Wednesday, April 17, 2013

What Would You Do Wednesday

Imagine if you will, you're a woman in your early 30's. For the better part of the last decade, you've been having a sexual relationship with a friend. Over the course of this sexual relationship, you've also attempted to have a romantic and committed relationship, but for whatever reason, it doesn't work any time the two of you try. At the same time, the sex continues, even when you are involved with other people. Seven years ago, you decided that you were going to go for broke and see what was going to happen between the two of you. Although you weren't officially a couple, you were only sleeping with him; so much so that you decided to get on birth control so you didn't have to use condoms.

Fast forward back to the present. Nothing has really changed, but for whatever reason, you decide that you were going to go off of birth control. Less than a week later, the two of you go out and one thing leads to another. Because you just came off of birth control, you didn't think anything could happen that quickly, but sure enough, you come up pregnant. You're going to keep the baby, that's a given, but before you can tell this man that you're pregnant, you have to tell him that you stopped using birth control, because you definitely didn't tell him before your last encounter. When you tell him, he tells you that you betrayed him by not telling him you were getting off of birth control and trying to trap him by having this baby.

During the pregnancy, he is everything you could have asked for. Loving, supporting, running out for your cravings, rubbing you feet and catering to you the best way he could. You hope that this treatment carries over after the baby is born. Sadly, not too long after the baby was born, while you were taking a nap, this guy swabs the baby for a DNA test. When you finally find out, you're betrayed because he didn't think the baby was his even though you haven't been with anyone else for the last seven years. Now, not only do you not want anything to do with him, but you might go back on the promise you made to yourself not to seek child support because you didn't tell him that you were off of birth control.

If you were the woman, what would you do in this situation?

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

100 Down

Today, April 10th, marks the 100th day of 2013. How is your year going so ar? Honestly, I am not whre I want to be, but I do see the potential for some of the things on my 2013 "to-do" list to be crossed off real soon. My financial goals are definitely going well as I am learning better ways to save and invest my money. Paying off my bills and arranging to break up with Sallie Mae by the end of 2015 (if any of you want to contribute to that cause, please let me know). Also working on myself. Did Dr. Ian's latest diet during Lent andlost 16 pounds. Those two successes overshadow any of the negative things that have happened. The next 100 days includes my 35th birthday. Although I am not looking forward to it (not the getting older part, but the celebrating part), I hope that by the next check in, I can write about some pleasant surprises I received. How is 2013 treating you so far?

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Play Ball!

Today was the Opening Day Parade for the Garden City (L.I.) North Little League. I have attended this parade for the last five years. It's always fun to see the bright smiling faces of the first time t-ballers and the kids stepping up to face live pitching for the first time. Little league is easily the purest level of baseball because these kids still play for the love of the game and don't care of the strike out 4 times or drop every fly ball hit to them. All they care about is wearing the uniform and subsequently getting it dirty, because a clean uniform belongs to a player who didn't play; or at least that is what I was taught growing up.

While watching the parade, I'm also reminded of one of many regrets I've had in my life. I never played Little League Baseball. Not because I didn't want to and not because I wasn't good. I was pretty darn good. A power hitting first baseman who studied the like of Gary Carter and Keith Hernandez growing up (was and still am a die-hard Mets fan). I played in school and in every pick up game I could find. I had a chance to play, but didn't take advantage of it. I was too scared and my mother was trying to teach me a lesson. I wanted to play on the church team and as soon as I became old enough to play I told my mother. She said she didn't have any problem with it and would speak to the coach. What I didn't know that all she was going to do was tell the coach that I wanted to ask him something. So when he approached me later on in the day I froze. I was young shy and taught not to talk to strangers. When he approached me I ran. What was even more interesting is the fact that I don't think I've ever seen him since. I guess he was working on the season. By the time the next season rolled around, my mother and I had moved to a new church, one that didn't have a team.

I continued to play pick up games and in school, but the next time I thought about trying out for an organized team was not until high school, and by then, it was way too late. I still play whenever I can get into a pick up game, but they seem to be harder to find in your 30's than they were when you were 10. My ultimate dream is to get into a softball league somewhere. THAT dream WILL come true.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

#Addicted

5 months ago, in spite of my previous decision not to, I joined Twitter. Since I just recorded my 1000th tweet earlier this week I guess you could say I'm hooked. Between the friends and fellow bloggers I follow and the few celebrities and random things I follow (most entertaining of these is @fact which just spits out random facts all day, catering to my love of useless facts) Twitter has proven to be more entertaining than I could have ever imagined. I'm glad I was talked into it, and hope I am still as involved a few months from now as I am today.