"You're an attorney's dream come true....or worst nightmare"

lol This comment was in regards to my notepad. Those who know me know that I keep a little blue notepad with me most of the time. Hence, it was that little notepad that has recorded most of my quotes and it was also the inpiration for starting this blog.

This gentleman had noticed I had been writing down a few things that he had said. He commented on the fact that his attorney would love me as a client. Since it seems like I'm meticulous. Which I am to most extent.

I've been told I'm an excellent notetaker ever since I was in high school. While others just think I'm nuts - I think they're just jealous.

Anyway the purpose of this blog just simply asks...which is better? To have too much information or not enough? Of course the typical answer would be "well it depends" or "they're bad if you have too much of either one". But I personally think that as I get older I find that it's better to be presented with as much information as possible in any given situation. It is only through that, that we are able to draw a conclusion that we're comfortable with. Most people would guess that I'm not the "fly by the seat of my pants" kind of gal, as much as I would like to think that I"m "spontaneous", I think my preference leans towards a more structured style. Maybe it has a lot to do with where I am curently in my life, or maybe it has to do with how I was raised.

Perhaps when I live and have experienced more I'll change how I think and look at things. Until then I'm gathering as much as I can....

"What are you? Married?"

The following took place between a professor and a student, who just happens to be one of my classmates:

Professor asked the class: " Can you live on $20 million a year? Can you make it last a lifetime?"

Student: " No!"

Professor: "What are you? Married?"

Of course after having said that the professor quickly apologized to the girls in the class saying that he was just kidding. I personally felt there was no need to apologize as I found it rather amusing and perhaps there's a bit of truth to that.

Women are spenders by nature, I don't think I spend as much as many other women, but when I do, I guess I can make a dent here and there.

Which leads me to this question "What would be considered extravagant?" The New York Times reported a couple of years ago that 20% of households that make more than $77,000 spend more on "entertainment" than health care, utilities, clothing or food eaten at home. I found this to be quite funny. Now I am a woman, so I guess I would group "clothing" into the "entertainment" category. And quite honestly, no woman can admit that she does not find any pleasure in shopping especially for herself. She would be lying and any man who does not at least acknowledge that is probably out of touch with reality. lol

People sometimes get all worked up over how much somebody has spent on something. I'm one to believe that if it's YOUR money than you should be free to spend it as you chose. And yes I do think it's outrageous to spend $6000 on a shower curtain, and $2000 for a trash can, especially with money that was stolen (Ahem... Mr. Ken Lay). That still does not answer the question of what is considered to be extravagent. I mean, is it ever okay to spend $2000 on a trash can? If so, when? I don't know.

I think it all boils down to one's perception and ability to spend. To someone from a third world country who makes $300 a whole year compared to someone in the U.S. who could walk into a store and drop $600 on a hand bag, it can be quite disconcerting,no? But I once heard an argument that should the person in the U.S. refrain from buying the handbag or anything else that is over $100 just because somebody else somewhere in the world could use that money? I guess if you send someone in the third world country $300 then would that make you feel less guilty about dropping $600? Would that be reasonable? Hardly. If that were the case, then we might as well adapt the Socialists' views on how society should operate.

Anyway...I digress...back to the professor's comment. What he said has a bit of truth to it. But then again there are some single men who probably spend more annually than married men. But for the most part, I do believe that when a man is married, depending on the woman that he marries and the lifestyle that they have, she can certainly speed up the spending activities. :::Chuckles::: That's why I was one of the few people in class who laughed at the professor's comment. Well I should say I was one of the few girls, because all the guys laughed.

It has also been brought to my attention that the reason why married men spend more than single men it's because they have the issues of children at hand. And yes, though I don't have any kids myself, I can understand having kids can be quite an expensive endeavor...although some people seem to make a habit out of it.


I guess I'll sum it to in the words of what a gentleman once told me : that if he can spend his money and not miss then it's okay.

"Any special requests...?"

Oh how can such welcoming words have such a painful effect. To elaborate, I was at my favorite lounge in Laguna. The one that I visit every now and then sometimes with a companion or friends but mostly alone. This last visit I went alone. I felt I needed to be with my "secret lover".

My "secret lover" is this the lounge singer/pianist. I can't tell you how many times I've visited the place, for I have lost count. But I go there not for the drinks (for I don't drink...much anyway...lol) and I haven't really eaten there....no I go there for Roger.

The relationship that I have with this man is quite simple yet complex. You see Roger and I have never spoken more than 2 or so phrases to each other. They consists of "Thank you" and "You're welcome" and that encounter takes place when I leave his tip on a plate by his piano before I leave.

He plays only classics. Mostly Sinatra. Hmm...my kind of man. During my last visit, the first full song he sang was "Your Song" by Elton John and he looked up at me a few times. He often does when I am there, especially alone. I think he knows I prefer the distance for whenever he is on a break, he'd usually go around to chat with others but never with me. Whenever I come into the lounge he and I would look at each other and nod and I would grab a seat and then our evening would begin. Once done, he and I would nod at each other as I leave. We would go on with our respective lives, until our next encounter.

I often joke with people that if he were to walk up to me, I would either look or run away. Well the last time I was there, I did almost exactly that. Stubborn girl I know. I was alone. There were people there, mostly couples or single guys. The guys extended their invitation for me to join them but I declined them all. I was there for Roger that night. I just had an overwhelming urge to visit him at the lounge, I did not know he was leaving. Everyone kept asking if I was waiting for someone, I think they must have thought I got stood up or something, but some of those who work there knew why I was there and left me alone enough. I had creme brulee and my usual virgin strawberry daiquiri. The best I've had in a long time, perhaps it was because it was with my lover for the last time. Tee-hee-hee

At one point he asked the room "Any special requests...?" and then looked directly at me. I quickly shrugged and then looked away. I guess I was too stubborn to even speak up fearful that I might taint what we've had so far. Yes I know I'm a very eccentric person. Don't ask me why I do some of the things I do, for I am still trying to figure it all out myself. He just chuckled and said "Alright...well if anything comes up" ...

And then the song he played next was "Your Song" by Elton John. How did he know!? I've been listening to that song often lately. The version that's in my car is from the Moulin Rouge soundtrack with Ewan Mcgregor singing...."It's a little bit funny...this feeling inside..." hmmm ...gets me every time.


Anyway, before I left the waitress came up to me and asked if the reason why I was there was because I knew he was leaving. I felt like I"ve been hit with a thousand bricks. What?! Why? How!?? The waitress found out that he was leaving to go sing on Princess Cruises..he was going to travel the world...my lover was leaving me. She couldn't get a card or a last name, might as well...I guess Fate wanted it to be that way.

Shortly before I got up to leave he played..."Love Story"....he's never played "Love Story" in all the times I"ve been there. Perhaps he knew too that this was goodbye and that was his way of telling me. Oooh I'm such a sappy romantic I know. Even I think some of this stuff is funny and silly sometimes, but strangely enough I feed into this side of me whenever I can.

The waitress thought it was very cute that I come in there just for him. She said perhaps I should talk to him. What does she know... =)

So far, he's up there with Sinatra and Bogart in my book and from the looks of it, he'll remain there. Thanks for the memories...