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- hello Desiree Hackett
- Username: FreeSpiritDiva
- In response to: "What do you do on the side?" When I'm not blogging, I'm a Yarn Goddess, making crafty things via crochet, knitting, or looming :))
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FreeSpiritDiva's latest answers
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- I Avoid The Bad Ones But Can't Decide Which Good Ones To Keep
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I'm indecisive about men and/or the types of people I'm attracted to.
Of course I have men I am DEFINITELY attracted to and some I am decidedly unattracted to, but there are things I appreciate in some people that I don't find attractive, at all, in others. I used to think that I have a "type", but I don't really, except I think, so called, "bad boys/girls" are bad news and I have absolutely no tolerance for anyone who thinks being rude makes them a bad-ass or not returning my calls makes them worth the chase, or who lack a simple grasp of the English language, particular when using "big words" or when writing. All I do know is that I love getting the attention of a person with a great smile and a great sense of humor, everything else about them is gravy, if it's good, unnecessary additives, if it's bad.
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- Halloween: You Can Run But You Can't Hide
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I'm really not a fan of Halloween but sometimes we have to participate in things we really don't want to...
I celebrate Halloween because I have children. If I didn't have kids, I wouldn't celebrate Halloween.
I'm not really a fan of playing dress-up. I couldn't even get into "role-playing" when I was married. The only exception to this rule is when I have the pleasure of acting on the stage, in which case, I'm all for dressing the part.
It's next to impossible to go anywhere on Halloween because kids are running all over the city streets, in every part of town. So, escape is not an option. It's actually a case of "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em" so that my kids don't feel left out by all the kids coming to our door and by all of their friends getting all the candy.
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- Ten Things I Love About Myself or This Is Why I'm Hot
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Because I've been going through a rough time, these past three months, a few people have actually accused me of having low self-esteem and maybe that's why I haven't been able to find a job. But, let me tell you. That couldn't be farther from the truth!
My good heart:
Despite the fact that this tends to make me a push-over, in all actuality, this enables me to show compassion, even for people who I cannot stand. I can not NOT help someone in need, regardless of how much I despise them. Most times, this has actually helped me make friends out of enemies.
My smile:
My smile helps me put myself and those around me, at ease.
My sense of humor:
I can be as corny as a typical school-age kid or as twisted and/or poignant as Kat Williams. I like making others laugh and I truly appreciate it when others can make me laugh through the usual tears of my life. Yeah, life sucks. But, the silver lining is in the fact that there is something hilarious in all the bullcrap, even if you have to dig to find it.
My wits:
I find that there are times when I am at my best when random crap gets thrown at me and I only have moments in which to react to it. Another thing I am good at is helping others, using my wits. I love brainstorming on a moments notice (so long as we are not talking life or death scenarios).
My feminine charms:
I may wear the feminist label but, every once in a while, I am not above "being a girl" if it means "mission accomplished", later. I'm jus' sayin'...
My good nature:
I know sometimes people offend because they speak or act without fully thinking their actions through. It's my ability to turn the other cheek and laugh "with them" that has saved the day on many occasions (especially when I could have gotten somebody fired for their ridunkulousness).
My singing voice:
I'm damn good, but I try to be modest about it. I'm no Whitney Houston, after all. (I know, sad but true LOL).
My intellect:
Don't get me started. Bringing intelligent conversation to me, even if all I can do is listen, is like bringing crack to a party hosted by Whitney Houston. I can't get enough of it. I spend hours researching topics of interest so that I may speak, debate and/or write intelligently about them. Even if those topics never come up in casual conversation, I now have a mental arsenal to arm myself when I am somewhere and asked to just start talking (yes, that actually happens to me).
My style:
I try to get outside the norm, just enough to establish my own unique look, but I keep it classy so that I don't appear untouchable. They don't call me Diva for nothing.
My ability to make lemonade out of lemons:
Of course, some days it's easier said than done, but I pride myself on being a fixer and taking situations that look bad and manipulating them to my own or the advantage of those who need my help. I'm still hoping that I can make lemonade out of my current financial situation, though that's not looking too good at this point.
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- Messages To My 16-Year-Old Self
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When I was young, I did have a few strong people in my life who came and went and offered me wonderful advice. But there are some things they didn't tell me about; things I wish I had known before I grew up and left home...
What would I say to my 16-year-old self?
I'd say a lot.
I would tell myself to please, don't believe anything a man says and only trust in his actions if they are consistent; extremely consistent.
I would tell myself to be careful who you make friends with. It's alright to be nice to everyone, but not everyone who is nice to you actually wants to be your real friend.
I would tell myself to never stop working, even if I became a mother. So much time away from the work-force will make it impossible for you to care for your family because you lack current experience on new equipment or because organizations are concerned that you will quit at any time because of your children.
Forget "Prince Charming"; he doesn't exist. Be able to take care of yourself before you concern yourself with having a man around to rescue you.
Avoid getting married, all together, if you can. Live happily ever after, but you don't need that government-sanctioned piece of paper. People change when that paper turns their relationship into a commodity and when you decide you don't want it anymore, it will turn nasty, bitter, and ugly and make you wonder if it was really worth it, at all. Remember, the relationship will be worth the time you spend, but that government-sanctioned document...not so much.
I would tell myself to finish college and get that degree, do it before the first baby comes. Don't let your mother talk you out of going to college.
Don't lower your standards to appease others. They will end up raising theirs and they will tell you to kick rocks because you no longer measure up.
Fight for yourself, even if it means losing friends or losing some man. Both will come and go, like the river flows. But, once you've lost your self-respect, that is almost impossible to get back.
Trust in yourself. Just because others have advice, doesn't mean it's good advice. Sometimes, they are trying to get you to lower your guard or lower your standards so that they can control you.
Be yourself, even when it means turning others off. People who love you for who you truly are will stick around, knowing and understanding your moods and insecurities. People who don't don't deserve to know you, anyway.
Lastly, I would finally tell myself to continue to love and respect yourself. Nobody else will ever love and respect you as much as you will ever love and respect yourself. It may be lonely sometimes, even when you are on the eve of your 40th birthday, but so long as you love yourself and so long as you respect yourself, nobody can ever break you, because you will always have the fortitude to fight back.
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- This Diva Likes It Hot
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I love chocolate, I love cake, and I love ice cream. I've been known to wipe out an extra large bag of Doritos in one sitting, if given the opportunity. But nothing puts the comfort in "comfort food", for me, like hot, spicy, buffalo wings.
My favorite comfort food is hot wings.
I'm not sure why that is.
As far as my wings go, "the hotter, the better" I always say.
Each little drummy or wing is so tiny, it's like this little burst of spicy in every bite. You would think eating spicy food would make me uncomfortable, making hot wings the complete opposite of comfort food.
I haven't had hot wings in a long while and just now realized how much I miss them.
The first thing I plan to do, as soon as I get a real bona fide paycheck is go out and get me the biggest plate of hot wings I can curl up with.
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