Sabina's Words of Wisdom

From Ryan:
"So it's pretty clear that a trip to AZ (that better involve alotta nudity) is badly, badly needed. I can't wait to just veg out and do NOTHING."

What the crap? you invited my wife and I to go... this seems very odd to me.
what, you didn't think there would be CLOTHES on when you visited did you?!
LOL obviously we don't do stuff when other people are lodging with us, but it seems like it's just us so nudity it is then...although i say this NOW, and i'm sure kraig's going to be like "WTF your words mean nothing when it comes to action!"
On to words of wisdom

I was thinking of stuff (earlier thread), and I decided to start posting Sabina's Words of Wisdom, not to say these are MY words just damn good advice, in my opinion.

Time Heals All Wounds

This is a classic. Oldie but a goodie. When i broke up (pseudo sorta got dumped...kinda..) by my first boyfriend, the pain was SO unbearable. I honestly felt like I was being ripped to shreds inside. And then I realized that in 1 year, the pain wouldn't feel that bad. That meant that in 6 months the pain wouldn't be that bad. That meant in 1 month the pain wouldn't be as bad, as that second. And...i remember 2 months later I went 1 day where i didn't even think about him, and the next day I was like "wow...time DOES heal wounds"...
Anyway, whenever I'm feeling absolutely lousy about something, that's what I think.
This also falls under the This too, shall pass category.

Cleanliness Is Next To Godliness

I know, sounds like something your mom would say right? But it's SO true. The way I figure it...you wouldn't imagine going into the Buckingham Palace and seeing crap lying around, or dirt, or random cans of coke lying around. Now imagine a trailor park. You WOULD be expectedt o see ashes everywhere from cigarettes, empty bottles, a nasty toilet. I would rather be OVERLY clean and anal retentive about that then have the perception of being trailor park.

NO ONE would ever say "pfft, Sabina's always so CLEAN" in a bad way, but people DO think negatively on people whose homes are filthy.

Note: i'm nowhere as neat as I'd like to be, but I believe this expression also gives something to aspire to.

Where's My Money Bitch?

Listen, sometimes people owe you money. Jobs, people, the tax man, whatever. And sometimes you don't want to speak up. But you know what? Sometimes, you gotta pull the "WHERE'S MY MONEY BITCH" act and get what's yours. Do you have to word it that way? Of course not. But saying "Dear so and so, I sent you my invoice on xxxx 2006 and have not receive payment. Attached is the invoice again for your records, please advise as to when your accounting department will send the balance due". Which is a professional way of saying "Dear so and so...i told you how much you owe me...WHERE'S MY MONEY BITCH?!"...

If It Ain't Broke, Don't Fix It

I know, I know, that seems like common sense right? But I think this applies to sooo much more. First off, when you think you want to change something...factor in the cost if you DO ruin it. Like take my guest bathroom (aka The Cat's Bathroom). It's hideously tacky in this crazy blue shade, and has Pottery Barn Kids fixtures in it...i can't stand it. BUT...let's say i attempt to overhaul it and i screw it up and have to hire someone...do i have the funds to do that? No? Then if it ain't broke, don't fix it.
That also applies to relationships...

Women are ALWAYS trying to come up with things to "fix" in a guy or a relationship. STOP women. STOP! Sometimes you just have to focus on right now, this second, are things good? Did he do something sweet today? I dont' care if you don't know if it's progressing fast enough. I don't care if you wanted him to take next Saturday off because you dont' see him all the time. I'm saying...today...are thngs good? Did you have a nice time with him? Then stop trying to change something...if it ain't broke, don't fix it.

Your butter? YOUR BUTTER?!

Now...let me tell you a story from Marie Claire or Glamour or wherever I read this a few months ago....
There was this chick who at like 12 ran away from home, a pimp took her under his wing, and she averaged 1 john every hour or every half hour for days and days and then years and years...he would give her barely enough money (from HER earnings) to cover the cost of condoms...

So fast forward she's like early 20s, still a hooker, still seeing like $5 a day even though she banged dozens a day...she was making toast when the Pimp came home...and he was all "yo bitch, that's my butter!"...
At which point the prostitute SNAPPED...
THREW the plate of butter at him...
and screamed "Your butter? YOUR BUTTER?!"...and then left yadda yadda and somehow in there is some tale of triumph over tragedy.
Point is...
Sometimes, you do have to snap. you DO have to flip out and defend your right to YOUR butter. You are not a placemat. You are not a dog. You are not sub-par with anyone else. If you have been wronged, don't let that person spin it around back on you. It's your butter. OWN IT!

Don't Put That In Your Mouth, You Don't Know Where It's Been.

Now it's one thing when you're a kid and you find something on the ground and you put it in your mouth...which come to think of it, should be plenty reason enough that you DO know where it's been, the ground, wtf don't eat it. But once you're in your teens and your adults years...that's DEFINITELY true...for obvious reasons. I'm not saying not to EVER put anythingi n your mouth...it just seems...like people should definitely find out uhhh where's been first.