With these last few minutes left in 2012, I am left pondering what all I have accomplished over the year. I had a breakdown, but discovered my limitations.
I learned that depression is an ongoing illness, not something that can be fixed like a broken leg.
I gained a new vocation in my actual field of study (project management).
I lost a lot of stress, and evidently the 25 lbs that came along with it.
I inspired others to seek new adventures, helping two friends find a happier place of employment.
Most importantly, I was blessed to spend both Thanksgiving and Christmas with both of my parents. This is something that has not happened in many many years. I will cherish these memories forever...with the help of JCP Studios (daddums, sissy and I took family photos).
Overall, 2012 may have had a rocky start but it certainly couldn't have had a better finish. Or could it?
I suppose that I could have found my husband to be, but who's to say that I haven't met him (and just not know who he is exactly)? So as 2013 approaches in less than an hour CST, I have put dating at the top of my list of resolutions for the new year.
While most people resolve to lose weight, eat healthier, and the like, I resolve to find love this year. This WILL be the year! I am speaking it into action! Even if the one love that I end up finding turns out to be myself, this resolution will be successful. You'll get that later on if you don't understand it right now.
The rest of my resolutions include:
Begin regularly donating to a charity
Find a hobby
Finish a novel-ette (read: novella of the reading type not the Spanish type)
Gain control over my finances
Make exercise a daily habit (I'm shaking my own head on this one even as I type)
Work outside of my apartment at least one day a month (thank goodness Starbucks and Barnes & Noble have resources for this)
Call my family more often (once a month shouldn't be too much of a stretch)
I figure the year should fall into place nicely if I can stick to being an overall better me in 2013. So that's my wish for all of you: become a better YOU in 2013!
Happy New Year!
Monday, December 31, 2012
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Sunday, Sunday, SUNDAY!
Hello out there in boring reading land.
It has been a few Sundays since I've last blogged and I felt the need to jump out and share a few things.
Once upon a time I was a bad mamma jamma. I was young, vibrant, making my money, payin my bills, and there was nothing that a man could do for me but ... well you know and then clean up at home. I was always up front an honest with these men in telling them that I did not want a relationship. It was the truth. At that age, I didn't. I wanted to experience all the things I was told were "bad": going to the club, drinking, stuff like that. So I did. I was in my very early 20's and a boo was a no no. Chile I know I had me some fun.
One guy decided he was going to be slick with it and leave his Tims under my bed. Oh no no no nooooooooooooo pimpin. Not hot! We dropped them bad boys off at his job. You don't pay no rent so your Tims can't just hold it down for you. First it's the Tims then its the draws then its him. OHN!
Another guy forgot what our "arrangement" was exactly. He showed up uninvited the next day with an overnight bag. This ain't a slumber party. I told him I had to work, and I actually got dressed and went to work. Do you know he tried to stay at my apt until I got home?? No no pimpin. Bad booty call! Bad! Now take your overnight bag and go home and you think about what you did.
So now that I've experienced a variety of things, it still amazes me how much the game has changed. The adage "Game recogizes game" is oh so true. Thing is, men will never ever understand just how some women out there are so much better at playing the game than they are. My mom is one of the baddest. Now I can't give away her trade secrets, but let's just say...you don't want to try PJ.
What makes me sad is the women that haven't caught up to the game yet. I just don't get it. If all a man wants is some booty, it doesn't matter how long you hold out...once he gets it: mission complete. Why? Because when he saw you, that's what he wanted. That's the bubble he put you in. If a guy puts you in the friend bubble, you're never getting out. So what does this mean ladies? It means that you have to state your purpose...speak it into action.
Recently, I posted a profile on a free dating site (because I'm single and I'm not meeting the "right" guy by happenstance). I kept it real: no backpacking through the woods, no camping, no white water rafting, no zip lining, no parachuting, no bungee jumping...I like movies, shopping, dinner and cuddling...I have cats so you either need to get shots, take some benedryl or work it out if it's going to work. Stuff like that. I kept it real. Made it known that I was not in the market for a bed buddy and anyone in my age bracket that is needs to "get their life" as Tamar Braxton would say. That ish ain't cute so cut it out. Fellas...breaking news...women out number men. This means that no matter how hard you try, you will NOT, I repeat, YOU WILL NOT be able to F all the coochie. It is just impossible. So have a little fun...communicate your expectations, be real with the girl you want to have that kind of fun with, and if you think she's catching feelings...you need to MAN UP and cut that loose. Or else you just may find yourself with a stalker or some other real live Lifetime movie situation on your hands.
Now women. Please read me clearly. Make your intentions clear. Life is far too short to waste time. Make your intentions and goals known. Don't sugarcoat a damn thang! If he can't get with your program...find another guy. Expand your horizons. If you have a rule to only date one kind of man...maybe you should rethink that. Keep your options open so you can broaden the chances of getting your blessing. Just sayin.
So with that said...
I'ma get my life and go to bed. haHA!
It has been a few Sundays since I've last blogged and I felt the need to jump out and share a few things.
Once upon a time I was a bad mamma jamma. I was young, vibrant, making my money, payin my bills, and there was nothing that a man could do for me but ... well you know and then clean up at home. I was always up front an honest with these men in telling them that I did not want a relationship. It was the truth. At that age, I didn't. I wanted to experience all the things I was told were "bad": going to the club, drinking, stuff like that. So I did. I was in my very early 20's and a boo was a no no. Chile I know I had me some fun.
One guy decided he was going to be slick with it and leave his Tims under my bed. Oh no no no nooooooooooooo pimpin. Not hot! We dropped them bad boys off at his job. You don't pay no rent so your Tims can't just hold it down for you. First it's the Tims then its the draws then its him. OHN!
Another guy forgot what our "arrangement" was exactly. He showed up uninvited the next day with an overnight bag. This ain't a slumber party. I told him I had to work, and I actually got dressed and went to work. Do you know he tried to stay at my apt until I got home?? No no pimpin. Bad booty call! Bad! Now take your overnight bag and go home and you think about what you did.
So now that I've experienced a variety of things, it still amazes me how much the game has changed. The adage "Game recogizes game" is oh so true. Thing is, men will never ever understand just how some women out there are so much better at playing the game than they are. My mom is one of the baddest. Now I can't give away her trade secrets, but let's just say...you don't want to try PJ.
What makes me sad is the women that haven't caught up to the game yet. I just don't get it. If all a man wants is some booty, it doesn't matter how long you hold out...once he gets it: mission complete. Why? Because when he saw you, that's what he wanted. That's the bubble he put you in. If a guy puts you in the friend bubble, you're never getting out. So what does this mean ladies? It means that you have to state your purpose...speak it into action.
Recently, I posted a profile on a free dating site (because I'm single and I'm not meeting the "right" guy by happenstance). I kept it real: no backpacking through the woods, no camping, no white water rafting, no zip lining, no parachuting, no bungee jumping...I like movies, shopping, dinner and cuddling...I have cats so you either need to get shots, take some benedryl or work it out if it's going to work. Stuff like that. I kept it real. Made it known that I was not in the market for a bed buddy and anyone in my age bracket that is needs to "get their life" as Tamar Braxton would say. That ish ain't cute so cut it out. Fellas...breaking news...women out number men. This means that no matter how hard you try, you will NOT, I repeat, YOU WILL NOT be able to F all the coochie. It is just impossible. So have a little fun...communicate your expectations, be real with the girl you want to have that kind of fun with, and if you think she's catching feelings...you need to MAN UP and cut that loose. Or else you just may find yourself with a stalker or some other real live Lifetime movie situation on your hands.
Now women. Please read me clearly. Make your intentions clear. Life is far too short to waste time. Make your intentions and goals known. Don't sugarcoat a damn thang! If he can't get with your program...find another guy. Expand your horizons. If you have a rule to only date one kind of man...maybe you should rethink that. Keep your options open so you can broaden the chances of getting your blessing. Just sayin.
So with that said...
I'ma get my life and go to bed. haHA!
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