tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37840012011-10-07T23:00:06.353-04:00I'm just writing down some of the things that run through my head. Email: tokumbo70@yahoo.comtimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.comBlogger6731100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-45241390315378185572011-07-24T22:16:00.003-04:002011-07-24T22:25:29.642-04:00

As one gets older, it gets harder and harder to meet friends. Most people have established their circle of friends. And trying to add to or get into a circle is not always easy. I also think that as you get older, you become less forgiving of crap.I have tried to become friends with someone at work. I rarely, if never, do. If I do start hanging out with someone from work, it's because we

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I attended my friend's mother's funeral service today. This is the second funeral service I have been to in 13 months. Both were in the same funeral home. Both had open caskets. I couldn't get myself to go up to the open casket. I'm not sure I understand the need to have the casket open. Maybe it's because I don't want to see the deceased in that state. There is a big piece of me that

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I have never wanted to get married. I have never been traditional. But I have always believed that I deserved the rights that everyone else has. And tonight, I have been told that I have those rights.Thanks, New York. Thanks for telling me I matter.Later.

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...and Rick Welts happens to be gay. There's something very powerful about high-level professionals in sports coming out. Especially ones that have been and are very influential. It's especially amazing when he gets the support of his equally powerful and equally influential "teammates". What still gets me is how much time gets wasted before some people realize that living your honest life is

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I've finally been told when my last day is "around". Again, nothing specific. But at least I know that my current position will be in existence until mid-September. I am quite relieved that I have an idea as to when I will paid until. That feels great.I am not even worried about finding a job until then. I'll find something. Definitely not at my current company. My current boss approached

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I'm feeling emotionally crazy. But I always feel emotionally crazy when something is about to change in my life. It's almost like an injury that gets stirred up by a change in the weather. But rather than physical, it's emotional. And emotionally, I am stirred by music. And in this instance, I am very emotionally stirred by the music of Glee.It sound weird to repeat that to myself. I love

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After the announcement that my department was being restructured and my position eliminated, I have been less than motivated to do anything at work. Unfortunately, the universe is not heeding my apathy. And I have been teaching more than I care to. There is something that is happening at work that makes me want to show up. It makes me want to show up and laugh. And I have. I really should

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-79084485638313044652011-01-30T22:51:00.002-05:002011-01-30T23:12:36.664-05:00

Sometimes, I look at my hands and realize that I am old. Not older. Old.I think that no matter what you do to make the rest of you look young, your hands will always show your age. Or at the very least, your hands will show how much you've been through. And nothing you do, except wear gloves, can hide that fact.My hands are very vascular. That's a fancy word for saying that my hands are very

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-24598069009561404212011-01-15T00:29:00.001-05:002011-01-15T00:35:58.127-05:00

Is there anything better than going to the register to pay for a pair of jeans that make you look really good and having to pay only half of what the tagged price states? I don't think there is. Later.

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It's not a big secret that I have been wanting out of my job for a while now. I've been bitching and moaning about it. I've even started looking for some new employment. But I haven't really looked that hard. Or as hard as I could probably look. I believe that everything happens for a reason. I also believe that if you put it out there, the universe gives it back.Yesterday, I got it back.I

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-39662987793679188252010-12-16T19:36:00.003-05:002010-12-16T19:53:04.209-05:00

Dear fellow gym-goer,Actually, this letter isn't really for all of you. Just the guys who feel so comfortable using the locker room to change and shower after a workout. Okay? The rest of you can go back to your usual routine. Thanks for reading though.So, back to those of you still here. I am very glad that you have found the confidence to use the shower facilities. I am glad that you are

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I hate tradition. I really do. I don't get it. Why do you bother doing something just because a date dictates so? Sounds very "confining".For example, Thanksgiving. Why do people go home since, for the most part, people find their families not the best to hang around during these times. We had 3 people over for dinner. We kept laughing the entire time. I had a wonderful night.I didn't

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I have a guilty pleasure. I really would not call it a pleasure because there are times when I can't get through one session of it. Actually, I should say, one episode of it. It is the A-List: New York on Logo.I'm not embarrassed to say that I watch it. I am a bit embarrassed that I can't really get through it. That I have to watch reruns to complete an episode. But hey, things could be

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Recently, something that has not entered my head in a long time, entered.I still don't believe in God. Or religion. I don't think that there is a greater power out there guiding us. I think people have such little faith in themselves that they have created this farce called "fate". In truth, the only thing that fate has created rhymes with it, hate. I always find it interesting when people

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I just don't get some things. I just don't understand tradition. I don't understand people's attachment to doing the same thing handed down through generations. And why there is very little evolving. I know it's probably because my parents were never one for tradition. I love them most for that.I think that even if I were heterosexual, I would not follow what is considered the "norm".

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-1930434700348503822010-09-25T21:59:00.002-04:002010-09-25T22:08:17.159-04:00

It always amazes me how I equate music to my past. I'm listening to a dance mix of Pat Benetar's We Belong. And it brings back memories.Memories of going out to the Roxy one Gay Pride weekend with my best friend Kelsie. As is not-so-usual, we went early to beat the crowd. We got there at the very last possible minute to not stand in the regular line. They let a bunch of special ticket

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-39111623131303822010-09-23T00:09:00.002-04:002010-09-23T00:24:14.432-04:00

Here's what I find very sad about the world. I live and work in what is a very progressive city. I also work for what most people consider a progressive company. But in the need to expand faster than one can think, they have diluted what they are. So, we hire anyone and everyone. As long as you can get past two interviews and a background check, you're in.That's not sad to me. What's sad is

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-68940263352303298012010-09-13T21:51:00.003-04:002010-09-13T21:58:28.251-04:00

I am getting bored with some of the company I keep. And some of that company, I don't even keep that close. It's not that I find them boring. I just find them... well... mundane. I have enough of a good time with them around. Truth is. I actually like them. But their behavior is becoming repetitive and predictable. Not to say that mine is not. But I just think that after a bit of

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Does it really matter? And if it does, who does it matter to?If my female neighbor is being abused by here husband, is it my business? Is it my business because I hear her being beaten up? What if I don't hear her being beaten up? Is it still my business? And if I never find out, how is that exactly taking away from my life?If my cousin is abusing her kid, is it my business? If every time I

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I'm not often out of control of how I feel. I tend to understand why I feel a certain way. I tend to understand where my feelings come from. I don't always like them. But I deal with them. But two things are throwing me off right now. Two things I can identify but won't put down in writing.I will own up to one of them. I will own up that I do have control of one. I am choosing not to deal

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-20938787939169390852010-08-10T21:16:00.002-04:002010-08-10T21:35:11.458-04:00

I follow quite a few soap operas. Both domestic and international. Mostly because they involve a gay couple of some sort. Most of these story lines involve either some conflict about coming out or about a heterosexual finding out they are attracted to someone of the same sex. Which involves some conflict about coming out.The meat of the stories always revolve around said conflict with the

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Sometimes, I get very sad. I'm not at all a sad person. I actually love smiling and having a good time. I am mostly in a good mood. But, I do have my days. Days of sadness.Days when I question everything I have.Or everything I don't.I love that I have a lot. I do. But then the grass is always greener. So, yesterday, and today, I am sad. Just sad. It comes from several places. Mostly work

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-22789907561642685292010-06-26T23:28:00.002-04:002010-06-26T23:37:30.697-04:00

About 15 years ago, I moved into my studio apartment in Chelsea. This was the start of what was to become one of the most amazing times in my life.Like anything that defines a moment, it was truly a coming together of various things. I was making some decent money. I was in one of the best shapes of my life. I was in my mid-twenties. I was beginning to discover myself. I remember thinking

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I am surrounded by a lot of people who are unhappy in their relationship. I have no words to describe how I feel but I am a bit scared that I have the most stable relationship of all the people around me. Or is it?So, what makes me think my relationship is, well, functional? Let's see: we have our fights but they are outweighed by our laughs. We talk about things more often than not. We

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-23777139139470281962010-06-16T09:05:00.004-04:002010-06-16T09:11:15.912-04:00

Can someone please tell me why? Why is it that after you are done working out and showering, you leave your towels strewn on the bench or hanging on an open locker door? Seriously?There's a bin for used towels about two steps away. Just walk over and put it in. Better yet, since most of you are straight, practice your foul shot. And while we are on the subject, when you are done with your

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I sometimes get asked about relationships. Actually, I always get asked how I maintain my relationship. I give them some routine answer about communicating and being honest. But the truth is there is no real answer to the question of how to maintain a relationship. With anyone. There are always two personalities involved and the older the person gets the less it is likely to change. And no

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-50971924255761008482010-05-20T09:53:00.002-04:002010-05-20T09:56:35.245-04:00

I'm a big fan of Glee.As a matter of fact, I proudly call myself a Gleek. I love that show. It's fun and farcical. It's a great escape from the daily toil we call life.But here's what I don't understand: why do some people analyze the crap out of it? From the auto-tuned voices to the improbabilities to the holes in the plot? It's not high drama folks. It's fun. Then again, the people who

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It's not often I have back-to-back nice days. So, I relish them when I do have them. This past two days have been quite great. No big plans. Actually, the original plans were thrown out because of some cancellations we did not see coming. But it turned out for the far best. Which makes me realize that it really comes down to us choosing to be happy.I worked Saturday, so my "weekend" didn't

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Change is definitely inevitable. But, unlike many, I embrace change. I love change. I actually feel that it's time some changes were made in my life. There's a lot to like about what I have but there's always room for change.First change: I just got an iPhone. I actually needed a new phone. I still had a flip phone. A few weeks ago, I pulled it out of my pocket to make a call. Someone at

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When I joined Facebook, I was in a weird place. I had been reflecting on my adolescence. My middle/high school life was one I particularly found empty. I felt it was a piece of what I considered a great life that was empty. Or just void. A time that felt wasted. As if my puzzle was missing a piece and I didn't know how to complete it.At the same time, I reflected on who was actually nice to

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-46191179169847885862010-04-18T09:04:00.002-04:002010-04-18T09:10:14.493-04:00

Here's a sure sign that you are getting older: you develop allergies. And they rule your day.What a friggin' pain! I am trying not to stop functioning but I have my moments where I want to curl up into a ball and just stay still. And this is on a subway. Ich.Anyhoo... New York City weather has turned for the better. It's still a bit chilly out there but definitely better. So much better

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Sometimes, I get melancholy. I log onto YouTube. And listen to sad songs. I just do. I also pretend to be able to belt out some of the really high notes.I am generally a happy person. Ok, I complain my share. But for the most part, I am happy. But I do get melancholy.There's something about a sad song that just gets to me. I'm still not sure if I understand why. Am I melancholy? Am I

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-14665983751867737252010-04-07T23:28:00.002-04:002010-04-07T23:43:25.934-04:00

I hate when people say stupid things like, "Well, she's a girl that's why she's so emotional." As if males are not meant to be emotional. Or when people make statements like, "It's just who they are." As if that makes it better.And it's even worse when someone says, "It's not like doing anything will change it." As if any action is futile or useless.Sometimes, I wish we would all just realize

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-65658184071361253672010-03-29T18:26:00.002-04:002010-03-29T18:35:16.758-04:00

Sometimes you just have to read the writing on the wall. It's been almost six years and I think it's time again. I won't say what I am referring to but most people would be able to guess what I am talking about. Actually, most people who know me will definitely know what I am talking about. I wonder what it is for people like me. People who refuse to cope with bull. We often hear of folks

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-17564185333717156092010-03-13T22:58:00.002-05:002010-03-13T23:14:38.965-05:00

There are many things I don't understand about mankind. But today, I am going to focus on one thing. How does one grow up and never learn how to cook anything? But first let me clarify some things.Following directions on the back of a box of instant food does not constitute cooking to me. It just means that you know how to follow directions. Bringing home food from the Prepared Foods counter

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-70243805354553746212010-03-08T23:46:00.003-05:002010-03-09T00:05:20.114-05:00

I got back from New Zealand this past Saturday. I didn't want to come back. I am going to return. Especially since I left two t-shirts, 2 pairs of socks, and 4 briefs in the last hotel we stayed in. I sent them an email asking them if they found them. :)I suggest everyone visit New Zealand before they die. It's just wonderfully gorgeous. We had a blast and came home so relaxed.We met some

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-83899218392848323102010-02-20T22:00:00.003-05:002010-02-20T22:11:26.175-05:00

Let's say you are a customer at a store. And you witness another being an asshole to an employee. And it's is more than obvious that the employee is going out of their way to get the asshole what they need. But they continue to berate and talk down to the employee. Do you step in and ask them to stop? Do you tell them that what an ass they are being? Or do you just walk away?I tell them

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-52019210684259221562010-02-18T08:46:00.001-05:002010-02-18T08:53:54.217-05:00

Let me first say that as a former fitness instructor, my goal was to wear clothing that allowed my students to view my exercise form so that they could mimic proper form while working out. So, what most instructors tend to wear is fitted clothing that exposes the body. Hence, to begin with, I tend to wear as little as possible that allows my body to move freely while giving me the support I

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-35426479465434014062010-01-30T20:11:00.003-05:002010-01-30T20:19:15.672-05:00

I get it. Everyone wants something for cheap. Well, not everybody. There are still those of us who want good quality. And there are still some of us who know that good quality comes with a price. A big one. Not a cheap one. Because, the truth is, like any good business, you sell high quality stuff for big prices even if it cost you nothing to make.So, here is what I don't get. Most people

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-17698290183661992512010-01-16T00:15:00.002-05:002010-01-16T00:46:57.704-05:00

I think I have experienced my first "turning-40" moment. I have been a bit to obsessed with being more fashionable. I'm not sure if it's the fact that there is a new Project Runway. Or that my cousin has launched a fashion blog. But I suddenly feel the need to be more hip.Working for a food retail establishment does not exactly inspire one to dress well. And it doesn't help that I am not

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-53252644016747503442010-01-13T00:23:00.002-05:002010-01-13T00:33:00.237-05:00

On January 11, 2010. At 5:00pm Eastern. I turned 40. It was pretty uneventful. I was actually in the gym working on my biceps. Pretty uneventful considering that 40 years ago at that same time, the bells throughout Lagos, Nigeria rang to indicate the end of the Biafran War. I always like to remind people that my birth signaled the ending of a war. Notice I said nothing about peace.So,

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-7413259848379115182010-01-02T22:31:00.002-05:002010-01-02T22:43:55.252-05:00

It's a new year. It's just another day. Another man-created milestone. But we can't help but put it all behind us. I am fine with putting it all behind me. But last year was a good year that had it downs. But it had many more ups. I don't know if it's the fact that I have chosen to recognize the ups. But I have. So, here are what I am happy about:My partner and his realization that you

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-74996821896945808362009-12-29T23:23:00.002-05:002009-12-29T23:30:23.231-05:00

I'm about to turn 40. This is not a post about fearing that fact. I don't. I actually feel more in control at this age than any other. But that's not what I am here to talk about.I had planned to go to Paris for a week for my 40th birthday. Then it became New Zealand. That was almost a go. But things happen. Not bad things. At all. But it's not in the cards right now. But that's not

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-55787335719359919542009-12-15T22:37:00.002-05:002009-12-15T22:49:57.614-05:00

It's inevitable that you grow older. We don't necessarily grow wiser but whether we accept it or not, we become a lot more introspective. One can hope that with all that thinking, we can look back on our life and acknowledge things that happened.I will admit that high school for me was not the best. In retrospect, I hated it. I can't imagine how horrid it could be nowadays but I guess it all

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-5219369283949820912009-12-07T21:59:00.002-05:002009-12-07T22:06:16.240-05:00

I'm going to say it.It'll make me sound like a geek.Actually... more like a Gleek.This Wednesday is the last episode for the year. And it won't be back until April. I am on the verge of breaking down. Do you understand me Fox. Breaking the fuck down. How the hell am I going to cope?!?!?!Ok. Fine. I'll get the new soundtrack. It'll tide me over for about a month. That puts me into January

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-68527873937009398642009-12-03T22:38:00.002-05:002009-12-03T22:56:23.671-05:00

Just before Spring 2009 hit, I was recovering from a cold. Again. To help speed up recovery, I decided to avoid all dairy. And since I went there, I tacked on a vegan cleanse. As the summer (sorta) came, I realized that I had avoided any animal product period. With a few transgressions here and there, I have consumed predominantly plant product since then. It may be the best decision I have

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-29735748630912097172009-11-17T22:46:00.002-05:002009-11-17T23:04:51.089-05:00

I don't claim to understand everything. I just happen to know a lot. Mostly about things. Nothing overly important. Just things. Things that happen to make my life much easier.I'm not sure if my life is made easier with my knowledge. Or if because I have made my life simpler, I am open to absorbing such knowledge. I firmly believe that you cannot fully be open to learning if you can't let

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-61233139479374069822009-11-12T00:04:00.002-05:002009-11-12T00:09:19.062-05:00

Here's the scenario: you have this really good friend. Someone who are your proud to be friends with. Someone who you talk highly about. Someone who you would do much for. But your really good friend is friends with someone who you find... well, not so interesting. You might even go as far as to say you find this person intolerable. And you are not alone in saying this. Do you find

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-16817328870610631252009-11-10T19:31:00.002-05:002009-11-10T19:43:48.464-05:00

Our society wastes so much time and energy on things that we should not. So, I've taken the liberty of listing what I think is a waste of time and energy and how we should better invest it.Take the money we spend on war and spend it on educating our children properly.Instead of investing time into opposing same-sex marriage, how about using it to teach tolerance and acceptance.Stop hanging out

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-20513665507904246782009-11-03T22:24:00.003-05:002009-11-03T22:34:36.431-05:00

Before I become totally jaded and hateful of this holiday season, let me be the first to say what I am most thankful for this year. I am most thankful for achieving the opportunity to work for someone who values my work. It's not often you work for someone who respects you as a peer, as a friend, and as a person with a valid and valuable opinion when it comes to work and life.I am often asked

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-16136437773641363832009-10-25T23:28:00.002-04:002009-10-25T23:49:33.244-04:00

I've always wondered why people have a cringe when they discover that I hate children and don't believe in God. Actually, I don't believe in any type of higher being. But that's not what this blog posting is about. It's more about how people react to my feelings and beliefs. Because truth is, before I told anyone those two facts, they were fine with me.I hate children. I don't want them.

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-2562594985770314032009-10-17T09:09:00.003-04:002009-10-17T09:24:02.436-04:00

I'm sorry.I'm sorry to my co-workers who I have made fun of because of their poor retail execution. I need to give you a break because you really are some of the best around.I'm sorry to the person who forgot to hand in their paperwork in order to be paid this past Friday. I forgot that part of being responsible was relying extensively on others. I'm sorry to the person who doesn't get promoted

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-62073421680582845292009-10-08T07:04:00.002-04:002009-10-08T07:10:03.373-04:00

I got up this morning thinking that I needed to blog about something. Not sure what I was going to blog about. But I had a feeling I needed to. A bunch of ideas went through my head: should I blog about the different type of coffee I decided to make. Or should I blog about the fact that I am considering going to the gym this early. Or should I blog about how my work day is in constant flux

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-5465576696619294722009-10-01T20:31:00.002-04:002009-10-01T20:41:21.032-04:00

With all the negativity that I tend to spew on this blog, I thought it was time that I wrote about something positive. So, here it is... I LOVE Fox Network's new show Glee!!!I love it! I love it! I love it!Today, I got to thinking why I love it so much. I think people who consider themselves GLEEKs (the name those of us who love the show have adopted) do so because they relate to the

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-2445883811555799112009-09-19T23:57:00.002-04:002009-09-20T00:16:00.572-04:00

I've worked all over Manhattan. And when I say all over, I mean all over. I worked in neighborhoods that were avoided by everyone 10 years ago but are now the "it" section of town. Each neighborhood has its charm. But there is one neighborhood that I think has absolutely none. And unfortunately, I work and live in it.I guess it could have it's charm. But the people who live up here are just

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-67876767849725795812009-09-06T00:07:00.002-04:002009-09-06T00:15:35.908-04:00

Went to the US Open yesterday. Here's some thought:There is nobody better to go to the Open with than Janice.I'm old school. Shut the fuck up during the match. This isn't a basketball game. Stop cheering like it is.Alcohol makes rabid fans UGLY!!!There really isn't a bad seat in Arthur Ashe Stadium. It's big. But you can see almost everything.Bring a pair of binoculars.The side courts are

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-19422325415003567322009-08-27T21:35:00.002-04:002009-08-27T21:42:39.527-04:00

It's been an interesting day. My new store opened today to an enthusiastic crowd. We were busy. Quite busy. Hopefully the numbers match the foot traffic.But the interesting was the fact that we were picketed. Protesters, I tell you. It was exciting. There was even a fight between customer and protester. It was a sight to behold.But it was just dumb. Because they protested for less than

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-27700283430763261372009-08-23T19:49:00.003-04:002009-08-23T20:03:42.487-04:00

Is it possible to fall in love with a soap opera character? Because I have. I may have mentioned before that I am obsessed with a German soap opera called Verbotene Liebe. In said soap, there is a gay couple, Christian and Olli. Outside of Germany, they are referred to as Ollian. They have become such a huge hit on the internet because of one special person adding English subtitles and

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-44086704538158745992009-08-16T21:33:00.002-04:002009-08-16T21:45:02.049-04:00

This weekend, my cousin Martha got married. My entire family attended. People from all over the country and the Philippines came. I attended my partner's grandmother's memorial. I had more fun than I would have if I had attended the wedding.I am trying to figure out why I have such disdain for my extended family. My sister still seems to be able to tolerate them. She says she can't stand

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-47919021509179829952009-08-07T23:21:00.003-04:002009-08-07T23:26:18.668-04:00

One of my biggest frustrations at work is that people want me to be frustrated. The issue is that people equate my calmness with un-productivity. I have just learned to channel my energy in a more productive way. And, for some reason, I have been able to take any difficult situation and use the energy to fix it, rather than become frenetic.So, we're opening a new store. It isn't the first

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-34205447791470518812009-07-28T20:54:00.002-04:002009-07-28T21:01:58.795-04:00

In the current craziness that I call my life, I came home after work today. I skipped the gym because I wanted to go for a power walk in the Park. As I entered the home, I realized that I had to move around some furniture to clear a path for our new couch. I moved all that I needed to and hopped online. I began my usual surfing then realized that, if I were to go for a power walk, I had to do

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-80492061576986906742009-07-27T08:29:00.002-04:002009-07-27T08:36:27.288-04:00

Today starts my last week at my current place of work. I'm not leaving the company. I'm just going to move to a different location. Actually, I am going to be opening our latest one. Opening is a month away but I have lots to plan. I actually have two weeks to plan it all, starting today. But as is always the case, I still have to finish off my duties at my current place.There's something

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-32766185131566239722009-07-21T23:25:00.002-04:002009-07-21T23:29:21.101-04:00

So here's my question tonight? If you're drunk and craving junk food, does eating three soy dogs on whole grain flat bread with mustard & sauerkraut satisfy?It seems to for me. Does that officially make me vegan? Wondering. Drunk wondering but still drunk. Later.

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-53276568092603869592009-07-20T21:45:00.002-04:002009-07-20T21:57:59.998-04:00

When was the last time you heard classics like Unspeakable Joy by Kim English, You Used to Hold me by Ralphi Rosario, Nobody's Supposed to be Here by Deborah Cox, and Stranger in my House by Tamia on the dance floor? Well, for me, it was this past Saturday night. What fun!!! What great company!!! Thanks for coming, Richie.And what else did I hear? Madonna, Britney, Beyonce. Serious

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-46355625800098482392009-07-09T00:09:00.002-04:002009-07-09T00:28:20.616-04:00

As someone who works in the retail industry, I get to witness customer complaints. I often wonder about what these people are like outside of the store. It's said that for every one complaint, 10 more people share the same frustration. So, why is it that the one person who complains has to be such a dick about it. I mean, is your life so empty that you just can't ask to get something fixed

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-47021254837118037512009-07-04T00:30:00.002-04:002009-07-04T00:50:17.797-04:00

I just returned from spending 8 days with my partner's family in South Dakota. Yes, South Dakota. One may not know but South Dakota is the home of Mount Rushmore. And that's probably all I can say about it. It is beautiful country but not to live in. Which makes it even more interesting that my "in-laws" moved there. But, I'm not here to discuss that.Let me just say that eight days with

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-37193451394694821492009-06-19T23:01:00.003-04:002009-06-19T23:11:18.078-04:00

Thanks to my friend U., I am trying out a new gym. Since I am no longer an employee of a gym, I no longer have a complimentary membership. Before I left my employment, I asked if there was any special for ex-employees who were loyal for 15 years. The answer was a resounding NO.So, partly out of spite and partly out of curiosity, I decided to try out a couple of new gyms for the next few weeks.

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-25671347922136522632009-06-16T22:55:00.002-04:002009-06-16T23:08:01.035-04:00

Where does inspiration come from? I wish I knew. There's been little to inspire me lately. Don't get me wrong. I love my life. I could not ask for a better partner. I could not ask for a better family. Friends are wonderful. But there is a serious lack of inspiration. Work certainly does not offer it. I've been feeling like it's been the cause of the drain. I was hoping some changes

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-61011026751710126952009-06-13T23:00:00.002-04:002009-06-13T23:12:29.339-04:00

This summer, I bought a share in a local farm. Every Thursday, I pick up my share of vegetables, which they deliver to Manhattan. This past Thursday, I got my first delivery. I could barely contain myself all day. The people involved could not have been friendlier. And the person in charge was just wonderful.Included in this delivery were a salad mix, some red leaf lettuce, braising greens,

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-26733501858765111862009-06-09T23:03:00.002-04:002009-06-09T23:09:38.364-04:00

Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day. Little timmy wants to play.I've had it with the rain. I would like a week's stretch of just sun. Not heat. Not humidity. Just sun. So that I can go for power walks in the park. I need those walks. They make me feel better. But the combination of the rain and no walking has made me feel down. I've had some fun lately but I would like a moment

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-4170789911496659922009-06-06T06:24:00.002-04:002009-06-06T06:45:48.529-04:00

I've been hesitant to type about it but the time has come. This early in the morning. This Saturday. There is some irony to all of this.On May 30, 2009, I officially taught my last fitness class. It had to happen sometime. So, I am bowing out gracefully. While I still look like I belong in front of a fitness class. I had been wrestling with quitting for a while. Then, a couple of weeks ago

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-68023445597587029232009-05-25T20:14:00.002-04:002009-05-25T20:20:59.295-04:00

Sometimes you have to just say, "Damn the weather forecast. I'm making plans."Hence the fact I was able to do so much fun stuff this weekend. Things like go antique shopping in Brooklyn after lunch at CHARno. 4, shoe shopping with my mom after lunch at Ramen Setagaya, and a picnic brunch in Central Park with family & friends.Plus, the husband and I even went for a power walk after the picnic.

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-63551191833498414302009-05-22T21:37:00.002-04:002009-05-22T21:42:42.990-04:00

This has been a "heavy" week and I am glad it is over. Don't you hate it when about a million things happen and you feel like you have no time to take care of the ones that matter to you most? Well, that was the week. I am glad it is over.Most of all, I am glad my computer is up and running again. Thanks to Janice for working her magic. We caught a phishing bug and could not get out of it.

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-84756691403857643262009-05-16T23:28:00.003-04:002009-05-16T23:37:08.138-04:00

I think I have found something new. I think I may have fallen in love. So much so that I want to find a group who I can share it with all the time. I didn't expect to go to the Southwest and fall head over heels in love. But I did. So, I am going to let it happen. I have fallen in love with hiking.The husband and I spent eight days in the Southwest. We saw Phoenix, the Grand Canyon, and St

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-51517438830196117262009-05-04T22:15:00.002-04:002009-05-04T22:23:46.159-04:00

It's really weird how one perceives themselves. Whether in accomplishments. Or in pictures. In pictures, it's easier to justify how good or poor you feel about yourself. It's always that blemish, that angle, the lighting, the whatever that makes you less than appealing. To yourself. I hate most pictures of myself. Once in a while, I'll see one that I like. It's never a portrait. I have

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-2103261618951249262009-05-01T22:15:00.002-04:002009-05-01T22:28:45.368-04:00

Is it symbolic or am I just spinning it that way?My work week has not been the most fulfilling. It had this gritty feeling to it. So, as I booted my computer down, I decided to force myself to go to the gym to work it all off. For some weird reason, I got on the train and decided to head home. While on the train, I convinced myself to go for a power walk in the park. I thought the rain had

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-4293269643980968812009-04-26T22:52:00.003-04:002009-04-26T23:14:30.746-04:00

I haven't had this much fun in one weekend in a very long time. Oh, don't get me wrong. I've had plenty of fun weekends in the past few years. But this one stands out. Let's see. Well...Friday: Karaoke day at work. As part of thanking our employees, we had karaoke in the conference room starting at noon. I heard it ended at 10:00pm. But I had left by then. I never knew that karaoke

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-31834405548963117962009-04-23T22:56:00.002-04:002009-04-23T23:30:23.186-04:00

The partner and I are in the middle of our week-long-vacations-every-month-until-June tour. We just returned from (almost) a week in North Carolina (for his cousin's wedding) and Savannah (for the hell of it). Let's just say that I have had enough of the South for a while. A very long while.This vacation reminded me of the fishbowl I live in. Where do I start? Well, how about I bullet point

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-73511226144329867722009-04-12T23:28:00.003-04:002009-04-12T23:35:55.915-04:00

Sometimes, I hate going to Broadway musicals. Not because I think they will suck. But because I sit there and think about how I should have been a performer. And today was no different. I went to see Billy Elliott. I laughed. I cried. It was WAY better than Cats.I enjoyed it so much that I want to take tap dancing lessons. I went with a bunch of folks and ended up not sitting next to Mike

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-33429232614082141982009-04-07T00:04:00.002-04:002009-04-07T00:14:24.685-04:00

It just turned midnight and here I am typing this. I have to be up at 5:00am and I am not even mildly sleepy. I have a store function that I have to attend at 6:30am. I plan on getting my breakfast, sitting in the back, and basically be present. Not aware. Just present.I was going to say that I at least get out early but for some reason, I set up an appointment at 4:00pm for a volunteer gig.

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-15370611783121424682009-04-02T22:53:00.002-04:002009-04-02T23:15:20.338-04:00

Like many people out there, work has become... well, work. I had a talk about it with the person I work for. Who I am not currently enamored with. Actually, I used to be a big supporter. Not so much, anymore. It's sad. Sad because I hate when I catch people in a blatant lie. But it's fine. You're just trying to do you. So do you. Just let me do me. Even when I am down. What I really

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-70227086407872389062009-03-30T22:35:00.003-04:002009-03-30T22:47:06.502-04:00

It's hard to believe that only an hour away by plane is a fantastically and gloriously beautiful city that has an amazing amount to offer. A city that has the charm of Europe but the ease of America.I just got back from my Toronto extended weekend. How glorious. It had been 18 years since my last visit. Much has changed. Much for the good. We stayed in a wonderful B&B called A Seaton Dream.

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-3520986232023628032009-03-26T23:40:00.002-04:002009-03-26T23:42:23.969-04:00

I think I am taking this going on vacation a bit to seriously. I have not gotten this drunk in... I don't know how long.I'm off to Toronto for an extended weekend. I love Toronto. I have been a few times. It's so clean. It's so nice. I love Canada in general. They put the USA to shame. I didn't think I would do much but an old friend is there and a cousin. And we are getting together. I

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-480017463176634822009-03-19T23:17:00.002-04:002009-03-19T23:23:40.529-04:00

I wish I could sing like Karen Carpenter. God bless her soul. Talking to myself and feeling old. Sometimes I'd like to quit. Nothing ever seems to fit. Hangin' around. Nothing to do but frown. Rainy days and Mondays always get me down.What I got they used to call the blues. Nothing is really wrong. Feeling like I don't belong. Walking around. Some kind of lonely clown. Rainy days and

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-87804977472032967322009-03-10T23:44:00.002-04:002009-03-11T00:00:33.984-04:00

When I was little, I was obsessed with Wonder Woman. I lived for her live-action show. If I ever met Lynda Carter, I would probably faint. When every one else got Spiderman or Superman underoos, I asked for Wonder Woman ones. I got Batman ones. Boo.My cousins and I often played Superfriends. This consisted of us wrapping towels around our necks and walking around the block. If I didn't get

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-4521625442862091572009-03-01T23:07:00.003-05:002009-03-01T23:23:13.722-05:00

There are days that I sit and wonder why I worry about things. Things like my job. Things like my finances. Things like me. This weekend, I didn't sit and wonder. I roamed around and wondered. This kind of wondering often happens when I happen to have a free weekend without my husband and friends around to distract me. I wonder why I worry about work. Work has not been very pleasant lately

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-18057418268956524442009-02-28T00:00:00.003-05:002009-02-28T00:03:19.077-05:00

I'm never going to get that excessively lean and cut body that all the boys seem to have at my gym. I keep trying but I don't think I am going to ever get there. I exercise 4-5 times a week. I work very hard. I work smartly. My workouts are a mix of cardio and weight lifting. I have gotten stronger. But I don't think I will ever look ripped. Even though I eat quite healthily. Maybe it's

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-84969959502654076552009-02-24T00:26:00.002-05:002009-02-24T00:40:22.211-05:00

I'm ready for New York City to get some spring-like weather. I want to be able to ditch the winter jacket. I am done with it. I want to wear some of my fabulous new clothes. Actually, I want to wear some of my fabulous new clothes with some old stuff I have. Because of my new way of eating, my body has become a bit more accommodating of clothes. I made a pact with my friend Erica today. We

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-88180205857159558852009-02-20T21:43:00.002-05:002009-02-20T21:54:28.050-05:00

I haven't been inspired in a long time. Actually, for a long time, I have felt bleh. Nothing I do seems too exciting. Nothing I see makes me perk up and take note. And certainly, work has not come close to even interesting let alone inspiring. I remember joining my company and being excited and inspired about what I do. But even without this economic pothole, the company I work for is far

timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015959970459109615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784001.post-24768992530986930312009-02-18T01:14:00.003-05:002009-02-18T01:16:49.767-05:00

I think I am about to crossover to the other side. I am going to join a CSA. That's a Community Supported Agriculture farm. The gist of the thing is that you pay a lump sum in advance for weekly deliveries of vegetables. You have to volunteer a few hours to help them; which for me is no big deal. The veggies get delivered starting June and ending December. I think my new name should be Darth

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Recently, a friend of mine commented on how much my diet has changed since he first met me. He remembers when I was on a dairy-free and wheat-free diet. The dairy part has always been easy for me. The wheat was harder because our society's diet consists of mostly wheat product. Think about how much easier it is to get a bagel, muffin, scone, or toast for breakfast. So, right now, my diet

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When you see a friend behaving in a way that you feel he needs to change, do you tell him so?If you see the same pattern of behavior again and again, do you tell him so?And if you get to a point that you no longer want to hear his excuses for continuing the irrational pattern of behavior, do you tell him so?And what point do you no longer accept his excuses, accept his behavior, and tell him that

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I finally got to see Slumdog Millionaire. I had been urged, by many, to see it. My husband saw it twice. And he never sees anything twice. My friend Yolanda makes a routine of walking out of movies she finds stupid; which is most of them. She told me to go see this one. So, I did. Meh.Ok, I didn't hate it. I thought it had its good parts: the way the story is told, the rawness of the

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On December 26, 2008, I happened to be in the City. So, I took advantage of that and went shopping for some new clothes. One of my purchases was two pairs of deeply-discounted corduroy pants. Not just any corduroy pants. Some may know them as skinny pants. I tried them on with trepidation. But I fit into them. On top of that, I fit into them after a big meal. So, without some buyer's

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It's no secret that I love my dentist. I recommend her all the time. I actually look forward to the dentist. So much so that people have mentioned that maybe, just maybe, I purposely do things to my teeth to warrant a visit.But after today's procedure. I think I can safely say that I won't mind being away from the dentist for a bit. No matter what they say, seven shots of anesthetic is crazy

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When I lived by myself, in my Chelsea studio, I didn't have at television. I lived for 5 years without a TV. I spent my time listening to music. Lots and lots of music. And this was before you easily downloaded music off the web. I think I need to go back.A lot of the ways I feel seem to be attached to certain songs. Not necessarily a specific person (with certain exceptions) or a specific

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Sometimes I wonder if I am the only person who wastes hours on YouTube listening to old music. I spend at least 3 hours a day listening to music on YouTube. Most of it is freestyle. Or 80's. Or obscure new age stuff. It is amazing that I can find this stuff on there. It is more amazing that I spend so much time doing it. Honestly, it has replace network TV for me. Scary. Later.

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As of 5:00pm Eastern time, I completed my 39th year of existence. As previously mentioned, I got a delicious cake. There's still a little less than half of it in the fridge. It should be gone in a couple of days. The rest of it was eaten by a several friends who came over for brunch. Even my old partner-in-NYC-crime came for my birthday. This may have been the happiest I have been in a

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I hate Marc Jacobs.There. I said it. I don't hate him because he has molded himself into a very sexy man. I don't hate him because he can design some fantastic clothing. I don't hate him because he is Marc Jacobs.I hate him because I can actually afford some of his clothing AND I love the design BUT I can't get my shoulder into even his XL sizes. What the fuck? I am a size 40-42 coat and I

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In my wallet, I carry an old photo I.D. It was my old gym I.D. circa 2000. I carry it to remind me how skinny I used to be. Once in a while, I whip it out and contemplate doing crystal meth again. Not that I condone the use of methamphetamine. But it does get me to as small as a size 4... women's... petite. Good times, good times.I have realized that ever year, as my birthday approaches, I

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