it's just my face

http://youtu.be/NAc83CF8Ejk This song is perfect for how I'm feeling right now.  One year tomorrow.  I don't regret my decision to move on.  It was the right choice.  I'm a better person for it.  The last year I have grown tremendously.  I'm thankful for the time I've spent with myself, my friends and my family.  I miss him.  I don't miss the person I was with when I left, I miss the person I was with when it all started.  I am fearful that I won't find someone like that again. I have many great memories with him, and I have regrets.  But we can only learn from our past and try not to make those same mistakes in the future.

This world is a crazy, judgemental place.  There are so many different thoughts and beliefs about intimate relationships and how they "should" be.  They "should" be between a man and a woman.  The man and woman "should" get married.  They "should" stay married forever and ever.  They "should" buy a house, have children, build a white picket fence and live happily ever after.  I know I'm not alone in this, but I don't believe this to be truth.  I don't believe that a man and a woman are supposed to be together forever.  Maybe I'm jaded, but I just don't think it's possible to maintain a fun, exciting relationship ONE person for fifty years or more.  Heck I don't ever think it's possible for 10 years!  Not without a little side action. Another word for monogamy in the thesaurus is restraint.  Monogamy is overrated. Men get a bad rep for being the cheaters in a relationship.  In my honest opinion, women ...

I've heard people say it before.  "This was the best <insert word here> of my life"  And quite honestly, this is one of those sayings that makes me want to roll my eyes like a 13 year old girl with a bad case of PMS!  But I mean it when I say, this WAS the best summer of my life.  I don't ever remember being so content, happy, confident in all my life.  It was a perfect balance of a party, family, crazy, peaceful life.  It was work hard, play harder. June was fun.  School got out.  We learned our summer boundaries.  We beached it.  Me and the boys.  And when I say boys, I mean as many 12 and 13 year old boys as I could pack in my van.  I was that Mom.  We talked about chicks and sex, but mostly sports.  I learned a few things I didn't know; urbandictionary.com came in handy fo' sho!  It was fun and I'm sure I succeeded in my goal of making memories my boy will never forget. July was probably the mo...