Romance @ MindSay

It amazes me when I pick up the right book at the right time.  I love reading simply because a book can remind me of things easily forgotten.  The Undomestic Goddess by Sophie Kinsella served as a reminder of many things.  It is actually the second time I've read the book; the first time when I was still living in California before my relationship with Josh began.  If I remember correctly, it was right after Alexa died.  Now, however, it seemed to make stronger points to me.

Samantha Sweeting spent every waking moment for seven years trying to become a partner in her top notch legal firm.  Twelve years before that was in preparation of becoming the best lawyer she could possibly be.  One single mistake (that wasn't even made by her) changed her life in a split second.  Mistakes in the legal world can obviously be costly.  This one happened to cost her client 50 million pounds.  Mistakes in her world were unacceptable, and so when the mistake came to light, she left without a single word - just walked out of the office and kept going until she landed on a stranger's doorstep.  The strangers mistook her for a housekeeper an agency sent to them.  Not having any answers of what to do about her life (especially after finding she was fired for her reaction to her own mistake), Samantha decided to make the best of the strangers' misunderstanding and remained as their housekeeper.  The funny thing is Samantha can't boil eggs much less do a load of laundry.  This top-notch lawyer ended up falling in love with the gardner and the charming country life she began to make for herself once she learned to slow down and smell the roses.  She learned to cook and clean.  Life drammatically changes for her and she just adores it. 

Suddenly the legal firm realized that Samantha never made a mistake, that a senior partner set her up to take his fall should his financial scandal be found out.  The firm fell over themselves to make it up to her and offered her an even better position in their ranks.  She was torn between accepting the offer and remaining where she was.  The gardner skipped town to make the decision easier for her.  But halfway to London,  Samantha leaves her partners on the train to find her way back to the love of her life even though she had no clue where to find him in Cornwall.  All she knew was she would find him somehow.

Gods, I love this book.  It's just absolutely wonderful. 

"It doesn't matter.  Don't beat yourself up for not knowing all the answers.  You don't always have to know who you are.  You don't have to have the big picture, or know where you're heading.  Sometimes it's enough just to know what you're going to do next."

Soft sigh in relief.  Lately I've been searching for all the answers and getting extremely upset whenever I'd come up empy-handed.  I often thought about going to the local metaphysical store to have my tarot read so that I get some answers, but I haven't had the money to do so.  Then I read these words and realized that it doesn't matter if I have all the answers.  It really is enough just know what to do next.  For instance, I know I need to find a part time job.  That's what I need to do next.  And it doesn't really matter what kind of job it is... I know I can do anything I put my mind to as long as I have Josh's support.  I know I'm starting school next month.  That's as far as I need to go... the only answers I really need.

Well, hello, everyone.. :)

actually, I'll rephrase: .. rather than "everyone", I'll say "anyone".. for I doubt many people would be interested in the life of a weird, Mexican teenager.

So, first off.. I really don't feel like sharing my real name, so for the sake of mystery (and my peace of mind:P), I'll introduce myself as Miema. I'm 18 years old. I live in Tampico, Mexico. It's a small city, on the northeastern part of the country. We've got a beach :D and it gets pretty humid here.

 

I sort of feel that I should share my life with someone - not because I think it's interesting, but because it might help me somehow. I just don't know how to start, rather, WHERE to start. I guess I should just begin with the present. If anyone who's reading this has lived a little, he or she will catch on pretty quick. I don't blame you if you're compelled to stop reading and check your email instead.. Hell, if you're still reading, I think it's a battle won :P. This may seem like another story of heart break, loneliness, longing, teenage-hood. It probably is. But then again, it has been said that every human being is like a universe in hisself; oceans of memories, mountains of pain, rivers of tears, and stars.. stars of feelings.

 

I'm not sure how long this should be. I'll try and pace myself.

 

I love him. Whenever I start writing about him, that's the first thing that comes to mind. I always start off by that same sentence. It's a reflex. An instinct. It seems so cold to refer to such an intense and complex feeling as a reflex or instinct. But it is, in a way, both. You can't control love - you don't see it coming. You can't avoid love either. You get to a point where your brain grows fuzzy, and, that which many people refer to as your heart, takes over.

When I realized that I was falling inlove with him, I cried. I cried in fear. I knew deep inside that love walks hand in hand with pain. Pain that only the complexity of love can describe. Pain I had wanted to avoid forever. Pain that never lets go.

 

Ladies and gentlemen (or whoever is still reading this) brace yourselves.

Hi everybody,

 

Here's my second blog ever and the reason i write this is because i'm truly fascinated by the culture these days. The macho culture to be specific. The beer drinking, sports loving, girl demeaning, fighting world of a man.

 

Here's my problem, i sometimes feel terribly misplaced when i go out with some of my friends, or when i am at work. Here's why, if i go out to a bar there are only a few things where men think about: Girls, Beer and fights. Ofcourse there are exceptions sometimes they talk about sports.

 

Don't get me wrong i like girls, i like beer but it feels like a mask people put up to not have be thereselves but they choose to live like te stereotype, at least that's in public. Why can't a guy just sit a bar and talk about love, love is what the world is about. It is the most desirable thing out there. But for some strange reason it's almost like a taboo. Or if you do speak about it it makes you look weak or they think you're gay.

 

For instance when i comes to movies. All the guys i know like action movies or comedies, but when i sugest a truly beautifull film, like Good Will Hunting, and i explain what it's about i get laughed at. I think movies like The Notebook are the most beautifull films out there, the capture the essence of life so great, love, romance, hapiness these are things that are portrayed in the most amazing way in this movie but a lot of men say it's gay or for women. But i am gay or a softy because i can honestly enjoy the beauty of love? And please tell what is wrong with a cliche end of a film. What's wrong with a happy ending?

 

Personally i can get really happy when is see love or feel the realness. Most people, as far as i know, tear up and cry when they listen to songs like Jeff Buckley's Hallelujah, or Ray Lamontagne's Shelter. It's makes me smile because it means that there are men and people who still dare to express there inner feelings without caring what anybody thinks. What's better than sitting on a beach at night by a fire with someone you love? Well being a man i should have answered, drinking all day and going to a football match. Well for me it isn't but does this take away my manlyhood? Everybody wants love, so should you pass up on it just to be a man?

 

Because when i think about it, even the most macho men must have a soft side. Some of them are married, no woman could stand a man who never shows a soft side, not even in the bedroom. So it comes across like some men have double personalities. For me it's different i used to try and act differently, that was all because i was insecure if my mates would like me the way i am. But after travelling the world and getting multiple options to portay my character in different ways i found out that nearly every man is alike when i comes to love. Some act tougher than others but all crave the same thing, love.

 

So maybe not everybody shows it as much as they like. For the men who read this i hope you can say fuck the rest, this is me. And if you already have, Congratulations. And i sugest you listen to: Ray Lamontagne, Damien Rice, Ali Farka Toure, Jeff Buckley, Elliot Smith, Amos Lee, Fink, Aretha Franklin, ect for a change. Just give it a try. Or watch: Good Will Hunting, Leaving Las Vegas, Pay it Forward, The Notebook, Casablanca, Notting Hill.

 

With all these things please try to be openminded and appreciate the honesty, beauty and love int it. Because that's what's life is al about in the end.

 

Simmovic

 

P.s. Please mind my spelling and grammar, i'm dutch so i do my best. And leave a comment what you thought about the blog.

I was determined to get out of the house today even though I am broker than the Ten Commandments.  The husband finally went to Beaumont to pick up his car (his brother came and got him) so that left the kiddo and I with a car and nowhere to go.

 

I decided it would be a good idea to drag myself to the bank and deposit a check that was pretty much already spent.  I asked chatnoir why is it that I always seem to dread going to the bank. He replied it was because it reminded me of how broke I really was.  Damn it if he wasn't spot on!  After depositing my check, reading my balance and getting my feelings hurt, I realized I need to get some gas.  Apparently I'm a glutton for punishment.  It wasn't too bad though, I actually saw a place selling it for $3.69 a gallon!!! Most places around town are selling it for about $3.75. 

 

On the way home, the kiddo said she wanted to go to the bookstore.  I was pleased until I realized she just wanted to see her Aunt Environgirl at work.  Since I hadn't seen hide nor hair of the Paganista since we went to Portland in March, I figured why the heck not. Besides, I needed to buy a few pages of purple prose. That's right, I enjoy reading pure, unadulterated drivel! The more heaving bosoms and throbbing manhoods,

the better! 

 

The Cocolette chose a Junie B. Jones book and I bought some steamy paranormal romance novels. We had a good time chatting it up with Egirl and trying to make ourselves look like real customers so she wouldn't get in trouble.  When things got really busy, the kiddo and I went to the cafe area to have lunch and read our books.  I was surprised that she didn't get antsy.  She actually read a few pages of her book after eating her lunch and sat quietly! I guess when we go back next week (a book I want will be out by then) I'll get her that Indiana Jones book she was begging for.

 

   

I love this:
Quartier de la Madeleine( from Paris, I Love You)

Nothing like a little vampire love to darken a bright day!
Here's a few close ups from the film:
Elijah Wood plays a backpacker touring France when he accidentally stumbles upon a beautiful female vampire taking a victim for the night...

It's love at first sight, but despite the backpacker's attempt to slit his wrists to invite the vampire to take his life, she doesn't come to him until he slips and falls to his death. The blood from his head wound spills out into a valentine she cannot resist.

In reality, the brilliant red blood was a sticky green syrup that Elijah had a hard time swallowing. In any case, the little film was loved by the actor and it seems to end too soon, making me wish I could see more of these lovely characters!

FINALLY a vampire film with a happy ending! Aren't you tired of seeing vampire movies where the freshly turned humans don't revel in their monsterhood?