Tuesday, December 18, 2012

I CAN'T Cook, I mean DON'T LIKE to cook!

First Step To Recovery Is Admitting It......I....CAN'T....COOK!!!! Phew....that was hard but it feels good to get it off my chest. ;-)




Last night I was watching Basketball Wives of LA Reunion (guilty pleasure, don't judge me) and a comment was made about Jackie, one of the wives, not being able to cook.  Now I have made it clear to people that I DON'T LIKE to cook but truth is there are very few things that I can cook so I probably fall in the category of CAN'T cook.  However, I choose to say "don't like" simply because it seems to sit better with people if they assume that you can but you just choose not to, not to mention I don't like to deal with all the scrutiny that comes along with that truth. 

Funny how a woman can have everything going for her: a good career, a house, a car, great personality, beauty but the second she opens her mouth to say she can't cook, its as if she's bruised fruit.  I am married to a man who loves to cook and accepts the fact that I don't like, I mean, can't cook. I keep him happy in many other ways.  They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, I say the way to a man's heart is through his heart and if that doesn't work it always helps to be a little "fun" in the bedroom....just kidding...but seriously.

I digress, back to the matter at hand. As of late, I find that there are more couples where the man cooks or neither cook and choose to go out or order in. And that's fine. Ever since when did it become my job, as a woman, to feed you! If you're hungry, get your ass up and make something or make a run to the closest restaurant.  If you choose to starve or throw shade my way because I can't, won't, don't like to cook....simply said, fuck you.

 Women are professionals, mothers, wives, maids, chefs, etc. we keep this world running. The strength we have is unmeasurable. My achievements and womanhood will not be diminished by the fact that I can't cook.  

Just know if you come to my house and my husband is not here to cook, there will always be plenty of wine.  Drink up until you forget that you are hungry!

Monday, December 3, 2012

I LOST MY LIFE TO FEAR

Found this poem, it definitely pinpoints all the different areas where fear plays a role in my life.  Some places that I don't know if I'm even fully aware or willing to accept that it is what cripples me from moving forward and experiencing new things. 

I Lost My Life To Fear
Fear in the midst of the night
Fear in broad daylight
Fear of what could happen
Fear of what did happen
Fear insinuating my every day
Fear controlling all that I say
Fear governing me as I sleep
Fear deriding me as I weep
Fear that puts my sanity at steak
Fear that prays for me to break
Fear that strikes me with perplexity
Fear with a recipe of complexity
Fear that deprived me of exhilaration
Fear that admitted me to frustration
Fear that is prevailing my mind
Fear that manipulates humankind
Fear that was unveiled in my DNA
Fear that still holds my life today