Saturday, March 17, 2012

Call Waiting *(NSFW)

I know, I know.  I'm picky as fuck.  That's what you might think, but I don't agree.  Spoiled?  Nah, only my father does that. What adjective or compilation of clever words can I use to describe what I'm saying, without blurting it out?  Ef it.  I can't.  I'll just say it.  I hate to be put on hold!  Nooooo, that's not it.  I hate when I'm talking to someone and they say "I'll call you back."  I'm not spoiled.  I'm NOT.  Fine.  Maybe I was in this regard.  You see, my ex (boyfriend, not hubby) is a talker.  That sucka could go on and on and on and on and I loved him for it.  I gets my talk and listen on and we complemented each other in that way. He was indeed, the best friend a girl could have.  Because he was my primary goto phone buddy, our conversations were rarely interrupted.  In hindsight, I'm sure a slew of chicks were calling his ass and he didn't answer, but nevertheless on those very rare moments, he'd put me on hold and even fewer times he'd end our call.  He is the exception.  I have to tell and remind myself, sometimes.  Still, I don't think it's "fair."  Like, when the fuck do I get upgraded to "I'll call you back" status, because "Tiff's on the other line"?  I'm serious!?!

My best friend Sabs, for example, is notorious for this shit.  No lie.  We could be mid-sentence, story even, and she will roll me the fuck out in an instant and mumbles her exit.  The hold will be abrupt, but pales in comparison to her "lemmecallyouback" slur.  I hate her.

She's not alone though.

Am I the only person who doesn't find a call from my mom as dire and a necessity?  No diss, there's much love but we ain't talkin' 'bout shit important.  We ain't!  What she ate for lunch or I'm telling her something the kids did, but uh that's it.  Even when I was boo'd up or married, my guy's beep didn't mean the end of a conversation.  It just didn't.  Perhaps it should have, LOL?  Nah, a few missed calls couldn't have saved our relationship.  I'm just saying,  that shit irks my nerves, buttttt it's getting better.  I expect it and so it doesn't bother me as much as it used to, despite this post.  'Sides, texting has been my remedy and it works.

*not safe for work label only because the cursometer is high, ha.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Mission Possible

I tell ya, I never envisioned myself one to participate in or need the assistance of a Life Coach, but I do.  We all do, in my opinion.  The presence of one doesn't have negative connotations.  It means you're all about improving your life space.  I see nothing wrong with it.  Day 6 of my 31 Day Reset Program calls for me to put together a mission statement, based on the values I've identified as being most important to me in Day 5.  I kept this to myself, but am sharing my mission statement.  P.S. I'm actually hella late on my other days, but this program is important for me to complete, so I'm playing catch up today.

Thanks for reading...

"My life will always be meaningful, because honesty is my highest value.  I will strive to incorporate authenticity and truthfulness in everything that I do, say, and become.  I hope to be an example for my family, friends, enemies, and strangers.  With sincerity and financial responsibility, I will secure my children's futures.  I will give love and accept it, like I've never been hurt.  I will dance and sing and travel with him.  Like a lotus flower, I will fearlessly blossom.  I will shamelessly share my Buddhism and become a Bodhisattva. Through my spirituality, I will conquer fear and I will win.  I will win."