This past week has been one to remember and one to count your blessings. First right here on the east coast we had the earthquake(see previous blog) and this weekend we had the hurricane Irene. She came in like gangbusters on Saturday and did not let up one little bit until she was ready to leave which was the next day. Talking about a woman scorned. Between these two occurrences there were some lives lost, homes and cars were damaged and people living without power including myself. But thank God mine was restored in seven hrs.
That is why I think that it is so important to live life doing what fulfills you and bring you joy. Very recently right before this weather stuff happened I had the opportunity to do something that I like to do during the summer and that is go to different festivals. Because we have had such a tremendously hot summer I could not get to as many as I usually would. But when these two came around I made a point to go and also the fact the weather was nice. The first on was The International World Festival here in Baltimore where for free I got to see concert featuring Third World, and singer Ledisi, both acts did there thing greatly. I also visited some of the many exhibits that were set up, I got to see and hang out with some friends that I had not seen for awhile, and I had me good ole Maryland crab cake. I also ran into my hair stylist who was definitely enjoying herself.
I took a friend with me and we had our chairs and sat under the moonlight and just chilled out and got our groove on. The next week I went to the Fiore Wine,Arts. and Jazz Festival. It was in Pylesville,Maryland (talking about getting lost several times...damn). That day was also good weather day, my son Jerome and a friend of his went along. When we finally got there we paid our fee (this was not free) it was seventeen dollars at the door thirteen in advance. We received our take home wineglasses that you get so that you can sample as many wines as you like. Well of course we started sampling right away, the atmos
Monday, August 29, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Shake Rattle Roll
I just experienced my very first earthquake. Here on the east coast we don't get those type of natural disasters. It was a 5.9 and it was felt from Virginia to New York and beyond. Fortunately no one was hurt, at least that we know of. It happened about two hours ago, and I was sitting on my bed sorting out laundry, when my closet doors started to shake. I thought OMG something is in my closet and trying to get out. I was literally frozen in fear. Just as I was about to call for my son everything started to shake. We were in the middle of an earthquake. I could not believe it, the phone calls started coming in everybody asking "did you feel that." All of the major television stations are on broadcasting and letting us know what is going on. I am still awestruck and I am trying to get in touch with a few friends, certain cell phone companies are down so I am doing a lot of emailing. But all I can say is WOW!!!
dreaD
dreaD
Monday, August 15, 2011
What The Hell!
For the last I will not say how many years I have been in a self imposed relationship exile. All I wanted was friends with benefits, no strings, everything light, nothing heavy. It was something necessary that I had to do. Well after doing me for an extended period of time I am ready to share my life long term. But it has not been as easy as all that, I seem to be a man repellent. True I have been out of the game for a long time...but damn!!! I feel like a neanderthal.
The men look and they smile, and some even speak and I do the same in return but that is as far as it has gotten. One man took a look at me and ran. No I am not an ugly woman with three heads and an eye in the middle of my forehead, so I am saying ...what the hell!!! Anyway after giving it some very long thought I decided to join an on-line dating site, and to give my self a better chance with things I have decided to broaden my horizons, so it is an interracial site. I posted my profile and a nice picture, and the hits have been coming in, so much so that I have been picked as a favorite. I have corresponded with men of all different races and cultures, and some seem very amusing and refreshing but still I have not made a connection. And that is understandable these things take time and I realize that I may never find my Mr. Wonderful on this site or any other (I am not joining another).
Last week while on the phone talking to one of my sister friends, and we were talking about one of our favorite topics (guess?)...men and how finding one of substance seems to be a fairytale, and that in my case my breast and my lips are still taking center stage. My twenty seven year old son over heard this and said "Ma you have to bring your sexy back." "What???" I said "Yeah ma, I have noticed that you have become some what prudish, and very Gloria Steinum." He told that I need to chill and pull out the femme fatale and accept and appreciate the compliments and be glad that men still see a need to give them to me. He also said that the most attractive thing in the world is being with a woman who understands the dynamics of a man. Well out of the mouths of babes.
Men are visual, this is something that I have known forever, but like a lot of women , refuse to accept it. You see as I have gotten older I figured that there is more to me than just my breast and my lips, and that a man of substance is going to be looking at my inner more than my outer (foolish me). The young man is right, a man of substance is just as visual as a man who is a piece of crap, their just different in character. Bottom line a man is a man.
Since that conversation, I have done some tweaking and I have toned some things down a bit and become more approachable and I must say I do see a difference. Not only have I gotten long stares and smiles but I have been approached. I have not made the connection that I am looking for yet, but it is a start. Thanks Jerome! this is one conversation that I am glad you overheard. Till next time.
drea D
The men look and they smile, and some even speak and I do the same in return but that is as far as it has gotten. One man took a look at me and ran. No I am not an ugly woman with three heads and an eye in the middle of my forehead, so I am saying ...what the hell!!! Anyway after giving it some very long thought I decided to join an on-line dating site, and to give my self a better chance with things I have decided to broaden my horizons, so it is an interracial site. I posted my profile and a nice picture, and the hits have been coming in, so much so that I have been picked as a favorite. I have corresponded with men of all different races and cultures, and some seem very amusing and refreshing but still I have not made a connection. And that is understandable these things take time and I realize that I may never find my Mr. Wonderful on this site or any other (I am not joining another).
Last week while on the phone talking to one of my sister friends, and we were talking about one of our favorite topics (guess?)...men and how finding one of substance seems to be a fairytale, and that in my case my breast and my lips are still taking center stage. My twenty seven year old son over heard this and said "Ma you have to bring your sexy back." "What???" I said "Yeah ma, I have noticed that you have become some what prudish, and very Gloria Steinum." He told that I need to chill and pull out the femme fatale and accept and appreciate the compliments and be glad that men still see a need to give them to me. He also said that the most attractive thing in the world is being with a woman who understands the dynamics of a man. Well out of the mouths of babes.
Men are visual, this is something that I have known forever, but like a lot of women , refuse to accept it. You see as I have gotten older I figured that there is more to me than just my breast and my lips, and that a man of substance is going to be looking at my inner more than my outer (foolish me). The young man is right, a man of substance is just as visual as a man who is a piece of crap, their just different in character. Bottom line a man is a man.
Since that conversation, I have done some tweaking and I have toned some things down a bit and become more approachable and I must say I do see a difference. Not only have I gotten long stares and smiles but I have been approached. I have not made the connection that I am looking for yet, but it is a start. Thanks Jerome! this is one conversation that I am glad you overheard. Till next time.
drea D
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