Tall glass of hot doctor

I have the hardest time getting motivated to go to work. Don't get me wrong, I love my job but sometimes I would rather be elsewhere...preferably engaged in some fun-filled activity.
That being said, I do have a confession to make. I have a guilty pleasure;a never ending supply of hot young doctors! Eye candy galore! Oh they make the atmosphere at work so much brighter *smile*
My female colleagues (including married women) are equally lust-struck...
"Yes doctor?" "Anything I can do for you?" "Can I have your number?" "Marry me?" "Please??"

As for the patients...
I've noticed a strong correlation between the degree of hunkiness the doctor's possess and increased patient satisfaction with services provided. "Oh you amputated the wrong leg?" "That's ok doctor, I was getting tired of it anyway."

It's not just the hunky doctors that get attention; their less aesthetically pleasing counterparts do too. The average looking ,nerdy, Joe from high school that none of the girls would be seen with gains sudden celebrity status with the doctor title. No honey, looks are an after thought, money talks here.

(Most) women are attracted to powerful men. Doctor's without a doubt exude power; it oozes from their pores. Oh and of course I forgot a minor factor; they're stinking rich!

What is it with most women and money? All you have to say is "I'm a doctor", and the world comes to a complete standstill for a second; a moment of silence as it registers in the minds of these money hungry creatures. Dollar signs! (not of the Zimbabwean kind either).What next? You'll have them hook, line and sinker. Why, it's like manna from heaven. Hallelujah it's their gateway to a disgustingly rich life!

Scenario
An average looking man attempts to strike a conversation with a"beautiful twenty something year old who knows she can have any man she wants and has an inflated ego" woman...
Average Joe: "Good morning!"
Uppity woman: "Hey" (in a bored voice after sizing him up and ruling him out as a suitor).

Average Joe:"Great weather out there today"

Uppity woman: "Oh?" "And?"
Average Joe:" Where are my manners? I apologize for not introducing myself earlier. My name is Joe, and you are?
Uppity woman: (reluctantly offers her name while still sizing Joe up from head to toe)"Cheryl"
Average Joe: "What a beautiful name." "May I ask how a woman of such beauty spends her time?"
Uppity woman: "I work in the health field."
Average Joe: "What are the odds?" "So do I." "I'm a cardiologist."

Moment of silence...
K-ching $$$$$$

Uppity Woman: Really??? OMG! Yes the weather is great. It's like the best weather to be outdoors. I like to party, but I can also make a great wife. I am 5'6, 115 lbs, I don't have any kids, but would love a few someday, I love long walks at the beach, seafood, traveling, meeting new people..... Did I mention I'm single? Here's my number....

So she snags him, then what? Constant worrying about other women trying to snatch her "great catch" of a man. He is an eligible bachelor after all! That's when the claws come out, shoes are thrown off, horse hair ripped off, earrings discarded and all class thrown out the window to reveal the otherwise dormant, ghetto hood rat that lives in all women. That's someones lifeline you're playing with. Watch out now! She shall protect what's hers!

Would I date a doctor? Hell to the no! I've dated one before and let's just say it was a huge mistake. I'll save that story for another day....
I personally prefer personality over money, but hey to each his own.

Well although I will not date a doctor again, a girl can look right? *wink*
Gotta go, hot doctor alert! *drool*

SoulSistah09

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Cradle Snatching

Tuesday July 28th, 2009

I have come to the wise conclusion that it's probably not the best decision for me to date younger men. Granted there are younger men who are wise beyond their years, the younger men I have dated give toddlers a bad name.

I recently dated a "man" (I use that term very loosely), who was 3 yrs younger than me. All was well in the beginning. It seemed like we would make it through. Everything was rosy and happy go lucky. I looked forward to hearing from him. The sound of an incoming text message, the special ringtone I had set specifically for him gave me butterflies. I looked forward to the next time I would spend quality time with him; see him; touch him; hear his voice; immerse myself in his captivating aura. I was smitten. Age was just an irrelevant number.

In the early stages of any of my relationships, my men can do no wrong. However, eventually I begin to notice their shortcomings. In most cases I am able to compromise, and accept them for who they are, (flaws and all), but some issues simply can't be overlooked.
My "man-boy" was beginning to work my last nerve. I felt like I had acquired an unwanted child; a son I had never wanted, the annoying little brother I never had; the pesky neighborhood kid who wouldn't leave me alone. I was tempted to smack him upside the head!

He was so inappropriate. He had a neanderthal way of thinking. I can't tell you how often I cringed at the garbage that would emanate from his mouth. He didn't know what it was to treat a woman with respect. Women were a feat to be conquered; a means by which he could score more brownie points with his little friends. I suffered embarrassment of unknown measure when out in public with him. Oh how many times I wished the ground would open up and engulf me. His behavior was exasperating!
His confidence level was grossly lacking, as evidenced by his possessive nature. He wanted to know what I did, at all times. Soon the text messages I had once looked forward to began to irritate me. "What are you doing?" "Who are you with?" "Any men there with you?" "Don't lie to me, how many guys are with you?"....a few of the messages I would be bombarded with hourly. When I told him off, he would sulk for hours. He was too childish for my liking. I'm sorry, babysitting doesn't come with this package.

When I finally dumped him, his pride was obviously hurt. He went about smearing me, dragging my name in the dirt, hurling insults; basically the stuff grade school break-ups are made of. Insert soap opera drama here.

Looking back now, I wonder what I saw in him. Why did I stay with him for several months? That's the $ 63,000 question. My behavior can only be explained by a temporary case of insanity. I can't believe I was with him for as long as I was. Golly! At this point in my life, cradle snatching is a path I don't want to go down again any time soon. There may be younger men who are mature but I'm not a gambler. That's not a risk I desire to take. Once bitten, twice shy.

Now thirty years into the future, I may be singing a different tune. I will not mind a young tender-roni:-) Can you say cougar!...

SoulSistah09

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LDR's

Monday July 27th, 2009

Absence makes the heart grow fonder? Not always.

Long distance relationships aka LDR's are a challenge to say the least. Well at least in my own personal experience.
I was once in a LDR with someone for a fairly long time. Close to 2 years to be precise. We met at a party and hit it off. The rest of the party was a blur, all I remember is being engrossed in a very interesting conversation that lasted for hours. So anyway, the guy was just in town for a short visit and would be heading back to his hometown the next day. We exchanged numbers and promised to keep in touch. True enough the week after that party, he called me, and we had a 6 hour phone conversation. We had so much to talk about, we connected on a subliminal level. As the weeks progressed,we made plans to meet. He was going to fly back to my hometown in a few weeks. That would be the first of many visits.

We were both in school therefore we had to identify a time that would not conflict with either one of our schedules. Intricate planning went into it. Whenever we flew out to meet each other, my excitement was out of this world. Upon reuniting, our mutual anticipation was replaced by joy that knew no bounds. We made up for lost time by jam packing our days with activities like sight seeing, hiking,eating out, shopping, basically spending every single hour together.
Departures were the most difficult though. We got so used to spending every waking hour together that separation was heartbreaking. They were tearful events (for me anyway).

When apart, we kept the flames of our love burning through various modes of communication: talking on the phone, video chatting, texting, send smoke signals :-), whatever it took to make it work.

A LDR was the right fit for me because I am the type of person who loves my own space. I hate feeling smothered, which also goes hand in hand with the fact that I get bored easily. If I had to see my significant other daily, I would soon get bored. When my BF and I would meet, we would spend every single hour together, but that was alright with me, because I knew it was only for a short time, and then I could go back to my independent lifestyle. It was a relationship on our own terms. When we were together we were a couple, but when apart we had the freedom of singlehood.

All was not rosy though. After a while, seeds of trouble were sown in paradise.
Relationships are hard work to begin with, but the challenges faced by parties in a LDR are compounded to the tenth power. Trust is key to the success of a LDR. We were not grossly lacking in that department, but occasionally I questioned his honesty. I wondered if he was up to anything dodgy when he didn't pick up my calls, or didn't reply to my texts in an "acceptable" time frame. When mistrust begins to rear it's ugly head in a relationship, it spells trouble. I liked the excitement of a long distance relationship...initially. However, it reached a point where I longed for us to be closer. I was going through some personal issues in my life, but my boyfriend couldn't physically be there for me because of his hectic schedule. There were times when he also needed my emotional support, but I wasn't in a position to provide that for him.The long distance was killing us.

There was also the tendency not to share everything with each other especially if it was depressing news. The reason being that we had such a short time to catch up at the end of the day,we wanted it to be a happy time. Consequently, there were issues we had to deal with on our own, as opposed to together, with some problems not being resolved altogether.

After a while we both got tired of the constant intricate planning before we could meet. I longed for the ability to walk, or hop into a car and go see my beau in a few minutes, to be able to have a laid back evening eating popcorn and watching movies whenever we wanted. I longed to be able to see him whenever I wanted to and not after several months as was the case.
It was the beginning of the end.

The end of the relationship occurred gradually. I began to detach myself emotionally. On what would be my last visit to see him, the excitement I once had was gone.I was exhausted; tired of the cross country commute. Truth be told I was just ready to see him, get the visit over and done with, and head back home promptly. I was fed up with the whole situation. On that particular visit, I noticed a distance between us that transcended our physical proximity. The excitement our relationship once boasted had faded into oblivion.

Although my long distance relationship was not a success story, I have always wondered how the transition from the mind set of a "long distancer" to a "short distancer" plays out. There is a risk of feeling smothered when you have been used to having your own space. All of a sudden, you have to deal with someone in your face more often. Familiarity breeds contempt. How does the couple maintain the excitement? How do they keep the sparks flying? These are questions I ponder. I wonder how I would have dealt with the whole transition had my LDR worked out.

Then there is the issue of who moves, because someone in the relationship will eventually have to move if the couple desire a long term relationship. I mean you can't exactly get married to the person, and continue having a long distance relationship forever. Maybe that concept has worked for a unique couple somewhere, if that's the case, then they are the exception. So back to my point, who gets to move? What if neither party wants to move, but they still love each other, then what? Well in my case, my boyfriend assumed I would be the one to move to his city.
I wasn't willing to do that though. We wanted to be together, but neither one of us was willing to pick up and move. Well maybe if we had discussed it in the beginning we could have decided the direction the relationship would take. It's obvious what happened next, we had to break up.

Granted some LDR's succeed, it involves a lot of work from both parties. It doesn't help that LDR's have their own unique challenges.
There were several factors that played into the final curtain call for my LDR, but I walked away from it with valuable lessons learned. Would I do it again? Ground rules would have to be determined from the get-go.

SoulSistah09

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New Beginning

Saturday July 25th, 2009

I will be graduating from college in a few days. What has been a long, arduous journey is coming to an end. I'm running the last leg of what has without a doubt been a marathon event. That being said, I'm dealing with an array of emotions; excitement, anticipation, relief, anxiety, fear. I look forward to the end of a grueling course load, sleep deprivation and an overall high on the Richter scale stress level. It has been an emotional rollercoaster to say the least. Many a day I would go home and burst into tears because I didn't make a grade I had worked my butt off for, or I had a 20 page paper due, or I had to deal with sometimes catty classmates.

On the flipside, I am a tad sad to be bidding farewell to what has been a major aspect of my life for what seems like eternity. You see the thing is I love learning. I'm one of those strange individuals who looked forward to the learning aspect of school: unearthing knowledge from 1657 page, 7 pound textbooks. Knowledge is power!
I will also miss the carefree lifestyle college has to offer. Spring break, college parties, giggles in class, three and a half month summer vacations...

For as long as I can remember, I have had hopes and dreams; goals I wish to attain. Up until this point they seemed thousands of miles away, far off into the future. Well it's different now. The time has come for me to step up to the plate and actively work towards fulfilling my dreams and accomplishing my goals. Will I be succesful? What if I fall short of expectations? What if?
I am overly apprehensive.

A chapter in the book of my life is closing, to be replaced by unwritten chapters beyond my comprehension at this juncture. With graduation comes numerous expectations and responsibilities: major change. Being the creature of habit that I am, I don't readily embrace change. I get so used to the monotony that I fear deviating from the norm. Will I be able to emerge from my comfort zone and embrace change? I hope so.The shift from the mindset of a school-goer to that of a professional will definitely require a lot of work on my part.

Oh I hope I can hack it! Ready or not, the time has come. Here I come world!


SoulSistah09

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Beauty begins within: Love to love

Friday July 24th 2009

I was watching a well known talk show a little while ago. The topic of discussion was women of color who bleach their skin with the goal of being lighter complexioned. There was one woman in particular who not only bleached her own skin, but went as far as bleaching her children's skin. She stated that she didn't want her children to endure the same emotional torment she suffered at the hands of schoolmates due to her darker skin color. She spoke of an overall feeling of inadequacy and inferiority. The show's host clearly didn't approve and did not mince her words when she expressed her disgust at the "Mother Bleacher's" behavior. Well the TV show host in question is a lighter skinned individual, therefore she was so far removed from the plight of her darker skinned guests.

It made me question where society's beauty ideals emanate from. We live in a society where most people strive to meet expectations set forth by "authority figures". Beauty falls under this realm. The media has a lot to do with what people perceive as beautiful. There are images of gorgeous people plastered everywhere. The tall, slender, light skinned woman, with an ample bosom is portrayed as the dream woman for most men. Is this the case though? Are all darker skinned women unattractive to men and therefore wallowing in imposed singlehood? Are all men wired the same way and therefore attracted to the same type of woman? Is there no hope for women who fall short of society's perception of beauty? I think not!

The women on the aforementioned show spoke of rejection by men which they blamed on their darker skin tones. In as much as I empathized with them, their statements raised a few questions. Could it just be that they lacked self-confidence, and therefore were not attractive to men? Could it be that they were so caught up with blaming their rejection on their skin color that they may have overlooked their own personality shortcomings? I don't have the answers to these questions, however I will say this; the greatest love of all is love for oneself. When armed with self confidence; high self esteem;a strong sense of self; however you may want to refer to it, one does not see the need to conform to norms unattainable by most. That being said, the greatest love of all may also be the most difficult love to obtain. Without a doubt feelings of inadequacy can't be overcome overnight. It's a work in progress; baby steps are key. Remember Rome was not built in a day! It's a difficult task, but possible nonetheless.

"If someone doesn't like who you are, just find someone who does..."
Keep it moving...

SoulSistah09

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRO

Thursday July 23rd 2009

Can a broken heart ever heal?
Does the heart ache ever cease?
It definitely has not for me. My brother's passing left me with an irreparably shattered heart. It is a wound that shall never heal; excruciating pain that will never subside. All I can do is learn to live with it. I lost my dear brother, and in his place I have sweet memories overshadowed by the heartache I feel.
Today as I celebrate his birthday, I say a special prayer for him. I pray that God will continue to grant my family the strength to bear this heavy cross.
Happy Birthday dear brother. When we were little we would say "Happy Birthday, may you live to blow 101 birthday candles". Although he was robbed of the opportunity to do that, I believe he is at a much happier place than we are. God be with you until we meet again bro. I love you.

SoulSistah09

A few good men

Saturday July 18th 2009

I am at a point in my life where I have more or less given up on love. Trust me if you had dated half the people I have you would probably be looking forward to a future as a spinster with four cats.
Where are the good men? They're either taken, gay, or maybe just well hidden under rocks.
I'm beginning to think that it must be me. Maybe there is some truth to the blow off "it's not you, it's me" speech I have given to a few lads. Maybe the issue does lie with me. Be that as it may, one thing that's for sure is that I'm too picky. I always feel like I can do better, that my ideal man is still out there waiting to find me. Well I blame my unreal expectations on romantic novels and chick flicks. Real life does not quite work like that. I'm still holding out hope that I will meet my Mr. Right, and not have to settle for Mr. Right Now.
Real, good men, where art thou?

Missing you MJ

Michael Jackson's memorial had me bawling my eyes out. It brought to the surface an array of emotions. It's so heartbreaking!My heart goes out to his little children. He was such a great father to them.
I feel like I knew Michael personally. I guess all his fans feel like I do. He had a way of communicating to people through his music. It's unfortunate that it took MJ's death for people to realize just how great he was. Such greatness only comes once in a lifetime. There will never be another MJ! Never!
Rest in perfect peace King of Pop. I pray that God grants his children, mother, siblings, and father the strength to endure this heart wrenching pain.

Health Matters

Monday July, 6th 2009
9.45am



I'm running on the last bit of gas, anytime now, my engine will shut down on me. I've been hustling and bustling for the last couple of days. 12 hour shifts are a killer I tell you! I feel like someone's been using me as a trampoline, jumping all over me relentlessly. I'm sore all over.
As if that isn't bad enough, I've cut out caffeine from my diet. At least with coffee I felt energized, albeit for a few hours. I made an informed decision to quit when I realized I was getting addicted to it. So far, so good. I've been able to function without it. Who knew?
Now all I have to do is start working out again.

Let's take it back a couple of years...
My "elders" would tell me to be careful about what I ate lest I gain weight. I tossed my head, and confidently told them that I wasn't born with the "fat gene". I was absent when it was being handed out. I had always been a skinny minny. Why would nature change it's course now?

Well fast forward to the present...
Now I know what they meant! I have gained 15 pounds in the last year and a half! Gasp! That's what I get for having a sweet tooth. I've been munching on cookies and cakes like they're going out of style. "Oh I don't have the fat gene", I kept telling myself. Well I guess my "elders" had the last laugh this time around.

I guess it's safe to say my metabolism has a lot to do with my predicament. I believe it's slowed down somewhat, the older I've gotten. It's so much harder for the weight to fall off now. It's coming off, just not as fast as I would like. I've lost 4 pounds in 2 weeks, and all I've done is reduce my carb intake, and walk a little more. I rejoice at the thought of how much I'll lose when I begin a more intense workout routine.

Back to the weight gain: what's an extra 15 pounds you may be wondering? Well, that's how it starts, then it's an extra 30, then an extra 50, before you know it, you don't remember what your feet look like because you haven't seen them in eons! Well I personally would prefer my stomach to stay where it is right now, I'm not trying to lift it off my knees and tack it in my waist. No ma'am!

To everyone who is trying to lose weight, be it 5 pounds or 405lbs; take it one pound at a time, just so you don't feel overwhelmed by the amount of weight you have to lose. Just my two cents...

Crazy Drivers

Sunday July 19th

Texan drivers are crazy! I'll say it again, Texan drivers are crazy! Golly!
I drive on the freeway almost daily, and I'll tell you every time I get off the service roads and onto the highway, I get into my "survival for the fittest mode". I have several peeves :

The Non-Indicators
Something must be done about the cars they supply the Lone Star state with. For some reason, some of these cars lack turn indicators. Therefore the owners of these vehicles are forced to weave in and out of traffic with no indication whatsoever to the motorists behind them. Don't hate them though, their cars are not installed with blinkers remember?

The Brakers
There are some drivers that have muscle spasms while driving. This causes them to slam on their brakes excessively while on the road. Woe unto any motorist behind this person with the spasm condition; it's contagious

The Flashers
Try driving in the dark; either early in the morning or after dusk. You will most likely encounter the flasher. He wants you to move out of the way so he can take your lane. He turns his lights full blast, and turns them back low in an effort to scare you, and show you how powerful he is in his big truck.

The Bright Lighters
Clearly the owners of large trucks suffer from some eye conditions that warrant them turning their lights on all the way up. They don't want to suffer from the condition alone, therefore they attempt to blind the drivers ahead of them by turning their lights on all the way up.

The Distracted ones
These are either talking on the phone or are distracted in some other manner. They are so distracted, they don't bother to use their indicators. I mean why do that right? The phone conversation is clearly more important than something as minor as driving a multi-ton contraption on a super highway. So what they are placing hundreds of lives at risk?

The Video Game Players
Then there are those who weave in and out of traffic like life is a video game. Swerving in and out of lanes is the order of the day. Much like what happens in video games. The only difference is that this is real life!

The Stubborn Ones
Ever encounter a driver going well below the speed limit on the fast lane? It's irking! What's worse is when these overly cautious drivers are shoulder to shoulder with the drivers on the other lanes, so there is no room to change lanes and overtake them.

Is there really anything that can be done about the madness on the roads? Probably not. All I can do is be cautious.

SoulSistah09