I didn't want to tackle this subject matter, however, it seems that as much as we say, "we don't care about Tiger Wood's personal life", we do. I have gotten numerous requests for a blog on this topic. "Golf?" I asked, "I'm afraid I don't know much about golf."
Of course, no one cares about golf, it's what happens off the golf course that some seem to be fixed on. I can't help and wonder why? Is it that our own sexual lives are drab and boring? Is that we savor the pleasure of knowing someone else's "perfect" life isn't so perfect?
What bothers me most about the whole Tiger Woods situation is not the infidelity. Honestly. Men have been unfaithful since the beginning of time. They cannot help it. It's a factory defect. What bothers me most about the whole situation is how it is the woman that is to blame. No, this doesn't bother me; it irritates me beyond belief.
If it is not his wife's "fault" for being whatever a wife is that annoys him. It is the mistress fault for being "cheap" or worse adjectives that I won't use. Everyone is pointing the finger at the women! Hello! What about him? He was the one married. He was the one breaking the commitment and the vows. What about him? !! Argghhh!
So, now poor Tiger Woods has some sort of "addiction". He needs "help". Counseling. We need to understand and be patient. He is under a lot of stress. Oh, his endorsements will be dropped and instead of making a billion dollars, he'll make half a billion. Poor, poor Tiger. He had a wife that didn't understand him. Women were "loose" and after his money. It's not his fault. Give me a break.
I have zero sympathy for this man. He has a life that is a fairy tale; and he throws it all away because he can't keep it in his pants!
This was one hole in one he really missed the mark on.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
The Gift of the Magi
When I was little, I read a story, The Gift of the Magi. I loved everything about the message. Every year at Christmas, I would read the story over and over and over again. I always loved the message.
However, like most of us, I was blessed with money in my adult years and gift giving was never an issue. For the past 25 years of my life, I have had children, the lists to Santa have been enormous, and my tree has never lacked a gift. This Christmas, the story is a bit different.
And, when I asked the old too familiar question to my kids, "what do you want Santa to bring you this year?" The answers shocked me. I'll keep them private because they hate when I write about them. Let's just say, it was a very short list, one that Santa can handle without a second thought.
We have lost the meaning of Christmas. I understand how we get caught up in the pretty boxes and bows. How we want more, more, more when we already have so much. I understand how easy it is to get caught up in the glimmer and luster of all those beautiful gifts. I love the gifts in pretty boxes with bright bows. I adore them. But, it's never been about the gift for me, it's always been about the person giving the gift.
Christmas is about new beginnings, about letting go of all the old ways of the past, and starting over. Christmas is about giving what we are, not what we have. It is a smile to a stranger, a helping hand to a friend, a note of inspiration, a kind word, a good laugh, and a warm hug. Christmas is the message to the world that there is love for all and that God's gift is so much greater than any pretty little box under a tree. Christmas is believing that there is more than all the earthly distractions.
This Christmas my gifts will be hard to box and wrap. Some of my friends may not even know that I gave them a gift, but I have. My children will get their Christmas wishes because their mom still believes in Santa and I've put in a good word for them.
As for mom, well, the only thing I want for Christmas is to be able to get back into my size 2 skinny jeans. Man, all this eggnog and fruitcake is brutal on a girl.
Merry Christmas
December 15, 2009
However, like most of us, I was blessed with money in my adult years and gift giving was never an issue. For the past 25 years of my life, I have had children, the lists to Santa have been enormous, and my tree has never lacked a gift. This Christmas, the story is a bit different.
And, when I asked the old too familiar question to my kids, "what do you want Santa to bring you this year?" The answers shocked me. I'll keep them private because they hate when I write about them. Let's just say, it was a very short list, one that Santa can handle without a second thought.
We have lost the meaning of Christmas. I understand how we get caught up in the pretty boxes and bows. How we want more, more, more when we already have so much. I understand how easy it is to get caught up in the glimmer and luster of all those beautiful gifts. I love the gifts in pretty boxes with bright bows. I adore them. But, it's never been about the gift for me, it's always been about the person giving the gift.
Christmas is about new beginnings, about letting go of all the old ways of the past, and starting over. Christmas is about giving what we are, not what we have. It is a smile to a stranger, a helping hand to a friend, a note of inspiration, a kind word, a good laugh, and a warm hug. Christmas is the message to the world that there is love for all and that God's gift is so much greater than any pretty little box under a tree. Christmas is believing that there is more than all the earthly distractions.
This Christmas my gifts will be hard to box and wrap. Some of my friends may not even know that I gave them a gift, but I have. My children will get their Christmas wishes because their mom still believes in Santa and I've put in a good word for them.
As for mom, well, the only thing I want for Christmas is to be able to get back into my size 2 skinny jeans. Man, all this eggnog and fruitcake is brutal on a girl.
Merry Christmas
December 15, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
Out of the Blue
This life is wondrous. I am amazed every morning that I open my eyes and see the blue skies, feel the morning breeze, and wander aimlessly to my kitchen for a cup of coffee. We think we have all the time in the world, but we don't. Our time is limited. We take for granted that we wake up every morning, yawn, and breath.
I had a conversation recently with a loving friend about someone she loves waking up one day and just not being able to do what we take for granted. He went to bed as good as can be, woke up, but there were no words. He could not speak. Prognosis; 90-days.
Here is the deal people. The bills will wait. This crazy world we live in, will wait, and the world will continue as crazy as ever with or without us. The problems, conflict, wars, and all the nonsense will go on long after we aren't.
So say what you have to say. Love who you want to love. Be with the person that completes you. Stop. Stop just for one second and realize, we don't have all the time in the world to love. It's not worth it. Let go of the hate, labels, and bickering because one day, out of the blue...
I had a conversation recently with a loving friend about someone she loves waking up one day and just not being able to do what we take for granted. He went to bed as good as can be, woke up, but there were no words. He could not speak. Prognosis; 90-days.
Here is the deal people. The bills will wait. This crazy world we live in, will wait, and the world will continue as crazy as ever with or without us. The problems, conflict, wars, and all the nonsense will go on long after we aren't.
So say what you have to say. Love who you want to love. Be with the person that completes you. Stop. Stop just for one second and realize, we don't have all the time in the world to love. It's not worth it. Let go of the hate, labels, and bickering because one day, out of the blue...
Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
ACT II
I have been in a creative retreat from writing. Well, maybe not from writing but from posting here on face book.. I just haven't been "in the mood" to deal with some of the characters. Shakespeare spoke of the world being a stage and we merely it's players. I wonder what he would say of the stage that is face book. And, friends, no doubt it is a stage.
Yesterday, my friend, Sal, posted a note that referenced a note he wrote last year at around the same time. It triggered my memory, rewind 2009. Suddenly, it was November of 2008 , and two notes posted from two very different people came to mind. He wrote a note about reaching out to those we loved. I wrote about believing in Santa Claus. We both had a message, and I wondered if anyone took five to read and absorb them. I did.
We are so busy, I know. All the dishes, wash, the floors need scrubbing, there's a tiny spec of dirt on the wall. There's dusting to be done, bills to pay, TV to watch, doing groceries, cooking, and sitting in grid lock traffic. We need to do our hair, nails, go to the mall, and, of course, the gym. "Oh, I'll call her tomorrow.", we think. "I'll stop by next Saturday, and say 'hi'." But, minutes turn into hours, hours into days, days into years; and, then we're gone. Puff.
Face book provides us the opportunity to chat, talk, vent, laugh, and share with our friends and those that aren't but love to stick their nose in our lives anyway. We get to be ourselves or not. We take silly quizzes, play silly games, and we post nonsense on walls. I'm amazed at how seriously some take all the nonsense, and how we dismiss all the important stuff. I'm amazed how frivolous people are and self-absorbed. And, the drama. My goodness, Shakespeare would be amazed at all the drama.
So, here we are,. Doing it all over again. 2009 with all it's flair or lack there of, with all the drama, nonsense, and little specs of dirt that are so insignificant. Have we learned anything from last year? We were given a chance to perform yet another act. Our contract was renewed. Did we do it any better? Or, did we do it all over again, the same, forgetting promises made, and saying "oh, I'll call her tomorrow." Not taking five to just smile or post a heart on someone's wall.
See my friends, this world we live in is a stage; our lives, merely a script produced by the All
Mighty. And, without notice, our final act is written, the curtain drops, and we must take our final bow. Make sure you get a standing ovation because nothing else matters.
The sun rises on another glorious day. She sits silently by her window sipping her coffee. Her memory fades to years gone by; the words that were never said. She smiles and thinks, "what if?"
Yesterday, my friend, Sal, posted a note that referenced a note he wrote last year at around the same time. It triggered my memory, rewind 2009. Suddenly, it was November of 2008 , and two notes posted from two very different people came to mind. He wrote a note about reaching out to those we loved. I wrote about believing in Santa Claus. We both had a message, and I wondered if anyone took five to read and absorb them. I did.
We are so busy, I know. All the dishes, wash, the floors need scrubbing, there's a tiny spec of dirt on the wall. There's dusting to be done, bills to pay, TV to watch, doing groceries, cooking, and sitting in grid lock traffic. We need to do our hair, nails, go to the mall, and, of course, the gym. "Oh, I'll call her tomorrow.", we think. "I'll stop by next Saturday, and say 'hi'." But, minutes turn into hours, hours into days, days into years; and, then we're gone. Puff.
Face book provides us the opportunity to chat, talk, vent, laugh, and share with our friends and those that aren't but love to stick their nose in our lives anyway. We get to be ourselves or not. We take silly quizzes, play silly games, and we post nonsense on walls. I'm amazed at how seriously some take all the nonsense, and how we dismiss all the important stuff. I'm amazed how frivolous people are and self-absorbed. And, the drama. My goodness, Shakespeare would be amazed at all the drama.
So, here we are,. Doing it all over again. 2009 with all it's flair or lack there of, with all the drama, nonsense, and little specs of dirt that are so insignificant. Have we learned anything from last year? We were given a chance to perform yet another act. Our contract was renewed. Did we do it any better? Or, did we do it all over again, the same, forgetting promises made, and saying "oh, I'll call her tomorrow." Not taking five to just smile or post a heart on someone's wall.
See my friends, this world we live in is a stage; our lives, merely a script produced by the All
Mighty. And, without notice, our final act is written, the curtain drops, and we must take our final bow. Make sure you get a standing ovation because nothing else matters.
The sun rises on another glorious day. She sits silently by her window sipping her coffee. Her memory fades to years gone by; the words that were never said. She smiles and thinks, "what if?"
Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
The Eye of the Storm
Have you ever been caught in the midst of a Hurricane? I have. Several times. It's a surreal feeling. The sound of the wind as it tries to burst through the front door. The crashing of outdoor objects as they are hurled through the air. The incredible force of the windows shaking wanting to burst wide open. A bolt of lightening and the world is dark.
It's hard to explain what you feel or think. Your mind kicks into survival mode. Your body tenses up and you just do what needs to be done in a mechanical manner. You wait patiently for the storm to pass, for the earth and heaven to some how come to an agreement, and you pray. It can last hours that seem like an eternity. There is no power, no lights, no modern technology to fall back on. Nothing. There's nothing but you and the universe.
Then, suddenly there is silence. A calm still engulfs you but somehow it does not feel right. You hesitate, you walk to the window, the trees are still. The air is calm. You open the door carefully, you step outside, and look at the gray skies, the mist moist on your skin. In horror you stop. Something is very wrong. You realize that you are standing in the eye of the storm. You hear in the distance the fury of the wind and the sound of the rain. Your heart skips a beat and you rush for cover.
That has been my life this year; and on those quiet, good days, I realize in horror that I am standing in the center of the storm with no one but myself to lean on.
Not to worry, this too shall pass.
It's hard to explain what you feel or think. Your mind kicks into survival mode. Your body tenses up and you just do what needs to be done in a mechanical manner. You wait patiently for the storm to pass, for the earth and heaven to some how come to an agreement, and you pray. It can last hours that seem like an eternity. There is no power, no lights, no modern technology to fall back on. Nothing. There's nothing but you and the universe.
Then, suddenly there is silence. A calm still engulfs you but somehow it does not feel right. You hesitate, you walk to the window, the trees are still. The air is calm. You open the door carefully, you step outside, and look at the gray skies, the mist moist on your skin. In horror you stop. Something is very wrong. You realize that you are standing in the eye of the storm. You hear in the distance the fury of the wind and the sound of the rain. Your heart skips a beat and you rush for cover.
That has been my life this year; and on those quiet, good days, I realize in horror that I am standing in the center of the storm with no one but myself to lean on.
Not to worry, this too shall pass.
Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
The Green Eyed Monster
Sometimes, one has to take a step back to be able to see the forest. We're blind even though we are standing in the thick of the woods, we can't see the forest for the trees. We get too caught up in the minor details that are meaningless and miss the important stuff.
My beef this week is with women. Sorry, ladies but it is. Insecurity, jealousy, envy, guilt, greed, and self-pity. I know that all of these emotions apply equally to men, but it's not men that I have an issue with. Men are men. Easy to figure out, easy to understand, just easy. Women drive me nuts.
I have never, ever been a jealous person. Those that know me and know my history know this to be true. Therefore, it is really difficult for me to understand jealousy. I just don't get it.
I don't get women that are jealous of other women's looks, wealth, relationships, and success. I don't understand women that are so jealous that their husbands cannot have a conversation with another woman. In my opinion, if you cannot trust the man you are with, why are you with him?
I had a conversation with a really good friend of mine about this the other day. I was trying to understand, I just pissed her off more as the conversation went on. She is a jealous woman. Why? I don't know. She's smart, beautiful, and is great to be around. She gets extremely jealous when her boyfriend even looks in the direction of another woman. If there's a beautiful woman, why wouldn't he look? What's wrong with that? If there's a gorgeous man, don't we look? Nothing wrong with that. It's natural.
So, maybe someone can try to explain jealousy to me. I've heard it all. If you are not jealous, you don't love the person. I think it is the opposite. When there is true love, there can't be jealousy or any of those other negative emotions. There just can't be. I'm left pondering, how can jealousy grow where love blooms?
Lucy Tamajon
Writer
My beef this week is with women. Sorry, ladies but it is. Insecurity, jealousy, envy, guilt, greed, and self-pity. I know that all of these emotions apply equally to men, but it's not men that I have an issue with. Men are men. Easy to figure out, easy to understand, just easy. Women drive me nuts.
I have never, ever been a jealous person. Those that know me and know my history know this to be true. Therefore, it is really difficult for me to understand jealousy. I just don't get it.
I don't get women that are jealous of other women's looks, wealth, relationships, and success. I don't understand women that are so jealous that their husbands cannot have a conversation with another woman. In my opinion, if you cannot trust the man you are with, why are you with him?
I had a conversation with a really good friend of mine about this the other day. I was trying to understand, I just pissed her off more as the conversation went on. She is a jealous woman. Why? I don't know. She's smart, beautiful, and is great to be around. She gets extremely jealous when her boyfriend even looks in the direction of another woman. If there's a beautiful woman, why wouldn't he look? What's wrong with that? If there's a gorgeous man, don't we look? Nothing wrong with that. It's natural.
So, maybe someone can try to explain jealousy to me. I've heard it all. If you are not jealous, you don't love the person. I think it is the opposite. When there is true love, there can't be jealousy or any of those other negative emotions. There just can't be. I'm left pondering, how can jealousy grow where love blooms?
Lucy Tamajon
Writer
Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Dear Heart
I am not sure if this relationship is really working out. We've been together for so long, and you always seem to let me down. Every time I have a little bit of hope; every time there seems to be a dream that may come true, you pull the rug right from under me.
I have loved you well. I have been true to my wishes but you lead me astray. I have listened attentively when you've called my name, but only to be disillusioned. I've paid attention during all those love stories from Cinderella to Sleepless in Seattle. I dream of Paris, pink diamonds, and long walks on a beach. I'm not sure you understand at all.
Listen, Heart, I don't know if I can go at this alone for as much pain and anguish that you've cost me; I don't think I can live without you. And, with every tear instead of toughening up, I soften up. I find myself smiling, singing, laughing, and loving more than ever. You tear my world apart, and I want to do away with you. Forget you exist and toss love out the window. Teach you a lesson. But you seem to be a step ahead. When I least expect it, WHAM! I'm on my butt holding you in my hands.
Therefore, I've decided that maybe we should come to some sort of arrangement, an agreement, if you will. Maybe you can just wise up a little. Maybe instead of doing what you want, you can listen to me for once. Maybe, just maybe, you can understand we need to just put this little concept of "love" away and not focus so much on it.
I know what you are thinking all the beautiful memories, the romances, the adventures, and the incredible love I've experienced. I know you are aware of my weakness and thrive on it. You must just sit back and watch me falter and fall knowing fare well that I cave in to the incredible power of love. I know what you are going to tell me that love is not what I perceive but what simply is.
I know that as much as I want to break from you, I cannot because you are all that I am. I guess I am stuck with you and all the silly emotions that you have embedded in me. I just wonder, if I have it in me to trust in you yet again?
Lucy Tamajon
Writer
I have loved you well. I have been true to my wishes but you lead me astray. I have listened attentively when you've called my name, but only to be disillusioned. I've paid attention during all those love stories from Cinderella to Sleepless in Seattle. I dream of Paris, pink diamonds, and long walks on a beach. I'm not sure you understand at all.
Listen, Heart, I don't know if I can go at this alone for as much pain and anguish that you've cost me; I don't think I can live without you. And, with every tear instead of toughening up, I soften up. I find myself smiling, singing, laughing, and loving more than ever. You tear my world apart, and I want to do away with you. Forget you exist and toss love out the window. Teach you a lesson. But you seem to be a step ahead. When I least expect it, WHAM! I'm on my butt holding you in my hands.
Therefore, I've decided that maybe we should come to some sort of arrangement, an agreement, if you will. Maybe you can just wise up a little. Maybe instead of doing what you want, you can listen to me for once. Maybe, just maybe, you can understand we need to just put this little concept of "love" away and not focus so much on it.
I know what you are thinking all the beautiful memories, the romances, the adventures, and the incredible love I've experienced. I know you are aware of my weakness and thrive on it. You must just sit back and watch me falter and fall knowing fare well that I cave in to the incredible power of love. I know what you are going to tell me that love is not what I perceive but what simply is.
I know that as much as I want to break from you, I cannot because you are all that I am. I guess I am stuck with you and all the silly emotions that you have embedded in me. I just wonder, if I have it in me to trust in you yet again?
Lucy Tamajon
Writer
Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2009
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