Divine Intervention?

Peace everyone.

Divine intervention is an amazing thing. People don't really understand it, present company included.

This morning, the SO and I were on our way to see the Man upstairs. We were walking to the truck looking clean! I was doing it big in a nice sweater and skirt with knee boots, and he was holding it down in a pinstripe suit, suspenders (I'm a sucker for a man in suspenders), and the Aldos to tie it all together. My phone vibrates letting me know I have a new voicemail. I check my messages to find out that I been called into work for a few hours. No big deal; except that I had to be in at 12:30. Smack dead in the middle of when I would be getting my hallelujah-thank you Jesus on. I was disappointed; I enjoy attending Sunday services. My schedule during the week is crazy, and I'm unable to attend services during the week. I'm also traveling a little more for work which takes away from regular attendance sometimes. On the bright side, I got to hold onto the money I was going to give away in church...divine intervention? Hey, it got me breakfast this morning, and I had some change left over. I'm not complaining.

What troubled me most is that one of my coworkers was irresponsible and just didn't come to work. So instead of one person working, 3 people have to come in over the course of an 8 hour day to make up for his absence. Everyone who came in had other things going on, and had to make schedule adjustments. And, to top it all off, he's a brother. There are only 2 of us that represent our side of the demographic here. He's not making it easy to dispel some of the stereotypes that our friends on the other side already have about us. I understand that he just got out of college, and he still might want to party like a rock star. That's fine; hell, I like to get my rock star on too. But not at the expense of my job. At what point do you grow up and take responsibility for your actions? I see some divine intervention in his future...perhaps not the kind he may want, but the kind he may need. Sometimes, life lessons come harder than we would like. He now faces the option of being reprimanded and not considered for future opportunities to advance. On the other hand, because of the leadership, flexibility, and manner in which myself and my coworker approached this situation, we are being looked at with more maturity, as strong leaders, and implementers in the game. That's very important when being looked at for promotions and other growth opportunities. Could be some good things in my future as a result this small inccident.

Thank the Creator for small favors...

A Little Something...

Sometimes, the best moments spent with your SO are not out in public, all dressed up, smelling good. Often they are spent at home; very informal. I'm talking wife beater/sweat pants/doo-rag type ish. No TV, no phone...just good conversation with each other. Its these moments, when your guard may completely be let down, and you find comfort in just being ...

Just a little data for yo' scatta plot.

Making love to the mind...intellectual stimulation.

Yeah, I'm addicted.

To Freak, or Not to Freak

Peace everyone.

I'm a hopeless romantic.

It's one of my many addictions (hence the name).

I think the idea of romance is beautiful. Flowers, candles, music, being swept off your feet, all that. I'm a sucker for it. I love happy endings, and if you really want to trap me, pay me a compliment. Better yet, pay me a few. I might just be putty in your hands. I really love hearing I'm beautiful, or sexy, or that I do it for you. Not that I'm stuck on myself (cuz I'm really not), but I do enjoy such things. It's all part of the romance.

I love to watch people be affectionate in public; sneaking kisses, holding hands, to see people in love. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

I know, I know. I'm a loser.

As I mature, and become more comfortable with my sexuality, I have learned that there is fine line between romance and sex. I've also come to understand that men and women have very different views on this topic. (Supposedly)Women need to be romanced in order to want sex. Men need sex in order to express their romantic side. Mars and Venus at its best.

Sex. It's the way you physically express love for another person (at least that's what they tell us). My zodiac sign is Scorpio, which is basically the lay term for "freak". I wish I could describe the looks I've received when men find out I'm a Scorpion. Their faces light up like Christmas trees. I'll put myself on blast and say that I have the potential makings of a freak. But, this Scorpio would sometimes rather have the romance then the sex.

What's wrong with me? Am I a freak for not being a freak? Don't get me wrong; sex can be wonderful. It's the greatest expression of love for someone else (or so they say). A good orgasm never hurt anyone. Maybe it's in my upbringing. Sex wasn't openly talked about in my family, but having respect for self was. I was taught to be a lady, and ladies don't do such things...or do they?

I've never heard any of the women in my family speak openly about sex. But they swoon over any guy that opens doors, pulls out chairs, and can speak in complete sentences. I call that the "representative"; you know, what you want people to see. Because behind closed doors...

Ludacris says "we want a lady in the streets, but a freak in the bed."

Is the freak becoming the new romantic?

Very interested in your comments.


~The Addict~

What?

So this morning, I get to work. My day is going fine; no one is really saying much. Everyone is just coming and going as they please, which suits me just fine. I'm enjoying not being bothered when the phone rings. I answer, and on the other end of the phone is this strained, hoarse voice. " Um....Hi, this is _______ (all names have been removed to protect the innocent)." I say, "Yes, how can I help you?" The distressed voice says, " I'm really..OWWW... in a lot of pain right now...it hurts when I move my neck, and back, or when I turn over...I didn't know who else to call, so I called you. What should I do?" WTF? You're in pain and you call they gym and not a doctor?

Pause.

OK folks, let me rewind and give you some history. I'm employed at a corporate fitness center for a major sports network. The employees that work here definitely respect us as health & fitness professionals and often come to us with "out of the box" issues. Often, my coworkers and I look at each other and laugh; people clearly think we're geniuses! While that's not a bad thought, sometimes, they fail to realize that we can't do everything. What made this person think that I could give sound advice when thy clearly should have sought a medical professional is beyond me. I can see it now...I give advice, then something goes wrong and then I'm out of job for trying to help. Hell no. I wanted to say to her "Who do you think I am? What do you think I can do for you? And if you're in that much pain, why are you calling the gym, and not 911?" Nonetheless, I advised them to seek medical attention, hung up the phone, and laughed. A laugh in the morning never hurt anyone right?