You're my kindred spirit, my diamond in the rough.
The breath my body craves, my friend when times are tough.
The laughter in my voice, the smile on my face.
You're the one that brings me, to this happy place.
You're fingers wipe the tears, that sometimes seem to fall.
No matter what your doing, you always take my call.
You're the light in my darkness, the shadow in my day.
You're the hand that holds me close,in many loving ways.
You're my kindred spirit, the one that fills my soul.
You're my kindred spirit, the one that makes me whole.

The Diet Challenge

So my sister, 2 of our friends and I are taking the big challenge. The biggest loser will win $400 to go buy new clothes. Well the 1st week I lost 9 lbs., I'm not sure how much I lost this week, but my clothes actually fit differently. LORD I hope that means I'm losing some more weight, because lord knows I want a big ole bowl of pasta, or mashed potatoes. I am hanging in there, hopefully I will win because I want some new shoes. LOL

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.