And so I Blog (not that you care)
I know what you're thinking.
"Why the silence Doe"? Or maybe that's not what you're thinking but it makes me feel good to think that you're thinking that. Ahem! Shutting up.
So....(taps fingers rhythmically on desk) This is awkward. I truly don't know where to begin. It would be that much easier if I didn't suffer from,"Lame-o Bloggers Block"(LBB),a disease I have recently been diagnosed with, for which there is no cure. If you are a fellow sufferer of LBB then you already know how I feel. If you're not then you cannot possibly imagine what I'm going through.
(stares out window and hums along to the background jazz, desperately clinging to any thread of inspiration)
The voices in my head have inspired me to give you a point-by-point run down on the current events of Dulcy.(Note to self: "must find new ways for writing inspiration") It's a serious cause and effect of LBB, I know, but quick and efficient. So be happy.
I haven't written anything, it feels, since God was a child so if this whole post sounds "forced" it probably is. I apologize for this annoyance but kindly remind you that badly written news is better that none at all.
So let's get this party started!
Current Location: Oahu: Kaneoh'e, Hawaii.
(weather: About 95 degrees with occasional afternoon showers and lovely beaches)
Current Job(s)Held: Cocktail Waitress,(a.k.a Bar Maiden)Retail Associate.
Jobs Pending: Flight Attendant, Preschool Teachers Aide.
Wild raging parties complete with circle of inappropriate, yet "fun" friends: None!
Current Hair Color/Style: Auburn, long layers, a little past shoulder length, straightened.
(Sorry,no pictures will be included because you all know how I feel about that, besides, this forces you to put your imaginations to good use.)
BF Status: I guess I have one. (Again, no pictures)
I'm only doing this for Ruthie's sake BTW!
This is all I'm going to say about it. If you want more info you must ask. If you don't, you don't.
Babies born/soon to be: None at all. Yay me! :)
Current life crisis': I wish there was a number to put here but there's not so, true to the lame-o disease I suffer from, I will sum it up in four words. A HELL OF ALLOT!
Prayers Needed: I will re-use the same four words written above. (insert here)
I guess that pretty much brings you up to speed. I'm sure I'm leaving out other juicy tidbits so just let me know and I'll make a sequel. (That's probably not a good thing)
To conclude, I'm happy, mostly healthy and haven't forgotten all those who love me,think of me, pray for me, cry for me and whom I do the same for in return.
Hopefully one day pictures of current events will weasel their way on to this blog but until that time be pleased that I at least lent a bit of news to your thirsty ears.
According to research, there is no cure for LBB but there are small windows when one can suddenly become unaffected for small moments in time. During these times,patients are known to write beautiful sonnets,endearing love songs, life changing books, and yes, even read worthy blog posts. With luck, the urge to post will strike when I'm experiencing one of these "windows". Until that time the staff at Sexual things in Sexual Places asks for your patience, understanding, and cooperation. Thank you!
Grand heaps of love is being sent your way along with a big Dulcy smile, in case you missed it.
Because I Can...
Yo, ho, merry lo. This is Ruthie hacking into Dulcy with a y's blog again. I figured if we can get enough people to comment she'll post.
Actually this is just a way for me to get more traffic to my blog "
apuddleofmud.com"
Which was voted one of the top two blogs Dulcy frequents. (I'm Dulcinea Tincher and I approve this message)Well I just did a dub over of that. But it's true.
Ask
Angel.
We Want A Post. We Want a Post.
Yes, We Can!
"Ain't no sunshine when she's gone"
Ahh...you guys are so lame. I know you read that post.
Anyways I was joking. I'm not coblogging with Dulcy. ahaha. funny right? Did I getcha?
Now you can all comment if you will.
What do you think of her new template?
"So Long Farewell"
YAY for me! Today was the last day of the school year and my kids finished with flying colors. I happy for myself and for them of course. We, being me and the moms, had a small farewell party for the kids and then the mom's surprised me by showering me with farewell gifts, cards and pictures for me to take with me when I left. I was so touched. It's always hard to say goodbye to kids whose lives you've been a part of for a good amount of time. Seems like I've been doing allot of that these past years. It's tough and I don't think it's something I'll ever get used to.
I have a little more than a week left in Fiji and I plan to spend it wisely. I'm planning a three day outer island trip to an island called Kedavu. This island is known as "the best diving Fiji has to offer" so I'm looking forward to getting in some good dives before I "tally ho" back to the "land of the free and the home of the brave". There's also some fantastic day cruises that I'm looking into. That will be my chance to soak up some more Fijian sun before I head back to winter in Hawaii.
I did my last performance at Hideaway last night. It was very sad for me, we had some good times. The guys were great though. They held a traditional Fijian Kava ceremony for me, in honor of my leaving and, of course, I was sung the national farewell song of Fiji called "Isa Lei" (which in English literally means "I'm Sorry"). It's very emotional song and you can't quite experience the fullness of it unless you hear it. Still, I think the words are beautiful and you can capture some of the experience by reading them.
Farewell Fiji! You've been a roller coaster of emotions, of highs and lows, of ups and downs, of heres and theres but you've been one of the greatest learning experiences of my life that I would never trade. I'll see you again.
Isa Lei
Isa Isa vulagi lassa dina
Nomu lako au na rarawa kina
Cava beka ko a mai cakava,
Nomu lako au na sega ni lasa.
Isa Lei, na noqu rarawa,
Ni ki sana vodo e na mataka
Bau nanuma, na nodatou lasa,
Mai Suva nanuma tiko ga.
Vanua rogo na nomuni vanua,
Kena ca ni levu tu na ua,
Lomaqu voli me'u bau butuka
Tovolea ke balavu na bula.
Domoni dina na nomu yanuyanu,
Kena kau wale na salusalu,
Mocelolo, bua, na kukuwalu,
Lagakali, maba na rosi damu.
[English Translation]
Isa, Isa you are my only treasure;
Must you leave me, so lonely and forsaken?
As the roses will miss the sun at dawning,
Every moment my heart for you is yearning.
Chorus:
Isa Lei, the purple shadow falling,
Sad the morrow will dawn upon my sorrow;
O, forget not, when you're far away,
Precious moments beside dear Suva.
Isa, Isa, my heart was filled with pleasure,
From the moment I heard your tender greeting;
'Mid the sunshine, we spent the hours together,
Now so swiftly those happy hours are fleeting.
O'er the ocean your island home is calling,
Happy country where roses bloom in splendor;
O, if I could but journey there beside you,
Then forever my heart would sing in rapture.
"There Ain't No Such Thing As Natural Beauty"
This story was meant to go along with my "Posers" quote that I posted yesterday but I was to lazy to type it out so I thought I'd post the quote first, let you digest it for a bit and then onward to the story, so here it is.
I was relaxing and having dinner, yesterday evening, at one of the restaurants next to my house when I overheard two woman talking to each other. I was trying not to eavesdrop but what I was hearing interested me greatly. Or at least got me thinking deeply. Either way I figured it was worthy of a blog post.
The conversation I overheard was two women talking about a mutual friend who, apparently had undergone some type of plastic surgery.
Woman 1: I just can't believe she did it. I mean, who's gonna take her seriously now?
Woman 2: I can't believe it either. She's a gorgeous woman who always seemed so confident with herself and her looks. Why would she spend money she didn't have on a boob job she didn't really need?
Woman 1: I know, I'm baffled and, quite frankly, appalled that she would stoop that low. Now if someone ever compliments her one her "nice breasts" what's she gonna say? Taking the compliment and not saying anything about the surgery would be a lie but then if she tells [the compliment-ee]about it he might not find her breasts worthy of a compliment, (since they are fake) and what's more he might actually start assuming that other parts of her body are fake as well. I think she's made a big mistake.
Woman 2: Me to! I feel sorry for her. No guy is ever gonna taker her seriously now.
I glanced over at these gabbing females and noticed that they both had dyed blond hair and were caked in enough make-up to start their own make-up store.
Their appearances got me thinking.
If these were women were so opposed to plastic surgery then why wouldn't they shun
make-up and hair dye as well.
See, in my opinion, these women were upset at their friend for getting surgery because she now became "fake" but technically, with their make-up and hair dye they were faking it as well. You could very easily turn the tables and say "What guy is gonna take her seriously now since she is [covered make up]," or [has her hair dyed]. So many women, and men alike, are opposed to plastic surgery of any kind but ,in reality, if they embrace make-up and hair dye (which are fake...technically)- aren't they essentially saying that they are OK with plastic surgery?
This is just my opinion and I could be very wrong but I know a lot of people who think "going under the knife" is an abomination and yet are happy to get their hair done every 6 weeks and cake on the make-up in an attempt to make themselves look better and look more glamorous for the public.
In a world where "fakeness" seems to get you where you wanna go, I couldn't help but wonder....What else is there that we are faking but are blissfully unaware of?
Women,(and some men now days)fake their hair color, their eye color (with colored contacts), their breasts, their orgasms, heck ...we can even fake the length of our hair with hair extensions and even designer labels by buying something from some vendor in a third-world-country for $12.00 when it would normally cost us $600.00 at Prada or $1,200.00 at Fendi or Dolce and Gabbana and all our friends think we're "da bawmb" cause we can afford to have some fashion sense.
Flat irons. Curling irons. Are women with curly hair technically "faking it" because they straighten (or vice versa)their hair?
I guess what I'm trying to say is, if you're gonna bash the surgery embracers then why not say "bye-bye" to make-up, hair color and all the other aspects of your self that you are technically "faking".
I, for one, am not willing to give up my make-up. I like it. It makes me feel good about myself but I never really considered the idea of plastic surgery so am I subconsciously saying that somewhere along the line I would get surgery of some kind? Are we all saying that through fake subtleties? Maybe....who knows.
Just a thought....just a thought.
