Well, life does seem to change rapidly!
In a couple months, there have been some changes in my life.
I am in a relationship which brings its own joys and challenges.
Being the social worker that I am and a completely unique and stubborn person, I had to allow a person to come into my life and bring a new set of complications.
Don't get me wrong, him as himself doesn't complicate my life. I am mostly happy. However, he is Latino. So, all you have to do is turn on the news or click on an online news story to know what complications have entered into my life.
I am using the word complications loosely here.
I have been interested in immigrant issues since moving to Ann Arbor. My apartment complex is probably about 60 to 70 percent Latino in its occupants with a good majority not fluent in English. There is a large Latino immigrant community in my area.
So, when I recently entered into a relationship with a foregin-born Latino man, this pushed me to be more involved.
I have a feeling that I will be doing a lot of posting on immigration issues particular to Latinos.
If you are interested in more information, please feel free to send me a message. There are a couple of blogs I am following who have experienced immigration issues first hand in their families and relationships.
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Friday, June 11, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Yours Truly With Love...
Love, what a complicated topic, which we all ponder and debate about. Love is expressed in so many different ways and in many varied forms as there are grains of sand on the beach.
My love for my son is unique. I remember when he was born in that flood of hormonal fluctuation thinking how unbelievably beautiful he was and how in the world I was going to take care of this small creature. Luckily, those early months, motherhood came naturally to me despite the least ideal conditions. Now that he is several years older, I feel more lost at how to take care of him than on that cold January day he was born. It's the times after a particularly trying day with him, when in the evening he falls sleep in my arms, that I am reminded of the angel he is... just like when he was first born.
Love evolves. It changes. Just as the love for my son changes with each passing year. I know that once he is an adult and on his own, the love I have for him will be every different than the love I have for him now.
My friends, I love them dearly! They are my family. They have been my greatest strength and support. I love them all in very different ways and forms. I have one female friend that we joke that she is my unofficial same-sex partner for a variety of reasons. I have another friend, who is male, who I secretly deemed my husband that I will never have. I have other friends whom after not seeing them for long periods of time it is like we have picked up just where we left off.
Now the purpose of this blog entry is to talk about love, you know the love that everyone assumes when you say the word love. In one of the last posts, I talk about a date that I had.
What I really want to talk about is the effect that 'love' has on us. Since the date on Friday night until today, I have been completely overrun with the thought and urge to want to spend more time with this person. So much so that I could not focus on anything else. Well, I did not daily stuff, played Wii with my son, cooked dinner, read a book, and all that but it was difficult. Because all I wanted to do was spend time with him. When I thought about parts of Friday night, my stomach got butterflies, my face would blush, and I would smile.
Why is it an intelligent, college education, tough broad like myself can't control this thoughts of mine? Why must my brain be overrun by 'silly girly' thoughts? Why is my urge to spend time with someone so strong it could be compared to an addition?
I know. I know. Brain and body chemistry and all that good stuff.
But seriously, why do we long for love? Why is it our mission in life to find that one person to love? Why do we get pulled into the complicated mess that love makes when we put together to different people with different thoughts, emotions, and lives?
I have made a LOT of mistakes in the past about the whole love business. I have allowed myself to fall when I should have been running as fast as possible in the opposite direction. I have pushed someone way in my diluted teenager ideals while in high school. I have come on too strong in the past and 'scared' people away. And other times, I probably appeared to be too distant to be approached.
At this point, I would love to hear some people's stories, ideals of love, experiences with relationships, and what you think is love. Please feel free to share my link to this blog posts with your friends. I would love to hear anyone's input on this.... the good, bad and the ugly.
My love for my son is unique. I remember when he was born in that flood of hormonal fluctuation thinking how unbelievably beautiful he was and how in the world I was going to take care of this small creature. Luckily, those early months, motherhood came naturally to me despite the least ideal conditions. Now that he is several years older, I feel more lost at how to take care of him than on that cold January day he was born. It's the times after a particularly trying day with him, when in the evening he falls sleep in my arms, that I am reminded of the angel he is... just like when he was first born.
Love evolves. It changes. Just as the love for my son changes with each passing year. I know that once he is an adult and on his own, the love I have for him will be every different than the love I have for him now.
My friends, I love them dearly! They are my family. They have been my greatest strength and support. I love them all in very different ways and forms. I have one female friend that we joke that she is my unofficial same-sex partner for a variety of reasons. I have another friend, who is male, who I secretly deemed my husband that I will never have. I have other friends whom after not seeing them for long periods of time it is like we have picked up just where we left off.
Now the purpose of this blog entry is to talk about love, you know the love that everyone assumes when you say the word love. In one of the last posts, I talk about a date that I had.
What I really want to talk about is the effect that 'love' has on us. Since the date on Friday night until today, I have been completely overrun with the thought and urge to want to spend more time with this person. So much so that I could not focus on anything else. Well, I did not daily stuff, played Wii with my son, cooked dinner, read a book, and all that but it was difficult. Because all I wanted to do was spend time with him. When I thought about parts of Friday night, my stomach got butterflies, my face would blush, and I would smile.
Why is it an intelligent, college education, tough broad like myself can't control this thoughts of mine? Why must my brain be overrun by 'silly girly' thoughts? Why is my urge to spend time with someone so strong it could be compared to an addition?
I know. I know. Brain and body chemistry and all that good stuff.
But seriously, why do we long for love? Why is it our mission in life to find that one person to love? Why do we get pulled into the complicated mess that love makes when we put together to different people with different thoughts, emotions, and lives?
I have made a LOT of mistakes in the past about the whole love business. I have allowed myself to fall when I should have been running as fast as possible in the opposite direction. I have pushed someone way in my diluted teenager ideals while in high school. I have come on too strong in the past and 'scared' people away. And other times, I probably appeared to be too distant to be approached.
At this point, I would love to hear some people's stories, ideals of love, experiences with relationships, and what you think is love. Please feel free to share my link to this blog posts with your friends. I would love to hear anyone's input on this.... the good, bad and the ugly.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
A good book is a girl's bestfriend!
Well, despite, probably needing to be reading important stuff for my classes (or at least reading ahead), during the end of winter break and this first week of class I was able to finish two books: 'Women Are Crazy Men Are Stupid' by Howard Morris & Jenny Lee and 'he's just not that into you' by Greg Behrendt & Liz Tuccillo. Both excellent books in my opinion.
These two books, I feel (of course it's my blog... ha ha), need to be standard reading material for all single people, guys included! Now, all the guys are saying 'WHAT! Are you crazy? Me ... read a book that is going to bash guys! Say how horrible we are.... etc etc etc'.
But, I don't think that they are guy bashing books, in all honesty.
In WACMAS (sorry just made up the abbreviation), the female author actually comes off as being unreasonable in my opinion... and the guy shows true learning and such.
In hjntiy (that one doesn't look as nice), yet again, it appears that the guy (who is the lead writer in the book) gets it more than the female co-writer. Yes, granted in this book, he is an observer and partipant in this book's theme, but he still appears to be more willing to look at things objectively without 'over-emotion'.
That's what I got out of the two books... is at times, as females, we get to emotionally wrapped up in nothing, what I mean is nothing that has substance.
The hope of a new and exciting relationship.... is just that hope. (A good thing to have, but not to throw your lifesavings into it!)
The signs that appear that someone might be interested... signs are subjective. (Unless they are engraved in cold hard metal bolted to a pole which is cemented into the ground!)
Women get crazy. Yes, I will definately be the fist women to step up to the podium 'Hi! My name is Tanya. And I am crazy! It all started when I ....'
And like WACMES talks about... women get crazy when their men don't understand their feelings, emotions or girlie thoughts about a situation. How can they? Seriously, let's think about this.... Guys approach stuff in a 'facts, only the facts' point of view. (for the most part... I understand that I am generalizing here) Where women relate an emotion to the fact... or future possible fact... the what would it be like fact... the is he the one fact... Well, you get the point.
So, in conclusion, I would highly recommend anyone read those two books!
These two books, I feel (of course it's my blog... ha ha), need to be standard reading material for all single people, guys included! Now, all the guys are saying 'WHAT! Are you crazy? Me ... read a book that is going to bash guys! Say how horrible we are.... etc etc etc'.
But, I don't think that they are guy bashing books, in all honesty.
In WACMAS (sorry just made up the abbreviation), the female author actually comes off as being unreasonable in my opinion... and the guy shows true learning and such.
In hjntiy (that one doesn't look as nice), yet again, it appears that the guy (who is the lead writer in the book) gets it more than the female co-writer. Yes, granted in this book, he is an observer and partipant in this book's theme, but he still appears to be more willing to look at things objectively without 'over-emotion'.
That's what I got out of the two books... is at times, as females, we get to emotionally wrapped up in nothing, what I mean is nothing that has substance.
The hope of a new and exciting relationship.... is just that hope. (A good thing to have, but not to throw your lifesavings into it!)
The signs that appear that someone might be interested... signs are subjective. (Unless they are engraved in cold hard metal bolted to a pole which is cemented into the ground!)
Women get crazy. Yes, I will definately be the fist women to step up to the podium 'Hi! My name is Tanya. And I am crazy! It all started when I ....'
And like WACMES talks about... women get crazy when their men don't understand their feelings, emotions or girlie thoughts about a situation. How can they? Seriously, let's think about this.... Guys approach stuff in a 'facts, only the facts' point of view. (for the most part... I understand that I am generalizing here) Where women relate an emotion to the fact... or future possible fact... the what would it be like fact... the is he the one fact... Well, you get the point.
So, in conclusion, I would highly recommend anyone read those two books!
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