Awaiting the Weekend

A la Black Eyed Peas' new song that I heard driving to work this morning:

"I Gotta Feelin'"

I gotta feeling that tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good good night [x4]

Tonight's the night
Let's live it up
I got my money
Let's spend it up

Go out and smash it
Like Oh My God
Jump off that sofa
Let's get get OFF

I know that we'll have a ball
If we get down
And go out
And just loose it all

I feel stressed out
I wanna let it go
Lets go way out spaced out
And loosing all control

Fill up my cup
Mozoltov
Look at her dancing
Just take it off

Let's paint the town
We'll shut it down
Let's burn the roof
And then we'll do it again

I tend to dabble

I contribute to a website: Think Communications, LLC

Below is my awesome post...To Be or To be Anonymous
It’s been over a decade since the Internet exploded onto everyone’s PC’s and it hasn’t really slowed down since. With the efforts of MySpace, Facebook, LinkedIn and Twitter the Internet, and I’m stating the obvious here, has become the marketing tool of the millennium. With the simplest click of a mouse and a few taps on the keyboard, a social media marketing world is opened up to you, and it’s your playground to enjoy. So why are some of us afraid to come clean? Why do we hesitate to take off our disguises and take credit where credit should be due?

I too was anonymous on the Internet with one moniker for both my blog posts and Tweets, which only a few people close to me knew. Granted I’m not a super sleuth private investigator, nor were my blogs and tweets of great controversy, I just felt more comfortable behind a disguise.

However that did nothing for my social media presence - unable to market or brand myself. In truth, there was no future without “me.”

By having an alias, or even just being anonymous, is actually doing a disservice to your potential leads and authenticity. It closes the door on opportunities you could act on as yourself and shuts out possible future employers. Being yourself on the Internet allows your work and your connections to prove your viability as a social media guru and create a name for yourself AS yourself.

Granted, all posts shouldn’t be one-sided. There are arguments for opting to use an alias or being anonymous. A safety concern is high up there, as well as your personal content. Depending on what you write about, tweet or share on your Facebook wall may or may not be what a potential employer wants to read. There has been many a firing because of an employees leaked Facebook profile and also for posting offending material on a social media outlet.

The possible solution, create a professional and personal account for the social media networks – giving you the ability to be yourself on both counts—your professional self and your behind-closed-doors self. The proverbial doors can still open and you don’t have to worry about not putting “yourself” out there.

I have to be O.K.

Sometimes I surprise myself. More so, than I think I surprise others. My sheer willfulness and sometimes my sheer unadulterated non-fear. I have this innate ability to jump in feet first, crossing my fingers and kissing the sky for luck. There are times when I immediately regret my decision, but it's a "live and learn" society.

I am very impatient. In traffic. With children. And with life. I want it all now, and then some. I'm ambitious to a fault and nothing is ever good enough. Here is where my conundrum lies...nothing is ever good enough.

I always question myself, second-guess is more like it, wondering if I've made the right life choices: Career-wise, Relationship-wise, Family-wise and Friendship-wise. I've asked myself if I will ever be satisfied 100% with everything, and I'm not sure I ever will be. I'm always striving for bigger and better. Wondering how my life would be if I were elsewhere.

Career wise, I wish I knew what was in store. I know I eventually want to be my own boss. This takes time. Time, which I am impatient for. As much as I would like to think that all of my career moves have been calculated, I can't help but wonder if I am just buying stock in the not-completely-satisfied market. My friend Jaime put it eloquently in a post here, that got me thinkin'. Am I clouding my resume with things that don't support what I really want to do in life? Or more importantly...what do I WANT do to in life?

I know I want the freedom to write. I want the freedom to be creative. I want the glitz and glamor. I also want to help people. I want to make my mark and have people know my name. I want to be comfortable in my assets and be able to make my own work schedule. I would like to be girly and have great associates. And I would like a fair shot at fame. Shallow? Maybe, but it's something that has always been at the back of my mind.

I'm all about accomplishments. One of my greatest accomplishments to date is the screenplay that I wrote when I was 13. I finished writing an entire movie. Granted, I read it now and wonder what I was thinking, but that's besides the point. I FINISHED it. I make a daily "To Do" list and a huge smile runs across my face when I cross things off. It's the greatest feeling.

I would like to think that I am not settling in any aspect of my life but I can't help to wonder "what if..."

Sisters and Soul Mates

Beginning.



If you had a penis I would marry you.
Well I would marry you anyway,
but
I would probably cheat on you
because I love the cock.

Now.

My Way or the Highway

I can admit it, I'm bossy. Kind of comes with the territory of being the oldest child. I like structure. I like the way I like things when I like them. If you don't work for me, I throw you out the window, with the utmost disregard. I don't like taking orders. I don't like to be intimidated. I believe in treating everyone with respect, especially with home and work relationships (and giving up your seat on the train or letting someone with less groceries than you cut the line never hurt anyone either).

What I'm trying to say, is, well...I'm not sure. That's the fortunate and unfortunate thing about being in your twenties, I'm not sure about anything, anyone or that I'm going anywhere (with this post AND in life). I take my decisions everyday and I hope that they work out. Some do, some don't. Shit happens. Actually, life happens.

I want this blog to represent me. Not a portion of me, not half, not 3/4...ALL of me. It's going to be random, it's going to be emotional and it's going to be awesome.

Buckle up kids, it's going to be a bumpy ride.

Oh, P.S. if you don't like it, it's America, click to another blog.

The Friend Zone

[advising Ross about Rachel]

Joey: You waited too long and now you're in "The Friend Zone."

A phrase uttered all too often in regards to male and female friends, in which when one part of the twosome has feelings for the other part, when said first part just thinks of the second as a friend.

In the episode, Joey tells Ross he's "mayor of the zone" with his feelings for Rachel not being reciprocated. Ross believes that he can approach Rachel at any time with the offer to date. He finally gets her alone on the balcony, overlooking a blacked-out NYC and he begins to tell her how he feels. A cat then jumps on his shoulder, and mayhem ensues as Rachel and Phoebe look for the cats owner. Rachel falls for the Italian guy, Palo, and forgets all about what Ross had to tell her. Leaving him, still, in the Friend Zone.

Thus, bringing me to the point of my post. Can male and females ever be, JUST friends? Meaning, can two people of the opposite sex ever have a relationship not involving sexual feelings? Think about it. At one point or another in almost every instance, a sexual encounter is pondered over or even followed through with.

A perfect example is my relationship now. My guy and I knew each other for 4 years. We were friends, not best friends but we appreciated each others company and hung out a lot. We mainly worked together and I adored him. Did I think he was cute? Yes. Would I recommend him to a friend? Of course! I actually did. Neither of us acted on our feelings, instead built a great flirty friendship.

At one point or another, I had a crush on all of my guy friends. I didn't pursue anything further nor did I ever expect any relationship to develop. They were all in the "Friend Zone." Granted, some of the perimeter of the zone is somewhat blurred and can be considered situational, however, I've never witnessed an instance where two friends of opposite genders were just "friends" with no sexual feelings towards the other, one-sided or both.

Because the perimeter is blurred, many lines can be crossed giving the other party the wrong idea. Like the "running fingers through my hair" compared to just a "tousel," and constant companionship, albeit a flirty companionship, is treading dangerous waters too if you don't ever want to exit the safe zone.

I was lucky in the fact that I fell in love with one of my best guy friends, and well, we all know what happens with Ross and Rachel.

Thank You America, Good Night!

The old adage: "Don't bite the hand that feeds you," seems almost too eerie to say but it reigns with truth. Call my views immature, liberal, conservative, uninformed, whatever on our poor American economy but I am at my utmost appalled right now.

This article: from my beloved New York Times solidifies in my mind that we are biting the hands that feed us, literally. Do we not live, work and play in the United States? Do we not have the privilege of soaking up greater knowledge in our fine institutions? Do we not have freedom of speech and freedom of the press --lest, why NYT was able to write and print such an article--?

Why then do we continue to bite the hand that feeds us our freedom? Why do we let the media (I am guilty of this myself, and at least I admit it!) brain wash our minds into thinking certain ways? Consumer Reports is mostly to blame, and basically the majority of America for believing everything they read.

I have to laugh every time I see someone driving a Toyota with an American flag attached to their antenna, or "These colors don't run!" bumper sticker on a Honda Ridgeline, or a "Proud to be an American" sticker on a Subaru. Um, if you were truly an American and truly cared about the country in which you represent on your precious Japanese bumper than one would assume that you would want said economy to thrive, no? *News Flash* all the money you spent on your Jap car is going to JAPAN! Not us! Although Toyota would like you to believe, now that they have factories here in the U.S. that you would be doing America a favor. Not so much.

But that's the beauty of this country, we have the right to choose whichever car we would like to drive. Therefore we are choosing our destiny. Our destiny to fail.

U-S-A!