Men DON'T guarantee happiness! Posted 11/7/2008 1:57:08 PM Why is it that almost every one of my friends is convinced that they're miserable if they're single? Yesterday one of my friends called and during our conversation said something to the effect of she was tired of being single and really needed a boyfriend. Why? Why don't most women realize that having a boyfriend isn't going to make you happy? Why can't you all see that you have to be happy on your own. Relying on some one else to make you feel good about yourself is pointless and stupid, not to mention a total waste of each others time. It's not that I'm against relationships. I belive in healthy relationships. I was married after all. But having one for the sole purpose to have one isn't healthy. And the women that piss and moan about boyfriends that didn't work out for six months when their relationship only lasted for four also irritates me. Did mine last? No. My husband cheated on me six weeks before my due date. Sure I was upset, and when I found out about it I immediatly started yelling and throwing anything I could get my hands on, ripped up our wedding album, then proceded to sit on the floor and cry. Then you know what I did? Packed up my shit, left, and got over it. That simple. Why is it you ask? Because I'm well aware of the fact that before him, I was perfectly happy on my own, and I am still able to be. I don't need a man kissing my ass telling me how I'm smart and funny and pretty I am. I am well aware of all these facts on my own. I am after all, damn near perfect. Furthermore, when your relationship doesn't work out, why cry about it forever. This same friend has been without a boyfriend for a couple of months. Her previous one only stayed about six months or so. It's time to get over him. I'm well aware that when you love and lose, it hurts. But it's time to stop wallowing in self pity. Know how long my relationship with my husband lasted? Five years. You know how long my depression of the end of my marrige lasted? Two days. The first day I found out and had my tantrum and crying jag, the second I just kind of moped around feeling sorry for myself. The third day I got up, dusted myself off, and went on with my life, because life DOES go on after heartbreak. It happend, now it's over an done with, so forget about it. Constantly thinking about what was and what could have been won't change what is. Every time you stop to think about "if only", you break your heart all over again. It was already broken once, so why keep doing it to yourself? (0) Comments

Skinny people jeans! Posted 11/5/2008 8:14:15 PM So, my daughter, Dayna, is now seven weeks old. She sleeps though the night which I'm told is very good. Everyone keeps telling me that I'll be so happy when she can do this or is old enough to do that, yada yada, which just pisses me off. Actually, I'm really not pleased that she's getting bigger. I CAN wait until she starts walking and talking etc. becuase it won't stop when she's at this adorable cuddly age. Before I'll be able to blink she's going to be a teen and then come the boyfriends which will make me old before my time alone, since I'm a single mom and have to keep both eyes on her myself, and then graduation, moving out, college, getting married and having kids of her own and there I am a grandmother and old. Definetly not prepared to handle any of that crap. On a brighter not I have lost all but 7 lbs. of my baby weight and can now officially fit into every piece of clothing that I own. Combined with the fact that I rubbed vitamin E oil all over every day during my pregnancy and as a result have zero stretch marks, I must say I'm very pleased. With the exception of some areas being a little bigger than before, I look like I did before I got pregnant. And because of this, every woman in my family hates me. Why? Because my dad's genes have blessed me with a very high metabolism that allows me to eat fried chicken and chocolate cake every day if I choose, and not gain weight. During my pregnancy total weight gain equaled 49 pounds. Within 5 days of having Dayna I had shed 27 lbs. Within 2 weeks I had lost a total of 38. And now 42. And honestly, since I now weigh a total of 126 pounds, I really couldn't give a shit about the other seven. I look a hell of a lot better than I thought I would. My sister has had two kids back to back, the youngest is six months. She has stretch marks, and hasn't lost all of her weight yet, and she works out religiously. Here I am, besides taking care of Dayna, doing nothing but sit on my ass and the weight just falls off. Fair? Definetly not. But since it isn't unfair to me, I can't say I really care (0) Comments

myspace quiz Posted 10/15/2008 7:11:54 AM Okay, so, I log onto my myspace account and some one sent me one of those gay little quizzes. One of the questions is "do you have any regrets right now?" The person who sent it to me says yeah and lists all this shit she regrets. I have this quote on my myspace profile page that says "never regret anything because at one time, it was exactly what you wanted." I belive most of this quote. It's not the same as saying live with no regrets. If you go through your life always second guessing your actions, "will i regret saying or doing this in the morning?" If you think like that, your never going to do anything, you'll be one of those anti-social twerps that never leaves their house. Should you give some thought to what you do before you do it? Absolutely. I'm a firm beliver you need to think before you act. And I do belive it's okay to regret unforseen reprocussions of your actions. But never regeret the actions themselves. If it was what you wanted, what made you happy at that point in time, why wish to take it back? For example, when I was a senior back in 05, a bunch of my friends and people from school went to this dance club that opened up for mardi gras. We were all drinking, with the exception of the designated driver. Not enough to be stumbling around, just enough to have a pleasent buzz. Now as a rule, I'm fairly shy and not very outgoing. I'm not one of those people you see doing outragious shit. But in the sprit of mardi gras, and the fact that every guy in the club had a neckfull of beads, and the girl who got the most won a whole bunch of shit, my friends and I were flashing people, along with every other girl. Now, come next week at school, some guy informs me that I have a very nice chest, and he would know because he's seen it on the internet. Was I pissed off? A little. It wasn't exactly what I thought would happen. Do I regret there's pictures of me topless floating around on the internet for all to see? Sure. Do I regret that night? No way in hell. It was one of the best memories of senior year. As a rule, you'll have more bad days than good in your life, if somethings gonna make you happy why not do it? Basically, don't worry be happy while you can and don't regret what it took to be happy at the time, reality will be back around to screw you soon enough. (0) Comments

honesty Posted 10/11/2008 7:43:59 PM Okay, so, question. Why is it that people ask for your opinion when they don't really want it? Seriously, why ask if that dress makes your ass look huge or what I really think of your boyfriend if you don't really want to know? My friend had a baby about a year ago and never lost the excess skin and fat around the midsection,not to mention the very noticeable stretchmarks. Today she comes over with this new outfit she just has to try on. So she goes into my bathroom to try on this new ensemble. It's a pair of jeans and a halter top. The jeans are lowcut and so tight i don't know how she got into them without being welded in. The halter top is cut high to show off the nice tummy she just doesn't have. And she asks the loaded question "how do I look?". Well, I couldn't think of a way to say it using a whole lot of tact right off hand. But the super tight jeans made the most of the fat roll and the halter top made the most of the fact that her days of tummy shirts are long gone. So I said "Are you sure you want to wear that tonight?", while my mind is racing to come up with anything other than, "I think people at the bar tonight are gonna laugh their asses off at you." She immnediately gets defensive and starts bitching about how I'm insensitive and if I've got something to say, to not be a coward and just come out and say it, blah blah blah. So I told her the outfit didn't look good on her. I've could have been a bitch and said that it made her look like a blimp on steroids, but I'm trying to be nice. So she apparently has had enough and storms out. Why bother asking? If you didn't really want to know what I thought, why ask what I think? Why not ask if I could please just tell you what you want to hear? Dumb. I've come to that conclusion. I'm surrounded by insecure, egotisical idiots. (0) Comments

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