Rihanna. Honey. Chris Brown beat you. He made your face look like a peach that had been thrown down stairs. Maybe you need to take a break and testify at his hearing before you start going on vacation with him.
Hooking up with that ape again is stupid and dangerous. It’s a hazard to your health and it sends a message to women everywhere that it’s OK to go back to moronic cavemen who beat them. It’s not OK. It’s wrong. It’s as wrong as drunk driving or huffing spray paint and then operating a forklift.
Tell you what. I’ll send him a T-shirt with the police photo of your beaten face on it. Make him wear it every time you’re with him, so you can get a good look at him and what he did to you. (And what he will do again.)
Have him wear it in the recording studio where you’re recording a duet with him for his new album.
I hope your face isn’t the percussion instrument for the song.
Watch Oprah on Thursday the 12th. She's talking to you.
Wake up, Rihanna. You deserve better, and he deserves time in jail.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
The "I'm Not There Yet" Game
One of my clients recently told me that she can’t have sex with her husband because she doesn’t like her body.
WHAT? A woman who isn’t 100% happy with her body?! How unusual. How unique. (I hope you notice the sarcasm font.)
She said she had gained some weight in the past few years, and her husband is still all over her, but she’s too embarrassed by her body to have sex with him. She said that she’s, “Just not there yet.”
OK, honey, are you insane? He thinks you’re hot. So be hot. Don’t wait until you think you’re sexy -- because most of us can’t live up to our own rigid standards. Your husband, however, still gets rigid when he sees you fresh out of the shower wearing only a towel. HE is the one who desperately wants to help you get out of the “I’m Not There Yet” game.
Take off the towel, knock him onto the bed or the table or the floor and feel good about the fact that HE'S TOTALLY INTO YOU!
People, we’re only as attractive as we let ourselves be. Don’t play the “I’m not There Yet” game. Be there. It’s where you are. It’s called NOW, and NOW is pretty dang sexy.
WHAT? A woman who isn’t 100% happy with her body?! How unusual. How unique. (I hope you notice the sarcasm font.)
She said she had gained some weight in the past few years, and her husband is still all over her, but she’s too embarrassed by her body to have sex with him. She said that she’s, “Just not there yet.”
OK, honey, are you insane? He thinks you’re hot. So be hot. Don’t wait until you think you’re sexy -- because most of us can’t live up to our own rigid standards. Your husband, however, still gets rigid when he sees you fresh out of the shower wearing only a towel. HE is the one who desperately wants to help you get out of the “I’m Not There Yet” game.
Take off the towel, knock him onto the bed or the table or the floor and feel good about the fact that HE'S TOTALLY INTO YOU!
People, we’re only as attractive as we let ourselves be. Don’t play the “I’m not There Yet” game. Be there. It’s where you are. It’s called NOW, and NOW is pretty dang sexy.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
GOYA!
My neighbor in New York City is a very large, unhealthy, junk food addict. She works from home, so she rarely leaves her small apartment.
We New Yorkers live in the most convenient city in the word –- a city where you can have anything delivered, and my neighbor most certainly has everything delivered.
She even had an exercise ball delivered, which popped soon after she sat on it. She was disappointed not because it popped, but because she had hired somebody to blow it up for her and wasted the money.
Recently she adopted a scrappy looking dog. Dogs need to be taken for walks on a regular basis. Amazingly, my neighbor is doing this chore herself, and I think she may be dropping some pounds.
I saw her on the street the other day and had the following conversation:
Sandra O'Day: Hey Neighbor! Cute dog. What's his name?
Big Neighbor: I named him Goya.
Sandra O’Day: Because you like Goya beans and food products?
(Silence)
Big Neighbor: No. It’s an acronym. Goya stands for Get Off Your Ass.
Sandra O’Day: I’m stealing that from you.
Big Neighbor: Take it and run with it, O’Day.
Do it folks! G.O.Y.A.!
We New Yorkers live in the most convenient city in the word –- a city where you can have anything delivered, and my neighbor most certainly has everything delivered.
She even had an exercise ball delivered, which popped soon after she sat on it. She was disappointed not because it popped, but because she had hired somebody to blow it up for her and wasted the money.
Recently she adopted a scrappy looking dog. Dogs need to be taken for walks on a regular basis. Amazingly, my neighbor is doing this chore herself, and I think she may be dropping some pounds.
I saw her on the street the other day and had the following conversation:
Sandra O'Day: Hey Neighbor! Cute dog. What's his name?
Big Neighbor: I named him Goya.
Sandra O’Day: Because you like Goya beans and food products?
(Silence)
Big Neighbor: No. It’s an acronym. Goya stands for Get Off Your Ass.
Sandra O’Day: I’m stealing that from you.
Big Neighbor: Take it and run with it, O’Day.
Do it folks! G.O.Y.A.!
Friday, January 16, 2009
Is That A Jet in the River ...
... or are you just happy to see me?
Thanks to pilot Chelsey B. Sullenberger III for safely "ditching" in the Hudson River and not landing in the O’Day offices. Photos taken by my assistant from the office balcony.
What a neighborhood!
Thanks to pilot Chelsey B. Sullenberger III for safely "ditching" in the Hudson River and not landing in the O’Day offices. Photos taken by my assistant from the office balcony.
What a neighborhood!
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Avalanche of Upheaval
Hello O’Dayers! Greetings from the O’Day offices here in New York City, and boy-howdy has it been busy! 2009 has taken off like a rock rolling down a very steep hill, and there’s no trying to stop it. At first I was overwhelmed by all the new and challenging demands. I was even a little bit frightened that I wouldn’t be in control of my schedule and environment! But then I realized that I was playing the “Control Game!”
Folks, let’s face it. We can improve ourselves, set goals and work toward them, but sometimes our circumstances change. Appliances break down, people show up to stay with you for weeks on end, friends burst into flames. But it doesn’t mean you can’t continue to improve yourself, it just means you have to do so in a completely different environment in which you thought you’d be working.
Trouble starts when you think the events around you are an excuse to stop your self-improvement.
Cookies are not the answer! Skipping a vigorous workout routine is not the answer! Crawling under you bed and crying in the dust-bunnies is not the answer!
Embrace the change! Ride the snowy crest of the avalanche of upheaval –- otherwise you’re going to suffocate in the wet snow of resistance.
So for all of you tumbling head first into 2009 I say, “Ride it out, and ride into the New You!”
Folks, let’s face it. We can improve ourselves, set goals and work toward them, but sometimes our circumstances change. Appliances break down, people show up to stay with you for weeks on end, friends burst into flames. But it doesn’t mean you can’t continue to improve yourself, it just means you have to do so in a completely different environment in which you thought you’d be working.
Trouble starts when you think the events around you are an excuse to stop your self-improvement.
Cookies are not the answer! Skipping a vigorous workout routine is not the answer! Crawling under you bed and crying in the dust-bunnies is not the answer!
Embrace the change! Ride the snowy crest of the avalanche of upheaval –- otherwise you’re going to suffocate in the wet snow of resistance.
So for all of you tumbling head first into 2009 I say, “Ride it out, and ride into the New You!”
Friday, January 2, 2009
Happy Two Thousand and Fine!
Here we are, O’Dayers! Rolling into another year! And boy, it looks like it will be a real adventure. Two thousand and eight went out with a whirlwind of scandal. Between money trouble on Wall Street, the economy crashing like a lead balloon in a hurricane and the biggest Ponzi scheme in history, we didn’t know which way to turn. Seems the minute we checked our backs for knives someone was pitching horseshoes at our faces.
I remember looking down at my investment statements for one second, saw my money was gone, and looked up to see bankers and CEOs lining up for a government handout. Is Washington a soup kitchen, now?! When did that happen?!
“Oh, boo hoo, boo hoo, nobody will buy the crappy cars I make! Wahhh – Wahhh.”
Let’s get a grip right now, people.
Yes, times are going to be tough. That means we have to keep our chins up and keep plugging, not roll over and whine and kick the air like spoiled fat children.
We made this bed together. So let’s TAKE ACTION right now. It’s time to roll out of our dirty bed, do the laundry and when the bed is made again let’s make it a point not to sleep with people who tell us we can spend three times what we earn. Let’s not hop into the sack with liars just because they act folksy. Let’s remember people’s names and take numbers. It's called responsibility, and it's time to invest in it.
Let's invest in MAKING our dreams come true. No more wishing on stars. Wishing on stars is for lazy animated crickets! Besides, stars are millions of light years away! Why put your dreams off for millions of light years?! Let’s put on our MAKE and TAKE some action!
You can do it, I can help you.
Happy New Year!
www.sandraoday.com
PowerofSandra@aol.com
I remember looking down at my investment statements for one second, saw my money was gone, and looked up to see bankers and CEOs lining up for a government handout. Is Washington a soup kitchen, now?! When did that happen?!
“Oh, boo hoo, boo hoo, nobody will buy the crappy cars I make! Wahhh – Wahhh.”
Let’s get a grip right now, people.
Yes, times are going to be tough. That means we have to keep our chins up and keep plugging, not roll over and whine and kick the air like spoiled fat children.
We made this bed together. So let’s TAKE ACTION right now. It’s time to roll out of our dirty bed, do the laundry and when the bed is made again let’s make it a point not to sleep with people who tell us we can spend three times what we earn. Let’s not hop into the sack with liars just because they act folksy. Let’s remember people’s names and take numbers. It's called responsibility, and it's time to invest in it.
Let's invest in MAKING our dreams come true. No more wishing on stars. Wishing on stars is for lazy animated crickets! Besides, stars are millions of light years away! Why put your dreams off for millions of light years?! Let’s put on our MAKE and TAKE some action!
You can do it, I can help you.
Happy New Year!
www.sandraoday.com
PowerofSandra@aol.com
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Happy HolO'Days!
Happy Holidays O’Dayers!
From all the e-mails I’ve been getting from you I can tell it’s been an interesting season for all of us! There are so many parties and functions to attend, and each one is special in its own way.
I recently attended a Christmas party/reunion for those of us who were either incarcerated in or worked at the Lady Bird Johnson Correctional Facility for Criminal Women.
Let’s face it, if you’ve been in prison and you show up at a reunion you’re there for one of two reasons. You either want to share with folks how great you’re doing and celebrate the spirit of the season or you want to steal stuff from the coatroom.
At our gathering many of my “prison sisters” were a breath of fresh air, women who are now holding jobs, improving their lives, and contributing to society in a positive way. Evie-Marie even had her teeth fixed! (You go, girl!)
The folks who weren’t doing so hot were the former facility officers and prison guards.
Back when we were prisoners, our captors seemed to have their lives together. After all, they were working, they owned homes with above ground pools and they had barbecues on weekends. They seemed to be living life to its fullest because they were not living behind bars. Now I realize that just isn’t true.
Turns out the guards were busy thinking that everyone else’s life was better. They were waiting for life to come to them. And today they are in the exact same place -- waiting for life to come to them. Watching those guards drain cheap beer after cheap beer and listening to them complain about their extremely comfortable, ordinary lives I wanted to give them a one-way ticket to Zimbabwe.
People, we turn on the faucet and have fresh water. We flick a switch and lights turn on. While we all have our own sorrows, we’re really doing pretty well. Complaining about wanting new carpet or gaining five pounds just doesn’t make sense in the long run.
So as we hurtle into the New Year let’s take a moment to see how good we’ve got it. With discipline, hard work and a can-do attitude we will take ourselves further. But let's start that hard journey by being grateful for what we have right now.
E-mail me at PowerofSandra@aol.com
PS -- A special shout out to the folks who completed the Four Day Bailout at O'Day Camp. It was a heck of a long, cold weekend! Kudos to all of you!
From all the e-mails I’ve been getting from you I can tell it’s been an interesting season for all of us! There are so many parties and functions to attend, and each one is special in its own way.
I recently attended a Christmas party/reunion for those of us who were either incarcerated in or worked at the Lady Bird Johnson Correctional Facility for Criminal Women.
Let’s face it, if you’ve been in prison and you show up at a reunion you’re there for one of two reasons. You either want to share with folks how great you’re doing and celebrate the spirit of the season or you want to steal stuff from the coatroom.
At our gathering many of my “prison sisters” were a breath of fresh air, women who are now holding jobs, improving their lives, and contributing to society in a positive way. Evie-Marie even had her teeth fixed! (You go, girl!)
The folks who weren’t doing so hot were the former facility officers and prison guards.
Back when we were prisoners, our captors seemed to have their lives together. After all, they were working, they owned homes with above ground pools and they had barbecues on weekends. They seemed to be living life to its fullest because they were not living behind bars. Now I realize that just isn’t true.
Turns out the guards were busy thinking that everyone else’s life was better. They were waiting for life to come to them. And today they are in the exact same place -- waiting for life to come to them. Watching those guards drain cheap beer after cheap beer and listening to them complain about their extremely comfortable, ordinary lives I wanted to give them a one-way ticket to Zimbabwe.
People, we turn on the faucet and have fresh water. We flick a switch and lights turn on. While we all have our own sorrows, we’re really doing pretty well. Complaining about wanting new carpet or gaining five pounds just doesn’t make sense in the long run.
So as we hurtle into the New Year let’s take a moment to see how good we’ve got it. With discipline, hard work and a can-do attitude we will take ourselves further. But let's start that hard journey by being grateful for what we have right now.
E-mail me at PowerofSandra@aol.com
PS -- A special shout out to the folks who completed the Four Day Bailout at O'Day Camp. It was a heck of a long, cold weekend! Kudos to all of you!
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