Dating or lack thereof

My friends tell me to get over this guy that I was into @ work, and move on.
The thing is, where do I go? I mean, my bags are packed, and I am so ready to MOVE, I just don't have a lease to sign.
So let's talk dating sites. My sister thinks that I need to sign up for E Harmony. I was on a dating site before, but it was a free site, and I met some real losers. I'm wary about dating sites. I know that they are more and more popular, but are they really acceptable? I have never been married, but I am ready yo meet "the one". How do people meet each other these days?

Reflections

When I look into the mirror
Is it a true reflection I see?
Or is it someone else,
Just playing the part of me?
At times I see a young girl
Full of vigor, her entire life left;
Yet other times I see a frail woman,
On the verge of death.
Back and forth, in and out
Through the barriers of time
My so called “self” the only reflection
And reality? I can not find it.

The life I lead a fabrication
Reality banished to a dark & endless void
Seeming never to be released….
And speak of a life well enjoyed,
The lies and distortions are allowed to bathe in the light….

As opposite as black and white; lies and truths
Long days and lonely nights.
So when I look in a mirror is it a TRUE reflection I see?
Or is it just someone else playing the part of me?

Can we talk?

So I work in a call center where we deal with bank representatives. All day long I talk to these people. Basically when you think of someone that works in a bank, you might assume that they are intelligent. Seriously, wouldn't you hope that someone who deals with your money has some semblance of intelligence, or common sense? You'd hope it would be both. However when some of them call in for assistance I wonder sometimes how they managed to get dressed by themselves in the morning.

How do you expect me to access an account for you, if you do not have the account number for me? Why are you calling me, if you do not have what you need? You know that I am going to ask for the account number, yet time after time, they act surprised. Like I'm some kind of psychic who can sense what account we are dealing with. How about if they want to cancel an order they placed, and I advise them that we can't see it in our system, and they ask me if I canceled it. Didn't I just say that I couldn't see the order? Well how can I cancel something that I cannot see?

O.K., so lets move from the bank reps to John Q. Public. Have you ever seen those women (I use the term lightly) who are pulling on their skirts, or shorts, or tops? Well I want to ask them why they wore the damn short skirt, that shows their ass, yet keep pulling it down, so that no one can see their ass. They KNOW that it is short, they know that it is going to be revealing, so stop pulling on it, it wont grow. Trust me!! O.K. so what happened to manners? Have you ever been walking down the aisle in a store and someone bumps into and keeps walking without saying a word? Or someone cuts in front of you in line at the gas station? Tailgaters, man I love to go tap tap tap on my break when another car is trying to make babies w/ mine. What is it about people today that they do not care if they are rude?
I think that is enough complaining for one day. Truly I just needed to vent.

Look At Me

Look at me not thru me,
See me for who I really am
I am a mother, a daughter
A sister and a friend.

This body is just a vessel
Taking me thru life’s adventures
I am more that just the clothes I wear,
And the hair on top of my head.

Look at me not thru me,
Tell me what you see.

I am not your doormat, or your whore,
Your maid, nor your cook.
If you cannot see me for who I am
You need to take a closer look.

There is a soul inside this shell,
A being that is broken and hurt,
Living in her own private hell.

Look at me not thru me,
See me for who I really am
I am a mother, a daughter
A sister, and a friend.

The Fight

This is from my angry period.
Sitting alone in my room at night….
Wondering if I am alone in this fight.
It is the fight for survival
Only the fittest will win,
The rest of us will sit alone
Waiting for our lives to end.

We are brainwashed by society
To try to alter who we are
Change yourself to please another
And victory is not that far.

Flipping the pages of a magazine
Seeing the beautiful people,
Makes me want to scream.

People are too concerned
With burning and being burned,
They don’t care about who we truly are
Only that you look good,
and drive a fancy car.

There are those of us who have a lot to offer,
Like warmth, compassion, and the ability to share.
And we too would be victors of the fight
If only about the material things
We as society did not care.

Star Wars Chicks

This is a great web site. I like to peruse it every now and then. The following is a link to my absolute favorite article. It is called "Everything a Chick Needs to Know She Can Learn From Star Wars" http://www.starwarschicks.com/humor/EverythingAChick.shtml
Here are a few of my favorite adages:
* Be careful who you kiss -- you never know when they could turn out to be your brother
*Always have a new outfit for every occasion
*Remember: You're a princess. You're brother is only a farmer
*You can out-shoot and out-maneuver any man you know in the Rebellion that you lead...but be sure to scream and run when you see a Mynock
*Just because a man is frozen in carbonite doesn't mean he isn't sexy

So yeah, I'm all about Star Wars. I am nerd, I can admit that. My favorite character from Episodes 1-3 is Qui-Gon Jin. And from 4-6, who can deny Han Solo's charm, and swagger? I am raising a Lil Star Wars nerd. He is all about Darth Vader. I think that most boys his age, like the Vader. He has about 4 light sabers, the Darth Vader mask, and bank. He plays his guitar, and puts the mask on and sings "Luke, I am your father" "Impressive, most Impressive, but you are not a Jedi yet". So if you want to hear one of the best parodys by Weird Al, go here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-gi4Nt_xxg&feature=related
Anyway, that is about all I have to say right now. Perhaps tomorrow I will wax poetic, in other words, I will post a poem perhaps.

My First Time

So, I have a friend that I work with, who blogs here. Is that a proper word? Blogs? Well anyway, Im not really sure how this works. He said you just kinda write what you are thinking about. So right now I'm thinking about a Sonic Rt. 44 Tea, but I dont think that is what he meant. I think that this is going to be a slow going process. I mean, who am I to just blurt out how I feel about the war, gas prices, health care reform? Does anyone REALLY care about what I have to say? Or will I just be adding more garbage?