Ive been told before that the good ones were taken...

After putting petrol in my car yesterday I was about to drive off when a little sign came on my dashboard saying 'OIL' then my oil light came on.

So I pulled over (still inside the garage) and decided to have a little sulk.

The thing is (deep sigh) I don’t mind being a strong independent educated women with a good job who pays bills on time I can cook and eat healthy, I can keep my house clean, change my light bulbs and take the rubbish out. I can take care of myself, go jogging have a bikini wax I can look after most aspects of my life and I do it. But one thing I don’t want to start learning about is my car.

Even though I can change the oil, I'm a girly girl and I want to remain that way (pink and fluffy) I don’t want to chip nail polish whist getting dirty under the bonnet, that’s for a man to do. (Jill Scott We/I need you). Every boyfriend I have ever had took care of that sort of stuff, even guys I was just dating, I could call them and say 'baby my car needs an MOT can you sort it?' I've never even taken my car to the garage, I have ALWAYS let a man do it as I'm scared that once the garage owner sees a woman they would take me for a ride. I've been informed in the past that my brake pads have been changed or my backlight has been replaced and for those favours I've provided my own rewards.

So I sat there for a moment feeling a bit sorry for myself with my bottom lip quivering when an Audi Convertible pulled over with a tall, dark and edible black man inside

"Are you ok?" he asked/or mouthed through my closed window?

Quickly winding down my window I replied "My car needs oil"

"Okay" he smiled…. "Do you know what to do?"

"NO……" I giggled…(lie)

Anyway...he got out his car and we both went inside the garage. On the shelf were about 55 different types of oil, so I just picked up the first one and he laughed

'No your car cant use that one'"

I didn’t have a clue what the difference was but he showed me the right one then he went outside and put the oil in, giving me a little education whilst he was doing it.

"You are a darling" I purred at him, "thank you so much"

"No problem" he replied in a deep chocolate voice "anytime"

And as he shut the bonnet I noted his shiny gold wedding ring... so that was really that.

I thanked him some more got in my car, he got in his and we both drove off.

Lucky wife huh???

© Angel Sept 16th 2008

Thank God For Builders!!

On Saturday morning I was driving down the street and then suddenly I started to feel a bit of a pull on my car to the left side, I was thinking, 'what is going on?'

I wasn’t far from home so one of my best friends advised that I drive it home at least and then I sort out something from there.

He was already in South London so it would have taken him over 1 hour to reach me. He told me to put my hazards on and drive around 10/20 miles an hour.

Anyway…I started to drive back dead slow and I was worrying what I would do - I had a lot of things on that day and was worrying how I would do it all with no car. It was just starting to rain when I drove past some builders, the light bulb switched on in my head and I pulled over and jumped out. In my most, I'm a weak helpless woman voice, I said to one of them 'does any of you know how to change a tyre?' I put on my big helpless eyes and it worked!! whoohoo!

The guy I asked was obviously the boss, he was in a suit he looked at me and then down at his suit and hesitated. I could actually see his thought process, he was probably thinking that he wanted to do it, but he was wearing a suit and it was rainy and muddy.

He replied 'no problem, one of the boys will do it for you' and he called one of them over and said 'Rob can you change tyres?' Rob arrived with some BIG grin and said 'yeah sure' then another guy came over and said 'Ill do it boss' then Rob said to him 'I've got it covered, it doesn’t take two of us' then he and the other guy started fighting… I couldn’t actually believe it!! Men were fighting over who was going to change my tyre in the cold, wet and rain????????????? Amazing huh…. Anyway Rob did it, and I had to take a picture as look at what his Jacket says, what a great name! All I can say is…

Thank God for Builders

© Angel August 4th 2008

Anything is Possible

I'm reading this book a colleague bought me by Jamie Andrew called Life and Limb and its probably one of the most motivating things I have read this year.

The basics of it is, he was on a climb in Chamonix in 1999 with his best friend when they were trapped by an unexpected storm. They had to spend around five nights on a tiny ledge on the edge of the mountain and although the rescue helicopter could see them it couldn’t rescue them as the storm kept it from getting to them. Anyway neither of them had food water and were slowly getting colder and colder so by the end of th e five days they were huddled close together in the same sleeping bag for warmth. Sadly his friend died up there and he ended up barley alive. To save him they had to amputate both arms and both legs.

Anyway the reason I'm writing is because with every page I turn I realise….I can actually do anything I knew it already but this reinforces it. In fact everyone who receives this email is capable of greatness in whatever you are trying to do, be it starting your business, finding a lifetime partner, loosing weight, starting exercising, changing jobs, having a baby, getting debt free etc etc.

I know you each have your personal goals so please start today with the phrase.
Anything is possible and make those changes. if you dont have goals today is the day to set them. Hell this dude with no arms or legs went on to live a full and happy life, he got a job (an IT manager) He got married (if a guy with no arms and legs can find someone then…..) he had a child (in 2004) He ran marathons (on two fake legs - here I am struggling with 5k's) but most importantly of all, he climbed mountains again raising lots of money for charities.

http://www.jamieandrew.com/content/view/30/1/

So please take ins piration and motivation from my mail and if you are procrastinating over something now is the time we are well over halfway of 2008 and I take joy in watching all of you become successful..

All Men Are Dogs! or are they?

My friend AJ told me ‘I am going to ban words like ‘all men are dogs’ in my house. Like smoking and shoes, I am going to tell people don’t say them in my place. ‘Imagine if men talked that way every time a girl messed them around, they’d be uproar’

I can’t help but agree with her and I am going to do exactly the same thing. I love Black men and yes it’s true, some of them really do some hurtful, stupid, nasty, doggish things but not ALL men. So why do we say such things?

Before I answer that question I have to get one point off my chest. A man can only behave like a dog to you if they are allowed to. If you cut your association with them off from the moment you are not happy then I'm sure the dogs will eventually get the message. (If you are reading this and your dog is happily married to someone else or has a girlfriend and you know about it, then you are not only a dog too, you are dissing your fellow sista, no matter what he tells you she is like) If men learnt that the only way to get sex was to be honest, open and committed, I bet you we wouldn’t be the only demographic with the lowest worldwide rate of marriage.

Anyway I digress, I think women say all men are dogs, cheaters, liars etc because of their past experiences. Instead of taking some time out to heal and deal with the pain of their hurt, they just harbour it and eventually tar all men with the same brush. It backfires quickly on them though; they either say it so long that they begin to believe it or they end up disliking men so much that when a good nice one comes along they treat him so bad he gets out quick, making their mantra for to them.

By constantly saying negative phrases about men you are unconsciously attracting that type of man into your life.

And lastly if I was a man and was constantly told I was a dog, or I was a boy and I grew up in a house where my mother constantly said negative things about men….what effect do you think that would have on me?

© Angel July 18th 2008