365 Valentines

In my quest for love as a single woman in Miami, I have decided that everyday will be Valentine’s Day for the next year.

I remember when I was little in school we used to give Valentine’s Day cards. Didn’t you love getting them? Wasn’t it fun? I loved making valentines out of red paper and passing them out. I loved the sweet hearts with the messages. I loved the pretty chocolate hearts. I loved the feeling of love.

I have thought about Valentine’s Day a lot this year. I have decided that everyday should be Valentine’s Day. Why should we only say “I love you” on Valentine’s Day? Why should we only give Valentine’s Day Cards on Valentine’s Day? Why can’t we love, share our love, and give love every day?

Today, I will go out and buy 365 Valentine’s Day cards and for the next 365 days I will pass out these cards to everyone. I will send one Valentine’s Day e-mail a day. Those I love. Those I know. Those I don’t.

Therefore, do not be surprised if in the middle of July, while you are sitting by the pool, sipping a cool refreshing drink, you get a Valentine’s Card from yours truly.

Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2009

My Secrets to Looking Young

I am often asked, "how do you keep yourself looking so great?", or "young?"... Of course, I am always, always flattered and very grateful for the compliment. Well, I thought I share some of my secrets.

Diet

You not only eat "like a bird" but eat what birds eat; i.e, twigs, leaves, dirt, fungus, and; of course, the occasional worm... but, only for your protein intake and if you feel really light headed and are fearful you will pass out.

Drinking

everyone says drinking makes them fat! Not at all... here are the "Skinny drinks"

Skinny Margarita - Tequila with a twist of lime. (No salt! You'll puff like a blow fish)

Skinny Martini - Vodka with an olive.

Skinny Whiskey sour - Whiskey, no sour, on the rocks.

Skinny Cosmo - Vodka with a tiny splash of sugar-free cranberry

Skin Care

When you go to your favorite cosmetic counter, ask for:anti-aging, anti-sagging, anti-wrinkle, firming, lifting, smoothing, retinole-infused, SPF 65, colleagen, botaflin, Vitamin E & C, antioxidant, brightening, spot reducing, I don't want to look like Joan Rivers or Goldie Hawn cream. :o)

StarbucksI love starbucks - No it's not fatting! Order:Vente, soy-latte, non-fat, sugar-free vanilla (I live on the edge!), NO WHIP CREAM! Please.

Exercise
Sex

Entertainment
-Don't take yourself too seriously, be happy in your own skin (wrinkles, sags, and all), and laugh often.

Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2009

Mornings

I love mornings. The quietness of waking up at the touch of the sunrise. There is a silence and peace that fills your every fiber. I do not use an alarm clock, I wake up when I wake up; when the universe tells me, “it’s time to start doing it all over again. Today, you have a brand new start.” I do this every day. I live for the minute.

This morning there is an incredible peace in my home. The windows and glass sliding doors are opened; my boys are sleeping; the coffee is on and the aroma is delicious; there are no sounds, but the sound of the sunshine, and the warmth of the peace within. I am grateful that all the characters in my head are still dormant and that I am able to sort out the clutter before they awake.

Mornings are not meant for mayhem but to reflect on the day ahead. I wish all love and peace today. Let’s open our minds and our hearts and create a beautiful world together.

Have a Strawberry of a Day

Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2009

The Bar Scene

Listen, I like men. Honestly, you can say, I love men. Everything about them is awesome. This is, I guess, my curse. Therefore, this is not about men bashing, male bashing, or whatever you want to call it. This is about some curious observations I have made; and, have had no other recourse but to reach the conclusion that men are idiots.I've really kept an open mind about this. Believe it or not, I am a sensible person. I weigh all the facts, take all the variables under consideration, and analysize before reaching a conclusion.

For example. I do not understand why men think that approaching a woman at a bar when they are intoxicated, drooling, and slurring their words would be attractive to us. Now, again, keeping the above formula in mind, I am open minded.

So the guy stumbles and sometimes falls over on his way to approach me, I look down at my feet at the idiot attempting to pick himself up, and sigh. He approaches me. Here's the conversation:"geye.. ma name sshis Joam.." after saying "what?" three times, I deduce he is saying, "Hi, my name is Jim." I hand him a napkin, "here," I say, "you are drooling.".. "Sanks" I turn away, hoping he'll leave, of course, he doesn't. Then he tries to charm me... I sigh some more. "gan I suy joo ace grink?" Again, after saying "what?" three times, I decifer.. "Can I buy you a drink?"

The conversation goes on until he just looses total control of his focus and is rescued by yet another speech impaired friend... "joory... ge'sh ad shoe nuch shoe grink. "What?... three times.. solve the puzzle. "Sorry, he's had too much to drink." NO SHIT, Sherlock! I smile and try to be nice, but man ... sometimes.

Now, how about some of the great pick up lines I've heard, and let me tell you... I've heard quite a few. But, here are some for the record book. Mind you these are "openers".

"Hi, do you eat?" My response, "if I'm hungry." What the heck?"

"Hi, I've been single for 2 years." My response, "congratulations." Again, what the heck?

"Hi, what kind of guy are you looking for?" My response, "one that doesn't slurr his speech."

"Hi, are you really here to watch the game?" My response, "well, seeing how this is a Sports Bar with a giant TV which I'm sitting in front of and there is a game on..." Again???

"Hi, are you a Marine?" ... "Do I look like a Marine?" Again????

I can't even been to imagine where he was going with that one, but for the love! Guys, really, what in the world is in your skull?? What happens up there is beyond me.

I don't understand. I just don't get it.

Exit! Right!

PS. This article was published at the SavvyTimes

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It Just Slipped My Mind

A friend of mine has been asking me to write about some of my dating experiences. She particularly likes this one. I fail to see the humor, but hey... she laughs her head off everytime she hears the story. This one is for all the single ladies out there willing to take a chance. Cheers!

I recently met a very “nice” man at work related event for sake of the story we’ll call him “M”. When we met, it was on a business level and we obviously discussed doing business together. We actually went to a couple of workshops and networking events all work related. He seemed "normal".

One day he asked to meet me for coffee to discuss some business things. I met him and we had good conversation and actually did discuss business. He later called and asked me out to dinner. At this point, I hesitated on the invitation, but he was very non-threatening and very friendly so I agreed.

We met at a local restaurant. I noticed that the conversation starts taking a more personal tone. At this point, I have to stop and think for a second. M had told me all about his so called life, he had three children, where he lived, about his neighbors, about his work. I knew what he did for a living and about his partners. He told me about his brother-in-law and some problems he was having at work. We discussed retirement planning and protection for his family. He even told me about his dog. M did not wear a wedding ring and never mentioned a wife. I assumed he was divorced.

Then that little voice inside of me was so loud I could not ignore it, and I looked at M, and asked; “M, are you married?” He looked at me, smiled, and as if I had asked, “Did you pick up milk yesterday on your way home?” He said, “Oh, yes. I have a wife.” He grinned like that cat that just ate the canary and was caught in the act. In complete awe, I said, “Were you planning on telling me?” I waited for his response, I just could not imagine what he would say and then I was just left with my jaw hanging opened, “We were having such a nice time. It just slipped my mind.”

Exit Right. Next!

Welcome to My World

Here I am. My own blog by popular demand and in an effort to keep my sanity or lack there of in check.

The creative mind is an incredible thing. I completely understand why Emily Dickenson went into deep seclusion for her entire adult life. Sylvia Plath stuck her head in an oven. VanGogh cut off his ear in an effort to be understood. I get it. The creative mind is a lonely place. Not that I can compare nor do I dare to compare myself with these masterminds, but the creative mind is very misunderstood.

My post today on myface was just out of control. I received numerous e-mails, instant messaging, and even phone calls about it. "It's hysterical! Write more." Or, "Wow that was great! Start your own blog." I can barely keep up with the e-mails and notifications! I am very grateful and humbled.

Let me just warn everyone that I write what I feel and what I think. I am what I am, always. I just say what is on my mind and in my heart. I welcome all opinions and all comments; especially those that disagree with me. It is through the people that are most unlike us that we learn the most from. Therefore, I am grateful for all your comments.

I am not politically correct, and I refuse to be. I will never be disrespectful nor will I insult anyone. I believe that we are all spiritual beings. I believe in love. I believe in self expression.

Having said all this, welcome to my world. Hold on to your hats...you are in for a bumpy ride!

Love & Peace