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Have you ever kept something past the expiration date? When you opened your refrigerator and realized that “hey, I bought this a while ago,” look down and see it is due time to throw it away, do you? Have you ever been tempted to just taste it and see if it kills you? Most of us, at least those on a budget, will more than likely go on ahead and use that ground beef that still looks like beef but kinda smells like old socks (we just make sure we brown it real good, ha!!!) It got me to thinking, besides food there are many things that can have an expiration date. Friendships, romance, relationships and jobs can all at some point reach a limit where they are no longer useful or beneficial to our needs. So I will ask you again, have you kept something past the expiration date????

Can you all believe I had a gallon of orange juice for more than three years??.........Calm down, calm down, it wasn’t really orange juice, that was a metaphor. But I kept the “orange juice” way past his expiration date. And trust me, the date was written across his forehead. I could see it every time I walked in the house from work and he was sitting there doing nothing. The same nothing he’d been doing all day. When he was late picking me up from work in MY car and especially when I’d look at him and the only thing I could think of was why, why, why? Nevertheless, I kept him in my refrigerator. Maybe I thought that after a while of going bad for so long there would be nowhere else to go but back to his original taste. I mean there is nothing like a fresh glass of orange juice, the sweetness that rolls down your throat is priceless. But at this point the sweetness was gone and I was left with the yucky thick slightly green stuff that comes out when you pour expired orange juice out (for the record, I bought two gallons and forgot about one). As it turns out, orange juice does not return to its original state no matter how long you keep it in the refrigerator. Eventually, I ended up pouring my orange juice down the drain. It was hard at first, but then I realized tada, there is a whole aisle full a new, quench thirsting orange juice that comes in all sorts a flavors and fashions. The world is truly a better place.

Now as I stated before food is not the only thing with an expiration date. So once I threw out my “orange juice” it was a fine time to evaluate some other things in my life that seemed they had reached their end.

When I wake up in the morning the first thing I think of is, why is it morning? Now I am thankful that God has given me the opportunity to live another day, HOWEVER, my problem is what I am left to do with my day. Go to work. There is nothing like going to a job you can’t stand. I was sitting around thinking the other day about it and I wasn’t always like this. I’ve had jobs where I didn’t mind getting up and going, even staying late. And I do not like to stay at work late. But here, I hate walking in the door and hate when I leave because it means I have to return for another day. But yet, I am disregarding the expiration date. It’s for pretty good reasons. I enjoy most of my co-workers and we do have fun together. The ever so popular, it’ll look good on my resume. Lastly, I’m planning on moving to another state so I don’t see the need to start a new job when I’m trying to find one 700 miles away. But I feel kinda bad. I know I’ve reached the end point of this job, the point where I get here and could care less if I forget to do something or that we’re moving to some great new facility. I don’t want to dread the site of my boss walking in the door. I don’t want to have this negative cloud around me. But it’s here almost every day following me around like a shadow. So I’ve decided not to ignore it anymore, be proactive and for goodness sake, find another job.

Next it was on to my inner self. Getting rid of an unnecessary habit. Yes ladies and gentlemen they come with expirations too. At a certain age it is no longer acceptable for boys to pull on pigtails to get a girl’s attention. Picking our noses is highly frowned upon and deemed unacceptable. Running and screaming away crying when we don’t get our way, not so cute after oh let’s say five. But yet again there are the things we do now that we probably shouldn’t do anymore, although some not as obvious as the things I just mentioned. My habit that has reached its bitter end is not answering the telephone. Seems kinda silly to mention it, huh? Doesn’t quite fit up there with beating up homeless people, mocking the handicap or shaking old ladies down for their change. But it is something that serves no true purpose but to further my niche for basically being lazy and in some cases hurt people’s feelings, sorry D.O.C. you know l wub you. It’s not that I don’t like who is calling or feel that what they have to say isn’t worth listening to. I’m just trifling to be honest with you. I’m usually sitting right there and just don’t feel like talking at that particular moment. Or I reject the call and don’t make it a point to see who it was or listen to the voicemail that they left me. But after a while I could see that what I was doing was causing harm and was just plain silly. So there it was plain as day, the expiration date. So, I’m getting much better. Hell, I pay for minutes I might as well use them. For a further explanation on the repercussions of this habit please read Monday’s blog at

http://leslielousentiments.blogspot.com/.

I am trying to clean out my refrigerator on a timely fashion nowadays. Literally and figuratively. So in the future, when I tend to notice that something needs to be “thrown out” and has either reached or passed it’s expiration date, I will no longer hesitate to put it in its rightful place, the garbage. I know this can be hard. Some things we just can’t seem to let go. But nothing lasts forever. And just because we’ve gotten rid of something doesn’t mean that we have to completely forget about it and what it was once worth to us. And some things we never needed in the first place. And I’m ok with that. I’ll take things for what their worth, get or learn what I can from them and when it’s time to move on, I’ll do so. So I’ll leave you with the question, is it time to clean out your refrigerator?

Prince Charming

If you could describe the perfect man, what would he be like. Aside from his dashing good looks and wonderful physique (all hail Boris Kudjoe, and with a name like that he needed it), what would his personality be. I’m sure that most women would say they’d want someone open, honest, caring loving, supportive all the typical characteristics of a modern day Prince Charming. Now I’m sure ladies more than once we thought we’d met our Prince Charming and the only thing that turned out be so charming was how he CHARMED the pants off of us(Literally)!!! Generally the stereotype leads us to believe that “Prince Charming” is a nice guy. My reason for asking this question is, is it true or why is that in certain situations the “Nice Guy” thinks he always finishes last. We’ve all seen it before. Boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl, girl breaks boy’s heart. Boy stalks girl, hunts her down, kills her. No seriously, I’m just playing, ignore the last sentence. And for all you brothas on parole for completing or attempting the second sentence, SHAME ON YOU.

I hear some guys sound or feel discouraged because they say that women don’t or won’t talk to them because they are too nice. They see themselves as being left out in the middle of the blizzard, while the “bad boy” uses his object of affection as his own personal pair of earmuffs[who caught that one?, waive your hands if you did]. However, let me start off by saying, there is nothing wrong with being a nice guy. Being courteous and doing little things to show you care will always be welcomed by a true lady. The problem that some women might have with the nice guy is not that she’s not into the so-called “Nice Guy,” it’s just that you might not be the “Nice Guy” for her or maybe you've reached her at a time where she doesn't want any guy. I guess that’s where the whole “bad boy” thing comes from. I’m a “Nice Guy” and you don’t like me, so obviously you don’t like nice guys. Now, I can say that as for myself I don’t want a “bad boy”, but I also don’t want a wimp or a man who seems to be willing to do whatever it is my little heart desires. And as much as I wanted to be Alladin, I need a man, not a genie in a bottle. Yes I want a man who is open willing to communicate and sensitive. But I also want one who will scare the living daylights out of me with just the cut of his manly eyes.
The problem is that nice guys figure that since they are nice guys, and you don’t like them, then you must not like nice guys. Upon hearing this, I realized there are two flaws with this theory.

1. Why must I like you in the first place?
2. There is a difference between doing nice things because you want to and doing nice things to get you somewhere with a lady [SIDEBAR: there is also a certain tactfulness that is needed to complete this task, without being flat out ANNOYING]

Let’s examine the first flaw in your little theory. Answer this question for me "Nice Guy", why must you assume that since I don’t like you, I don’t like nice guys. Since I don’t like you, I obviously want a man who is going to stomp all over my heart, use and abuse me and toss me out like yesterdays trash. Why is it that you just might not be the nice guy for me. And before you get all, “whatever, you like thugs,” please don’t go there. See the problem with you “Nice Guy” is that you wear your heart on your sleeve. Be like the rest of your species and replace it with your ……. [On second thought, don’t do that but can you at least put it where it’s supposed to go]. Don’t get bitter because the now, “Not So Nice Girl” didn’t want to date you. And maybe the effort that you put forth might show “Nice Girl” that hey, boys can be pretty surprising and do some pretty thoughtful and caring things for a girl he’s interested in. So even though you might not have won the battle, you’ve left an impression that might help her pick a better guy for her in the future.
Secondly, weaseling your way into a girl’s heart by doing “nice things”, does not classify you as a nice guy. The “Hey, I’ll cook for you,” only hoping that your impersonation of Emeril will have her screaming “BAM” in the bedroom [yeah uh not so nice]. The true “Nice Guy” does things because he genuinely likes a person and wants do something for her just because he does. And in the end of things, you are also not permitted to become angry or bitter because things did not work out the way you planned. That is not cool. – I will not take this time to send out a disclaimer to females so that we don’t utterly break poor “Nice Guy’s” heart. If for some reason, you do not share the same feeling for “Nice Guy” as he does for you, please inform him of this information. Therefore, if he continues to do nice things for you, it’s on him and you don’t look like the blood-sucking leach that led him on-end.
Now for the “Overly Nice Guy” that becomes the “Wait, is he lightweight stalking me guy”, PLEASE STOP. We do not like surprises. No showing up in town unannounced(my bad girl for not warning you, ha!), or do not plan dates or things YOU want to do not knowing if we even want to go there WITH YOU. Basically don’t make yourself out to look like a fool and don’t make me want to “Eak, Eak, Stab!!!!!!”
So Mr.“Nice Guy” are you satisfied? You probably aren’t. Probably still bitter at some girl who didn’t want your flowers, your trip to the zoo, or sadly the sappy poem you wrote for her entitled “I see heaven in your eyes.” Mr.“Nice Guy” I’m sorry, but instead of getting angry or the worst ever, turning into a vengeful slut, wish the girl luck and hope that in the end she finds someone that she enjoys that will treat her with all the kindness and love that you wanted to.
AAAAAW HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY.

HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY

HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY



Hear Ye Hear Ye,
Today is the 28th birthday of my beloved Seena Louise. For those of you who have no idea who that is, that would be my very special and wonderful Sister from another mother. As her mother would describe it, we met at dawn and by daybreak we were skipping off hand in hand in the sunset. I just wanted to take some time out to tell you, Seena, that I love and miss you very much. Oh how I wish I could be there for your birthday. The laughs, the drinks, the dancing, did I mention the drinks. But no need to worry, I will be home sooner than you know for our beloved little Jenna’s first birthday. Jenna is the best gift God could have ever given anyone and I’m so glad that he gave her to my sister, she deserves it. Well I’m sad now because I’m far far away so I will leave you now with a big cyber hug and kiss SMOOCH.

PS this is not an invitation for you to tell me to move home because I know I know. Tell mommy, Jenna and Buddha I said hello too!!!!!!!