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
Sunday, January 29, 2012
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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