It may come as a shock to many of you as I say this, but I am a romantic at heart. A single red rose can bring a tear to my eye. I love dancing in the moonlight. Nothing in the world beats kissing in the rain, and any guy who serenades me with "Can't take my eyes off of you," I will be his forever. But, sadly there isn't much of that going on these days, Romance that is.
For most women a bouquet of flowers is hard to come by and you're lucky if you find a guy who knows how to slow dance. And although guys will make fun of us girls forever for loving chick flicks sometimes all we want is a little romance. I mean seriously, we don't watch them for the plot lines...ok some people do, but overall we love those adorable acts of romantic bliss strategically placed throughout the movie. Now don't get me wrong, I realize that I'm not going to hire a male escort to come to my sister's wedding with me and magically fall in love with him, (If you don't get this reference you NEED to watch The Wedding Date.) that's just not how the world works. But, you have to admit that guy had moves!
What I'm trying to get at with this is mainly a message to the guys. Something you need to realize is that its not what you buy us, its how you treat us. I'm not the type of girl that needs to be shower with gifts, but Romance is really very simple. A moonlit walk in the park, (On campus works too.) going to the beach and turning on some music and dancing, a little homemade card just to say how special we are. See? A little imagination and you're set. The simplest little things mean so much to us, and you know that if you show a little love, we'll show it back.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Get off of my fucking Band Wagon
About 2 weeks ago the Boston Bruins officially joined the race for the Stanley Cup. Being a fan all my life I was so excited that my hockey boys were finally doing well again. I was pumped when it was announced that on April 15th the Bruins would be in game 4 of a 7 game series verses the Canadians and the game would be played in Boston. The best part is that I had nothing to do that night! So, about an hour after the tickets went on sale I jumped online to order my tickets. I figured that I'd end up spending about $30 on my ticket after purchasing fees and such. To my surprise there were no $30 tickets left. In fact the cheapest ticket I could find was $101!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! What the hell! No one likes hockey!
Its happening now, its happened before, and it'll happen again. Do you know why? Because everyone loves a winner. When a team starts winning everyone wants to be around for the BIG WIN. And to all those people that don't pay attention to sports until the local team starts to win all I have to say is, Get off of my fucking Band Wagon! Seriously, I don't want you here! You're not a true fan, you just love a good win. And while I do too, for me what makes the win even better is all the times that we didn't win.
Why is it that NOW you want to go to all the games and NOW you want the autographs, and NOW you need to buy the t-shirts and the hats? You're not a real fan. A real fan sticks by the team through thick and thin. When you get shit for being a fan and at the end of the day you're still a fan. That's the test. Its all about the dedication you put into the team that makes winning all the more sweet.
The ultimate true fan in my eyes is my grandfather. He was a huge Red Sox fan. He grew up down the street from Fenway Park and was a complete die hard. I remember one summer when I was about 12 years old he picked me up from camp. He was sporting a Red Sox hat and jersey. One of the mothers that was there picking up her son said to him, "Wow, you've got to be crazy to wear that shirt." And I don't think I'll ever forget his response. He looked her straight in the eye and said, "Miss I am a fan. I'm always going to be a fan. It doesn't matter if we win or lose. All the looses are just building up to one big win and when that win comes, it's going to be the best win this team has ever seen." 3 years later he ended up having a heart attack and he died. He never saw his big win, but I take those words with me to my teams.
They say that the waiting is the hardest part, but the faithful are rewarded in the end. So to all you Band Wagon jumping mother fuckers you piss me off! Get your shit straight and love the team before they win.
P.S. - Fuck all of you that have Bruins tickets.
Its happening now, its happened before, and it'll happen again. Do you know why? Because everyone loves a winner. When a team starts winning everyone wants to be around for the BIG WIN. And to all those people that don't pay attention to sports until the local team starts to win all I have to say is, Get off of my fucking Band Wagon! Seriously, I don't want you here! You're not a true fan, you just love a good win. And while I do too, for me what makes the win even better is all the times that we didn't win.
Why is it that NOW you want to go to all the games and NOW you want the autographs, and NOW you need to buy the t-shirts and the hats? You're not a real fan. A real fan sticks by the team through thick and thin. When you get shit for being a fan and at the end of the day you're still a fan. That's the test. Its all about the dedication you put into the team that makes winning all the more sweet.
The ultimate true fan in my eyes is my grandfather. He was a huge Red Sox fan. He grew up down the street from Fenway Park and was a complete die hard. I remember one summer when I was about 12 years old he picked me up from camp. He was sporting a Red Sox hat and jersey. One of the mothers that was there picking up her son said to him, "Wow, you've got to be crazy to wear that shirt." And I don't think I'll ever forget his response. He looked her straight in the eye and said, "Miss I am a fan. I'm always going to be a fan. It doesn't matter if we win or lose. All the looses are just building up to one big win and when that win comes, it's going to be the best win this team has ever seen." 3 years later he ended up having a heart attack and he died. He never saw his big win, but I take those words with me to my teams.
They say that the waiting is the hardest part, but the faithful are rewarded in the end. So to all you Band Wagon jumping mother fuckers you piss me off! Get your shit straight and love the team before they win.
P.S. - Fuck all of you that have Bruins tickets.
Babies! Babies EVERYWHERE!
In the past few weeks it has come to my attention that there are babies EVERYWHERE. I know, I know there are always babies around. I just don't usually notice them. And, NO I'm not noticing them now because I think I'm pregnant or something like that, so get that out of your minds right fucking now!
Its just that lately, more than ever, I've seen/been in contact/around more babies than ever before. One thing you need to realize, if you haven't already, is that I'm not your average girl. I'm not really into the color pink, I don't give a shit if I break a nail, and babies aren't really my thing. I didn't babysit when I was younger and I've never changed a diaper. The following story is fantastic evidence that people don't see me as the girlie/motherly type. Recently, I was at a work dinner with a bunch of my guy friends when one of my supervisors came in with her 8 month old son. I was holding him (and I will admit he's adorable.) and the guys all whipped out there camera phones making statements like, "Oh my god, Retha's being girlie!" and "Retha, you know how to hold a baby?" Since then all of these pictures are taken out and shown to me whenever I say things about not being a good girl and such. Continuing on, so, why all of a sudden am I noticing so many babies?
At this juncture in my life I defiantly don't want one. In the future I know I want a couple of them, but I just can't deal with that kind of thing now. When I have mine I want to be an a solid relationship and possibly married. Babies are a huge responsibility and as this point I am not mature enough to deal with that.
Anyway back to babies everywhere. TV, radio, movies, malls, my job. EVERYWHERE. I swear if I turn on E! Entertainment television one more time and there's a special all about babies I might scream. The Discovery channel is one of my favorites. I watch it religiously. However I HATE turning on the TV and hoping that the Deadliest Catch (my absolute favorite show Discovery has to offer) is on and finding A Baby Story! Seriously, what the fuck! I don't want to watch this crap! BUT lately I have been. I don't know what's wrong with me. The show gives me two of the most opposite reactions. I want to punch a baby in the face, but at the same time my ovaries hurt (in that wow that baby is cute and maybe I want to have one kind of way). But I don't want one!
I blame the world for this. Stop thrusting babies in my face. When I want one I'll come to that conclusion all by myself. I don't need TV, adorable babies, and women pushing their strollers down the street to tell me. When I'm good and ready then I'll have one, so get off my back world. There are too many fucking people around as it is and there doesn't need to be one more.
Its just that lately, more than ever, I've seen/been in contact/around more babies than ever before. One thing you need to realize, if you haven't already, is that I'm not your average girl. I'm not really into the color pink, I don't give a shit if I break a nail, and babies aren't really my thing. I didn't babysit when I was younger and I've never changed a diaper. The following story is fantastic evidence that people don't see me as the girlie/motherly type. Recently, I was at a work dinner with a bunch of my guy friends when one of my supervisors came in with her 8 month old son. I was holding him (and I will admit he's adorable.) and the guys all whipped out there camera phones making statements like, "Oh my god, Retha's being girlie!" and "Retha, you know how to hold a baby?" Since then all of these pictures are taken out and shown to me whenever I say things about not being a good girl and such. Continuing on, so, why all of a sudden am I noticing so many babies?
At this juncture in my life I defiantly don't want one. In the future I know I want a couple of them, but I just can't deal with that kind of thing now. When I have mine I want to be an a solid relationship and possibly married. Babies are a huge responsibility and as this point I am not mature enough to deal with that.
Anyway back to babies everywhere. TV, radio, movies, malls, my job. EVERYWHERE. I swear if I turn on E! Entertainment television one more time and there's a special all about babies I might scream. The Discovery channel is one of my favorites. I watch it religiously. However I HATE turning on the TV and hoping that the Deadliest Catch (my absolute favorite show Discovery has to offer) is on and finding A Baby Story! Seriously, what the fuck! I don't want to watch this crap! BUT lately I have been. I don't know what's wrong with me. The show gives me two of the most opposite reactions. I want to punch a baby in the face, but at the same time my ovaries hurt (in that wow that baby is cute and maybe I want to have one kind of way). But I don't want one!
I blame the world for this. Stop thrusting babies in my face. When I want one I'll come to that conclusion all by myself. I don't need TV, adorable babies, and women pushing their strollers down the street to tell me. When I'm good and ready then I'll have one, so get off my back world. There are too many fucking people around as it is and there doesn't need to be one more.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
A Rude Awakening
This is a short story I wrote. Please leave comments and tell me what you think. Enjoy!
I was running down the beach. The sand I felt between my toes was warm from the water that had been running over it all day. I could see him at the other end of the beach. I waved my arms and yelling, “Sam, I'm over here!” but he didn't seem to hear me.
He started to walk away, so I ran faster.
“Sam! Wait for me!” I screamed, but he just couldn't hear me. He was too busy looking at something out of the water.
Off in the distance I could see a large ship. It's blue color was magnified by the gleam of the ocean. It glided over the waves so smoothly.
I kept running towards him, but he just seemed to get further and further away from me.
Then out of no where there was a flash from on the water. I looked at the vessel and saw bright orange flames coming from the hull. Out of no where a booming sound filled the air. My hands flung themselves to shield my ears from the noise. I turned back down the beach to look at Sam. He was on his knees covering his ears. The beach began to shake. I lost my footing and feel to the ground.
“Retha, wake-up, the phone is ringing. Retha!” I heard the voice of a man say.
My boyfriend's hand was on my shoulder shaking me as I opened my eyes and slowly slipped away from dreamland. I jumped out of bed and walked across the room to answer the still ringing phone.
“Hello,” I said in a low raspy voice.
“Hey,” said a familiar voice, “Its Pat, sorry to wake you up.”
“Don't worry about it,” I told him, “what's going on?”
“Um, I had this girl come to me a little while ago,” he sounded uneasy, “she told me she was raped.”
At that moment I snapped back to reality and into RA mode.
“Alright, where is she now?” I asked.
“She's with me, we're in the RD office,” Pat explained “I'm really not sure what to do Retha, can you come help me with this? She really needs someone to talk to.”
“Yup, I just have to put on my shoes. I'll be down in 2 minutes. Bye.” I slammed the phone down in the hook in a hurry. I climbed under the bed to grab my shoes and threw them on.
Before my boyfriend knew what was going on I had grabbed my keys and a sweatshirt and the door closed with a slam. I ran downstairs as fast as my feet would take me. When I reached the door of the RD office I looked through the window to see Pat sitting on the couch with his arm around a red headed girl with her face in her hands. She was sobbing.
When I put my key in the lock she sit straight up and looked towards at me with fear in her eyes. I turned the key and push open the door. Pat stood up from the couch and walked over to me. His tall lanky frame seemed smaller than usual, his face a pale white. You could see the panic written all over it.
“Don't worry hunny,” I look into his eyes. He was about to cry. “I'll take of her.”
I reached up and wrapped my arms around him. His whole body was shaking. I had never seen him like this before. It scared me a little bit. I let him go and walked over to the red-headed girl sitting on the couch. Her hands were in her lap and she was looking to the floor.
“Is it ok if I sit down?” I asked her.
“Sure,” she said quickly.
“My name is Retha. What's yours?” I said in the kindest voice I could.
Without looking up at me she said, “Amy,” her voice was shaky. I could tell she had been crying for sometime now.
“Amy, I'm here to help you.” I explained as I gently put my hand on her back. Her muscles tensed up. “Can you tell me what happened?”
Her body relaxed and then started to shake. She looked up at me. Her bright blue eyes were bloodshot and filled with tears. The teardrops running down her cheeks feel like rain. Her pursed lips were trembling. She threw her arms around my neck and she screamed, “Why me?”
The only sound in the room was her sobbing and the occasional gasp for air that her lungs made. With her head on my shoulder I could feel her quiver. As she cried I could feel the warm tears fall from her face to my shoulder and neck. At that moment there was nothing I could do to help her. I had never felt more helpless n my life. Something that I couldn't even imagine happened to this girl and I couldn't do anything to make it go away.
After a few minutes her tears subsided and she lifted her head off of my shoulder. With her eyes redder than they were before she looked at me and said, “Why did he do that to me?”
I couldn't answer her. I didn't have an answer. So I told her the only thing I could.
“I don't know.”
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
M*A*S*Hing my Scrubby life into the ER
I lead a pretty busy life; working, doing my theatre thing, writing, boozing - you know how I do. So I don't have many TV shows that I watch regularly. However I do have my guilty pleasure TV. Everyone has them, and if you say you don't you're a huge fucking liar. From Reality TV to late night Skinamax guilty pleasure TV can be found at any time, day or night.
For me guilty pleasure TV is anything that has to do with doctors, medicine, and hospitals. I don't really understand why, but that's just the way it is. I was hooked at a young age watching M*A*S*H with my Dad. I just couldn't get enough of the 4077th. I was obsessed. I mean what other 10 year old do you know that was Hot Lips Houlihan for Halloween?
Then ER came out. And let me tell you once reruns hit TBS, holidays, vacations, and sick days were the best days of my life. Dr. Carter become the love of my life. He was so cute trying to balance living his life and saving the lives of his patients. And please lets not forget about George Clonoey because he was amazing as Dr. Ross. There's just something about a man that is good with children that is so damn cute.
My latest medical must see is Scrubs. It's funny, it's heartfelt, it's all around a fantastic show. JD and Turk are the ultimate ebony and ivory team (Which my friends Brad and Dajaun bring to life for me everyday.) Dr. Cox pushes the buttons of everyone in the hospital just to make them better doctors and The Janitor, well he likes to fuck with people's heads.
All of these shows make my busy life I bit more bearable when I'm flipping through the TV and happen to stumble upon a rerun. So, dearest TV executives if you keep on making MD drama, comedy, whatever shows, I'll keep watching.
For me guilty pleasure TV is anything that has to do with doctors, medicine, and hospitals. I don't really understand why, but that's just the way it is. I was hooked at a young age watching M*A*S*H with my Dad. I just couldn't get enough of the 4077th. I was obsessed. I mean what other 10 year old do you know that was Hot Lips Houlihan for Halloween?
Then ER came out. And let me tell you once reruns hit TBS, holidays, vacations, and sick days were the best days of my life. Dr. Carter become the love of my life. He was so cute trying to balance living his life and saving the lives of his patients. And please lets not forget about George Clonoey because he was amazing as Dr. Ross. There's just something about a man that is good with children that is so damn cute.
My latest medical must see is Scrubs. It's funny, it's heartfelt, it's all around a fantastic show. JD and Turk are the ultimate ebony and ivory team (Which my friends Brad and Dajaun bring to life for me everyday.) Dr. Cox pushes the buttons of everyone in the hospital just to make them better doctors and The Janitor, well he likes to fuck with people's heads.
All of these shows make my busy life I bit more bearable when I'm flipping through the TV and happen to stumble upon a rerun. So, dearest TV executives if you keep on making MD drama, comedy, whatever shows, I'll keep watching.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Everybody stumbles once in a while or for hours at a time
About an hour ago I was sucked into something that I have been avoiding for months now, but just couldn't resist anymore considering I was told that it would help more people see this blog. I'm talking about Stumble.
Seriously people I don't think you quiet understand. Stumble is a computer program that works with Firefox that asks you what types of things you're interested in and then randomly tkaes you to websites. I've had this program on my computer for about 3 hours and it is already ruining my life. It knows that I love booze and it takes me to sites like Drink-O-Meter that tell me how much alcohol I have drank in my lifetime along with how much money I have spent on it. (For those interested I've consumed 4176.64 drinks and spent $20047.87 on alcohol - it's ok I know I'm a booze-bag) Then it takes me to languageisavirus.com - a website that helps cure writer's block. It kills me how every time I hit the blue and green swirly "stumble" button that without fail a site that I want to look at comes up.
*CLICK*
Although this site has consumed my life I have learned so many valuable things. One of which I am so doing the next time I go to the bar. It's a drinking game called, "You're a Cunt!" In this game you get a group of people to chug pints and the last person to finish is crowned the "messenger." It is then the "messenger's" job to go up to people that the group picks and say, "You're a Cunt!" and that's all they can say. (Sorry if you don't like the word cunt, but it's one of my favorites.)
*CLICK*
Then I was taken to http://imgs.zinio.com/retail_srvs/classics/ a site that thousands and thousands of books all online: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, The Call of the Wild, Crime and Punishment, Dracula, the list just keeps on going!
*CLICK*
After that I was taken to Mr. Wong's Soup'Partments: The largest virtual building in the world! (When I finish this post I'm totally going to get an apartment in that building! look for me http://www.mrwong.de/myhouse/)
*CLICK*
NO MORE CLICKING!!! I could go on for hours with this and I probably will. But go check it out (stumbleupon.com) if you like spending hours of your life in front of your computer looking at the most random shit that you never knew was on the internet.
Seriously people I don't think you quiet understand. Stumble is a computer program that works with Firefox that asks you what types of things you're interested in and then randomly tkaes you to websites. I've had this program on my computer for about 3 hours and it is already ruining my life. It knows that I love booze and it takes me to sites like Drink-O-Meter that tell me how much alcohol I have drank in my lifetime along with how much money I have spent on it. (For those interested I've consumed 4176.64 drinks and spent $20047.87 on alcohol - it's ok I know I'm a booze-bag) Then it takes me to languageisavirus.com - a website that helps cure writer's block. It kills me how every time I hit the blue and green swirly "stumble" button that without fail a site that I want to look at comes up.
*CLICK*
Although this site has consumed my life I have learned so many valuable things. One of which I am so doing the next time I go to the bar. It's a drinking game called, "You're a Cunt!" In this game you get a group of people to chug pints and the last person to finish is crowned the "messenger." It is then the "messenger's" job to go up to people that the group picks and say, "You're a Cunt!" and that's all they can say. (Sorry if you don't like the word cunt, but it's one of my favorites.)
*CLICK*
Then I was taken to http://imgs.zinio.com/retail_srvs/classics/ a site that thousands and thousands of books all online: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, The Call of the Wild, Crime and Punishment, Dracula, the list just keeps on going!
*CLICK*
After that I was taken to Mr. Wong's Soup'Partments: The largest virtual building in the world! (When I finish this post I'm totally going to get an apartment in that building! look for me http://www.mrwong.de/myhouse/)
*CLICK*
NO MORE CLICKING!!! I could go on for hours with this and I probably will. But go check it out (stumbleupon.com) if you like spending hours of your life in front of your computer looking at the most random shit that you never knew was on the internet.
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