I don't give a............

......BITCH-DAMN! (Hey Ya'll. Thanks for joining the Liz-Ranting hour. Please grab your notebooks and highlighters so that we may begin the session. Is everyone ok? Do you need some water? Perhaps some merLOT will help you.) *insert small church piano in the background* (And if you'd like to give an offering, simply visit http://www.elizabethgoree.com/ where you can order my book.)

Ushers. USHERS! Retch around and lead the flock to the "inna-net" so theys can purchase my book and/or give a love offering. *piano starts to fade out as we prepare for the word*

Perhaps, I'm a hopeless romantic. If not that, then I am certainly a raving lunatic. <-----I am open to either of those options. LOL I am too trusting at times; and I give way more of myself than necessary. I am always left feeling broken, confused and slightly betrayed. And then I allow people into talking me into being/holding the blame. When usually, it takes more than the mere efforts of one to create a challenging situation. This is all I want to say on that subject, for now. *subject matter in process*

Now, being that I may or may not be a hopeless romantic OR raving lunatic it's been a challenge to offer words of wisdom to one of my near and dear buddies. See, she's been chatting it up with a newbie. We'll call him Mr. Milkshake. LOL He's been sending her EROTIC poetry and short stories for about a week now. And her ass sends responses to him like "Oh, that's nice." <---------------WTH?! Now again, I am NOT an expert on this matter. But when you are putting yourself all the way out there and putting yourself in a vulnerable place; it is nice to get some reciprocity. We've (Buddy #2 and I) have tried to help this young lass find her sexy and build up the anticipation of the dynamics of their pending relationship. To. No. Avail. I pray that Mr.Milkshake brings her to the yard and out of the small proverbial day-care that she's been living in.

Soooooooooooo a few days ago, I was leaving work and climbing a short, and wide set of stairs to enter the parking garage. Currently, I have to watch every step that I take to ensure that I don't prolong my healing. That, plus, I am absolutely terrified to walk or do anything which could cause my ankle any further fracture or pain. Anyway, I was walking up the stairs. Step. Pause. Step. Pause. Step. Pause. I step with the right foot and pull my left side up by using the rail. Step. Pause. Step. Pause. Well undoubtly a co-worker passed me by and called my name. I may have heard the subtle "Liz" in the background. But I was focused. I could not lose my balance. "LIZ!!??" came a shout. This caused me to stop right in my tracks. I turned around. It was (we'll call her Tessie) our HR Manager. She had this surprised look on her face like "Didn't you hear me calling you?" I explained that I was going home, we shared some meaningless banter and kept it moving. Then at that moment, I had this HUGE revelation: *insert that angelic sound*When you are focused, really focused on you, your path and getting from A to B; you cannot possibly be concerned with the rights and wrongs of others. I mean seriously, you cannot have a fulfilling life if you are constantly over-analyzing EVERY single thing, or if you are always gossiping. Period. It is nearly impossible to be completely engaged in your personal life and still be overly concerned with the lives of others. I could not hear my co-worker because I was focused. Completely focused. Now look at your neighbor and say "Amen."

I've been chanting since the beginning of this beautiful year: Prosperity. I still believe in it. I believe it for every part of my being; my mind, my spirit, my heart, my physical health, my relationships and my finances. But not only do I chant that for me, but for everyone in my life, whether near or far. But to experience true prosperity, I believe that one must be completely focused.

What did these paragraphs have to do with one another? Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Noooooooooooooooooooooooothing. But I wanted to share, and my readers always love a good story. Unfortunately/fortunately everything I write is TRUE. Like I say, at times it feels like my life is one long, never ending day. But this day has to end, as I have a big ole weekend of fun planned ;)

This program was brought to you by the letter-R(eciprocity) and the letter F(ocused) and finally my favorite, the letter P(rosperity)<----This could also mean RFP, request for proposal. But we aint bidding up in here, sooooo....

Until we chat again, be easy Kings & Queens.

Smooches