My statement of Freedom

Coming from the not-for-profit sector, I had gotten used to living with what I needed and doing without a lot of what I wanted. I had purchased my own home; my Mother had given me a few pieces of nice jewelry; and I had taken a couple of vacations to the Caribbean. Many of these things I had come by at great sacrifice. As a single professional woman, I've was determined not to wait for man to give me anything and I enjoyed the satisfaction of getting them on my own.

Then in 2005 I started a new job in corporate America, which allowed for some financial freedom. One of the first things I purchased was a diamond ring. I went to the store and picked it out in 10 minutes. It was my greatest investment to date, it was a symbol of my independence from society's rules...not waiting for a man to give me one, alas buying my own diamond ring. It was a 1 carat total weight, comprised of four 1/4 carat stones set in white gold and it was mine. For a modest ring, it had amazing clarity and brilliance.

I wore it with pride everyday and often received complements on it, and I would humbly say thank you. Only my parents and a few friends knew I had purchased the ring. I didn't care if anyone else knew that I bought the ring; however, what the purchase represented was personal, as it was a symbol to me each morning when I put it on my finger. It was small token of what I had accomplished.

In January I spent a few days with my elderly parents and I accidentally left the ring there. I asked my Mom to bring to me the following week (they were coming for dinner). Needless to say, she misplaced it. I was and remain heartbroken by the loss.

I feel as though I have lost a part of myself. There are still times after these many months that I reach for it, then I realize I don’t have it any longer.

I want another ring...I want my freedom.

Some Goals

Got some goals, wanna know 'em, here ya go:

1. get mentioned in Washingtonian magazine
2. disciplined blogging everyday
3. lose 40lbs (and I ain't saying where I'm starting from, so don't ask)
4. live in a home on the beach
5. own an Irish wolfhound
6. go on a luxury African safari to Tanzania & Kenya
7. have a mentally stimulating, spiritually rewarding & sexually satisfying committed relationship
8. sleep in the Lincoln bedroom
9. be on national TV (I can live w/ being in the outdoor crowd at the Today Show )
10. have a life filled with love, laughter and respect
11. maintain a relationship with and developing a greater dependence on my God
12. win

This is not all of them and aren't in any particular order. Some I am actively pursuing and others are on the back-burner for a minute. It's all good.

What are some of your life goals?

I have a MAN

Yes, I can say loudly and proudly, I have a MAN, boyfriend, significant other, main squeeze, whatever you want to call him, and it is frickin' great (he is frickin' great)!!!!!

William is fun, kind, caring, sweet, intelligent, appreciative, complementary, generous, mannerly, loving, funny, attractive and a great father.

How we met, short version:
I was at a bar, I saw him come in and we both checked each other out. He continued to check me out for another 30-40 minutes and I was checking him check me out. I paid my tab, was about to leave and he still hadn't made his move, so you know what I did...you got it. I walked over to him and said, "You were ever going to say anything to me?" He smiled and said, "You're feisty, I like that."

Moral of the story: if you see something/someone you want, go for it...you ain't got sh*t to lose.

#MusicMonday

This song got to me in a BIG way.

Renting a man

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I chew my cabbage once and then I swallow

I chew my cabbage once and then I swallow.

My 7th grade teacher, Sister Ann Rosalia, was the first person I ever heard use the phrase. Once I had the maturity to understand what she meant, it became part of me, my life. To that end, I don't repeat and I don't go back; if someone gets put of or walks out of my life then they are gone.

Alas, an opportunity has presented itself to me, which would require me going back and I'm not sure. I'm having an internal conflict because one of the other mantras by which I live is that if I want different consequences, then I have to make different decisions. And going back would definitely a different decision than what I would normally do in this situation.

Oh lawd, who knows what's going to happen...choosing one mantra over the other...what would Buddha do? LOL

Liar, liar, pants on fire

Why do men insist on lying to me?

1. Do I look fragile?
2. Do I present myself as someone who will fall apart?
3. Do I appear as though I'm incapable of comprehending the truth?
4. Do I come across in any way other than as a mature, thinking and reasonable woman?
The answer is hell-f*cking-NO!!!!

Why the hell can't men just tell me the fucking truth? Give me the information and knowledge necessary to make an informed decision for my damn self, instead of him making it for me.

1. The truth shall set you free.
2. I will find out the truth eventually.
3. I am the only motherf*cker who has the right to make decisions for me.
4. When I inevitably find out, I'll be madder than if you had been straight with me from jump.
Unlike Tom Cruise...I can handle the f*cking truth a$$hole!