Maurette's Adventures

I just walked into the house with a smile on my face. Last week was like living under a black cloud but sometime tonight I realized that I had just forgotten to turn on the light. I get so wrapped up sometimes in expectations and unnecessary drama. I get so wrapped up in a fantasy that I know deep down is never going to come true. And I know that is exactly the reason I do it. Because it is unattainable but in my mind so perfect. Living a fantasy is addictive. I have done it countless times before. It happened in London and it happened here again. Someone or something puts a little seed in my mind and it grows into something unrealistic. Something I know cannot possible happen but is so much safer than spending the evenings alone. That chase, the roller coaster ride, the uncertainty, that anticipation .... it is like a shot of adrenaline. And then you realize that once again, you failed. Once again there was something you couldn't get. How often do I say it: I never get what I ...

I should have studied philosophy. I am a walking dictionary of unanswerable questions. Like the age-old can men and women be good platonic friends? Or the one I am struggling with today. No people it is not one of my why aren't men's chest hollow so that the breasts can fit questions. Although I still think that should be pondered a bit more than the few minutes of laughing it normally gets. Men and women are supposed to fit perfectly right? Well, then make them fit. Like a puzzle. The question of the day is: why are men attracted to obviously wrong women? Ghetto women usually have ghetto boyfriends but I bet you a lot of money that most men secretly want to be with the Miss Ghetto-Fabullous. That's right, fabullous with two l's. I know you are going to tell me that they don't take those girls to meet their mothers ... yes, yes I know but in the meantime it is damn frustrating. Your next argument is going to be that women also like thugs and I agree. Most of them...

I never knew I had a phobia until I opened my door yesterday morning. Saturday found me in a very good mood. I had actually gone to bed at a decent time friday. I still woke up way too early but that was OK. I read a couple of pages of my boring book. That book puts me to sleep every time. It has been a month since I started reading this book which surely is a record. My average reading time is 3 days and that is when I am really busy. I played on the web, downloaded my shows, watched some Dexter, skyped a little bit ... At about midday I decided that a trip to the supermarket was needed. I think I've forgotten what fruit taste like and I could feel it. So I got all dolled up, put on the shoes, grabbed my purse and opened my door and slammed it back in the same motion. Wow, there were about a million dead cockroaches in front of my door. If I knew how to hyperventilate I think that was exactly what I would have been doing. When the exterminator came in the morning to spray the com...

The Human Resources guy is now seriously freaking me out. He called yesterday to tell me to come by to pick up something. He got me something for my birthday. How can I refuse? On the one hand, this is getting in the weird category and on the other hand, what did he get me? Y'all are probably wondering how things got this far. To be honest, I don't know either but I'll try my best to explain. It all started on new year's eve when The sisters went to get their pedicure done. Sitting in the shop enjoying the music my sister L got to talking to the lady and to cut the story short, the lady told her she can make her a copy of the CD. Good, but not really since the CD would not be ready before she had to go back to Curacao. No worries I said, I know someone who goes every week ... the HR guy. So I call him up to ask if he was going. He said No but he probably knows someone who is so that person can take it. All I needed to do was drop it off. He kept talking and I tell him...

Men are sucky idiots.

... because when we make mistakes we make them consciously. I say "we" but I mean "I". Boy what an idiot I used to be. Thought I knew everything only to realize that I am not quite there yet. My birthday weekend was great. I partied from Saturday to very late Sunday. Saturday was the clubbing night and Sunday I enjoyed a nice evening a home with my friends. Perfect. Could I have enjoyed that so much in my 20s. No. Because back then I was too busy with first playing the injured when everyone forgot and later I was too busy coming up with the perfect party for everyone to enjoy except myself. In my 20s I was so busy guarding every wall I had built, that I didn't notice how I was sealing myself inside those same walls. In my 30s I know realize how much energy I spent over-analyzing everything in my 20s to the point where I am just now learning to let go and enjoy. In my 20s I was so busy trying to be perfect that I never learnt to appreciate the brilliance of...

I went to pick up a package at the shipping company. While waiting for my package a couple of guys approach. I would estimate their age in the late 50s early 60s. Says one of them: "Lady, you are just the way I like my woman. The right size." And he proceeds to show me the figure eight with his hands. "That way I can bend you whichever way I want and I know you won't break." Got to love it.

The first question should be: what are you doing up at 4 in the morning? And the second question .... Actually there is no second question. The first one is already insightful enough. I don't know. I have no idea why I'm awake. This is worse than new years night four years ago when I was woken up at 12 by well-wishers and couldn't go back to sleep until after I unburdened myself. I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to those who got caught in that wave. So what has me up at this hour of the night? I still don't know. No unburdening I promise. So have you made your resolutions for this year? I have. For the last few years I have tried to make a resolution regarding work, fun, and me. Contrary to popular beliefs I have actually kept them. This year however I have made only one but I know I should have done more. My one resolution falls in the 'fun' category. You probably guessed that. The ones I didn't make that I know I should have? They are ...

The family is gone. The house is quiet and I am exhausted. I've been hit, slapped, kicked, drooled and pounced on. I just had my first continuous night of sleeping. Work has started again and I need a holiday.