is very likely that the second child would try to touch it too…Yep. It’s still hot! I have often spent hours with friends talking through all the reasons why the direction they were heading wasn’t a good one. I have used my own experiences in addition to common sense on subject areas where one’s judgment may be clouded. Do you think anyone has ever heeded my advice?…Nope! It’s as though I can tell them, in vivid detail, what the negative outcome will be, but they continue on as if they have never heard me. It’s funny because eventually all of the details come true and they ask me why I didn’t warn them…Oh. Sorry…Hot!…I feel like that Greek Goddess who was given the gift of prophecy, but when she angered the God, he altered the gift to make people think she was lying about it and they refused to believe her…What was her name?…Don’t remember…Cool story though! <br />
About a year ago, I was helping a friend through a rough time in his life. He was leaving his wife of nearly 20 years and desperately wanted to find a girlfriend. I have about 400 or so emails talking through the repercussions of meeting someone too soon by flaunting his money as his only asset. I worried that he would meet someone immediately and she would get pregnant and then he would start the whole cycle all over again. He agreed (on paper) that I was right and that he would proceed cautiously while he was getting his life in order…He is expecting a baby in 2 months….hmm…If only someone would’ve seen that coming! I guess he’d better work on getting that divorce now. I’m sure it’s true love this time!…Good luck with that!… “Oh. Hot!”…<br />
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