So.....
It's been a whirl wind of activities in the last month...
A week ago today I got my license to be a professional cosmetologist. Talk about being panic stricken! But I did it. It's an amazing feeling to have accomplished such a large goal being a divorced single parent who supports herself and has for the last two years.
My son turned three on friday, we had a big party and I was bombarded with an assortment of catastrohpies, such as my cake taking a tumble and my exhaust manifold breaking in two.
I am slowly beginning to feel like maybe this is what life is all about. There are great things that happen, but with everything good, comes something equally as threatening. I am doing my best to listen to God and hear what he is trying to say....usually the general message is "Keep Truckin' ".
As far as dating is concerned, I'm still in the same boat, with the same group of people who don't quite fulfill everything. No, I don't think my standards should lower because you're a good guy. I have met plenty of wonderful men who I would prefer not to have sex with. And I've met a ton of douchebags whom I would bang, but never take around my family, much less my son. Honesty has become a major issue with the male species. I feel like the more I pay attention (aka pick-a-part) the more I catch lies and deceit. NEWSFLASH! I'm not stupid. Please have more respect for me as a human than to think that you can pull one over on me. If I get the slightest incling that you may be stretching the truth, I'm taking a good 12 steps back.
Met someone in a band who is not passionate about music at all. I found this interesting. How on earth are you going to make a living in an industry and have no respect for the way it was founded, before all the gimmicks and entertainment was added. The date was wonderful, but music is too important to me.
Had an interesting phone call from an ex of mine. He's single again. Surprise, surprise. But the idea of having sex with him is pretty appealing considering the fact that I have been dry since January, by choice of course. I'm tired of putting myself out there for one of two things: bad sex or lying douche bags. My cupcake is far too precious to be tossing it out for everyone to have a taste.
I'm sure there's much more, but I've wrote a novel already...
Much Love,
Carrie
It's been a whirl wind of activities in the last month...
A week ago today I got my license to be a professional cosmetologist. Talk about being panic stricken! But I did it. It's an amazing feeling to have accomplished such a large goal being a divorced single parent who supports herself and has for the last two years.
My son turned three on friday, we had a big party and I was bombarded with an assortment of catastrohpies, such as my cake taking a tumble and my exhaust manifold breaking in two.
I am slowly beginning to feel like maybe this is what life is all about. There are great things that happen, but with everything good, comes something equally as threatening. I am doing my best to listen to God and hear what he is trying to say....usually the general message is "Keep Truckin' ".
As far as dating is concerned, I'm still in the same boat, with the same group of people who don't quite fulfill everything. No, I don't think my standards should lower because you're a good guy. I have met plenty of wonderful men who I would prefer not to have sex with. And I've met a ton of douchebags whom I would bang, but never take around my family, much less my son. Honesty has become a major issue with the male species. I feel like the more I pay attention (aka pick-a-part) the more I catch lies and deceit. NEWSFLASH! I'm not stupid. Please have more respect for me as a human than to think that you can pull one over on me. If I get the slightest incling that you may be stretching the truth, I'm taking a good 12 steps back.
Met someone in a band who is not passionate about music at all. I found this interesting. How on earth are you going to make a living in an industry and have no respect for the way it was founded, before all the gimmicks and entertainment was added. The date was wonderful, but music is too important to me.
Had an interesting phone call from an ex of mine. He's single again. Surprise, surprise. But the idea of having sex with him is pretty appealing considering the fact that I have been dry since January, by choice of course. I'm tired of putting myself out there for one of two things: bad sex or lying douche bags. My cupcake is far too precious to be tossing it out for everyone to have a taste.
I'm sure there's much more, but I've wrote a novel already...
Much Love,
Carrie
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fosho.
btw. i took a pass on the vino-NyQuil one two and instead tuffed it out with no medicine.. went to bed early in the hopes of waking up a better man.
didnt happen