tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90370663399280746532024-03-13T05:06:03.704-07:00Finding My WaySimply Lola Lola Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06189026595668716582noreply@blogger.comBlogger133125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037066339928074653.post-41862560650908172332014-03-05T12:54:00.002-08:002014-03-11T06:45:36.063-07:00Quickies Are Okay<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjugLbtFE8hp8Theq9kx15GnIJliOn9x5APfpcFYTl7dIIvgFIfB9ZLqJ3sdCrkP_EA9iI0rJu-wcE50DUIqPvd5GY7CF9-JhwURm6K1deE7CQZiJL7j9gP090KvBlNKXhRYNQCeWi2gwA/s1600/1546076_10201203505191440_1039880949_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjugLbtFE8hp8Theq9kx15GnIJliOn9x5APfpcFYTl7dIIvgFIfB9ZLqJ3sdCrkP_EA9iI0rJu-wcE50DUIqPvd5GY7CF9-JhwURm6K1deE7CQZiJL7j9gP090KvBlNKXhRYNQCeWi2gwA/s1600/1546076_10201203505191440_1039880949_n.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a>Every now and again in the middle of the week my friends and I like to go have a drink at who ever is having the happiest happy hour that day. Sometimes a drink can or does turn into a few drinks which leads to a single woman scheduling a coloring session with a familiar male friend. What I mean by familiar male friend is HE lives alone not legally or verbally binned to anyone. This is not a side chick situation people!!! This is you're single I'm single lets mingle because we're single situation. Some call it a Booty Call, while I call it a Coloring Call, lol (sounds corny but cute,lol). Anyway, usually after that happy hour turns into a very happy night and that clearly makes for a happy day the next day. Unless you have pulled an all nighter. Then the next day is just a very long day, I mean extremely LONG Day! Which doesn't leave me happy, clearly because drinking is involved.<br />
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I get up at 4am every morning and go to the gym, then I go to my sister school and make breakfast for her students, followed by a shower, change of clothes and off to work. As you can read my morning is full of stuff to do and I have to be alert and ready to go. With that being said at my age Quickies are OKAY!!!.I encourage them especially in the middle of the week,lol. If I hit you up a 7pm on Wednesday please believe I know that we paint great pictures. Since I know your capability there's no need to pound away with your paint brush to the early morning.We both have jobs for crying out loud and its NEVER hot for me to crawling into work because I am exhausted from the night before. Coloring in the middle of the week is more like a quick sketch, an energy booster. Trust me it's a sprint not a marathon. There's no need to create a artistic master piece with your bed sheets. Save the long nights of passionate painting for the weekend. And what I mean by weekend is Friday night Saturday mornings because I do go to church and Saturday nights are my day of rest from the week (don't judge me I've come a long way and still have a very long way to go).<br />
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I get it ! No man on this earth wants to part of the minute man family. I get men want to stamp their mark on every canvas they get to color. I don't want you to be a minute man either, I prefer 15 minutes and if you don't talk well we have a good night. What I mean by not talking is if you want to know about my week, read my facebook status, I'm honest on how I'm feeling. I appreciate the extra effort you put in to make it last all night. The very fact that a man wants me to have multiple coloring explosions in one night is very thoughtful. To think of me first before yourself leaves me speechless. Please don't miss understand me I LOVE COLORING ALL NIGHT, just not when I have to go to work the very next day. I have to keep my job to keep my gym membership so that I am ready for the real action on Friday nights... NOT Saturday nights cause I gotta go to church on Sunday, lol.<br />
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To my friend reading this and understands where I'm coming just leave a comment saying...AMEN.Lola Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06189026595668716582noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037066339928074653.post-91507348156249996122014-02-20T11:52:00.001-08:002014-02-20T12:02:10.797-08:00Is SEX Really Important <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2-49Lj181Ur84yCsAYQpi8ihCHXBQ04ekZk72fe8kFPOvJGR9_1qbnuzDbokYSOsoULC_mZw00M-7QKFgVY5WSibS2VT65UZYgffw2FnuybaM97g0NRLZT2X1jhYwdp4XgUrViWRw3MQ/s1600/1546076_10201203505191440_1039880949_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2-49Lj181Ur84yCsAYQpi8ihCHXBQ04ekZk72fe8kFPOvJGR9_1qbnuzDbokYSOsoULC_mZw00M-7QKFgVY5WSibS2VT65UZYgffw2FnuybaM97g0NRLZT2X1jhYwdp4XgUrViWRw3MQ/s1600/1546076_10201203505191440_1039880949_n.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a>There was a post on facebook a few days ago from a man who raised the question is SEX really important in a relationship. I thought it was very interesting that a man would pose such a question considering sex is what men think about over 60% of the time ( I'm sure that percentage is much higher). Why on earth would a man wonder how important sex is in a relationship giving their attraction to us (women) is mostly sexual. I have yet to meet a man who is totally interested in my beautiful musical talent, or charming personality. Usually men are like ooo cute girl with a vagina and I know its not because my vagina spits out diamonds because it doesn't,lol but because its a vagina they have yet to see and are anxious to get wet,lol. The beautiful musical talent and charming personality are just assets to the main attraction. So it just blew me for a loop when this man asked "How Important Is Sex In A Relationship?". My answer to this question is it is VERY important and here is my reason why.<br />
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Most single women who are respectable or have used all their hoe moments in their 20's are not getting their pipes cleaned on a regular. We have committed relationships with operated battery devises while we wait for our Prince Charming to come along and make us his one and only true love. My hopes and dreams are that one day I can completely break up with my vibrators and live happily ever after enjoying the penetration of my personal painter's paint brush, a sizable one at that. This isn't the 1900's where women enjoying sex is forbidden. I have yet to meet a man who is okay with marrying a woman who doesn't give head, lol . I have needs that MUST be met as well, lol. No woman wants to spend their lives in a marriage pretending to have an organism when they really want to just gag or go to sleep from boredom. It shouldn't be a chore in a relationship it should be pure enjoyment. I am taking pole dance classes and befriending strippers to get tips on keeping a happy husband, and to think the nerve of a men will pull out in 30 seconds thinking I should be satisfied, clearly not. If I'm willing to take pole dance classes as a form of exercise the least a man could do if focus on rocking my world.<br />
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Another thing that makes sex important to a woman is because its in that moment I become completely venerable to a man.When I think about my past relationships or the men that I've love the most the sex was great. There was this crazy connection of mind body and soul that infused itself when we were fornicating,lol. It was something I loved most about them because everybody can't put me to sleep,lol. I can't speak for anyone but myself and I have a whole lot of insecurities about my body. I am always thinking to myself if I could get these last 10 pounds off I'll be good, while drinking a bottle of wine with a straw,lol. I can't afford a million dollar trainer to look like I just stepped off stage with Beyonce. I don't have butt so big it intimidates Kim Kardashion. So for a man to look at me and my imperfections and still see the beauty in me as well as make me feel within that moment that I am the sexiest woman he's ever kissed is every thing to me. People who have read or read my blog know all about the Titan and although he clearly wasn't best choice of lover for my life it was our coloring sessions that kept me going back. Sex starts with the kiss. The kiss is what determines my level a comfort. Now some men have mastered the art of kissing (i.e. the Titan) and this is what has gotten me caught up in some foolishness but ya live and learn,lol. So kiss with caution, lol.<br />
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Now I know there a million single Christian women reading this ready to judge me but if they were honest with themselves they'd agree. Of course sex is not the only thing that is important but in all truth its a deal breaker. Just like any other woman I want enjoy the company of my personal painter without painting. Having things in common and learning new and different intellectual things is just as important. But lets be clear I enjoy the company of my friends and I learn something new from them all the time so if I wanted to fondle myself I'd be a lesbian.<br />
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To my friend who is dating a guy and the sex is bad ... Good luck my friend. Hopefully you all have a relationship strong enough that you all can work that part out. If not then you might want to reconnect with your battery operating devise,lol<br />
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Til Next Time<br />
Simply Lola<br />
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Lola Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06189026595668716582noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037066339928074653.post-52078922597613298522013-12-04T08:20:00.000-08:002014-03-11T10:17:58.352-07:00Why I'm Not Married<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I read an article written by a writer named Tracy McMillan, I'm assuming she has no relation to Terry McMillan. The article was titled "Why You're Not Married". As a single woman I was drawn to the title and was amused by her comments. It clearly was one of those tell it like it is, keeping it real kind of view points which I totally respect. I found her thoughts very funny but I was a little pissed off because she had been married three times while I'm a 33 year old woman who hasn't so much had a boyfriend. Its no question that she knows how to get married but its obvious she has no idea how to stay married. Either way she seems to be doing so much better than Me, but I digress.<br />
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Her article didn't mention anything different than anyone whose written an article about who we are as single women and what we need to change to NOT be a single woman. Me and every other single woman have head it all before ,especially if you're a woman of color. Rappers of this day and time remind us every chance they get in every song they make on how we're bitches and hoes (she called us sluts) , gold diggers (she called us shallow), selfish, liars and don't know our worth. My feelings towards these accusations were not of anger, or bitterness but more like annoyed. I mean seriously I smile way to much to be a bitch, I'm sure I've been a bitch in a frustrating moment but I have too much of a bubbly personality to just be a flat out BITCH, which contradicts the Book "Why Men Like Bitchs" and leaves women so confused. I mean really, To Be a Bitch or Not To Be A Bitch that is the Question,lol.<br />
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Gold digger, seriously!?! I've worked three jobs at one time, walked miles in the rain with a big ass hole in the bottom of my shoe to serve pizza to people I graduated college with, lol. And don't get me started on being a slut. Sluts have sex, lots and lots of sex. I have had more action with my silver bullet than I have with an actual penis ,lol. I'm not speaking for the masses but I am speaking for myself. The day I am become a gold digging whore who frequently colors with multiple wealthy painters will be the day of pure enjoyment. To actually fornicate with a man that doesn't mind me running up his credit card on Christian Luboutins and Fendi purses sounds like a dream come true, lol. The only reason women like me judge groupies and video vixons is because we're pissed off that we weren't smart enough to not work as hard has them, that's all, lol. If I could sell my morals and values on E-bay surely I would but I can't cause I don't want to disappoint my sweet, sweet mother,lol who I secretly resent for making it a point to instill them in me, lol . Clearly if I were a gold digger I would have at least had a decent pair of shoes to walk to work and serve pizza ,lol.<br />
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As for being selfish , well of course I am ...HELL its just Me. I give to those who deserve what I have to offer. I've worked hard for my shit, lol. If I give my all in the beginning then I'll be considered a push over or weak. Which here again leaves me confused because don't men love a good chase?!? Aren't they supposed to work for my time and attention, lol.<br />
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A liar, who hasn't lied. I'm mean seriously I'm not going to present myself as the girl with serious issues. Who wants to marry her. Its like a used car, the salesman is not going to tell you about the tragic accident it was in and how it has a major oil leak. All he's going to do is say is it run likes its brand new, but clearly its used! Just like that used car with all those mechanical issues you wont find out my flaws until after the Honeymoon or maybe after our first child, lol. Its kinda hard to leave when kids are involved ,lol. I don't want to marry the guy with issues either I prefer to wait til the ink drys on the marriage licence and then call Iyanla Vanzant later, be on the her show "Fix My Life" and be done. There's nothing sexy about coloring with a guy whose just messed up because at the end of a good orgasm I'll be sleeping with one eye open, fearing for my life, lol. As a single woman whose tired of happy hour with her girls every Friday and popping wine bottles by herself on Saturday I'm gonna lie for a little male attention, lol . Of course if a guy says he's not looking for anything serious I'm gonna seriously lie and say me either. Because if I say I am and we should get married tomorrow I'll be back in a committed relationship with my bullet. And frankly I'm just tired of buying batteries,lol. I love "Me Time" but like with any other single woman every now and again ME, MYSELF, and I need a break from each other, lol. <br />
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At 33 I know my worth. I've worked hard at being worthy. I'm not Married because I am tired of selling myself to men who are just not buying it from me. Which at this point is clearly absolutely okay with me TODAY, gotta take this single decision 1 day at a time, lol. Who I am is who I am, nothing more or less. I'm a fun, funny, feisty flirty woman who happens to be a sister to my sister, a daughter to my parents and a true friend to my friends. I'm sexy and beautiful. Trust me I am, lol. I'm loyal and full of life. I'm talented in more ways than one. I'm in love with Calvin Johnson/ Megatron and if that makes me shallow so BE IT, lol. I'm a woman who is always trying to lose weight even when I don't need to. I 'm a Sunday school teacher to a group of teenagers who can't wait to graduate from high school and never go to another Sunday school class again. I'm a control freak, call me crazy but I just have to know whats going on at all times, and yes I blame my mother for this flaw. I wear weave because its just easier to manage, I drink crown and coke, and on pay day Hennessy and coke,lol. I am woman whose love language is quality time.Lastly, I'm an amazing woman and a really good person with a few bad habits. I'm single because I'm Me.<br />
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My attempts to emulate other people have been an epic fail. I have one life and as long as it fun, full of life with great times and I can be the fine ass Aunt that picks up my niece and nephews from school I'll accept my Singlism (I made that word up,lol). To my friend who doesn't know why she's single well if its just because you're you, then be okay with being you. Remember we gotta accept this Single way of life one day at time. Just make it the best damn life you could ever haa and<br />
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Til Next Time<br />
Simply Lola<br />
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<br />Lola Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06189026595668716582noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037066339928074653.post-69065866263776071802013-10-22T13:10:00.002-07:002013-10-24T06:11:48.475-07:00Too Color ( Have Sex) Or Not To Color... That Is The Question<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have a friend who has vowed not to perform any type of oral sex on any man until she is married. She feels as if this is her special gift to her husband on their wedding night, um no comment. A few of our other friends feel like its crap, but I believe her. I have another friend who has committed not to have any sexual orientation until he, yes HE is married to the woman that God has for him. I must say at our age these are very great (in size I mean) commitments, considering the society we live in its easy to think....WHO DOES That?!?! I kinda find it interested and I respect them, but I can't help wonder ( as if I am the black Carrie Bradshaw )is To Color Or NOT To Color... that is the question<br />
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At my age I've colored with a few good men who have dynamic brush strokes but I have also experienced some good men with very disappointing painting performances(lol). Now I can't say the men with dynamic brush strokes treated me any better then the good men with disappointing painting performances. BUT! I can say I did stick around a whole lot longer with those who always knew how to create a master piece, lol (my poor mother is probably having a heart attack right now reading this.) To say sex (or as Carrie Bradshaw from Sex and The City would put it, coloring) is not important would be a bold face lie, especially if you're canvas as seen great art work. I mean since I've tested a few of my colors and discovered coloring outside the lines isn't so bad and the F on my report card followed by a phone call doesn't stand for failure but for Fantastic! I kinda wanna keep that around especially if the paintbrush comes with a hook or curves to the left a little (lol).. I'm just saying, those imparticular are very hard to come by but definitely a keeper if found (lol). So to date and not do the do until I say I do... where will that put me? I'm kinda like my niece and nephews in this decision, I'd like to know whats underneath the tree before Christmas morning, if ya know what I mean.<br />
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Falashio on the other hand or so I've heard is an art form that can be taught. Men are open to being great teachers to women who are willing to learn and like wise with women. I figure as long as the both parties are willing to learn whats to each others liking they can live in holy matrimony,(clearly i'm not married but I'm guessing if its done right, in the words of T.I. You Can Have Whatever You Like,lol.<br />
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Now of course I know that there is more to getting married than great coloring sessions with happy endings. At some point both parties must love, respect, honor, trust and do some other stuff if they want to one day say "I Do". Steve Harvey's book "Act Like A Lady, Think Like a Man says because of that other stuff I just mention we (women) should wait 90 days, like a probationary period. I'm okay with waiting because I'd like to know before we start coloring that he's not going to beat me unconscious with his words or his fist. I'd also like to think I'm a spiritual person who loves God, even though I'm having this sinful conversation so its important to know that Jesus is on his side too. But after it is confirmed that my main male attraction is not a wanted felon who loves to make a woman's life hell on earth and he's got his life together but the coloring is absolutely awful?!? What am I to do? I'm not saying good men are hard to find but I am saying that this good woman is very tired of waiting to be found ,lol. Now somethings can be fix with the proper communication but size does matter and unlike breast there are no implants for a paint brush (lol). If I break up with him I'm shallow, but if I stay with him I'm settling!?!<br />
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After thinking about this long and hard I've drawn the conclusion that the scale weights 50/50. You can color or not color with him and he may or may not put a ring on it. There are some who wont consider a woman for marriage unless his paint brushed has been passionately kissed , and others who just don't care. Then there are those who require no passionate kisses but demand to paint up on thy precious canvas if marriage is considered. Same thing goes for women. At the end of the day It's different strokes for different folks. I feel like my friend Andre who is waiting to color is saying to God that he trust him to give him a wife that will be all I needs and so much more. As far as my other friend, um, yeah still no comment.<br />
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To my friends whose got the same questions that I do and more, I'd suggest do whats best for you. As a Sunday school teacher (I can feel my class getting smaller,already) it would be fitting to practice Trust God method like Andre's doing , but I'm thinking 90 days might be a better fit for me, <br />
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Til Next Time:<br />
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Surface talk is the conversations we have in passing with strangers or people we barely know. Its the Good Morning!, how are you? talk we have while in the break room waiting to get coffee at work. Its the polite but not personal way of sharing the same space with people we're not comfortable with. Surface talk is also the talk we have when we randomly call someone unsure of what to say or how to say what needs to be said underneath the surface. Men do this more than women, or at least that's what I think. I don't know how men do it, but they know exactly the time and day to just get underneath your freakin skin,lol by talking about absolutely nothing, totally annoying,lol.<br />
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Yesterday while sitting at my desk watching the paint dry on the wall (it was a boring day at work) OMG he called (I haven't thought of a good nick name for him yet) but any way OMG!!! he called. He called and said, Hi. At first I didn't want to answer the phone but watching paint dry was no longer exciting so I surrendered to the sounds of my phone ringing. After the polite hellos were exchanged he started to talk about his adjustment to Oakland. He found a nice place to stay and was liking his work and blah, blah, blah. I'm not sure how the conversation of him coming home came about but he told me that even though it was his week off he wasn't going to be able to come home... I thought to myself, um okay? I asked him about his injury and apparently I had it wrong. I thought he hurt his knee but I guess it was his quid, and of course he corrected me. I didn't even know he had the week off. I felt like he was disappointed that I hadn't been keeping up with him, which made me feel a little bad. But HE missed my birthday so I say we're even. All and all nothing that needed to be said was said. Everything was lite and very surface.I mean I told him I bought a car and my hair is now blond,big deal.I feel like it was a very surface conversation mainly because I didn't know what to say and neither did he (or maybe he did, hell i don't know). So why am I still pondering over a conversation that went absolutely no where?!?!<br />
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Here's the thing about having surface talk with a guy I really have no closure with. It creates chaos in my mind. Especial if I haven't found any interest in any other guys. The sound of his voice puts me in a place of possibility and hope.The mire fact that he thought of me whither he was bored or really missed me it still feels good and I want to hold on the good feeling as long as possible.Its as if I want to create a conversation of him saying I miss you Lola, and I am ready!Ready to be with you, I am ready to act right and just love you Lola. And to prove it I bought a ticket for you come see me and we discuss our future (lol, I am so dramatic,lol ). Eventually the good feeling and fantasy fades quickly because the reality is that nothing was really said that needed to say.<br />
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There are all these reason why men call when its over, or you feel like its over. Some say because they want to make sure we're still an option. Others say its because they're bored, or they're trying to see where your head is at so they can get on your good side. To be honest I'm sure its all of the above. So what are we as women to do! I'm glad you asked...I have no earthly idea.The only thing I can think of is, Cuss em out and tell them to kick rocks and stop wasting your perious time,lol. But that's not a good idea because you will be labeled as the CRAZY LADY,lol. However, I will say not matter what the conversation is about stay true to your desire and stick to your guns. Don't forget why its over and don't surrender to a random call. My friend Monica said it best, people be it man or woman know how to get what they want. If there is more to come for whats on the surface then it will but if not LET IT GO! And believe if its not him then it will be someone else that will get underneath the surface and make it work with you.<br />
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Till Next Time<br />
Simply Lola<br />
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<br />Lola Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06189026595668716582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037066339928074653.post-90980789284620322742013-10-10T08:39:00.000-07:002013-10-15T09:01:52.097-07:00Sabotaging Love<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtVuXPVclQLhNTf-ewM_YYOUX78tAPYbotd1nc_k6PGRsd5Ndq3y_5DOPDDm0aGnkT3lKbQec2nTX1ibFYNQRJtTDrXoWO0v24ZZ_Q1AF-s49r0XGZSCFJgs09WAfmSZeruYq3fqeRHOY/s1600/1376590_10200699075661017_2005823235_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtVuXPVclQLhNTf-ewM_YYOUX78tAPYbotd1nc_k6PGRsd5Ndq3y_5DOPDDm0aGnkT3lKbQec2nTX1ibFYNQRJtTDrXoWO0v24ZZ_Q1AF-s49r0XGZSCFJgs09WAfmSZeruYq3fqeRHOY/s320/1376590_10200699075661017_2005823235_n.jpg" width="320" /></a>It's always heart breaking to hear the man or woman you love but are no longer with has moved on. I don't care how old you get every time you breakup to not makeup with someone you just knew was the "One" you feel like you're taking a bullet all over again right in the heart. Well at least that's how I'm feeling right now. Just to hear that they are happy without me makes me feel like death. I mean it gets worse because I just want to know why I wasn't the one, why couldn't I make him happy... WHY DIDN'T HE CHOOSE ME!!! (tears for days just stream down my face and my mother, God bless her always says: I don't know why ya crying over him cause he aint thinking about you. And no matter how many times she says it, it NEVER makes me feel better, lol. I think to myself :Please lady keep your encouraging words to yourself<br />
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Around August of last year I started talking to a guy that I had known for at least five years. I met him at a bowling charity event that I was working for the Roy Williams Safety Net Foundation. He walked in and told me that he would participate in the event but he wasn't taking any pictures. I politely told him that taking pictures wasn't a choice, this was not a democracy but more of a dictatorship and I wasn't asking I was telling him to take the damn photo. He agreed if I took it with me. Throughout the night we laughed and talked and I remember thinking to myself how he would make a great husband. But at the time I was so in love with the Titan I couldn't see the forest for the trees and I just didn't think much about it. Fast forward, I was visiting Dallas right before my moved to New York and I saw him at a pool party. Long story short we exchanged numbers, I moved to New York and he called a month later.<br />
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When we first started talking we talked everyday , we had so much in common and we just hit it off really well. A few months went by and well I really was beginning to be confused about where we were in our situation. I knew he didn't have a job at the moment and that was his main focus but I needed to know where we stood. I mean dang it had been 3 months and there was no efforts made to come see me and skpying was like pulling teeth. My job in New York was very stressful so I just couldn't handle stress in my personal life. So anyway after going back and forth for a few days he tells me that "We Are Building A Foundation For Something Special" What!?!, was the response in my head but what I said was okay, considering he was looking for work. But my commitment to being OK didn't last very long and one day I was thinking way too much and was all in my feelings and I just couldn't take it. I wrote him and email explaining that I had had IT!!! I listed over a million things he was NOT doing and I was just tired of waiting. He eventually wrote me back letting how he really liked me and how great I was and blah, blah,blah. And of course I fell for it and ABSOLUTELY NOTHING CHANGED.<br />
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I move back to Dallas (but not for him) and he gets a job in Oakland. He tells me that once he's settled in his place he was gonna send for me. At this point I am Overly Excited but the feelings of happiness soon fade and once again I get into my feeling and out of no where I send text message letting him know that I wasn't going to come to Oakland unless we are in a serious relationship and that at this point in my life I am ready to get married and if that's not what he wants then we should just part ways ( I know you're reading this thinking crazy, slow down,lol). This time he didn't respond and it that was a month ago.<br />
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What I have discovered is that every time I start to get something good going with someone I really like I find a way to sabotage it and I just don't know why I do that. I really want to be in love with someone who loves me but I can't figure out why I quickly get impatient and just walk away only wanting to go back yet again to make it work. But then its too late. I'm sure to him I look like a crazy woman who doesn't know what she wants and I'll own that.I know that I over reacted out of the fact that I didn't trust him to follow through because he rarely did. He rarely came through on a promise. I can't help but wonder had I just not said those words would things be different, would we have worked out. I know i can't change the past or even redeem myself with him. Its over and I accept my part in the tragic ending. I try my best not to beat myself up about it because it happen and well what can I do but live, learn and just move on. I sabotage love and now I am learning why I do it and how to stop doing it.<br />
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To my friend whose reading and may have the questions I have, one thing is for sure and that is in ALL relationships teach us about us. We learn who we are and who we want to be. As I try to figure out why I keep manipulating love to go the wrong way I encourage to to discover what you may need to change about you for the next love of your life. Change is good, Growth is even better<br />
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Till Next Time<br />
Simply Lola Lola Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06189026595668716582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037066339928074653.post-28744920000366520912013-10-04T09:03:00.001-07:002013-10-04T09:12:35.703-07:00WHY DO MEN DRAG THEIR FEET<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've been talking (more like text messaging) 3 guys for a couple of weeks and I'm so confuse on what the heck is going on. I mean none of them have picked up their phones and called me. To top it all off the text messages are so random that it totally annoys me. One of the guys my sister set me up with and in as much as I was totally against going out with him, I've found a way to have an open mind and see what he's about. But this fool is dragging his feet. We're suppose to go on a date and um yeah... I'm just not sure when that will take place. Its been three weeks! Seriously, I get it, if he's just not that into me that's fine, but don't waste my time.At my age I have a shortage of eggs and aging ovaries, Aint No Body Got Time Fa That,lol.<br />
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What sucks is I feel like I'm a pretty cool girl who doesn't ask for much. I mean a good happy hour or brunch is a great date to me. I am all for waiting to take me to Del Frisco's after you've confirmed with yourself that you are totally into me. I do like talking on the phone, what I don't like is sending 20,000 text messages throughout the day, talking about absolutely nothing . I mean if a man calls me I'm not going ask him to pay my car note..Oh yeah I got me a car, a BMW at that and yes I'm feeling good about that(lol). But back to the lecture at hand. I just don't understand why I have to pull teeth to get the simple things in life. I mean seriously a conversation on the phone and setting a date for us to go out shouldn't take an act of congress. There are some days that I feel if lesbians were born with a penis I 'd cross over to the other side, lol. But since it really doesn't take 2 to work my toys I'll just keep playing on team Heterosexual.<br />
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Most single women want the same thing to be loved, adored and to be a priority. Its only in the thugged out rap songs that women want to be showered in Gucci, Louie, Prada. I will admit in secret I am a label whore, but its not the most important thing I want. I just want to have this chemistry that is undoubtedly real between me and him (who ever he is). I want the attraction to be equal , not I like him more than he likes me or he likes me and I'm just not interested. I want to just come home take off my clothes, put on his old football jersey and watch TV next to him. I want him to just laugh at all the silly things I do. None of my request require a man to have to take out a second mortgage to make me happy! So I ask why in the world does it take so much to get something so little? WHY DO MEN DRAG THEIR FEET?Lola Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06189026595668716582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037066339928074653.post-56263640751999891532013-05-15T08:08:00.001-07:002013-05-31T15:07:51.637-07:00From R.E.D To G.O.O.D<br />
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while since I've written anything. The reason for that is because with my new job Mr.West has made me sign a NDA, a non disclosure agreement. I don't know
who told him I love to talk (lol) but since I do mum's the word. Therefore I
can't say nothing about anything or I am out on my ass and back to Dallas I go. Not only that I've been putting in a lot of hours with my new gig. </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I work as an accounting assistant which means I support
his account and his CFO. To be honest I have no earthly idea what the hell I am
doing. Everyday I pray the same prayer Lord please let everything balance
out... Amen. I love my boss (the accountant) she is super sweet and really smart, which means
she's over qualified. It works out well with her being over qualified and me not
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">When I first
started working for G.O.O.D Music I thought it was really cool. I'd be out with
friends and someone would ask me what I do and I say with confidence I work for
G.O.O.D, yes G.O.O.D Music while brushing my long weave off my shoulder with my chin up in the air. But then people started asking me to get them record deals and
for hookups and that just made it annoying. I can't imagine if I were actually sign to the label I'm sure it would be a hundred times worse(Lol).But I've solved that problem, now when asked what is it I do for a living I tell them I'm a stripper. Some people ask me if I know Jesus or was I loved as a child (both are yes answers)
and others become very uncomfortable while judging me with their thoughts (lol) . It doesn't bother me
cause no ones asking me to make them a star or get them hooks up with famous people (lol). </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Since I've been here in New
York I feel like I'm being shifted into something great. I feel like the world is at my finger tips and I can have whatever I want but at the same time I have no idea how to get it. I fee like everything I've ever wanted is right in front of me but what is everything. I was at work late last night and I was thinking about when I first moved to New York working at the Gramercy Park Hotel. There was never a dull moment and although my boss was clear definition of a woman scorn I was perfectly content with working the front desk. No sooner than it was time for me to sign my papers for a the Union to get benefits I get the call to work for NEYO. My first day there was when his album released R.E.D (Realizing Every Dream). Although there was so much chaos and disorganization I was still very happy with my position because it's Music and if this was the only way for me to be around it that was fine with me. Out of no where I here about an assistant position in G.O.O.D Music and bam I get the job with G.O.O.D Music (Getting Out Our Dreams). </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I go from Realizing Every Dream to Getting Out Our Dreams. I 'm just curious as to where God is really taking me, am I moving into my Dreams? I am placed right in the center of Dreams and I can't help but wonder if my dreams are coming true? What is happening to me. The good thing about having all these questions is I'm not nervous or scared, not even anxious, I'm just curious. My prayer is that God will prepare me for what is to come next. I believe its for me to live out my dream as a recording artist so I'm taking vocal lessons and doing open mics. But most importantly I'm just living in the moment and being thankful for this experience. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Now I haven't forgotten about my biological clock (lol). I did go on a date last week. I really had a good time but there was no spark or anything it was just nice time out. Yes I did order the steak, loaded bake potato and crown and ginger ale (two crowns), I was starving. And yes momma, I did ask if he knew Jesus...He said he was familiar with the name(lol). I have to be honest I thought he was going to be good jump off but it looks like God wants me to keep my legs closed and my eye on the prize. SO I guess he'll be good New York company. All of this is fine with me considering I am patiently waiting for Calvin Johnson (wide receiver for the Detroit Lions) to find me, fall passionately in love with me and make me his wife and the mother of his children. Considering I am aging gracefully I have no problem waiting (don't Judge ME!!!).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Well I thinks that's all folk. Everyone should be caught up on my boring life (lol). To my friend who finds themselves curious about where God has placed them in their life I encourage you to surrender and just be. That way God can get us prepared for Greatness.</span></div>
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Lola Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06189026595668716582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037066339928074653.post-51205815030143742412013-03-14T12:06:00.001-07:002013-03-14T12:06:11.760-07:00Making The First MOVE!?! GUYS Or GIRLS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When I was growing up my father had a rule. The rule was boys can call me and my sister but we can't call boys. For a long time I thought this rule was stupid and he was just being a mean ole man but as I've gotten older I totally get it. I realize that he was teaching my sister the importace of allowing the man take the lead.<br />
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Right now I am in dating mode. The guys I am talking to don't live in New York, and I'm okay with that. The problem that I seem to be having is that they all want me to come see them. Let me make myself VERY CLEAR I am just dating its nothing serious with anyone just yet. For a lack of better words we're just talking. I feel like they should come see me first. Am I being unreasonable? Plus New York is more fun than Detroit and I love my home town but this dude will already see me by default cause family is in Dallas. And Atlanta is Atlanta, nothing new. Its amazing what a guy will ask a woman he's interested in to do that he would never suggest to his mom, sister or daughter to do. I mean really , would a respectable guy suggest to their daughter to go see a guy she's only talking to, to fly out to his city...come on I seriously doubt it.<br />
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As a woman I want to feel desired. I want a guy to want me enough that he will come to me and sweep me off my feet. I want someone who will make the effort to pursue me. In as much as its seems to be an inconvenience I believe I am worth it. I'm smart, sexy , talented, fun and with the right guy I could be very fun, if you catch my drift (lol). And not to get all self-righteous, holier than thou Christian on yall but somewhere in the bible, I don't know where, doesn't it say: He who find a wife finds a good thing?!? My point is I've been the girl to make the first move and its always been the wrong move . I'm ready to settle down and have a few babies but I'm not gonna do all this with someone whose not making the effort.<br />
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So I ask you dear friends, who should see who first..... Me or Him.<br />
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<br />Lola Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06189026595668716582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037066339928074653.post-50990643125060098822013-02-20T09:11:00.004-08:002013-02-21T06:38:08.299-08:00Why I Will Marry A Black Man <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8TJIhyphenhyphenSKPNrEflqto-xXqWENg2XYypqnEeoU3ytziobjFOChA43DDQkQkMrjxWlCqKaNMx27qBU5AoMpEIU5pQr5AUuBvnvwGrY9dxz4wL7JA62BBJyZZVLd2GTAdzWo_rh5nBYtWwYQ/s1600/daddy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8TJIhyphenhyphenSKPNrEflqto-xXqWENg2XYypqnEeoU3ytziobjFOChA43DDQkQkMrjxWlCqKaNMx27qBU5AoMpEIU5pQr5AUuBvnvwGrY9dxz4wL7JA62BBJyZZVLd2GTAdzWo_rh5nBYtWwYQ/s320/daddy.jpg" width="320" /></a>A few nights ago I went on a date with a handsome young man I met on the train ( clearly I wasn't following the rules my mother taught me about not talking to strangers). He was tall, handsome and Puerto Rican. The date started with him sending for a car service to pick me up in Queens, which is where I live. I was very impressed and kinda curious cause we met on the train, the E train at that. Never the less it was still very nice gesture and it defiantly got him panty points (lol, jk, not really). Anyway we met up at this very nice steak house in the city. In as much as I may have been rude I just had to ask him, "what do you do for a living?" I mean he was rolling out the red carpet for me as he should but I didn't want him to go into debit excepting me to cash in on his panty points. He didn't get that many points (lol). Come to find out my latin lover is a finical investor and dose some type of international business. You know I had to ask if his international business had anything to do with illegal narcotics. He laughed and said no, but I was so serious. Impress with his line of work I had yet another question, cause as a woman I just can't let things be. I asked with his line of work and his expensive taste why was he on the train. Of course he had a very humble answer, he likes to people watch,plus riding the train keeps him grounded. Now I'm not sure how much of this was true but I figured I'd buy it for a free steak dinner (lol). As the night went on we talked about what we liked to do, our hobbies, and oh YES!!! Football. Clearly he's a Jets fan, what New Yorker isn't (lol). He had great conversation, the night was amazing. I have to be honest as shameful as it is for me to say but I have never been a date of that magnitude...EVER.<br />
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Being a woman my age , my mind quickly rushed us to marriage with a baby in a baby carriage (lol). Riding back home I thought to myself what it would be like to marry a outside of race, having half breed babies, eating collard greens with spanish rice (lol). We could salsa and do the Cupid Shuffle at our wedding. My daughter can have a sweet 16 party and a Quinceanera (which is a sweet 15). My son can play soccer and football and become and NFL kicker. My 2.5 children can have the best of both worlds.They will have Cinco De Mayo ( minus the margaritas,lol) and June tenth. I mean successful black men are always creating interracial families... Hell if I can't get em why not join the other team. Then I got to thinking about my parents and how my father was with my mother and with me and my sister.<br />
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I grew up in a two parent home with a father who made it his number one priority to make sure my sister and I got to school everyday on time, with a quick prayer before leaving the house. Of course my mother asked him every day "did you pray with the girls"lol. Granted he wasn't the best at combing our hair he still made sure we he got to school (lol). My daddy was super cool growing up even though in the winter he made us eat prunes to keep my sister and I regular, not sure why that was so important in the winter and not any other time of the year (lol). Although my dad is a pastor of a church he always kept it gangsta when it came to his girls. I remember arguing with the lady in college about my tuition being paid. The lady said to me"obviously ya daddy didn't do what he said he did" I called my daddy and well let's just say her attitude changed and I was quickly enrolled in school. My daddy was cool and alway looked good and smelled good. He even help my mom with perming my sister and my hair for the first time, he was in charge of rinsing and shampooing (lol). He and my mom would play this game "Honey home" everyday and when he walked in my mom would run to him. He took my mom on a date every friday and til this day he keeps her driving a clean Cadillac. Now only a black man knows the value of a clean Cadillac.<br />
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When I reflect the fond memories of my father as man and a husband to my mother I can't help but want to marry someone like him. He was far from perfect but that doesn't take away from him being the best father ever. I want to marry a man that will instill our African history and heritage in our children. I know the media shows Black Men as the image of ignorance and disrespectful to women but I can't help but believe theirs a black man for me that will take me out on a date every friday and keep me in a clean Cadillac. I can't help but believe that there is a black man for me that's got a lil gangsta in him just in case someone one wants to show out on me and kids he can handle it without causing a scene (lol). In as much as I loved my date with my latin lover I can't help but want what was given to me as a little black girl.<br />
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To my friend who travels outside their race to find true love do whats best for you, but I'm a stick with the brothas... There's at least one that will love me for me.<br />
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Til Next Time<br />
Simply Lola<br />
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<br />Lola Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06189026595668716582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037066339928074653.post-31356855139189141832013-02-05T07:20:00.002-08:002013-02-05T07:38:55.592-08:00Black History Month/ A Lost Language<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This morning while riding the train I noticed a sign written in several different languages. It was a sign letting everyone know that there will be a new train route starting at the end of February. Just so everyone was clear on the new changes they printed the poster in chinese, indian, spanish, russian, and english. As I took my eyes off of the posted notice I realized I was sitting in between to men. One man was reading an Asian news paper and the other man was reading an Indian news paper both written in their own language. As I rode the train to work I thought about the fact that I am African American and as a descendant of the African culture and origin their was no original language for me. When our ancestors were brought over to America they were striped of their language.This country took our language from your family as well as mine. The language of our people is no longer in existence and all we have is the history create today.<br />
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This month is Black History Month. This month is important because its all we have left of who we are. 80% of inner city volunteers are white women. In as much as they are taking out the time to give to our dying youth they are not teaching our children the truth the facts of what it is to be Black in America. We can give every excuse in the world why we can't but the truth of the matter is WE MUST!!!. We must volunteer the information of who we are, where we come from and what makes us who we are to those who are coming behind us. No one can tell our story like we can. We've lost out language let's hold on to our history.<br />
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In honor of those who have come before us I have posted a tribute to the BLACK HISTORY... EnjoyLola Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06189026595668716582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037066339928074653.post-38089192434362398512013-01-27T16:58:00.000-08:002013-01-28T08:31:49.610-08:00Southern Singing to City Living Today it is extremely cold in New York. It's cold like ugges, hat, scarf, and leg warmer, ear muffs, and gloves. In this kind of weather is a MUST to have all of the above. I know you're probably thinking, well what did you expect in New York, unpredictable Dallas weather. Well to answer your question,Yes I did. Don't ask me why I just did.<br />
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Whoever said that if you can make it in New York, you can make it anywhere, wasn't lying. I miss the days where I can wash my clothes in my home and not have drag the down to the laundry mat. The sad thing I can't let my laundry pile up because the heavy load become unbearable and the journey becomes even more of a very exhausting experience.This is the same for grocery shopping as well. OMG!!! buying groceries and carrying them down 8 blocks is the best workout. At first I hated it and then I thought I really hated it but I found the good in it and thought about all the calories I was burning (lol) .<br />
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Going out has its struggles too. For the most part it takes me three trains to get to exciting side of the city. I have to take the 7, N, and either the 1 or the 2, talk about perseverance and determination (lol) . Lawd have mercy, running in heels to catch a train late at night is like making an attempt of suicide I leaned the smartest thing to do is take a nice size purse that my heels can fit in and then wear my flats on the train, just in case somebody crazy wants to run up on me I can burst a fast and serious move (lol). However that too can be a gamble. Some clubs insist that you throw your shows away, which makes absolutely no sense to me at all. Clearly how can a flat shoe be considered a deadly weapon. What am I gonna do?!? beat a woman to death(lol) I'm sure after a few hits from my shoe to her head she'll find a way too attack me with her rat tail comb and I will be the one stabbed to death, but I digress. The crazy thing is people go out here and lines are wrapped around the building and women are dressed half naked (cause we are on the market) and not wearing a coat. I mean its freezing and they're wearing heels and are shivering due to the coldest of cold weather and no coat on?, Not I said the single black woman, the last thing I need is for my coochie to catch a cold(words from my granny) I am always making sure I look good showing off the best of my assets but I'm not gonna kill myself doing it, hints the reason for coat check. It's New York of course they're gonna have coat check why wouldn't they. There is a fee for it, but if I can't pay the fee, going to this club aint for me(lol).<br />
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In a nut shell New York has been one hell of an adjustment, but I'm taking it all in stride. I stopped asking God what am I doing here. That answers easy, because I moved here. Now I want to know whats keeping me here, what are my expectations of being in New York. My friend Leon in Dallas use to tell me all the time that all the things I want to do can be done in Dallas and now I'm beginning to believe he might have been right. But I'm here and for the first time I've decided not move until I get all that I'm suppose to get in this part of my journey. Unless I get knock-up then I'd have to go home. I can't raise a baby by myself and I'm afraid my sister and mom would run off with my child away. So i might as well surrender to their will (lol). However that wont happen anytime soon. Thanks to my long work hours I don't have to worry about that. I haven't had time to meet some very sexy gorgeous man to color with (lol).<br />
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So to my friend who is struggling with adjustment to a decision you've made. If for no other reason stay there until you gain all that you can from this part of the journey that you're on.<br />
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Til Next Time<br />
Simply LolaLola Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06189026595668716582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037066339928074653.post-62292673121591527362013-01-16T10:52:00.000-08:002013-01-16T10:58:12.506-08:00No More Fear This Year <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Working in the music industry is a great experience but at the same time it has got to be the most unstable industry to be in, especially when it comes to Black Entertainment. I love my job (Lawd knows I do) but working with my boss has been one hell of a challenge. I stress out all the time about if I am doing a good job or if she's gonna fire me for making a mistakes. I mean she's so cut throat that it freaks me out. My job is not hard at all. I'm an assist for Christ sake. I'm not curing cancer or discovering new research on deadly diseases. All I'm doing scheduling appointments and executing her administrative needs. Never the less I beat myself up on not doing a good enough job all the time. The more I feel like a failure the more I wanted to quit and go home. At least once a week I have said to myself "I don't have to take this shit, my momma loves me I can go home" (lol).The stress from my job got so bad that I poped a blood vessel in my eye... Oh wait, time out, flag on the play unnecessary roughness on ME! I am on the market and I can NOT being looking like I've subjected myself to an abusive relationship... NO WAY NO HOW!!!<br />
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Breaking a blood vessel I knew it was time to get a grip on myself and say enough is enough. So I decided to just STOP. STOP being so afraid of not doing a good job, or being good enough. Most importantly I've decided to STOP beating myself up. I mean lets be honest my greatest fear of not doing a good job has clearly come up on me. I've sent more emails to the wrong person then the right person. I've delivered itineraries with missing information . Lord knows I have done it all. I don't pay attention to detail very well (its not one of my strongest traits) and I am going to mess up sometimes. I am a born perform it is what I do best but right now I am the assistant to a woman who can kill you with her words alone. So if her words are going to kill me at least I know I'm going to Heaven, well as long as God threw my sins in the sea of forgetfulness, I should be good (lol).<br />
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I am reminded of the bible story Job. A man who worshiped God all because he was afraid of losing all that he had, only to eventually lose everything. It was when he surrendered to his fear that God was able to give hime back all that he had lost. The most valuable lesson I've learned coming into this New Year is that I can't let my fears get the best me. I have to accept my flaws and decide with time the things I struggle with I'll get better at. I can do this and I will do this job well. Quitting is NOT an option and if they fire me God will provide, my momma loves me and well I can always go home. I've been fired before and I've gotten another job. I am a 32 year old woman whose eggs are ready hatch which makes me a woman whose ready to get hitched (lol). I must prepare for Calvin Johnson (Mega Tron) to find me, fall in love with me and make his Mega wife (lol)<br />
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To my friend who is a afraid about anything. Take it from me, accept, embrace, and surrender to your fear. Once you do that you can work through anything.<br />
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Til Next Time:<br />
Simply Lola<br />
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<br />Lola Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06189026595668716582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037066339928074653.post-23953041745405553392013-01-10T09:23:00.001-08:002013-01-10T09:32:06.185-08:00Agree to Disagree: A Disagreement with Danita<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Everyone knows how much I love my sister. My sister and I are absolute best of friends... poller opposites but thick as thieves My parents taught us at a very early age that we are ALL we got and it has stuck with us for a life time. In as much as we are very close sometimes we don't see eye to eye. Its tragic but true that we just don't think alike, especially when it comes to MEN!!!.Now Danita is married and I, sadly to say am not married. She's younger than me but she thinks knows every thang and yes since I want to be married it would be ideal to take her advice but in this case I just can't do it. Which brings me to the situation at hand.<br />
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For the past 6 months I have been casually dating/ talking to this guy that lives in Dallas. At the beginning of us connecting we hit it off great. As time has gone on things have been very inconsistant with us talking and seeing each other. To make a long story short the last straw was when I went to Dallas for the Holiday and he didn't call or even come by and see me. Now he has said that he is interested in me and likes but his actions aren't adding up. To make a long story short when I opened up for Jon B at the BB King club/loung in New York Time Square I got a lot of great response from friends, family, and people that attended the show. Out of no where this guy sends me a message via twitter wishing me well and later asking me how did the show go. I thanked him for the support and I let him know that the show went very well. He later said he was proud of me and he'd call me later cause he wanted details. I told him that I was grateful for his support and really appreciated him wishing me well with the show, but there was no need to call me. My exact words were: You didn't call me when I was in Dallas and you're inconsistant which leads me to believe you have a lack of interest in me, so lets just stick to being social media friends. Of course there was no response and then out of no where he start sending messages saying Good Morning and How is work, blah, blah , blah.<br />
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Since my sister is my best friend that doesn't judge me I tell her this whole story and she tells me that I am NOT being fair because I refuse to respond. She starts going on and on how maybe he just wants to take it slow and I should really give him a chance. I couldn't believe it!!! Out of the 6months we've been on one date, and he had a brief kiss ( that was actually nice) but other than that it has not gone any where. He doesn't so much as Skype me and if you haven't notice but I am a very attractive woman. Then Danita goes on to say that I should enjoy the moment ...WHAT MOMENT!?!? moments of inconsistency!!! She started telling I'm to hard on guys and I just give him a chance. I couldn't believe it!! Danita is the author and finisher of " YOU TEACH PEOPLE HOW TO TREAT YOU and she wants me to compromise. I am a woman in my early thirties whose biological clock is running a race of its on. My eggs are diminishing as we speak. I don't have time to take things so slow that I become someones girl friend of 10 years, sorry I can live the life of VH1 Love and Hip Hop, no not me... Aint Nobody Got Time For That. I had a long day at work and I didn't have the energy to go back and forth with her so I have decided to agree to disagree on a subject.<br />
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This has been on my mind ALL night and now I'm reaching out to you all cause I just need to know whose side are you on? Mine or Danita's? Am I really being unreasonable or is she just being too passive.<br />
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Til Next Time<br />
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<br />Lola Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06189026595668716582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037066339928074653.post-26564428342338062112013-01-03T11:32:00.003-08:002013-01-03T11:41:39.677-08:00Mixed Emotions/ Opening up for Jon BMy New Year is starting off Great. Today is the big day I open up for Jon B in Time Square in New York City. I have mixed emotions. I'm excited, nervous and a little sad at in one.<br />
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I'm excited because I'm doing something I love to do and thats perform. I am a performer its what I love to do and who I am creatively. To be able to start off the New Year doing something I love to do just makes this moment ever more of an awesome feeling. Time Square, how many people can say they have performed in Time Square...not many. So just that alone makes tonight a great moment. Plus its Jon B I mean he's old school, but he made classic hits and for that I am truly honored.<br />
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I'm nervous because I have no idea what to expect. I am singing with all tracks because I can't have a band. So it will be just me on stage....ALONE, by myself (no pressure,lol). Not only that the songs are coming it back to back with only 15secs in between. The good thing about a band is I can feed of their energy and change sounds and vibes its so much fun. Its a good thing I'm not a talker (lol).Then I'm singing all cover songs. For those of you who don't know what a cover song is, its when you just sing popular songs from the radio or an era. I have no problem with this but I am just praying I picked the right songs. I don't know what the audience is going to be like and how many people will be there... all of this has got me crazy. It's not much I can do about it now but go in and kill it in the best way I can.<br />
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Finally, I'm sad cause I wont have my Dallas crew here with me. Lauren wont be here to mouth the words to me, cause Lord knows I forget lyrics in a minute. Kim Hunt wont be here to cheer me on cause thats just what she does. Frank, Daylon, Reggie, Robyn, the Roy Williams SafetyNet foundation... non of the homies will be in the building. My church family usually makes coming out to support me at my shows as one of their worldly activities but I guess my father didn't approve a bus trip to New York (lol). I have recruited some New York fans, like my friend Monica and her sister Michelle will be there and a few other people. But to make it like this which is huge to me and not have my crew or even my band just dosen't make it the same.<br />
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Please pray for me that the little fear I have turnes into GREAT FAITH!!!, I miss you guys and just know this is just the beginning. Love YA, check out the site<br />
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Til Next Time<br />
Simply LolaLola Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06189026595668716582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037066339928074653.post-90357592647140719062012-11-09T09:40:00.002-08:002012-11-16T09:35:15.676-08:00The R.E.D Album Release Party<br />
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Tuesday was not just a day that we elected Barrack Obama for a second term of presidency but it was also the day that Ne Yo's album R.E.D was released. Which meant that my life was no longer my own. let me tell you how it all started.<br />
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Tuesday afternoon lets say oh around about 3pm I get an email that says; hey we need to put together a album release party/dinner for Ne Yo and please make sure you have easels, artwork, roses, gift bags, Ne Yo's new CD, thank you cards and the list went on and on and on. The more I read the more I thought to myself omg, omg, omg, OOOOOOMMMMMGGGG. How in the WORLD am I gonna get this done by 8pm. Plus I had to make a guest list of executives that would be attending only to realize everybody and their momma thinks of themselves as a Very Important Person ( Jesus Keep Me Near The Cross). I had to start prioritizing fast quick and in a hurry. I assumed sense we have an intern that I would have help. But oh no this 35 year old honorary idiot had his own agenda and it had nothing to do with helping me put together this last minute party. When my counter partner asked him why wasn't he being pro active and assisting me with the party he says in a deep dumb voice : Well Lola aint ask me to do nothing. I thought to myself he can't be serious I have CC'd you on every email and split up a list of things to do so we can get the job done faster and you are sitting your fat butt in a chair saying I haven't asked you to do anything... how many ways do I have to say get your ass up and work without literarily pushing you out of this seat, but whatever the job gotta get done and you are a waste of thinking space in brain.<br />
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Moving forward I started making progress with getting decorations and confirming guest RSVP's and then out of no where I get hit with a phone call from Ne Yo's assistant asking me why didn't he receive an invitation to the party. I couldn't believe it. I was so annoyed that i had to take a step back take a deep breath and say Jesus Keep Me Near The Cross. After that I told him if he ever talked to me crazy again it would be the last words he'd every say and that he was Ne Yo's assistant so he's always invited where ever he goes you. He apologized and the air was clear. Pat myself on the back small fire put out. Now on to the other flaming issues.<br />
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I get to the restaurant which was absolutely beautiful and meet Brandyn the event coordinator's assistant. He was already working on the gift bags and me and my partner in crime Calvin started setting up the tables and placing Malibu Red product out. Let me just say this about Calvin, he is an absolute life saver, he really helped me pull this party off. Anyway things were still smooth until the doors open and uninvited guest entered the building. Now I couldn't just say hey you can't be here because you aren't on the list cause these folks showed up with HNIC's of Def Jam and Motown. All except for five girls who were invited by a tag along yes boy. Since he was no an HNICP or VIP I had no problem telling him that at $200 a plate they can't stay but are more then welcome to eat at McDonalds and meet the crew at Greenhouse. As for the rest of the uninvited guest that was a battle that I choose not to fight. Considering there were more people then setting I found myself sitting outside the private room right next to the kitchen, which was cool cause I wont be sitting on the outside for long. I'll the honored guest seated at the head table much sooner than later (lol).<br />
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The dinner turned out to a great success. Good food, and good people we some were good people (lol). Obama won the election and Ne Yo's R.E. D album is turned all the way up getting everyone hip and ready to head out to GreenHouse a popular night club in New York. and let me just add that this new album is really good, I mean timeless. It's absolutely amazing. Between the restaurant and club I some how lost my phone,( this is just great). It's late and I forget that the buses are on a curfew from the storm to preserve gas. So it's like 2am I have no phone and I can't get home. So I go back to the office pull my paperless wireless bill up on the internet and start calling everybody I can think of except for my mom cause she'd ask to many questions until finally my friend Andre answered, thank you God. I told him to call the office at 7am to wake me up so I can go home get dress and get back to work ( long day, long night is an understatement, lol). He calls I go shower and change and get back to work on time mission complete.<br />
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After all the work I did the only person that gave me my props was my partner Calvin and my friend Daylon. But that was fine cause for the first time ever I can honestly say that I didn't need validation to prove that I am a hard worker or even a good worker. If no one else is proud of me but me I'm okay with that. This job is a lot of work but I like it. I'm still not sure what I will get out of being here but I'm all the answers I need will be revealed in due time.<br />
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Til Next Time<br />
Simply Lola<br />
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<br />Lola Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06189026595668716582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037066339928074653.post-350809289621842682012-11-01T11:17:00.000-07:002012-11-02T06:46:41.306-07:00From Gramercy Park Hotel To Compound Ent.<br />
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<b>When I first moved to New York I interviewed for a executive assistant position at Compound Music Entertainment. For those of you who are not familiar with Compound Music it's singer/songwriter Ne Yo’s record label. And if you don't know who Ne Yo is well he’s responsible for writing a lot of songs you sing along to. His most popular song is "To The Left' the song Beyonce recorded for her B-Day album. Anyway I interviewed with them the first week I moved to New York. I stalked Compound Music for like a month, checking on the status of the resume/interview every other day. After a while I just gave up and accepted a front desk agent job at the Gramercy Park Hotel. I figured not hearing back from Compound was a blessing that I would learn to appreciate later in life or a bullet that I have successfully dodge and didn't know. Although I’m a true social light, working nights at the hotel wouldn’t be so bad. It’s a nice hotel that is overpriced for the rich and famous. If nothing else I could be a social media light and just tweet and comment on facebook all of he craziness that goes on, on my shift(lol).If you follow me on twitter or you’er my friend on facebook you have read my post about the crazy celebrities like Lindsey Lohand stealing everything including the bed sheets from the hotel, to the very wealthy white men getting drunk at our popular Rose Bar and making out with random women in our lobby (they don’t call it the sex palace for nothing, lol). </b></div>
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<b>I had no life outside of work (which I’m sure my mom was relieved by)and when everyone was out and about I was sleep or working. I had to endure beating off the brutal mosquitoes who aggressively attached my legs and thigh. I even managed to suffer through working with my psychopath night manager. It was clear my night manager was an overweight bitter woman who would grow old alone and house stray cats and dogs until her death. Given all of the reasons to hate my job I never complained because I was grateful. I was working a Union job which meant benefits and stability (two things I hadn’t had in a very long time) I figure I work at the hotel enroll into the New York Film school graduate from the Masters program in two years and go from there. And then out of nowhere I get call from Compound offering me a position as a executive assistant.</b><br />
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<b>My initial thought was “Hell Yeah” but then I was like WAIT!!! I got benefits and stability , two things I am beginning to enjoy. Music is my life but the ability to actually purchase something and not pray the popular prayer “Please God let my card approve” at drug/ grocery store had become a way of life that I was enjoying greatly. I am starting to have actually money in my saving account not being used to cover overdrafts fees. This may not sound like much to some of you reading this but this was a new life for me and I liked it. So before my mouth accepts something my thoughts haven’t confirmed I have a few questions. And my first question was, how much is the pay and when do we get paid. She told me the offer, which happen to be a little more then what I am making at the hotel but I would be on a 60 day probationary period. I had just completed a 90 day probationary period at the hotel, did I really want go back through the stress of hoping I'd make the cut. Probationary periods are very stressful for me because all I think about is “Oh God, please don’t let me mess up”, and what if I do mess up I have to look for another job and then I’ll be kicking myself thinking why didn’t I just stay at that damn hotel. The more I thought about the job at Compound the more I realized that my thoughts were more negative than positive.</b><br />
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<b>So then I did a quick reality check. I started to think what if I do a really good job and things go well. What if making this move is a great moved towards my real dream, like Jill Scott. She got a contract job painting walls at Jazzy Jeff’s studio. Who knows maybe Ne Yo could be around and in need of a back ground singer and what do ya know I could be like hey I sing and that’s the start of my huge career. Or maybe a producer from Good Music walks in and say I need a singer to demo out a few songs for Rihanna or Beyonce and I’m like hey I can demo them for ya… what do ya know bam the stars a line and I’m a huge success. Once I started to think about the opportunities that the job presented I started to realize that there was more to gain than lose. So I signed on the dotted line and now I am working for Compound Entertainment.<br /><br />Am I nervous about leaving my comfort zone, of course I am. This is Black Entertainment I’m talking about here and nothing is stable about Entertainment especially black entertainement . But I have to think positive and believe for the best. Its so funny I’ve been in New York for only 5 months and I am making huge moves fast. Clearly this is all the will of God, but I realize his will can’t be done until I surrendered. By no means am I trying to put up a front like I’m a Saint cause Lawd knows I aint. I will drink a whole bottle of wine by myself and flirt with WR Calvin Johnson if ever present with the opportunity (don't judge me) but I will say this, I accepted what God has given me and showed him appreciation for it. And because I learned how thank God for what I had I was able to get what I wanted.<br /><br />To my friend who really wants something, I say thank God for what you have, find comfort in what he’s given you. When you do this simple thing God will truly start to give you the desires of your heart. And when he gives it to you trust its gonna be scary to leave your comfort zone but in the end it will be so worth it.</b><br />
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It’s a little over four months since I’ve move to the Big
Apple and for the most part I’m not doing to bad. I am still sleeping on my
friend Monica’s couch but focused on getting a place of my own. I enrolled into
this performing arts program at the New York Film Academy so I am real excited
about starting school in January. I’m still working at my crazy hotel and no I
have not gotten use to the night shift. I was working what felt like a
hundred jobs when I first got here but I quickly had to quit a few of them…
well I was only working three but I quit Steven Madden. I loved the discount
but my job title was the “Up Stairs Girl”
meaning I did nothing but stand up stairs in the men’s section of the store.
Every time I had to go into work I felt like I was wasting my life away it's
just a not work $9.50 an hour. Plus men from overseas always came in the store wanting to take pictures with me and of me, that was just weird and uncomfortable at same damn time (lol). I figure if I need some extra money I’ll look
into over time at the hotel. I get asked a lot about <st1:place w:st="on">New York</st1:place> and if I like here or is it over
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Well to be honest I really like here. The weather is quickly
changing and I’m not really ready for cold and snow. It was so cold one morning
I had to catch a cab from my job to the train station. The station is not that far
but Lord have mercy when that wind started to blow it became unbearable (lol). There’s
no denying that the city is very fast pace. If you’re real particular about
your personal space <st1:city w:st="on">New York City</st1:city>
is NOT the place for you. My mom and sister
came out to visit and they were so ready to walk until they realized they
couldn’t keep up. My mom had no problem going any where that got us there by
cab, we rode the train once and she was done. I think that had something to do with the homeless man sleeping across from us with his mouth wide open (lol). Public transportation get's really crowded really
fast, especially in the afternoon. The food is just okay it’s not all that great. In my opinion they could use alot moe butta in a lot of things, and a lot more pork too. The Jews own
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Working at night is safe for me because the night
life here is crazy. Everyone knows how I love to party. Lord knows if i could find a job to kick every night of the week I'd be its best employee (lol) I went out for my birthday
and had way too much fun. The DJ’s in <st1:state w:st="on">New
York play</st1:state> a variety of music and I danced all night. In <st1:city w:st="on">Dallas</st1:city> the DJ’s tend to
only play down south music making UGK sound like a hot new release. The vibe and
the people are just different. This not a place were you can fake the fonk.
Because the south is a little slower and much cheaper it’s easy to pretend to
be ballin out of control. But that mess don’t fly down here. It’s real clear
that everybody is on their grind because rent is due and rent is as high as a giraffe’s
ass (lol). Aint nobody got time to be acting like they got more than what they
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Famous people can be seen anywhere at any given time. I guess it was about a month and a half ago I was in Duane Reade Drug Store and saw Diana
Ross. Not really paying any attention just getting something quick, I was
standing in line and a lady tapped me on my shoulder and asked me if anyone
ever told me I look like a young Janet Jackson. I turned to answer her and what do ya
know it was Diana Ross. I asked if I could take a picture and just like the
polite Diva she is sad No (lol). Of course celebrities are always hanging out at the
hotel I work at. I had the pleasure of accidently walking in on Plexico Burrass
while paying his water bill. I was so embarrassed. I ran out so fast that I
don’t think he heard me say sorry (lol). But in my defense I knocked on the door
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I can’t tell you how many times I have almost walked right
on top of a homeless man or woman. They sleep all over the dog gone city…OMG.
Sometimes which is sad but they will blend in with the trash. I use to feel
terrible for them and give them a few dollars but there are so many of them
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I will say as much as I love the city I don’t plan on staying out here forever. I see moms catching cabs to take their kids to school or pushing
a stroller through all this walking traffic and it looks more frustrating than fun. I
really haven't seen much eye candy in the city other than the bellman at my job and that could be because I work the worst shift ever in life. He's extremely tall and built like a lineman. I don’t like him
in a way of dating him but I wouldn’t mind him being my maintenance man (if ya know what
I mean, but he has a girl friend which totally sucks) I’m still holding out for Calvin Johnson, (lol). I'm somewhat talking to my gentle giant in Dallas, but he is really dragging his feet so I'm not really sure it will last too much longer. I feel like if I have to ask you where this is going then its probably not headed in the direction I want it to go. Then again I could be wrong, only time will tell.<br />
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The truth of the matter is home is always home. No matter where I go I still would somehow in a way rather be home. I've declared my marriage for sometime next year so I'm hoping my husband is home.<br />
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New York city is super expensive. I mean its nothing to burn through like a $100 bucks in an hour. I spend about $70 bucks a week on transportation alone. Food is a whole other story, because its New York City the price goes up for everything. Plus the city never sleeps so the clubs and bars on top of catching cabs just makes for a life of bankruptcy (lol).Not only that but with the few auditions and submissions I have sent out with my head shoot and music have left directors and casting agents confused because clearly I don't look like the pictures. Which means new head shots. With that being said I need money, as much money as I can get. Thankfully I am not a girl that's afraid of a little hard work so I've manage to not only get one job but three, yay me!!!, talk about a tired sista (lol). I am still working at the private bouquet style hotel in Chelsea , but I just recently got a part job at Steve Madden and then I am contracted out by my friend Ivory that works with the NBA for various stuff. I'm not sure exactly what Ivory does but what I do know is when she walks in a room everyone gets nervous and gets to work. She's really a Boss Chick.<br />
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The good thing about working three jobs is for the most part I like them all. On my first day of working at Steve Madden I got a free pair of shoes plus I get half off of everything in the store except for clearance.Considering I'm trying to save money this discount I'm getting could cause major interference(lol).<br />
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Working with the NBA rookies is so much fun. I mean how many times does a girl find herself being the center of attention among young millionaires, well with the exception of acrobatic strippers not many(lol). I just love the innocent compliments and flirting but I'm no fool. In as much as they are popular and rich they are also mostly big babies. After spending countless hours hearing them wine and cry about absolutely nothing I'm quickly reminded these future NBA heart throbs are more of a headache than my hearts desire, so I'll pass.One would think with all the money they are getting paid they would have less to complain about, but surely that is NOT the case. I kinda feel bad for them because not only has their lives changed but their entire family and a few friends lives have changed as well as.These kids are taking care of grown folks who they are not responsible for, tragic just tragic. Plus I really like my offensive guard. He's tall dark, handsome, and has really big hands and you know what they say about a man with big hands *wink*. To be honest I have no idea what "they" say about a man with big hands but I'm curious to find out (lol). I would much rather be tackled by him in a game of tongue of war than play hide and seek with a grown ass kid (lol). Who knows if all goes well I just might hand over the love of my life Detroit Lions WR Calvin Johnson to my dear friend Robyn....I'm sure she'd love that, but I digress.<br />
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The hotel is my full time job and its not so bad. It just sucks that I have to work the night shift, but even working nights has its perks. There's a really popular bar/ lounge within the hotel that a lot of famous people frequent often. When I say famous people I'm not talking about your black list B listers that live in the ATL shawty but Oscar winning, A list super stars. I mostly see them at their ultimate worse, usually drunk and hungover coming out of our private bar/ lounge no where near ready for the red carpet. My favorite is when super star athletes try to flatter me with unnecessary compliments for a hookup on a room for them and their one night stand. I'm not naming any names up a popular defensive back came in the night before a preseason game and wanted a room for him and is lady friend. Now he was already gonna be fined like $10,000 for breaking curfew, when I told him the price of the room he said to me "I'm about to bust a $375 nut, I said no sir this nut is about to cost you $10,375 (ROLMBO)... Now will that be debt or credit gotta love the night shift.<br />
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With all these jobs being up for 24 hours has become a norm for me. Its nothing for me to hop on a train heading to one of my part jobs early in the morning only having to go to the hotel and work the night shift . My mornings have become my nights and my nights have become my mornings. There are some days more like most days I feel like I'm way in over my head. On those days I pray "Dear God, why have thou forsaken me?!?!. Then some how some way I find the strength to keep going, fighting for my dreams. The little time I get to play I spend sleeping or playing truth or dare with new crush. Did I mention I really like him, I think I did.(lol) The one thing about working is when I see people on facebook and twitter out and about having a good time, living it up and I'm stuck behind a desk or on a sales floor ,its not fair. All I can think about is how their grass looks so much greener then mine. But then I have to remind myself that the grass isn't always greener on the other side. I'm sure most of the people I see on social media living the good life probably don't have jobs and should be using their energy to find one but who am I to judge. I know working the way I am right now is just a means to an end and this to shall pass.<br />
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To my friend who spends most of their time working, hang in there. This wont be us forever we just got to keep our eyes on the prize and know that in the end it will be worth it.I know it's tiring but our day of rest is just around the corner.<br />
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Living in <state w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">New York</st1:place></st1:state></state> is definitely different from living in <city w:st="on">the South. For one I am always mistaken for being anything but African American. I’ve been Dominican, West Indian<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Other” meaning anything but Black. Clearly it’s my 18 inch weave that throws the people of the city off (lol). At first it was frustrating to me but I've learn how to make it work in my favor....I'm whoever you want me to be when the drinks are on you, expect when it's time to go home... I am NOT that girl, I'm a southern lady (lol). In <state w:st="on"><place w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on">New York</st1:state></st1:place></place></state> that’s not saying much at all considering manners is a lost form of art.<u1:p></u1:p></city> The food here is just okay, they don’t season their food. Presentation is more important than flavor from what I can gather… well unless it’s a hot dog off the truck. People walk really walk fast here and its just best to get out of their way. I feel sorry for the tourist in Time Square because the natives aggressively push them out the way. I’ve learned very quickly to not even waste my time greeting people because they just give you this pissed off look like “why are you speaking to me” and I'm looking like "well never mind". It's safe to say I've had to do a lot of adjusting but for the most part I'm feeling like the move to <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">New York</st1:place></st1:state> was a good one. I finally feel like I am stabilizing myself. <br />
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I've been on a few auditions which have been a great learning experience for me. It's taught me that my head shots from 5 years ago must be burned and news ones must be made ASAP. Also the music I have recorded is a little dated so I got to get on the grind and record new music. Lastly I have got to do some major work on my monologs, making them as sharp as possible. Acting is reacting and my reacting is not giving me the reaction I need from casting agents. To say the least I've got a lot, I mean a lot of work to do. I'm not gonna lie I do question if I'm too old to start basically all over yet again. I look at people my age on facebook and twitter living the good life and I'm like damnit I hate them (lol) But then I use my hate as fuel to keep going, I’ll catch up with the high life folks sooner or later, I’m praying much sooner than later(lol). Even if I am too old to start all over yet again I'm an able body with passion and drive running through my bones. As long as I have that then I’ll keep going, well at least until I meet a man that will marry me and knock me up (lol). Then I can blame him and the kid for throwing me off course (lol).<u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p><br />
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And on that note, to my friend who is my age or older wondering if now is a good time to call it quits, I'm telling you DON’T. Colonel Sanders didn’t start frying chicken til he was 65. Now look at him… dead and rich, lol. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At least we’re not that old, which means there’s a possibility that we’ll get spend a little of our rewards while living (lol). If nothing else, just keep going until you find a man who will marry you and knock you up. Then you can stop and blame them for not seeing your dreams through (lol).<u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p><br />
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<br />Lola Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06189026595668716582noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037066339928074653.post-28765179548812052272012-07-01T20:32:00.001-07:002012-07-06T11:26:10.439-07:00Black Politics to Jewish Good Times<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I’m staying with my friend Monica for a little while until I can get a place in the city. I’m sending out my<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span>resume to every temp agency and craigslist listing that I can find because in as much as I am dying to become the next big super star recording artist, in the mean time a sista has gotta eat. Anyway Monica has a friend who invited us to a Black Political Party event in Soho (which is like downtown <state w:st="on"><place w:st="on">New York</place></state>). The event was mainly to promote Aids awareness and network with young black professionals. I was excited about attending the event but a little hesitate because although I’m black but my profession has nothing to do with politics ( well it does and it doesn’t, I mean there are politics in everything these days). I agreed to go because I’m still in tourist mode which means I want to go and do any and everything I can possibly do plus I still need a job ( you never know, maybe I run into someone who’s hiring up and coming super star recording artist). <br />
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We were late arriving to the networking event because of traffic. Of course I figure it wouldn’t be a big deal considering it was a Wednesday evening and who really goes out on a Wednesday!?! Clearly I was wrong apparently Wednesday nights for <state w:st="on"><place w:st="on">New York</place></state> locals is the night to go out, which means everybody is out. When I realized we were standing in very long line having to wait for people to leave because the venue was over its capacity, I quickly thought “Lola, we ain’t in <city w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Dallas</place></city> anymore”. See in <city w:st="on">Dallas</city> when a promoter says “Get there early” it’s lingo for “Please come to my party” but when a <state w:st="on"><place w:st="on">New York</place></state> promoter says get there early that’s lingo for “if ya on time, ya to late”. Thankfully we didn’t have to stand in line too long because we were with a friend of Monica’s who had a friend who was being honored at the event. Anyway, the club was totally sheik, and polished, very sexy and just so <state w:st="on"><place w:st="on">New York</place></state>. There were photographers and red carpet, and famous people, not super star famous but back in the day famous people. Like Salt&Peppa and Melissa Ford (which was a shock, but apparently she’s a up and coming socialite in <state w:st="on"><place w:st="on">New York</place></state>, so I hear).<br />
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I attempted to move around the overwhelmingly over crowded venue. I mean it was so many people in this little bitty space it felt like Texas heat in mid day August ( Jesus keep me near the cross ). The way the men and women dressed and interacted with each other I kind a felt like I was in a new era of the Harlem Renaissance. Everywhere I turned I bumped into a corporate professional by day but a passionate poet by life or a lawyer by occupation but a strong community activist by passion. And then there was me an up and coming recording artist fitting right in. I was in awe of what I rarely saw in <place w:st="on"><city w:st="on">Dallas</city></place> and very excited to be among the revival of the Harlem Renaissance. I enjoyed talking black politics but it was getting a bite boring. So we left and headed uptown to a roof top party where we in the company of the popular girls from the reality show Empire Girls (I don’t know much about them other than one of them was part of the group Cheetah Girls but is known as the ex-girlfriend of Rob Kardashian) and very cute Jewish gentlemen. <br />
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The roof top party was a lot of fun. The Empire Girls however, very boring... it was a kind of pretentious, but that’s my opinion. There was some type of young professional Jewish networking event going which mixed in with the “Empire Girls” party and that is what made super fun. There were two really cute Jewish guys who entertained us with conversation and complimentary cosmopolitans. They talked to us about how the Jewish single girls were really trying to sale themselves to a wealthy Jewish guy. But the wealthy Jewish guys were only buy what they were selling for one night (it looks like Jewish single women are having the same struggle of black women), I guess some things are the same no matter what race you are (lol). In the midst of our Jewish good time I met Andrew. Andrew loved my Texan accent and asked if we could exchange numbers and go out for happy hour. I told him that I’m a huge fan of football but not as much as I am a huge fan of cheap drinks between the hours of 4&8pm (lol). So you know what that means…yep I got me a date with a Jew. Jesus was Jew so I should be ok, then again let us pray. <br />
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<state w:st="on"><place w:st="on">New York</place></state> for the most part is absolutely great. I am fitting in like I've been here all my life...well that’s until I open my mouth and talk, clearly I'm straight from the south. However I’m still unsure of my random move I’ve decided to stick with and work through it. <br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">On my plane ride I thought about how I am the queen of set backs and delays.Everytime I feel like I am making great strides it never fails I am somehow hit with a huge set back. Having to experience setback after setbback and delay after delay I often wonder why I haven't thrown up my hands and said FUCK IT!!! I QUIT. The crazy thing about true passion andstrong desires is that no matter what I can never seem to walk away. It's like if I were to walk away from what I really want for myself I'd be walking away from who I am. I feel like I am in the middle of moving forward but at least I am moving forward and not backward. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I remember what I heard Kirk Franklin once say... A delayed prayer isn't a denined prayer ( not sure if that was his exact words, close enough) . As I wait for things that are out of my control come together. I'll go back to Dallas for a few weeks and get my ducks in a row and continue to move forward. In all that is going on I feel like my faith is being tested and this time I will pass this test with confidence.</span></div>
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</div>Lola Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06189026595668716582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037066339928074653.post-53035713395317624142012-05-08T07:35:00.000-07:002012-05-08T08:11:36.040-07:00Emotional Rollercoaster<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3rdgK1Fpv2elvj0BhCCNL5dozukLQQ333rAQ0Oy3FtM1aKBSflSKFSz2-AWjOHndI59q2VCRKm4M9Y1G8AM-DIMcy8M65Ryr38V1vDFqBaUdgUMPF9Yo6TubDIgRwWD7nvPTx7clen0/s1600/lola_simone_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" dba="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3rdgK1Fpv2elvj0BhCCNL5dozukLQQ333rAQ0Oy3FtM1aKBSflSKFSz2-AWjOHndI59q2VCRKm4M9Y1G8AM-DIMcy8M65Ryr38V1vDFqBaUdgUMPF9Yo6TubDIgRwWD7nvPTx7clen0/s320/lola_simone_3.jpg" width="240" /></a>It’s been a long time coming. I haven’t written in weeks and my reason for that is because of the lack of time in a day, a little bit of writers block but mostly because I’ve been on an emotional roller coaster. It’s been one thing after another with my move to New York. At first I was extremely excited with moving to New York, and then my future job told me they have over budgeted for my position and that I may not be needed for it at all. Clearly that took me from an extreme high to an ultimate low. To receive the news of being fired before ever even getting started was just tragic. Although it wasn’t confirmed I knew I had to figure out a plan B…what was I going to do?!?! I had given my notice to both of my jobs and my position had been filled. I wasn’t sure if I should stay in Atlanta and just try to make the best out of my disappointing situation or just go home. I even thought about all the people I told and how I would be judge as the girl that just can’t seem to get her shit together. Hence my exhausting emotional rollercoaster ride. </div>
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The day I received the news that my dreams of living in the Big Apple maybe postponed was also my last day working my retail job at Lenox Mall. My co-workers and I had created a very strong and tight bond. We always support and encourage each other in whatever it is that we’re doing. It was the day I would be saying goodbye to very close friends and the weight of not knowing where I would be a very heavy load I'd carry on my heart. Tears were streaming down my face because of heart breaking news from my future job and for the fact that I would no longer be working with people who were now my friends. My manager and good Maggie painted me the beautiful portrait that said “life is good” clearly that just made me even more emotion. The day was filled with flooding tears. When we closed the store for the night we figure we’d feed my unstable emotions with long island ice teas and shots, shots of any and everything I could through back (lol). The drinking was a good distraction from all that I was encountering at once, but when the bar did last call I was quickly reminded of my confusion and the urgency for me to make a wise decision (Oh dear God, what was I going to do). <br />
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When I got home I sat in my car, closed my eyes and took a deep breath. As soon as I opened my eyes I got a text from the Titan. My thoughts were I really can’t take anymore disappointments and what could he possibly want. Still under the influence of way too much alcohol I couldn’t figure out how to text him back, so I called. He answered and before he could even say hello I just started crying like an out of control woman saying “I think I was just fired from a job that I hadn’t even started”. Shockingly he stayed on the phone and just let cry. The crazy thing is I never had been this vulnerable with him. Until that night I would have never ever considered him to be a person that I could lean on. OMG!!! he’s not the jackass that broke my heart and colored me crazy, he’s actually a F.R.I.E.N.D…he’s a friend or was one that night, Now wait! Just because the Titan is my friend (which is very weird to say) doesn’t mean anything, Calvin Johnson of the Detroit Lions still has my heart. He is still the man for me, lol... now back to what I was saying. I had no idea what I was going to do. Of course the Titan suggested Dallas would be my best beat. I wasn’t against coming back home but the Big Apple has been a dream of mine since college. Ironically through my tears and confusion I never once uttered the words “why me” or “where are you God” I simply said to him that there are two things I wanted more than anything for myself this year, well three and that is God’s will, unshakeable faith and complete confidence in who I am and what I do and if I have to endure situations like this one to get what I want I'm okay with it. I even said that no where I am I know that I am a fucking (lets just blame that statement of truth on the alcohol). Clearly he was taken back by my words but continued to listen in silence. I cried and talked about just me and what I was going through for almost 2 hours and when we hung up I said my prayers. I told God that it doesn’t matter where I am I know that I’ll be better than okay.And I jumped off my crazy emotional rollercoaster ride. </div>
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The <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>next morning I finally got a grip on my thoughts and wrote down what I wanted to do and what would make sense for me to do. There is no question that I am not a person that plays it safe. I live by my college motto “find a way or make a way”. In this case I am going to have to find a way and make way at the same damn time. So therefore my decision is clear to me…I am moving to New York. I have a place to stay and I’ve been sending out my resume so I’ll get a job sooner or later (praying for sooner rather than later, lol). I didn’t come this far too quit and I’m confident that not only will I be okay but I will be very successful in the Big Apple. I don’t have all the answers to a hundred questions that I am so sure many of my friends and family may have for me. All I know is I have one life to live and I want to make sure I have few regrets as possible. </div>
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Emotional rollercoasters put us in a position to breakdown and build up. It’s within the breakdown I learn how to build myself up. I can see me finally becoming the person I have always wanted to me, confident with unshakable faith. Alex and Eric my “team from Atlanta” have gotten transfers from their jobs and will be in New York in June. When they get there I’ll be ready to continue our journey of me being a Great Success. </div>
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