May 29, 2014

A post for Luna

    Well, since Ms. Luna Lablue was kind enough to put me to this (no problem, I'll "pay" you back soon ...when you least expect it), I will answer her questions.
    And just so you know it, I feel like someone who's asked to sing/speak in public, someone whose worst fear is performing in front of a bunch of people...
    This makes me think of something that Seinfeld said in one of his sketches:  "people's number one fear is public speaking. Number two is death. " 

   Maybe this gives you an idea of how embarrassed I feel, Ms. Luna Lablue :)


        Now..



1. How tall are you? 

   CM





2. When was the last time you cried and why?

Last Saturday - that time of the month :)

 
3. What do you think of people?

They're really cool...until you get to know them.


4. What is your happiest memory?

Pregnancy test.


5. What is your favorite television show?

I don't watch TV...does channel hopping count?


6. What is your favorite meme? (example please)

Oh come on, I just learned the word.


7. Who do you wish was your celebrity BFF?

 Alive or dead? Johnny Depp...Oh no! Eeehhh...Charlize Theron. And that's final.


8. What is the worst illness or injury you have ever experienced? 

Does heartache count?


9. How has it changed you?

I got a blog out of that;) 


10. What is the weirdest quirk you think you have?  

I tend to count the letters in words while talking...Wait..that's OCD, right? :) 


  11. What or who inspires you? 

Freedom of self. 

      Wait a minute...do I have to do the same now ?:) 
  

May 25, 2014

Sex in the city of the 30 something woman

    What does it take to ruin a relationship? Correction: relationshit?
I'll tell you: a supposed raised voice, a fight over who raised voice higher, few hours away from each other, one glass of wine too many, driving few meters without a license and finally, a very big fight over who loves less.

And, if all this happens on a Saturday, you got yourself a screwed up weekend.

    Ok, let's start with the beginning.
Once upon a time ...actually 13 months and 6 days ago there was a girl who was going through the worst time of her life because the man who thought to be the love of her life left her in a sea of sadness.
    So, she did what she could to survive.  That included going out every weekend and writing on her blog.
Until one night, after way too many drinks, the girl decided to have sex with a younger guy...9 years younger. And so she did...for about 3 months: each day, every day, few times a day. 
But one day, when the sex was over, reality stroke and the boy and girl took a better look at each other. And what they saw was...surprising. They saw they were...different. 

      So they took another look and then another...And finally, they started asking themselves some questions: was it really love? was it lust? what was left when the sex was over? 
What could come of this? 
The end. :)

     Can an emotionally screwed up 30 something woman and an inexperienced 20 something boy make it work?  The answer? Why the hell are you looking at me for? :)


   
   Some women use their free time to do their hair, their nails or simply do some guy. 
In the last two days I used mine for a SEX AND THE CITY marathon. I never get tired of it. I must have seen it few hundred times, but each time it's like seeing it first.

   I was actually in my 20's when I first saw it and now it's quite interesting how different my perspective is. 

  I was in the story as the 20 something girl that was about to invade the 30 something women's world.
   Now I'm a 30 something woman and I finally understand what they're talking about:) I completely relate to them and I describe myself as a Carrie, but with less sexual partners. Ok, lot less. And without the sex column. But with a blog...that sometimes talks about sex.

   And going back to my question about the older woman and the younger stud..I now know who I actually am: I'm Samantha. Not the one who uses men as sex toys, but the one who gives in to Smith. 
  Without offending anyone, I strongly believe that couples where the age difference is in "favor" of the woman and that actually succeed in building anything together are really exceptions. Or who knows? Maybe it's harder when he's in his 20's.  Or maybe, like my mother says: the first 30 years are the most difficult. 

  So the answer is: I'll wait til he grows up...:)




    

May 10, 2014

Anger management

      Hi, my name is Lexy Gray and, besides the numerous problems and issues I've developed lately, I have a major one : anger (management). 

I was told recently that I am easily irritable. I punched the person in the face - who's irritable??? ok, it's not that bad, I just imagined myself doing it like in an episode of Ally McBeal.
    Of course, just like any other normal person ( despite everything, I still believe I am), I started asking myself questions : is it me?
   am I letting everything get to me? 
   am I aggressive for no reason? 
   have I been repressing things that need to get out now? 
   have I punched enough people in the face? guess not ;)

   So, first thing : I admit I have a problem. I do get annoyed quite easily.

Second: I am curious about the cause. Is it something I got after Bob or something the KID passed on to me? 
   Remember the KID? The cute bearded sex machine who got me out of my misery? Well, he's a Millennial, a true representative of Generation Y. But hey, come to think of it, so am I. This could be a problem.
   
   If you're not familiar with the term (though I strongly doubt it), a Millennial is a person
born approximately between 1980 and 1995 (depending on the country...). 
What are their traits?


1- "Tech-Savvy: Generation Y grew up with technology and rely on it to perform their jobs better."
Well, I'm more technology (addict) than he is - first thing I do before/while peeing is check out my blog views on the smartphone, so 1 for me, 0 for him.

2 - Family-Centric: I have a baby, no husband - He wants twins and a wife. And he's only 24!  When I was 24, all I could think of was having as much fun as possible and make enough money to no longer need my parents! Oh, and sex of course ;) 1 for him, 0 for me on this one.

3 - Achievement-Oriented: yes yes! he wants everything and he wants it now! I was more of a "there's still time" kinda girl. Let's have coffee for now! 
I did achieve things, but there's always room for more, right? But hey, here's another one for him.

4- Team-Oriented: aaahhhh, not this Millennial! It takes more than 1 to make a team :)
 I, on the other hand have learned to do so...in time. 1 for me, nada for him.

5- Attention-Craving: hell, yes! the aforementioned website says : "Generation Y craves attention in the forms of feedback and guidance." I agree on the feedback, but guidance. ...Eeeeehhhhh! He listens to nobody but himself and if I could spend 25 hours a day with him, then he'd be happy. So, let's grant him another point here.

     At the end of this, who's more Millennial? the KID, of course!

  But wait a minute, it doesn't say anything about Millennials getting on older people's nerves! Yeah, you got it! I'm the "older people"! 
    It doesn't say anything about Millennials being easily irritable or raising their voice to make themselves heard, or not letting other people speak nor listen to other people when they're convinced they're right...
   Even writing this makes me angry...so maybe, just maybe, when you live surrounded by this, you tend to become yourself easily irritable. Or you tend to raise your voice to others, not necessarily cause you want to dominate, but...just because.
I'm not saying this is good, no! kids don't try this at home!

   Believe or not, I am quite calm, for few minutes at least, when "discussing" with my better half.  When those few minutes pass, I go and break things: 
  • cans - easily breakable if they hit the floor hard enough. Peas, corn, whatever...But since I'm the one who cleans after, I kinda gave up on doing this.
  • old mugs - usually I consciously choose the ugly ones. I ran out recently, now I only have really nice ones...Damn!
  Once a few things are turned to pieces, it's all shiny, birds and flowers
and making plans with our new house that looks like this for now:
future kitchen of my dreams, now looks like Baghdad
The fact that the house looks like this could be the main reason for anger. From what I'm told, it should all end in a month..tops! but we all know what that means coming from construction workers...at least in my country...2 months of course! Eeeeerrrrr!

IMPORTANT: the braking takes place when Kidzilla is not at home. Somehow I magically turn to Tooth Fairy (or a fairy anyway) and everything works out fine.
   
   So, do I really have a problem? Am I really bad at anger management? I'd say, as long as I'm out of vegetable cans and ugly mugs, I'm safe. How about you?



May 4, 2014

Mi casa es su casa

   Oh yes, it's here, it's now, it's happening : I am owner of a house - my name is on the sale contract as sole beneficiary.
Oh wait! Actually, a week ago I started braking things in a house that is currently owned by my bank, but in 30 years (and monthly payments), the bank will be nice enough to leave it to me.
Not my real house ...:(

Finally, those 6 hours of tough negotiation have paid off and I succeeded in making the (ex) owner sign the sale contract. Come to think of it, I never would have got to signing anything if it wasn't for the KID. Or better yet, if Bob hadn't left me for the illiterate peasant. Or even better, if I hadn't allowed the KID in my life. In the end, it doesn't really matter whose "fault" that was; all that matters is that I have a house to call home with all my heart.

The feeling of overwhelming and fulfillment however lasted only for a heartbeat, cause the moment I put my name on that paper, the money started going...away.

   First there was the broker who wouldn't stop telling me to put money on the account I was about to open. But shouldn't the bank give me the money and not the other way around? Oh well...a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

  Then there's the notary who makes a 15 minute appearance and leaves with 2000 euros from me and almost 4000 from the seller. I look at this guy and I see Linda freakin' Evangelista.



Then there's the real estate agent. Man, she really worked hard for the money! I think this had to be the most difficult transaction of her life, we were her worst clients ever. She's gonna need therapy, I'm sure, but I ain't paying for it.

Ask me how I celebrated...just ask me! 
 ....aaaahhhh don't ask!

The bad side is that I had one of the usual "matches" with the KID. The good side is that I ordered 50 euros worth of sushi. ...Mmmmhhhh yummy!



       Then..the next day I got people coming over to start the renovations. 
At first I was reasonable and thought about tearing down 2 walls, but meanwhile, things have changed a bit...a bit more...so I tore down 6 walls. What? It's still reasonable! And I need my space, damn it! 
  I know! you must be wondering how the house is still standing if the crazy woman is tearing down that many walls? The answer...the only answer is: I HAVE NO IDEA!

Next on the agenda - plumber.  Another day, another dollar. In my case, another toilet/ pipe, another dollar.

     And let's not forget the main pleasure: the grid! 
The electrician that's currently dealing with it said it was a joy - the worst shit he ever saw in his life. The guys that set it up to begin with were either high on something when they did it, or not electricians. That says it all, I think.

   Fortunately, I have someone I can count on to deal with all this: my KID. He's got the age, the knowledge, the patience, the energy, the psyche, the drive to handle everything. 

 We're only one month away from building our nest - a nest for 3 with a pool. That damn pool that I won't be using this year due to lack of finances. And NO, I'm not happy about it , I'm sulking.



 So, for now, most of the money goes on the above.
Luckily, I won't have to spend on furniture, except for the kitchen. Just like an angry wife, I'll "clean" out the house for Bob when I leave. KID thought about taking out the windows too, but hey, I'm not a monster:)



   And ending in a positive note, I am proud to say that I'm writing on a screenplay. Or I WAS,  cause, as you can see, lately writing has been at the bottom of my activity list. I even wanted to enter a script contest, but, since I only learned about it 5 days before deadline (minimum 110 pages required) and I know nothing about editing, writing, formatting a script, I thought I'd give it a go next year or maybe next script contest I find in the nearest future.

PS: lately my blog was constantly visited by someone from Russia. Don't know if it's a fan, or stalker, if it's only one person, or a whole family, but THANK YOU. In case you're a spamming robot, get the f#%$k away from here :)