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I am A Mother not an Alien...really

Few days ago I remembered how I use to see mothers with children. I was 20 and I had way too much selfconfidence. Those women were so far away from me, kind of like aliens. They were in rush all the time, running late everywhere, falling asleep during meetings, they returned 3 times back to the office basically forgetting the basic things, anxiously searching in theirs huge handbags while diapers and cookies were most frequent things they have found there. In the evening they never went with us to any party. They were working well, they just didn’ t enjoy it as deep as we did. We were willing to sleep in the office, they were nervously watching clock running home as soon as they had a chance.

I was just silly and naïve bimbo. If they thought I am arrogant, I could not blame them. What impression do I make today?

First of all: I often look like walking zombie! Getting up every day latest at 6:30. Me… who hardly ever got out of sheets before eleven during weekends. I haven’ t slept for 5 years now. 5 yearss!!!!!!

My life can be described as hunting the time. Also as switching only two chanels … kid ...work…kid…work. I am home with her, but they calling me from work that some highly important package didn’ t arrive into its destination and I am suppose to fix that. Before I realize who is the person on the phone I am trying to update my memory and put it onto the sence. He must think I am crazy!

Where is my book with notes, names, phone numbers…dammit. Where is it?! Got it…hurray…at the same moment I am noticing that my child just climbed on the window or that is dangerously hanging on the playground swing. Where is my concentration? Or I am trying to use my force to get frozen fish out of freezer, phone is getting ridiculously prolonged and I am running out of time that I promised myself I will take to sit down and draw horses or put together car races in the middle of living room with my child.
That’s the most important, but also I cant leave and not prepare any lunch (and dinner at once) for my babyssiter to give to my child.

I will be late again for a meeting! And I didn’ t finish my translations yet. OH laundry is still in the washmachine. And what I wanted to wear is not ironed. Dammit. Phone again. This time not as pleasant one, person on the other line is screaming at me and I am trying to explain to him details while my child is yelling: “Mamiiiiii ,don’ t be on the phone…..mamiiiiii!” while hugging my leg.
On the meeting I am trying to find something nervously in my huge handbag. Of course without any luck, instead the floor hit plastic toy and cookies. After 20 minuts I got to feel last night when I didn’ t get much sleep cause little one has cough and even thought I am trying my best…my head is climbing and my eyes are closed. Coleage handed me over a natural coffein pill, it will kick you back to alive mode ..…he said.
He was looking at me kindly…..or did I see in his eyes something about aliens????

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Maledetta Primavera

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I' ll Never Give You Up Itch

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Something Stupid

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What Do I Know About It?

Ok so to be a regular blogger you need to write regulary. Which is hard to do without reflecting your actuall living situation into your articles. People like it, they think it is fun as they read about others people mysery. Well, except those, who you actually write about. But I got hated for that so many times I cant get bothered anymore. If you play with the fire you get burned now and then. And you knew that from the beginning. Yes, I am politically incorrect. On the other hand I am giving these persons feeling of being special.....that I am taking time to write about them stories, that since their reflecting some real facts, very often they are being exgagerrated and mixed with other characters as well.

With that being said, I also have to admit that I am not all that funny. I like to borrow specifics lines from series quotes or songs which most of you know by now.You wanna know how does it look like when real story is being written by somebody elses words?

It looks something like this:

Like every woman consumed with a relationship problem, I needed a project to keep my mind from obsessing and my hands from dialling his number.…which was like a week ago when I was writing all these articles to get it out of me. Get what out of me exactly?...I don’t know. …. When things come too easy we’re suspect. Do they have to get complicated before we believe they’re for real?Do we need drama to make relationship works?...... When it comes to relationships, I couldn’t help but wonder. What are we fighting for?

In love relationships there is a fine line between pleasure and pain. In fact it is a common belief that a relationship without pain is a relationship not worth having. To some pain implies growth. But how do we know when the growing pains stop and the pain pains begin? Are we masochists or optimists if we continue to walk that fine line?.....I got misserable, cause I saw it like this: ME: You don’t even care if I’m in your life! HIM: Would you calm down? ME: No! I’m so tired of calming down!....ME: It’s not your fault, because I never say it. So now I punched you, so now I have to say it. So now I’m gonna say it. I feel like, I’m in your life, and nothing has really changed. And I know you can’t change a man, and you definitely can’t change a man like you, but… I still want something to change. A little bit. For me…

Then on the sofa he said: “I need some space”, “Sure” I said shuffling on the other side of sofa. :I didn’t mean the leg room”,he replied. I had a choice. I could run, or I could stand and ask him the question that if I didn’t ask, would haunt me the rest of my life. “Why not me?” I forced him to make his point with words so unkind I blocked them out of my head forever. He just called it honesty. I started thinking about honesty. Maybe the whole idea was overrated. Maybe coming clean is the ultimate selfish act: a way to absolve yourself by hurting someone who doesn’t deserve to be hurt. Breakups are awful and they are not necessarily symptomatic of what two people had together.

And then there is the way you talking with your girlfriends about your “relationship”. It looks like this:

Friend 1: I could see it going somewhere. ME: : Oh please, listen, half the time I can't even understand him. We have nothing in common, he's in and out of Europe... Friend1: That could be good! Friend 2: Honey, you're not listening. She only wants him to be in and out of her. ME: Yes, but in a much less obvious-sounding way.

ME: What does he think I’ m gonna do? Get my period and ruin his empire? THEM: Who knows, hes a man. You could lay your p*ssy on a table right in front of him and still not know what he thinks.

A man can't deny what he is. He can convince everybody else he is someone else, but never himself.

And then they asked me? “You call this relationship?” ME: Well it’ s tedious and the sex is twendling so from what I’ ve heard…yes.
That's the thing about needs. Sometimes when you get them , you don't need them anymore. But still we were having one of those great first dates that you can only have when its not an actual date. And I am not going to replace a man with some battery-operated device!
Them: Oh who cares what you are just enjoy it. ME: No I need to know where is this going. THEM: We need to know where you going as well since evidently you’ ll be having sex there.
All men are like drug. Sometimes they bring you down and sometimes like now, they get you so high and monogamy is fabulous. It gives you a deep and profound connection with another human being, and you don't have to shave your legs as much. OR you can keep him as a fu*k buddy…. A fuck buddy is a guy you probably dated once or twice and it didn't really go anywhere, but the sex is so great you sort of... keep him on call. Ooo, like dial-a-dick?

Men do this all the time. Women walk around thinking "we," and their version of "we" is "me"... and my dick!
When men attempt bold gestures, generally it's considered romantic. When women do it, it's often considered desperate or psycho.” To be in a couple, do you have to put your single self on a shelf?”
Well I'm a trisexual. I'll try anything once.”

ME: But I still think he is the BEST! Friend 1: "Best" is the worst. Friend 2 "Best" is like saying "not love”.
I’m in the middle of this and I can’t, I can’t see. I needed to say it to yank myself out of it. And I did. "I love you, but I love myself more" except I forgot to add the but there. We are so over, we need a new word for over.

Friend1: Well, let's just say it: you won. ME: Was there a contest? Friend 2: please! There's always a contest with an ex. It's called "who will die miserable."

This complete text is putted together from Sex And The City quotations.

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Wait a Minute....you didn' t get it

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Lover vs. Girlfriend

Us women will never be satisfied. Thats a fact. Every one of us is always searching for something better to get in our lifes, never completely happy with the situation we are at the moment. But even If we are happy and satisfied…….we cant help but wonder….what If….we would be in other possition…wouldn’t we be better of? That comes to both gender anyways. But back to women.

Few days ago I got to think about benefits and differences between being somebody Lover and a Girlfriend.

Somehow seems to me that when you are somebody lover, you have the quality to keep the person excited, always ready to be adventures, flirty. He never stop trying to amuse you, to show himself in the best possible picture. He is attentive, caring and all his senses are on the high motion cause he never knows If he will be able to see you again. So he try all his best to keep your attention.

Sure, If you are in Lover possition it is mostly about sex, but as well it is more fun. He will find time to text you just because…..so you wont forget about him…..he will make time just to be with you and spoil you like a princess, cause he feels over the moon you enjoying time with him, he adores you and compliments you…..just so you will be hung up on him. And you will enjoy this intensive attention.

On the other hand when you are somebodys Girlfriend, you might be taken for granted. He is also caring. But when you cross the line from Lover to a Girlfriend somehow the hunting game is over. All of sudden the excitement is gone, he is sure you are there and he does not have to amuse you anymore, suprice you, he wont feel the tickling in his stomach If he will see you or not. He will start talking only about issues like he is tired, hungry or sleepy and you have to understand. All of sudden you transofrm in his eyes into person that is constanlty unsatisfied, annoyied and bored.

And you just want to take few step back and show him you still the same girl he had fun before but he does not see that anymore.
You are his and he feels the need to start the hunting game all over with somebody else, because he thinks he knows everything about you and there are no more hidden door to excitement he would wanna unlock. Which is not truth.

When we are sombodys Lover, we are jelouse we don’t have him all for ourselfs. Usually Lover is a person who helps us to getaway from the dialy routine. Giving us fun, excitement, relaxing time away from our wifes, girlfriends or busy work. Lover is intensive period focused on human needs. Lover give us usually everything that our partner does not…or we think that.

When we are sombodys Girlfriend, we are jelouse, cause we know that he seeks for the excitement very likely somwhere else. Man always like to look at things they don’t need. They need the feeling there is another adventure they are capable to win over and that’s keep them going. And we know that as well.

So we torture ourself with the fact that we are not the one he dreams about, he wants to suprice or be adventures with. We are there for the backup, he knows we are there……one phonecall away and that’s what making us granted.

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Feeling The L.O.V.E.

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Man' s "women"

Man´s "women"

Why do men have the need to telling us about all women that came throught their life or bed?

Do they think as more women there were before us, more high their price will raise and we will appreciate them more?

We dont think knowing about ours man past life is a good thing.

Specially about women.

Yes ofcourse, we have the urge to find out all their beauty and more likely all their mistakes and faults, cause If they would be so perfect he would be still with them, and not wiht us. It is part of our self-destructing porocess to know things, that will most likely hurt us.

(because we also doubt secretly deep down inside, If we are good enoguht for him).

But we have to ask, that way we can blame only ourselfs if we find out something we were not ready to hear. If we don..t and still we are being regullary served with tidbits about his past woman experience…..sooner or later we get devastated.

Cause when we have to listen about them, we have to realize they have been here before us, they did enjoy the same things and maybe more, maybe he liked them more, adored them more or even loved them more. Depens on how intensivly he talks about them.

But once border is being crossed we start to think……is he sorry he is not with them anymore, is he missing them so much and that empty hole is a place we cannot fill?

I can..t help but wonder….

Do we really mean anything to him? Why does he has the need to talk about them all the time? Is it some sort of „selfdefence" of not letting us close enought so we wont hurt his feelings, he might have?

If he has the need to remind us of what he use to have. Judgging our feelings based on strenght of a reaction does not seem as a good idea, cause every one gets annoyed with informations they didnt ask for.

And If those women are still presents in his life it gets worst…… specially when we reach point, when we dont know what is „teasing" and what is „true". On the other hand the way our man talking about his „women" makes us realize the way how he might be talking about us one day.

I don..t know what my advice would be, I would probably say: If he has the need to go still back and talk about other women he is not selfconfident with his presence. And even though you have to bite on this spicy cookie with listening to all that you also should try to show him that YOU are the BEST thing that ever happened to him! If he realize it or not, thats up to him.

Good luck!*wink

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