It took me a while to figure out what to write on this post. I do miss a lot of things, but what I miss the most is singing. I have been in many choirs and even a band, even sang to myself on many occassions too. I even incorporated my love of writing and wrote a few songs.
I love musicals (movies and stage plays) and now I know why. Music is just in me and I think its time I let it back out.
I've been blessed with many women I can truly call friend. Read all about them in my blog post The Women Behind Wanda. So, then I'll just tell you about the male one here...
We met in 1991 and I was reluctant to talk to him. In 1992 we began our relationship that led to our beautiful daughter being born in 1994. Down the road plans changed but one thing remained true...he's the one I can tell anything and everything to. We share a bond that no one can break, though they may try. From just a look sometimes, to a simple gesture, we know what it means without even saying a word.
We have had our ups and downs and while we're no longer that same couple, we share so many things. There were times when I didn't even want to hear his name and he hasn't always communicated completely with me. I guess that's just the story of life, but we always made it through and 19 years later, our friendship has never been stronger. We've grown as we've aged and I look forward to getting to know even more about the person who is my true love, my writing partner, and my bff, Donnell "Covae" Covés.
This was for yesterday, because I got so busy I forgot to write it.
The weather was beautiful, but I chose to stay in being that it was no so hot outside, that made it cooler in the house and more bearable to get some things done. I got up early, caught up on some TV shows I had missed, washed the dishes, made breakfast, and cleaned out my email. After a few more household chores, I had lunch, took a bath, and decided to take a nap. When I awoke, I got an unexpected yet very welcomed phone call and that made me smile.
I finished my food inventory and entered everything into the My Pantry app (downloadable here for any android phone), then wrote down everything that was missing so I know exactly what I need to get from the store. I wish I could just order groceries and have them delivered to my door. I despise grocery shopping!
I watched a little TV, then back to bed where I slept very well for the first time in a long time. It felt good.
There are many types of love... The love we have for our family, friends (near and far), motherly love, brotherly love for which the city of Philadelphia is named that I would like to visit someday, the love one has for their pet or even a favorite object or article of clothing (or shoe lol) all have different meanings. The most prominent type of love that comes to mind for me is the romantic kind.
So many clichés about what the word love means: "love means never having to say you're sorry" or perhaps the beautiful yet simple love is... Cartoons that everyone passes along. My definition of love in any form, is the feeling of a feeling for someone/thing you can't live without. The unconditional... One you'd do anything and give anything for. I've been blessed to have many types of unconditional love in my life and I wouldn't have it any other way.
I am nothing without planning, but is it possible to be too organized? I have a list for everything, sometimes multiple lists, a place for everything and everything in its place. It sometimes becomes overwhelming to keep up with them all.
I've been called an organization freak, obsessive compulsive, and I can't say that I disagree. So, from now on I promise myslef to be more spontaneous.
Today I had...
B - sausage and cheese on an English muffin, a peach and grapes, a homemade mocha
L - chicken patty sandwich
D - leftover salmon, mashed potatoes and corn
I've written many blog entries about my mom, so I'll dedicate this one to my "dad".
My parents got married because my mother was pregnant, her "first time" no less. It was a myth that came true to life. He was a jerk from the beginning as I'm told and they finally got a divorce when I was three. My mother never looked back. My childhood was great. I never wished them back together and though I love my mom, I hoped for more time with my dad.
I thought I would be able to get this when I moved into his house three years ago while he was away in Brazil. He came back and things were good. My daughter was getting to her grandad and I was happy for that. Then, instead of him going back to Brazil with his gf, who is also the same age as me, he brought her and her two daughters to live with us, married her and treated the girls way better than he ever did my sister and I. They eventually took over the house and he asked me and my daughter to leave which I did gladly because his wife was turning me into a person I didn't like.
That situation taught me two things...I can and will make it living on my own and that my father is exactly who my mother thought he was so many years ago. Had anyone told me I would came out of this with something positive I wouldn't have believed it, but I did. I learned for myself that my "dad" doesn't care anything about me and it only made me stronger because he is the one missing out.
I know I said I was dedicating this one to my father, but I couldn't let it pass without saying how thankful I am to my mama for the way she raised me, most times having to be mom and dad and making me the stong, independent woman I am today.
I love you mom, with your crazy self :-).
This was supposed to be posted yesterday, but I kind of forgot.
My first love was a disaster! I don't even want to claim it as a "love". He was a devil worshiping, cheating murderer (no exaggeration).
And there's nothing more to be said about that.
A little late, but still here...
I am me, plain and simple, no muss, no fuss, a what you see is what you get kinda girl.
I'm 34, a single mom just trying to make a better life for me and my daughter. I love hanging with my family, movies, writing and anything musical. I originally started blogging as a way to vent/filter my thoughts, about nothing in particular and anything that came to my mind. Sometimes I may write one sentence or four full paragraphs, just depends on my mood.
I didn't used to like myself on the outside, but the more I look at who I am on the inside, I love ME more and realize the outside isn't as bad as I thought.
Bright, funny, cool, mildly confident...Simply Wanda!
Today was my niece's 13th birthday! I can't believe how much she's grown. We had an awesome time celebrating with her.
Today also marks the start of a lot of new things in my life. They will all be revealed in later posts.
My main goal for this month is to finish planning Rajanée's party so I can focus on other things.
