tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40207826520545873292024-02-07T01:08:26.586-05:00London & ParisAllow us to elevate you with strong words that express strong emotions from strong black women...MsStaceyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07209336661326643247noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020782652054587329.post-88159306404904554592013-06-05T10:57:00.000-04:002013-06-05T17:30:31.468-04:00Father Abraham On the first vacation I have taken alone since having my children I realized a lot about myself. I am a single mother and love my two kids to no end. I live everyday for them and would not have it any other way. Through all the bad things that have happened in my life and all the not so great relationships the love of my children have been the constant in my life. So me and my best friend take a vacation to see a friend. During this vacation I meet the man my heart tells me is my soul-mate. Since meeting my high school boyfriend I have never met someone that made my heart skip a beat. I have never met someone that I felt an instant spark for. And for me that man is Father Abraham.<br />
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The moment I saw him I felt I needed to talk to him. He was tall, dark, and handsome. He looked like a foreign creature to me. He was a breathe of fresh air. I saw him and knew that something was different about him. And I knew that I would never see him again. Just knowing this gave me a revelation. If I meet someone and didn't have a fleeting feeling of love, then I knew that I would no longer settle. My girls and I deserved better. We deserved to be loved unconditionally and I am determined to have that.<br />
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So I approached him to ask him a question we spoke for about 1 minute and we shook hands and he says very nice to meet you my name is Abraham. I tell him my name and say nice to meet you too. As I looked back I could see him looking back at me. I felt that he felt the same thing I did. This undeniable attraction. This indescribable feeling that we would not get the chance to explore. I look up his phone number and after a night of socially drinking with my friend I had the false sense of courage to call him after a little bit of coaxing. I understand that this may seem a little forward but I just had this overwhelming feeling of the what ifs. So I call, he gets on the line and my heart starts beating faster and faster and the thoughts won't formulate in my head. I asked if he remembered me from earlier that day...pause. He says oh the girl in the green dress! He did remember me wow. He says that he's glad I called and he would call me later that day, well it was 5 a.m. I hang up and I'm elated. I went for it and he knew who I was, he was glad I called.<br />
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Later that day he calls and we have the best two hour conversation of my life. He tells me how beautiful he thought I was as soon as he saw me. I share with him my thoughts of him and how I felt when I laid eyes on him. We talked about our families, our lives, and our shared patriotism. We shared a fire for serving our country and if you would have been a third party listening you would have thought it to be corny maybe even downright cliche. At the end of our conversation he apologizes for potentially leading me on and he HAD felt something when we spoke but he was in a relationship. He was genuinely a gentleman. No need to apologize I told him, I don't like to live my life with regrets, if I never would have tried to say something then I would have lived life kicking myself with what ifs.<br />
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Father Abraham is my soul mate and in a blink of an eye he was gone. But the "idea" Father Abraham lives on inside me. The feeling I get when I think about his handsome physique, the quiver I get when I replay our brief encounter over and over in my mind. As the seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn to hours, hours to days, I wonder if he will call again. I wonder if he would just take me back to Utopia if only for a few minutes. I wonder if circumstances would change and he would become mine. It is said that when lobster's mate and hook claws they become one forever. When penguins meet, the male gives the female a fine pebble, if she excepts then they will be mates forever. I also believe this to be true for us. When you meet someone and you have that fire, the spark, and instant feeling of the cliche love at first sight that is not something that happens all the time. That is not something that happens more than once. If it does happen do not ignore it. This is your soulmate. It may not happen right away but I believe that IT WILL HAPPEN. When you experience this then you have found your Father Abraham.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15697265729629991110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020782652054587329.post-69715704580625539352012-11-27T00:29:00.000-05:002012-11-27T00:29:27.598-05:00Does this Upset You? It Should<div>
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Excerpt taken from the article, "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 19px;">Black and “BEAutiful” Women, STAND UP!"</span></div>
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"Not to put any males down, seeing as how I am one, but the truth is the truth despite what perspective it’s told from. And the truth is, some women are sexable, and some are wifeable. So many of you are almost <em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">too</em> wifeable, and that’s the problem; several men right now don’t want to wife, they want to spread your legs. They don’t want to respect you, because, quite honestly, respect interferes with the nut. It’s not a bad thing; men can attest to this—I certainly can. I, we, and they, would all (at times) rather have a girl that has no vision in life, no ambition, no goals, no promise, and no dignity, because that equates to ejaculation on top of ejaculation on top of ejaculation on top of ejaculation. Meanwhile, the respectable women who know they deserve more than a quick lay unfortunately remain untouched for now, preserved for later; in so many ways, 2010 is the season for girls, not women—and until he mans up, he won’t be ready for you.</div>
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It is a sad but honest truth that so many women who exemplify the very essence of the word “beauty” will have to wait for their reward, but in the meantime, continue to love yourselves despite yourselves, ladies. And do it better than anyone else ever could, because at that point you transcend the threshold of black mediocrity that America profits all too easily from, and in the blink of an eye become B E A utiful."</div>
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Full article found here: http://thefreshxpress.com/2010/12/black-and-“beautiful”-women-stand-up/<br />
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Too many times have I been between the respectable me and the "ME" that men want. Sometimes it is easier to lower my expectations, lower my self worth for a little companionship. It's hard living everyday with no one to live it with. I used to think that being single would be the end of the world for me. So in essence I made sure I was never alone. I kept the company of men who I knew wanted nothing more than a sexual experience. I did this because at the time, that is what I wanted also. When I wanted something deeper I couldn't because I led these men to believe that I never wanted anything deeper than that. It's hard to live with decisions that we have made. It's hard when you have to live with a decision you made when you were young. When you grow up and realize that you have made some mistakes that you can not take back it's a very tough pill to swallow. I have since then reverted back to my TRUE self and it has proven much harder to get the respect and love that I desire. I am still in search for the man that can handle the beauty and essence of a real woman. Until then I will bask in my own ambience, wink wink. </div>
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MsStaceyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07209336661326643247noreply@blogger.com0Goldsboro, null35.35655 -77.97386tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020782652054587329.post-38284361954914510932012-11-21T11:26:00.001-05:002012-11-21T11:28:19.657-05:00Thanksgiving <div><p>So Thanksgiving is upon us again. And every year someone says let's all say what we are thankful for. Some people are thankful for the material things. Other for the more meaningful. Most people look at their family and they know without them there wud be nothing to be thankful for. And then some people stand up every year and say they are thankful for their good job, the money, or the fame. </p>
<p>With that being said I am thankful for God. Without him nothing is possible. He wakes me up everyday so that I could be the best mother possible for my two children. I live and would die for them. Without the grace of God I wouldn't even have them. So this year along with ever past and future, I am thank for God, thankful for life, and thankful for my family. </p>
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I have had men lie, cheat, play mind games but recently I have experienced the most hurtful event by far. There is man that I had met about a year ago. We instantly hit it off. We were deployed together in Afghanistan so we had all the time in the world to just hang out and talk and really get to know each other without the physical part getting in the way the way they do in so many of our relationships. We would take walks and plan our lives together. It was crazy to me that I have met so many men and the one that I meet in the midst of such a messed up place would be the one that I could see myself with. We fell in love and because the nature of my job and me being gone so long we fell out of touch. A little while before I was leaving we started talking again and decided to talk as friends.<br />
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Long story short when I got home he called me, we video chatted and when he got home I heard nothing. Fast forward four months and he emails me out of the blue as if nothing has happened. As if nothing was wrong. And although I had met someone else in the process and I had months of hate built up, all of my feelings came rushing back. The hate couldn't cover what I had felt for him before all of the madness happened.<br />
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We end up having sex and he calls me two days later saying that I gave him a STD and he trusted me and I let him down. He talked down to me and I said sorry a million times even though I had just got tested a few months before and haven't slept with anyone in the meanwhile. For two weeks he called me and harassed me about getting ester. I mean it was so important to him but he wasn't going for himself. Me, I felt fine so I didn't see the need for me to rush. Tired of being badgered I went and got tested. I told him that and he was quiet. Told him I needed to wait a few to get the results. So he calls me and says he doesn't think I ever went to the doctor's and he thinks I was lying. I mean really I am a grown as woman why would i lie about going to the doctor's office.<br />
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I hang up on him and I am so upset. I mean if I gave him something I could understand his anger. But he was doing and saying all this with no proof of anything. I felt hurt and disrespected. A few days later I got the results and I had absolutely nothing. So all the while he was saying that he was feeling discomfort and blaming me for the worst and there was nothing wrong. I expected to hear an apology at the very least. I mean we are adults right. But no instead of giving me what I deserved he just decided not to call back. The way that things have played out really did hurt me. More so for the fact that I had put in so much time and effort into a man that turned out to be worse than I could imagine. He didn't have to come back into my life just to ruin it again. He could have just stayed away. Why are men so cruel? Why are they so calculating? Im still trying to figure it out now.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15697265729629991110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020782652054587329.post-2763166112370397992012-09-17T22:41:00.000-04:002012-09-17T22:41:01.891-04:00Striving to Be A Better Person I was YesterdayJust a couple of months ago, I was full of uncertainty. Will I pass the national nursing exam that I spent four long years to study for and take? Will I find a job within the next 3 months of graduation or have to wait a year like many recent graduates? And is this the right career choice for me?<br />
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With much success, I passed the NCLEX in June and I was hired to work in a hospital near my home in July with orientation starting in August. I have been working as a RN since August and I love it. I love my patients and it brings me joy when their condition is improving. However, I dislike the time spent on documentation which takes away time from being with my patients.<br />
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I have been working 40 hours a week and I constantly find myself extremely exhausted! Not to mention, my feet and back are always in pain. I do not eat as well as I should since many times I don't have time for a break and I'm too tired to prepare a meal for the next day after getting out of work. I want to have enough energy to last the whole day like I used to. So, I have come up with a plan!<br />
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Eat at least 3x day - only healthy choices:<br />
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Oatmeal with blueberries and raspberries with OJ or cereal with almond milk or yogurt<br />
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Whole grain pasta or plantains with chicken or whatever my mother cooks (she has to eat healthy also)<br />
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Im also working on making smoothies - whey protein powder, blueberries, and almond milk and some other mixtures when I head back to the grocery store.<br />
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In addition to my diet change, I will be doing Insanity!! So excited! I ordered the DVDs today and can't wait to start! I will be sore and tired at first but I know it will be worth it at the end.<br />
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As far as my social life, I haven't had a great night out since I attended Caribana in Toronto...which was great! For day activities - I've been to water parks and went miniature golfing but that was all!<br />
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<br />MsStaceyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07209336661326643247noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020782652054587329.post-34718909971315427472012-09-14T22:20:00.002-04:002013-08-31T19:41:19.978-04:00The Story that Needs to be Told!Her father passed before she really new him. At the age of five she was without a father and without anyone to show her what true love was really about. She was desperate to know that love. Desperate to know what it felt like for a man to truly love her unconditionally. So she latched on to whomever she thought would show her that love that she craved so badly.<br>
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When she was sixteen she knew that things were off. He crept into her room at night and she pretended that she was asleep so that he would go away. It seemed such a small price to pay for a little bit of peace. What did she do to deserve this unwarranted affection. As he stood above her bed at night she thought what her father would do if he knew that this was happening to his precious daughter while he was in another place.<br>
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He peels back the sheets and looks at her while she "sleeps". Please God if there is a God, please help me through this. You say that you would never put on me more than I can handle but I am just a child, your child. Why on earth would you let me go through this kind of pain. I am a child of God and through all bad things come good things. I know that through the bad things, that I would be molded into the exact person that he wanted me to be. My faith is unwavering and I will hold true to my faith until the day that I perish. A child is taken advantage of while a mother looks on not willing to help. This was my path and this will be the very reason why I offer myself to him. I only wish that I can live up to his standards...now until my judgement day regardless of my shortcomings along the way.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15697265729629991110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020782652054587329.post-40021386502369054602012-09-14T09:55:00.000-04:002012-09-14T09:55:16.402-04:00My Little Secret <span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Everyday I have to come to work and watch him from a distance. I look at him and remember what it was like for him to hold me, kiss me, and make love to me. We were inseperable. He made me feel like myself. He made me giggle and and blush (even though black people don't blush). When I would see him my heart started pounding and I was sure he could see it through my chest. I was sure he could see the smile form on my face as soon as he walked past me everyday. Truth is he was and will always be my best kept secret and I was his. Something that I could have to myself and everyone not know about it and talk about it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">The feeling of being absolutely wrapped up in someone didn't scare me but made me feel wanted and needed. I took care of him and he did the same for me. But it seems that all good things come to an end. And as our relationship began to unravel and the lies were more apparent, my heart broke. The one person who knew me better than anyone else hurt me the most. He was there for me to cry on his shoulder but when he was the reason for my tears, who would I have to lean on? And when it was all said and done it was still hard to let him go completely. If I let go then I knew it was over for sure. My mouth said the words that my heart just couldn't hear. And now I see him walk past me everyday and I wonder about what used to be!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15697265729629991110noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020782652054587329.post-22386495588488878012012-09-13T21:52:00.002-04:002012-09-13T21:56:27.210-04:00Lost Love <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Ever since I was a young girl growing up I thought of love as a fairy tale. I mean people would always speak about it as if it was life. It gave them everything they needed to wake up in the morning, to go about daily activities, and also the one person to lay down with every night. Through out my adult years I have longed for that feeling. It felt as though I would meet someone and soon I would be running from them. Whether it be running from commitment when that is what I was asking for or running from failure. Ever see a friend go through a terrible relationship and as you help them along think "I will never allow myself to be there". As much as we try and stay away from these painful experiences it is apart of life. </span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15697265729629991110noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020782652054587329.post-40425937645707340472012-05-28T01:59:00.001-04:002012-05-28T01:59:54.735-04:00On the Pursuit of HappinessI just graduated from college with my BSN. Currently studying for the NCLEX and job searching. For some reason, I don't feel that accomplished. Yes, I went through blood, sweat, tears, and issues with financial aid to get me through my undergrad but I still feel...empty. I do not have that great feeling of " I made it!"<br />
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With an end, always comes new beginnings. Therefore, I will just embrace the last chapter of my life, prepare for a new one, and begin creating the exact events that will no longer be mere dreams, but a reality. As I close this chapter to open the part I have been working on for the last couple of years, I cannot help to wonder...what is really next? Will it be a long job search, a job that I just deal with, or a career path I love? Only time will tell.<br />
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</div>MsStaceyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07209336661326643247noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020782652054587329.post-64540859041134481742011-11-04T09:22:00.002-04:002011-11-19T13:18:29.211-05:00Damn Baby...You Tempt MeThe way your lips feel on mine<br />
The movement of your large hands down my spine<br />
That continue to travel and make me feel some type of way<br />
Damn baby, you're temptin me<br />
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The way you whisper in my ear exactly what you want to do<br />
Making my mind run wild of the things we can do<br />
Don't take me as a fool, baby I know what you're tryna do<br />
Damn baby, you're temptin me<br />
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But I know where this can go<br />
Baby I gotta go<br />
Quit sharing your thoughts, affection, and saliva<br />
Cuz baby you're temptin meMsStaceyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07209336661326643247noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020782652054587329.post-90259847939325462492011-10-21T21:50:00.016-04:002011-10-22T16:59:33.724-04:00Daddy Issues that Affect Your Relationship With MenI strongly believe that the interaction girls have with their fathers or men in general affect their future relationships with men. I'm no Oprah, relationship expert, or psychologist/psychiatrist but I learned a lot from other's interations and my own. <br />
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I noticed that women that did not grow up with a father tend to be loose, those who do not have a good relationship with their father have trouble trusting men, and other things that as you grow up you realize is just common sense. However, that is not true for all females. All behaviors are not subject to just one concept. What is true for you, may not be true for most and what's common, may not apply to you. <br />
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I know some females, who didn't have a daddy growing up; have loving, strong relationships with men. And women who are so close to their fathers, daddy's girl, who cannot maintain a relationship with men and are not selective with entry, if you know what I mean.<br />
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I, myself, had trouble having a good relationship with men or any relationship by that means. I live with both my parents, they have been married for over 25 years, and I am around my father more than my mother. However, I wouldn't trust my father farther than I can throw him and I have more respect for my mother than my father. My father was very abusive towards my brother and I growing up and he would rather take money from us than give it. It is more than evident that if he had the choice, he would of never had kids. I don't think my father hates us, but I feel like we're viewed more as a burden rather than a gift. I strongly believe that my view of my father and other men in my family, which is the only interaction I consistenly have with the opposite sex affects my relationship with men. <br />
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Most men in my family do not work or hardly work and depend on their wife to take care of them. I am not sure if it's my culture but I really don't want to excuse their behavior with that reasoning. Be a man, be the head of the household. It's shameful, if you do otherwise.<br />
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I also have had numerous nightmares of getting raped, it's been going on for years. I do not know if it stems from all the lifetime movies I watched growing up or some traumatic experience I could have experienced in the past but I can't recall now that I'm older, I have no idea. But I do know that I have had trouble being alone with men around my age in the same room. This year was the first time, I have been comfortable being alone in a room with a man I am not related to. Yup, I have issues, especially with trust.<br />
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So, how do I fix it?<br />
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I need to change my thinking. I need to accept that I have interaction issues with men. I need to know that I can change it. I will prove to myself that I will have great relationships with men. After changing my mindset, I need to put my thoughts into action by treating men with love and respect and disprove my first theory that #niggasaintshit. I realized this, so I have been letting my negative feelings towards men subside and allowing new feelings to form by engaging in meaningful relationships (friends or dating). <br />
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It's true, all men are not the same and there are many men out there that do handle their responsibilities and can be loving and respectful---yes, all those features in one.<br />
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Do you have daddy issues? Do they affect your relationships? Will you join me in letting go of your preconceived notions about men?MsStaceyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07209336661326643247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020782652054587329.post-54889401339658823022011-10-21T17:32:00.001-04:002011-10-21T22:18:11.448-04:00Update: Dating with a Purpose<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-UpuwtdOvETJlXk4nascLh37Ba1wEFntJ5eD4KnV_mROeNG3fRl29iJz29GXeFPeevh-48Bxr_GXI96TAHuO_3qKLNrPUQEeGlNsSFCC2iABBuCXG1bei2Nljq4HXwXwPv6b_zuxBow/s1600/Photo+on+2011-08-31+at+13.28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-UpuwtdOvETJlXk4nascLh37Ba1wEFntJ5eD4KnV_mROeNG3fRl29iJz29GXeFPeevh-48Bxr_GXI96TAHuO_3qKLNrPUQEeGlNsSFCC2iABBuCXG1bei2Nljq4HXwXwPv6b_zuxBow/s320/Photo+on+2011-08-31+at+13.28.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><br />
As I sit here and ponder on how I wasted time with men I thought a great relationship could develop from, I have just concluded that it wasn't a waste. I've learned what expectations are considered reasonable, much effort should be put in from each of us, and the willingness to want to know more about each other and grow together should be strong from both parties. If someone wants to make it work, they will make the effort. If they dont, they're not worth your time and energy, and certainly not your hard earned money.<br />
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I'm not taking any guy seriously right now and dating as many as I can handle, no longer focusing on just one.<br />
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This quote stood out in my mind:<br />
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Sidenote: Dating some other guys. The last guy I mentioned didn't work out and I don't care enough to evaluate the situation to conclude why. He hits me up randomly, but its over faster than it started #bye. Im open to new people, I'm just not going to sweat anything.<br />
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Cannot stop listening to Someone Like You by Adele, super talented.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you have been following my blogposts, you can recall that I have been opposed to dating because it seemed like a complete waste of time. From the good morning text, to the attempts of his lips on mine, and the constant talk about an activity I refuse to engage in, sex. I had enough because it all seemed pointless. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But in late February, I felt this sudden urge to get out there and mingle. I was thinking about my future and it hit me, I will be graduating from nursing school and then what? I would like to get married and raise a family. The steps towards achieving that goal is to be with a special someone. I also understand the significance of having someone special to celebrate your accomplishments, learn and grow from one another, and share life experiences with that special person as we reach the pinnacle of our life.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I strongly believe in the law of attraction so I changed my thoughts, thus my actions, and became more optimistic about meeting great men. Within a couple of weeks, I started talking to a couple. I'm still a rookie, so I decided to date one person at a time. He was very nice, we clicked instantly, he reallllly liked me *<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">blushing</span>* We went on a couple of dates. With the good, comes the bad. Every time we went out, he came with a friend *blank stare* I could not understand why he could not come alone. Was I boring and he needed someone else there? Was he very shy when alone with a girl? I could not fathom his peculiar ways, so I brought it up, he disagreed with both of my reasons. It really bothered me in addition to his unset life goals and slowly but surely the conversations, dates, and good morning texts in addition to falling asleep on the phone decreased *<i>sigh</i>*.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lastly, there is him. The one I am currently dating is sweet, a gentleman, has a stable job, reliable, and consistent, and never talks about sex. I respect his approach on life. The only thing I don't like is that he is secretive and lacks ambition. I want a man who always wants to do better, thinking of ways to improve his current situation, and always hungry for more because he knows he can do better or at least achieves certain goals to always have a back up or it helps him grow as a person. I only expect that because that is how I am. I do not think this will last. I lack the spark that I felt for the last two. Maybe because we lack intimacy, never any touching or loving hugs or deep conversations that provide mental stimulation. Perhaps it is because he does not want to cross any boundaries (in regards to the physical contact), but we both know that after a couple of months he will not like that...so what is the point of this relationship if it is clearly temporary. Although I have spent the most time with him, I feel like I do not know him as well as I know the other two. As time goes on, we shall see.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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It is spiritual, free-spirited, and unrestricted. We did a lot in the three hours of meeting including meditation, getting to know each other, and other non academic activities. My favorite part was this:<br />
<blockquote>"Okay class, I want to end with free writing. Imagine you have three months to live. Assume that you are healthy during the first month and write about what you will do during these three months you have left to live."</blockquote>Borrowed paper, pulled out a pen, and started to write:<br />
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<blockquote>If I had three months to live...</blockquote><blockquote> I would visit all my family, friends, and enemies. I want to tell my family, I love them. I want to tell my friends, I appreciate them, and tell my enemies, I forgive them and ask them for forgiveness.</blockquote><blockquote> I would work for a month. Vacation for the last two months. I want to travel to a lot of different places. I want to spend most of my time on the different islands, not the airplane. I would love to visit Hawaii, Fiji, Guadeloupe, Haiti, islands near the Philippines and return to the Caribbean. During my journey, I want to meet, play, date, share a couple of laughs with everyone who is willing to socialize with me. I want to send postcards from where I'm from to tell everyone to come and enjoy these places and stress in every postcard it is important to live life before you die.</blockquote>Not bad for 4 minutes? lol<br />
What would you do if you had three months to live?<br />
Do them now and do them with nothing but love, joy, and happiness.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">In addition, God will not burden you beyond what you can bear</span>MsStaceyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07209336661326643247noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020782652054587329.post-90630414560326735982011-01-15T02:19:00.003-05:002012-01-04T21:18:21.001-05:00Commentary That Deserves Your Attention<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9f9ee; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">From</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;"><strong style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;">Divas With Cents</span>:</strong></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">People need people, and every woman wants to be loved. For a woman to get herself together it has to start with her. It has to start with us. A woman’s love is one of the most powerful force on this earth and can be wrecked beyond repair if allowed. Every woman possess a Queendom and until a woman is able to tap into this supreme power and channel that energy of her most strongest emotions she may not ever recover. I hold a statement dear to my hear from Napoleon Hill’s book, Think and Grow Rich. “Disappointment over love affairs generally has the effect of driving people to drink and ruin. This is because most people never learn the art of transmuting their strongest emotions into dreams of a constructive nature.”</span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: small;">So my DWC sister, think of your most wildest dreams imaginable of finding success. Now take that hurt and pain and channel it into something positive that will enhance your life. You must wholeheartedly believe you deserve better than what you’ve been getting because life has a way of testing our beliefs. “Guys with Game” are playing on the gaps in a woman’s intuition and men have intuition but they don’t divulge that. What you accept is a mirror of what you believe that you deserve deep down. Let your mirror reflect what you deep down under the layers feel you deserve. A woman must love herself so much that she won’t allow anyone or anything to disturb the harmony in her life."</span></span></div>MsStaceyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07209336661326643247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020782652054587329.post-871046340580076802011-01-14T17:47:00.002-05:002011-01-14T17:50:10.795-05:00Food For ThoughtExcerpt from "Sex and the single black woman" in The Economist magazine <br />
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"The comedian Steve Harvey encourages women to "think like men" in order to get what they want. I personally don't find Harvey's approach to be appealing, since the last thing I'd want to date is a woman who thinks like a dude. Also, the implication that relationship warfare should be conquered with more warfare just leads to an even greater mess than the one we have today. Love should not be about war, winning or any kind of competition; that's why it's called "love" and not something else."<br />
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There is A LOT I can say about this but I will let your mind wrap around the author's thoughts and draw your own conclusions.MsStaceyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07209336661326643247noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020782652054587329.post-6345371254243798382011-01-13T01:20:00.009-05:002011-01-16T10:52:47.805-05:00Day 2 Challenge - Blast Your Favorites<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Challenge posts for the next 14 days with these topics in mind...</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">day 2 - </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">put your itunes on shuffle and write the first 10 songs that pop up</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">d<s>ay 3 - write 30 interesting facts about yourself.</s></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">day 4 - give pictures of 5 guys who are famous who you find attractive.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><s>day </s></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><s>5 - </s></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><s>what kind of person attracts you.</s></span></span></span><br />
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</s> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><s>day 8 - your earliest memory.</s></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><s><br />
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</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">day 11 - one of your favorite shows.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">day 14 - something that you miss</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Day 2 - P</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"><b>ut your itunes on shuffle and write the first 10 songs that pop up</b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">1. Chrisette Michelle - If I Had My Way</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">2. Maxwell - Pretty Wings</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">3. Lauryn Hill - Tell Him</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">4. Nicki Minaj ft. Drake - Moment For Life</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">5. Miguel ft. J.Cole - All I Want Is You</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">6. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Drake - </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">What If Kissed You </span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">7. Trey Songz - Made To Be Together</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">8. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Roscoe Dash, Travis Porter, YT - </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">All The Way Turnt Up </span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">9. Beenie Man ft. Mya - Girls Dem Sugar</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">10. Tyrese - Sweet Lady<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Some new...lovin All I Want Is You</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Another classic pops up as I write this...Nothing Even Matters - </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;">Lauryn Hill ft D'Angelo *love this song*</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I am single. Do not be sad for me. I am learning who I am, remembering where I came from, and establishing where I want to go. I am so glad I am not one of those females that need a man to be complete or their happiness only stems from that special someone. Women who need a man to be happy are weak, that's one thing I am not. </span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> A man should be supplementary towards your contentment, not solely complementary. C</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">omplement</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> means an addition that will serve to complete something or form with it to make a whole, while a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">supplement</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> is an addition to something already regarded as complete or whole. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Be aware that a man can only do so much. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My future man will add on to my happiness, not complete it. That is I why I am striving to be the person I want my husband to be like. I do not want him to make up for the things I lack, but to add on to my strong qualities. And as we grow, he will also strengthen my weak qualities and I will in turn do the same for him. For the qualities I do lack, only God can help me build them. Psalm 23:1 states: "Jehovah is my Shepard, I shall lack nothing." </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I do know that there's so much I have accomplished on my own and I will accomplish even greater things with a partner. When that time comes, I will be ready...physically, mentally, and emotionally. </span></b></span><br />
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<center>In my dorm, study break...lol</center><br />
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I usually work two jobs during school to support my education, part time job and workstudy. However, that semester I was taking the hardest classes at once, pharmacology, med/surg I, health assessment, and microbiology. So, I decided I would not work during those four months...hardest decision ever. But, my tuition was paid off and I was not worrying about any other bills because I had money saved up to pay my family phone bill (yes, I paid that big bill every month to lighten my parents load). I also had some money for dinner with friends from time to time.<br />
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Before Spring ended, I saw Drake in concert.<br />
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Saw Drake, Nicki Minaj, Trey Songz, Baby, B.O.B, Lupe Fiasco, Ludacris, Taio Cruz<br />
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I went back to working two jobs: primary job, part time at a hospital and work study as a tutor. I traveled to different charter schools that held summer programs for their students to increase their skills in math and literacy. I worked with the age group of 9-16. The younger children were a joy, the older ones were too because they respected my authority but of course they did so with some attitude.<br />
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After working over 40 hours a week for two months. I spent the last month in France! One week in Paris and two weeks in a city four hours away from Paris called Marseille. It was one of the best experiences! I loved it, I had to come back five days before school started, I did not want to come back!!<br />
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Finally Fall/Winter '10. I learned soo much! I officially became natural and I am learning how to deal with my own hair by other bloggers. I officially became a junior in college and took the hardest class in nursing school, Med/Surg II. I had a clinical at the number one hospital in the U.S and worked on the Burns, Plastics, and Reconstructive unit. Amazing experience! I learned so much and worked with the best nurses and doctors.<br />
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<u>Future Goals</u><br />
Save up to $8,000 for a sedan by Fall '11<br />
Save another $2,000 for a 2 week vacation at a resort in any island (Aruba, Bermuda, Puerto Rico)<br />
Travel to New York, North Carolina, and Florida<br />
SL to APL<br />
Eliminate the fake and the weak, build stronger bonds with the real<br />
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Continue loving, living, and laughing<br />
I stayed chaste in a perverse world/college and will continue doing that in 2011.<br />
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<center><b>Life is too short. RIP My beloved cousin, Guerlen Guerrier 04.15.85 - 12.21.10</b></center><br />
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To my readers, I wish you the best on all your personal endeavors and be blessed!MsStaceyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07209336661326643247noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020782652054587329.post-38392145717291551962010-12-31T11:43:00.002-05:002012-01-04T21:20:31.936-05:00The tears I shed cannot bring you back<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You were a loving mother, sister, daughter, wife, one of the best cousin's anyone could have, a reliable friend, an army hero, a police officer, and anyone who had the privilege of meeting you, was truly honored. You spent your life bringing peace and love and shed light on matters that others were afraid to. You did more than most do in a lifetime. Without you I could not have grown to be the person I am today. My heart is broken. The piece that broke off when I heard that you were gone is gone forever. A piece of me left, when you did. The tears I shed cannot bring you back. If we can just be with you one last time... <o:p></o:p></div>
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R.I.P GUERLEN GUERRIER 04.15.85 - 12.28.10<o:p></o:p></div>MsStaceyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07209336661326643247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020782652054587329.post-56803388394434902272010-09-29T13:54:00.001-04:002010-09-29T13:55:17.173-04:00A Setback for a Comeback<blockquote>"It's not the wrong way, you just eliminated one way to get there." - Stacey B</blockquote><br />
<blockquote> That successful person you admire, did not give up because of one or two downfalls. Success doesn't come to those who wait, you must rise from every fall and look for the next opportunity or step up to the challenge. It is more than clear that we all undergo trials and tribulations, the way we respond to them is what matters.</blockquote><blockquote>So, have faith, hope, and genuine love. Please remember that works without faith are dead.</blockquote><blockquote>Dust yourself off and try again.</blockquote><br />
<blockquote> Two gains, for every loss. Will you rise up to the challenge?</blockquote>MsStaceyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07209336661326643247noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020782652054587329.post-80561024208831450022010-09-27T00:22:00.005-04:002010-09-27T13:36:52.771-04:00Chastity<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-28JdBvbjraaIPUWZbFSrIbV2JC_KXj_4OrY3UFH3y2sQnqrjcsOq_D0PyjkXfBgO3nnvsYc9SOkhVF3jRifXng6h0ul_kpy7AD_mrJDHVaBFQdBPkZQuNftOY0fbAkudVw-5fUVyvg/s1600/withanj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-28JdBvbjraaIPUWZbFSrIbV2JC_KXj_4OrY3UFH3y2sQnqrjcsOq_D0PyjkXfBgO3nnvsYc9SOkhVF3jRifXng6h0ul_kpy7AD_mrJDHVaBFQdBPkZQuNftOY0fbAkudVw-5fUVyvg/s320/withanj.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
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With my roomie sipping on lemonade after a long day of shopping and dinner<br />
We both made a pact to stay chaste until the right one comes along.<br />
<blockquote>For me: gotta have the ring and marriage certificate. </blockquote><blockquote>For her: you have to be special, worth sharing the experience with.</blockquote><br />
I only mention this because whenever I'm hanging out with guys, they always ask me: WHY?! we can do a lot of good things together, we're human with needs...don't you have needs too, or are you serious?<br />
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I'm not bothered by the questions but I'm upset by their intentions. Not the kind of girl you can hit and quit.<br />
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Believe me, I'm worth it - your time, energy, generosity, and --- the wait.MsStaceyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07209336661326643247noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4020782652054587329.post-36614923948290761832010-09-18T23:39:00.000-04:002010-09-18T23:39:14.398-04:00Seldom found in woman, never found in man<div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I refuse to settle for less because I know my worth.</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">My patience is running out. </div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">It's dropping every second like the sand in an hourglass timer. Will he ever come into my life?</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Until then I will continue...</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Living.Loving.Laughing</span> </div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</div><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 15px;">“<em style="font-style: normal;"><b>Patience is a virtue...p</b></em><b>ossess it if you can. Seldom found in woman, never found in man”</b></span></blockquote><br />
***follow up on last blog...he contacted me, but our conversations are not the same. Now they're non-existent. *shakes head, but then remembers...there are more fish in the sea...bigger and better. Next!*MsStaceyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07209336661326643247noreply@blogger.com0