Hate/Love relationship with pantyhose

My love/hate relationship with stockings,aka pantyhose. There is a general rule in the winter...and contrary to what the media and weather channel have tried to convince me...its still Winter  here in NY when its 48 degrees. Anyway the general rule is ...in winter wear darker or opaque stockings... in summer and spring sheer panty hose are the norm or nude legs. Now I only say this to the young lady..."S" who refused to wear a dress today in a show of solidarity citing "cold weather and lack of matching footwear" (yes people I am using this time to personally jab my friend in the eye).

Now moving on, to my love/hate relationship. Now I love pantyhose..especially sheer ones..they just bring a more refined, smooth look to any pair of legs. However my hate comes in the form of their inability to consistently carry a proper fit. Today I spent 30 minutes of my life I will never get back stretching out a two pairs of stockings in order to have these bad boys go past my knees. I want to know is it possible that they could pre stretch the darn thing so I wont have to stand on the heel of the contraption and pull the top with the little strength I possess before eating breakfast. I used to think it was just me, maybe its my height or weight....but no...its not cause I am not the only woman who experiences this.  So that leads me to brand shopping. I have been going about trying different brands of pantyhose to figure out what works for me.

So far Just my Size has won the first 2 rounds. They carry this "everyday pantyhose" line that are made for everyday wear. I may have balked at the ridiculous (there I go again) price of $3.29 for one pair of stockings (excluding tax ofcourse), but I got 7 wears out of it and a wash without tearing....I have to say I am impressed. However the price still has me clutching my purse...and I am a girl who is used to paying 99 cents for stockings at the Family Dollar or Kmart stores,  so when you tell me to pay triple that amount you can see I will still be looking around. So tomorrow I will be testing out Brown Sugar by Leggs. Lets see if they can win my little heart...for $1.29 they dont look too bad.

Anyway I wont torture you guys anymore about my relationship with stockings...but I just want to say this...."S"..this would be going down in my book! *waves finger @ u*

 

Never say Never

Like every other person out there things changes....desires, wants, needs, feels, and beliefs atler with time, age and experience. Today I am reflecting on things I used to think or want and changes.

I used to say:

 I will never have kids.....that was until I met someone that made me want them

I will never have an online journal for others to see....as you can see that went out the door this year...I still am private enough to censure myself, however this is as open as I have ever been with the public

I will never let someone make me cry....shrugs* shit happens and emotions are powerful

I will never have a pet...besides gold fishes.....lately pets dont seem that bad, or maybe thats my loneliness speaking..maybe in a few yrs I will get a dog or a cat...but I stand by my rule..no pets in my bedroom and definately not on my bed

 

But I do have alot other "Never's" that havent been broken...not yet that is

Never date a man who doesnt believe in God

Never forget to be selfish (knowing me..that would be easy..but as I explain to other's my selfishness is never at the cost of other's happiness)

Never place yourself in toxic situations (let go of those people who are harmful to your health...that includes mental health)

Never forget family comes first...you can curse them out in private but in public we are united

Never forget what you stand for...dont let another person tell you who you are and how you should behave

Never be afraid to do it yourself...being alone is better than having company you dont want (alone isnt always lonely)

 

 

 

 

Death of Chivalry...is it our fault ladies?

I am being told..right now in my right ear ( on the phone) that we...the women of this world need to protest the Death of Chivalry. Last night I spent most of the night talking about this subject. I got the opinion of two women and two men on what they thought happened to Chivalry.  And sadly they almost all agreed that women had a part to play in the massacre of this art.

They believe that when women started acting like men, putting up their dukes towards a man, forgetting that a man needs to feel like a man that they stopped seeing us as Ladies and just as females (opposite of male but to be treated the same as any other human). Now now ladies don't get your panties in a bunch we are not to take the entire blame. Men too have thrown some rocks at our friend Chivalry . But it makes me wonder...did chivalry die when the feminist movement arrived. Did us demanding to have the same perks (aka rights) as men cause us to lose our other perks that come along with having boobs.   But as many of my folks told me...Chivalry is not dead...just "dormant"....so lets try to resurrect it people.

Today your ta is to do something Chivalrous...aimed towards men and women...doesnt matter....I like to be chivalrous to my men also....my men = male species in general.

And for those of you who may be having with the definition....chivalry is exemplified by little acts of courtesy and deference. So ladies if it means opening a store door for a man today..do it...and gentlemen if that means standing up from your seat when a lady leaves or enters the room...by all means make her feel like a woman...feminine and sweet and she will stroke your masculinity to the top...lmao okay maybe that was a bit sexual. *shrugs* But you have to admit..it was funny. lol

 

reposted* Death of Chivalry (lets bow our heads)

Its so crazy to think Chivalry is dead....but sometimes it does feel that way. Like its been hunted down and slaughtered by inattentive men who wouldn't know that the woman walks in first through the door while you hold it open from the back.

The Death of Chivalry is a widely talked about subject among the fairer sex. We mourn its extinction, the same way we cheered for Angela Bassett when she burned the bastard's things in his car with that infamous Waiting to Exhale scene.....we mourn it in Unity. Because we all feel the lost. Sometimes I crave for Chivalry's comeback....I crave to be offered someone else's jacket against the cold, to have my car door opened first... to be lead through a crowded room with the feel of warm hands on the small of my back, to get that "Call me when you arrive to let me know you are home safe".

*calls out dramatically* CHIVALRY! where art thou CHIVALRY!

Maybe I am over reacting...I have experienced chivalry in pockets of gestures offered . Like a friend of mine who always insists of walking on the outer edge of the pavement, providing a barrier between me and the road or another who never fails to stand up from his seat and offer me it soon as I walk in a room. So maybe all is not lost. But why must I only experience pockets...small infrequent unrelated events.

I broached this subject tonight because I saw in someone's else's profile they hated the Death of Chivalry...and I then began to remember I am still in mourning for this lost art....display of kindness and masculinity.

 

the Death of Chivalry (lets bow our heads)

Its so crazy to think Chivalry is dead....but sometimes it does feel that way. Like its been hunted down and slaughtered by inattentive men who wouldn't know that the woman walks in first through the door while you hold it open from the back.

The Death of Chivalry is a widely talked about subject among the fairer sex. We mourn its extinction, the same way we cheered for Angela Bassett when she burned the bastard's things in his car with that infamous Waiting to Exhale scene.....we mourn it in <SPAN id=sp-3 title=" unity .Because, unity. Because, unity.Be cause, unity.Beca use, unity, punditry, unit" style="BACKGROUND: url(undefinedimages/bg_spellingErr.gif) yellow repeat-x left bottom; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; COLOR: #000" _backupTitle="null"> we all feel the lost. Sometimes I crave for Chivalry's comeback....I crave to be offered someone else's jacket against the cold, to have my car door opened first... to be lead through a crowded room with the feel of warm hands on the small of my back, to get that "Call me when you arrive to let me know you are home safe".

*calls out dramatically* CHIVALRY! where art thou CHIVALRY!

Maybe I am over reacting...I have experienced chivalry in pockets of gestures offered . Like a friend of mine who always insists of walking on the outer edge of the pavement, providing a barrier between me and the road or another who never fails to stand up from his seat and offer me it soon as I walk in a room. So maybe all is not lost. But why must I only experience pockets...small infrequent unrelated events.

I broached this subject tonight because I saw in someone's else's profile they hated the Death of Chivalry...and I then began to remember I am still in mourning for this lost art....display of kindness and masculinity.

 

The Tide-to-Go girl

I went to dinner @ one of my favorite restaurants Sugar Cane this week, I haven't treated myself out to a sit down, be served a decadent meal by handsome waiters type dinner in a long time . It felt good. In fact I indulged in another favorite...my Real Simple magazine (www.realsimple.com). Which should be every organized person's bible in my opinion.  I think in life we come across "favorites" , things that bring a smile to ur face, or just simply makes life easier.

While eating a bowl of callalo (which is dark green in color), some fell on my shirt (baby pink). In two seconds flat I looked like Kelly Ripa in a Tide commercial, I pulled out my Tide-to-Go and poof it was gone. I know I know...u never think that stuff works. But it does and I love it. So it goes in my "favorites basket". So if I really had to put all my favorites in a basket it would hold...a copy of a Real Simple magazine, fish cakes , callalo and macoroni pie from Sugar Cane, bottle of Ginger Shandy, Tynenol 3, cheezy romance from Brenda Jackson, an electric blanket and a pair of velour sweats.

So now I ask you what would your favorite basket hold?

 

 

found a buddy

I found a study buddy...this woman who graduated with me and I worked with on a previous project some months ago. She is also getting ready to write her exam. I am so excited. Two days a week....however she is in Queens so it may be a travel to see her. But I am willing and able.

My fishcakes were so good last night...I am being called to make an encore....a second batch...I may have to run to the grocery store to do that. But since its mid day and I am still in my PJs I dont see that happening anytime soon.

Anyway I am off to get dressed and look human again....