Negative + Negative = Negative?
Yeah, I realize those mathematicians in our midst are scratching their heads wondering what the New York City public school system did for my math skills. The object of this little title is simple. After looking forward to the after work dance party last Friday for over a month, I was baited away with a boy-that-cried-wolf story that was intended on being a romantic evening. This is where you should take notes. It isn’t a good idea to attempt to get someone to cancel or change concrete plans with a cute ploy for a special dinner. One of my special “friends” ran the story to me late Friday evening that basically had me running uptown to help them out after they allegedly lost their wallet. After taking two trains to get there, I was met with an offer I not only could refuse, but felt so upset by, I think I lost my voice making clear how not-impressed I really was. Finally, I jumped on the train and head home to spend time with my nephew who has the soothing powers of a saint. My apologies to the ladies. Now that we’re taking notes, let’s chalk this one up as two down in four months – Nelly is another cancelled treat. Turns out the Rican aggression is difficult to handle when multiplied by two.
On Blast
Younger or older; does it matter? As you get older, do you take greater pains at making your relationships work because of a fear of being alone or do you know “when to fold them?” Do you believe it’s more important to “make” relationships work as you get older so that you can have someone there? Do you find yourself “carrying the one” until the next equation comes up?
Keep passin’ the open windows…
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My little Friday interaction highlights a growing life choice I’ve made. If it’s too stressful, makes me uncomfortable or doesn’t satisfy me emotionally, it’s time to cut it off. I don’t consider people disposable, but I refuse to allow myself to be treated in a way that compromises how I feel about me. Moreover, I hate feeling manipulated. All said, we’re keeping my special K and Manny on the list as candidates still in the running to be America’s Next Top Daddy. LOL
Keep your fingers crossed.
On Blast reply:
1 Corinthians 13:11-13
11 When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became an adult, I put an end to childish ways.
12 For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then we will see face to face. Now I know only in part; then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known. 13 And now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love.
J'Moo
J'Moo... or should I say Rev. Deacon Dr. Meltdown...what's really going on?
The older I have gotten the LESS patiences I have for foolishness and bullshyt. I am not willing to settle for less. I deserve respect and if you can't give it to me in the manner I feel I deserve....BE GONE!
HEY ALLLLLLLLLL my OLD ABA family!!! MISS YAWL XOXOXO
Go on Tammy, that’s what I am talking about. You can Love someone down! or as the sister put it, “WELL”, (I like that) but if you DON’T first Love yourself and teach them how you want to be Love “WELL”; "teach them how you want to be Love", then things won’t ever be correct.
If you start things off with you caring for yourself, treating yourself, Loving yourself and then you will have established the grounds for how you need and accept them Loving you WELL!
J’Moo
Right...right...
Hey Marissa! Oh honey... how's it going? How's little Deer Park or was it Dasani or Naya or somethin'... I know it had somethin' to do with bottled water.... LOL
I better see you next month.
AS I MATURE, I DON'T THINK THAT MY PATIENCE HAS GOTTEN ANY WORSE, BUT BUT MY SENSE OF SELF HAS BEEN BOLSTERED BY EXPERIENCE AND BY BETTER JUDGEMENT. I DON'T DO DRESS REHEARSALS. I HAVE MORE REALISTIC EXPECTATIONS OF MYSELF AND MY INTENDED PARTNER. I KNOW WHEN TO CLOSE THE SHOW....WITH OUT STRESS OR REGRET. THE JOY OF IT ALL IS FINALLY I HAVE NO FEAR OF BE ALONE SO I'M LESS TEMPTED TO PUT UP WITH BULLSH**. HAVING SAID ALL THAT, I STILL BELIEVE IN LOVE.
PS: TO REV. J'MOO I SAY AMEN.
HEY ABA Family,
NIAYA (LOL... Hector) is 8 years old and Lil Corey is 4 years old. Everything is WONDERFUL! I miss all you guys....HEY TAMMY ( my other mother) and HEY DONYA!!!! I really miss you guys!
oh goodness Marissa... I didn't realize little Evian was 8 already! Geez... time really flies! It's amazing. Luckily I have an appointment to see my cosmetic surgeon regarding Restylane, Botox and Colagen.... I'm getting an estimate and some financing info in late April. I'll keep y'all posted. Suffice to say that I'm taking a pic of Boris with me and sayin', "this here is what I want... work it out..." LOL
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