I Like Who I Had To Be To Become Who I Am

Hey guess what?!?! I USE to be an Exotic Dancer, a Stripper, a StripTeaser, whatever you want to call it. Am I ashamed? Am I embarrassed? The answer is NO. I for one don't get paid to judge anyone so I don't. I'm honest and I will tell anyone anything they ask and answer it as sincerely as I can. What I've done in my past stays in my past. What I've done up until this point has made me into the person I am today. Want my candid opinion on myself? I like Me. I love Me. Truthfully I wish there were more people like me today. I'm a hard worker, independent, goal oriented, a "go getter", always striving to better myself and my life, I'm the best friend anyone could possibly have in their life. I'm warm hearted as well as big hearted. I'm conceited and cocky, but I always put others before myself. I'm appreciative, giving, respectful, well mannered, and I know when to party even though at times I get out of control. Truth is we all have our past. We all did things we're not proud of, no matter how big or small those things were. I don't let my past affect me, and I don't think differently about anyone no matter what had happened in their past. Like I said, I like who I am and who I've become. If someone can't get pass my prior, my previous, my come and gone, my extinct, my did and done, then they shouldn't have to worry about seeing me in my close at hand, forthcoming, from now on, down the road, or in other words my future. Anyone in my life will tell anyone new in my life that they wouldn't trade me for all the presents in the world, all the dollar signs in the world, all the friends in the world, or for all the riches in the world, because when I'm here or there I make an impact and I'm worth having.

Buenos Noches my little Stalkers, I'll feed you chickens another day.  =)

Manless in a ''Man's World''

In a world where men outnumber women in most cities how are so many women single? Frankly, I don't care why. I choose to be single because my man is too busy right now to come sweep me off my feet. my man is touring around the world experiencing the first part of his life before he spends the rest of his life experiencing it with me. He is getting everything he can out of his system before he comes home to me. Why is that and why am I OK with that? Because my man is a cowboy, a lot of people say good guys finish last, but the truth is that cowboys finish last because they put their women first. Any good woman that has a good cowboy man that puts her first wont look like she's taking advantage of his kindness neither. Because a cowboy's woman puts her cowboy first as well. I don't know my cowboy's name, where he is or when he is coming to lasso me up, but by God he's coming one day and Ill be waiting. Boots and all, to hop up on the front side of that saddle as he holds his arms tightly around me griping those reigns. Till then I don't mind being single and alone, because in the end it will be worth it. I want my man to know that not every swingin' johnny got in good with his gal. I'm a keeper..and so is my future man, and he'll know that and appreciate that.

till next time my Lil chickens,I'll feed you another day.
buenos noches

when you have been someplace that was just appalling, rather it be a physical, tangible place or just a mental state of mind...you tell yourself ''i don't ever want to go back.'' anytime you see yourself maybe walking backwards into the same godawful place you swore you would you never go back because of all the grief it caused you rather it be heartache or just a straight breakdown, you need to go back and recall why you never wanted to go back in the first place. if by any chance there is no way to abstain from pressing rewind and watching yourself walk backwards in slow motion, then at least try to find that one healthy, blooming rose in the middle of your dreary desert. not all things and times were fully distressing. like anything in any aspect of your life, at one point you liked where you were and what you were doing. so what drastic situations cause us to head back into that downward spiral, when even recalling on it causes us to feel all of the same pain and torture of when you experienced it? is it seeing an old photo? maybe its catching up with an old friend. could it be driving by a specific part of town. if we just remind ourselves everyday by taking a few seconds of our greedy time wasting day