Have you ever been loved struck?  Well, let me be the first to admit that I am and it has a hefty price tag. I am head over heels with not only one but three bodies, their names, Range Rover, Mercedes and BMW. These three are my ideal vehicles. Mr. Range Rover outer physique is proportionately appealing. I love the overall interior ambience of this vehicle. My next love, since my mid twenties, I have been infatuated with BMW’s 745i model. The inside of this car is spacious, charming and just outright charming not to the mention that the ride in itself is smooth and superb. When I rode in a 745i, I thought I was floating. Mercedes CLS, is stylish from the exterior to interior, it is absurd to not like this masterpiece. Any of these works of arts would make me proud if it was in my possession.

It is a vindictive story in how I obtained my baby Speedy, which is the most expensive thing I, posses. For those who aren’t aware what a Speedy 25 is, it is a Louis Vuitton hand bag. Last year I received my income tax, so I decided to purchase an authentic Louis Vuitton bag.  My husband has been expressing to me, he wasn’t going to purchase an expensive purse. For this reason, I decided to purchase it myself. It is such a good thing; I have a close relationship with my sisters. I went to Louis Vuitton website and purchase my $695 Speedy 25 purse with ease. Now, when she arrives, Speedy 25, I lied and told my husband that my sister purchase the bag for me. Spiteful yes; worth it, yes.

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Can I utter how lame I am? Usually, people in my age group, go to venues, clubbing, partying, or even the movies. Week after week, I reside in my hermits’ shell. The only thing I can recall doing the prior week, is conducting a makeover. An associate of mines is aware; I enjoy recreationally applying makeup and doing hair. Therefore, when my associate asked if I can do a makeover for her 35th birthday, I arose to the occasion. I am so lame, after I finished making her face and doing her hair, I wasn’t even invited to go clubbing with her. That’s what my    lame-irefic week.

I babysit my niece, whom is eighteen months. Her mother, my sister n law drops her off every morning around 8:15. One morning, I was

really tired and did not want to get out of bed; for, I went out and did not arrive home until four that morning. My doorbell rang, the dog was barking. As my niece and sister n law arrived at my house, I was not dress nor have I brushed my teeth. When my sister n law handed me my niece, I said, “tell your momma bye”, she grabbed her nose and said, “BOO-BOO”, while her other hand was pointing to my mouth. My sister n law and I laughed until we couldn’t laugh anymore.

Designing cards is my hobby; therefore, there is no wonder why I enjoy making them. When I make cards, it pleases me to hear that my cards are liked. Furthermore, I get a kick out of people’s initial reaction when I personally hand them my handmade creation. How did you do that, this is so unique, you need to market these, is what I hear a lot. I enjoy card making so much, that at times, when someone needs a large amount of invitations or cards, I will make them free of charge. Now, my husband on there other hand, gets annoyed when I produce my cards for free.

Anticipating your return

Is something I had to learn

For, my mind and soul was still trying to yearn

Losing you was my greatest issue

My love for life and living, I withdrew

Your amorous presence was my virtue

Letting go of you was the hardest thing I had to do –Rhondra-

In the meantime, while I was grieving, I allowed myself to die as well because I just could not accept the fact that a part of me is not coming back to me. After my grandfather’s death, I have begun to cherish life and people around me.

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Married for nine faithful years, is unheard of these days; for, so many spouses are not upholding their marital vows. Although, I enjoy being married and committed, at times, I wish I were single all over again. In retrospect to my unattached life, I enjoyed not having to be submissive. I enjoyed not brushing my teeth as soon as I awaken or having to prepare a five course meal. When I did not want to be bothered, I became a hermit and tuned everything else “OUT”.  Now, that I am married, I can not do that; for, my spouse wants to communicate. “Yeah”, being single were the good old days.

I have often thought I was born to be a mother, and I have truly loved that role.  Every minute has been so precious.  Even the night feedings were a special time when it was just the baby and me in the quiet of the night.  I loved watching the children, listening to them, and being with them.  Right or wrong, I am one of those mothers who never wanted to take a trip and leave the children at home.  Everything has always been more fun when they were there.  If I could do anything over, I would want to go back and have my children all over again.  I would try to be a better and wiser parent.  I would hope I have learned from some mistakes.  The main reason I would want to do it all over again, though, is so I could experience the whole thing one more time.  I could hold them again, watch their first steps again, hear their first words again.  I could listen to them read, watch their sports games, and hear their laughter.  If I could do it all just one more time, I would jump at the chance.