Before I go off on a tangent, I want to share a thought with you.. O.k. so sometimes I have random thoughts and they can be normal, or off the wall, like this one : Marriage and relationships are prostitution. Prostistution is the exchange of sex or sexual favors for money or gifts. Well you have sex with your partner, and sometimes you get gifts, or when you're married, he gives out money, but not right after, but you get what I am saying. What is the difference then between relationships and flat out prostitution?? Lol, I'm mostly joking about this but it was fun to think about. Life is one big prostitution ring.
On to my purpose for this piece (no pun intended). You opening your legs or mouth, and turning tricks in the bedroom, and not paying rent,(in a home you do live in) but yet it still gets paid, makes you a PROSTITUTE!! Must be nice that you can just lay down and do nothing and still get your bills paid. What kind of an example are you setting? And the more I hear about you, the more it seems like you do not care about getting your child back and getting your life together, because let's face it, you found a sucker to handle all your business for you, so you can just sit around all day, because that is in fact what you do. You can't even clean the house. Thanks by the way for leaving my home looking disgusting. You are kind of worthless as a person, and that makes me dislike you. If you used the brain God gave you, or if you actually tried at life, and tried to stand on your feet and made it seem like you cared about your kid, I would see you in a different light. I know times are tough, but you make no effort. And why would you? He puts his money in your wallet, like a dumb ass, and all you have to do is open your mouth and legs. Bless your heart sweetie.
I try not to judge, and yes, I have sort of been in your shoes, but even when I was down I still at least cleaned the house and looked for a job, and my bills were always paid, by no one but ME. I have never asked a man to take care of me, including my ex husband, and I have never been with a man for money.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Sunshine and Summer Time
Flips flops, tanning, Bud light, BB Q's, warm weather, beaches, good friends, and music. These are all things that mean summer is upon us. This last week I have gotten to spend time with my best girl friend, and some other friends of mine, who truly mean the world to me, and who have all been a part of my best memories. Summer time seems to be when all the best memories and good times are made. Being back in my small home town made me miss it just a little. Gloucester isn't a bad place, I just didn't think I wanted to live there forever. Spending the last few days with the windows down and country music turned way up, has been good for me. We've all been reminiscing about the the good old days, and wishing we could go back there every now and then. Back in those days there wasn't really any drama, everyone who was anyone always congregated in the parking lot or the park n ride, and we would shoot the shit, and drink and just hang out. Even if there was drama, once we all hit the hang out spot, nothing else mattered anymore, and everyone was all good with one another. Last night we were all together at a country bar, and everyone had a good time, we got to catch up, and meet some new people, and just be ourselves. We are grown up and getting older, but we aren't too old to still have fun. Some of us have gotten married, and started families, but we still find our way back home and to the stompin ground every once in a while. Here's to the life long friendships, the memories, and the good times, we will never forget.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Happily ever after
As little girls we always dream of the day we get our happily ever after, the white dress, the church, the handsome groom, friends and family, the whole 9 yards. One day I thought I had my happily ever after, but in reality, it was a short lived nightmare. I got married and 6 months later I was separated and on the road to divorce.
The pangs of divorce are rough, even when you are glad to be rid of the one you thought you loved. For the last two years my life has been filled with a lot of stress, a little drama, and other problems. I haven't been on any dates or had any relationships. I was o.k. with that, but now, I feel like I am ready to start again. Having that connection and being able to spend time with someone and cuddling, is something I have been missing, and that's not the only thing......
I absolutely love kids and babies, they have always been a part of my life. Like the happily ever after, a lot of girls can't wait for the day when they have babies, and I am one of those girls. I am the type that feels like they need to be needed or wanted. I like the feeling of taking care of people who give me meaning to my being. I have always wanted to have a family by the time I was 25. Now I know we don't get to pick our destinies, but a girl can dream, right? 25 is now, and I'm no longer married, nor do I have children, which is currently a blessing in disguise. But I feel even more "empty" now, then before I got married. I don't want to rush into anything by any means, but I do want to start walking slowly down the road of my true future. One day I will be blessed with all I am meant for, and when that day comes I'll be ready. I will be an amazing mother to any children I have, and I will be a wonderful wife, I have nothing but love to give to those who are lucky enough to want to love me in return.
M-sizzle
The pangs of divorce are rough, even when you are glad to be rid of the one you thought you loved. For the last two years my life has been filled with a lot of stress, a little drama, and other problems. I haven't been on any dates or had any relationships. I was o.k. with that, but now, I feel like I am ready to start again. Having that connection and being able to spend time with someone and cuddling, is something I have been missing, and that's not the only thing......
I absolutely love kids and babies, they have always been a part of my life. Like the happily ever after, a lot of girls can't wait for the day when they have babies, and I am one of those girls. I am the type that feels like they need to be needed or wanted. I like the feeling of taking care of people who give me meaning to my being. I have always wanted to have a family by the time I was 25. Now I know we don't get to pick our destinies, but a girl can dream, right? 25 is now, and I'm no longer married, nor do I have children, which is currently a blessing in disguise. But I feel even more "empty" now, then before I got married. I don't want to rush into anything by any means, but I do want to start walking slowly down the road of my true future. One day I will be blessed with all I am meant for, and when that day comes I'll be ready. I will be an amazing mother to any children I have, and I will be a wonderful wife, I have nothing but love to give to those who are lucky enough to want to love me in return.
M-sizzle
Monday, January 9, 2012
I Married Him For His Bread
"If you pick your men like you pick your food then, your life is going to suck" -a Jfizzle and MSizzle original
Remember when you were a kid sittin' at a picnic table with a whole smorgasbord of food in front of you, smackin your lips and rubbin your hands. You grab a plate and start at one end of the table and work your way up to the rolls. As you are sittin there, lickin your fingers and sippin your kool-aid, you look up at your brother or sister and exclaim, "Dang, this is sooo good, I wanna marry it!"
I'm all grown up now and times really haven't changed much for me. I married a chef. He is from Palermo, Sicily.
I met him in a little restaurant on Route 60 in Richmond, a.k.a. Williamsburg Road , almost 14 years ago. He was a Chef at Carini's Italian Restaurant. He's was a big flirt and we had fun going over a mutual friend's house after work.
Almost 14 years later, my husband and I own a restaurant. We opened in 2008 and he's been cooking up a lot of magic in the kitchen at Francesco's Ristorante Italiano. Ironically, its located on Route 60 on Richmond Road in Williamsburg, Va! Same road, but opposite ends! We fluctuate from 1st and 2nd place on TripAdvisor. Our first year in business, we won 1st place for Best New Restaurant for the Best OF Williamsburg and 2nd place as Best New Business.
Francesco bakes all of his own breads, makes all of his own sauces and doughs and has over 100+ items on the menu to choose from. Everytime I eat there, it takes me back to that day at the picnic table. I might not have been able to marry my food, but I did get to marry my husband. I guess you can say I DID marry him for his bread.
Phizzlophacy by J-Fizzle
Remember when you were a kid sittin' at a picnic table with a whole smorgasbord of food in front of you, smackin your lips and rubbin your hands. You grab a plate and start at one end of the table and work your way up to the rolls. As you are sittin there, lickin your fingers and sippin your kool-aid, you look up at your brother or sister and exclaim, "Dang, this is sooo good, I wanna marry it!"
I'm all grown up now and times really haven't changed much for me. I married a chef. He is from Palermo, Sicily.
I met him in a little restaurant on Route 60 in Richmond, a.k.a. Williamsburg Road , almost 14 years ago. He was a Chef at Carini's Italian Restaurant. He's was a big flirt and we had fun going over a mutual friend's house after work.
Almost 14 years later, my husband and I own a restaurant. We opened in 2008 and he's been cooking up a lot of magic in the kitchen at Francesco's Ristorante Italiano. Ironically, its located on Route 60 on Richmond Road in Williamsburg, Va! Same road, but opposite ends! We fluctuate from 1st and 2nd place on TripAdvisor. Our first year in business, we won 1st place for Best New Restaurant for the Best OF Williamsburg and 2nd place as Best New Business.
Francesco bakes all of his own breads, makes all of his own sauces and doughs and has over 100+ items on the menu to choose from. Everytime I eat there, it takes me back to that day at the picnic table. I might not have been able to marry my food, but I did get to marry my husband. I guess you can say I DID marry him for his bread.
Phizzlophacy by J-Fizzle
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