Hissy Pissy Fissy

I'm just being a great friend today. And yet I'm feeling like there are some people who get me, and most people who don't. Hence the title of this post - I'm getting a little annoyed and it's not good for my karma today. Just yesterday I was euphoric, at the zenith of this wave of financial goodness, and today i'm feeling quite blah.

All this said and done i have two conclusions i've drawn.

1) Some friends will try to make you feel tiny when they stand so tall
2) Some other friends will make you see the truth without words.

I'm going out to get some lunch and enjoy the tulips in the 9/11 memorial. see ya'll laters.

Biggest Payoff!

Five years ago, in my early twenties, I decided to purchase a jetski. A brand spanking new Yamaha jetski three seater much like this one below:

I took out a massive loan, and then found myself paying back that loan with retarded interest rates and barely making a dent on the premium of the loan. So I said fuck it, screw the system, I won't pay it. Typical twenty something financial ostrich.

I finally came to an agreement not too long ago with the company that now owns this loan and have been paying this back as quickly as possible since 2010 started. And now, with the final check, I am free. I have written the largest check in my life, and boy does it feel good.

I no longer have the words "i am in debt" scribed to the sign hanging above my head.

I can plan a vacation without thinking there is someplace else my money should go.

And the best part is, now that I've learned how to set aside money every month to paying this loan off, I can similarly save that same amount and put it towards investments. Google stock, anyone?

One step closer...to my sunrise...:)

Will You Still Love Me...Tomorrow?

I sent Adam off to an extended vacation with his daddy yesterday.

I'll be patient and see how this goes.

My wish is Adam will not despair and knows that his Mommy loves him so very much while he is gone.

I give it one month tops until Adam returns to me.

Music that reminds me of...

This weekend my friend Rohin and I went through youtube and cobbled together a list of songs that remind us of high school and college. In no particular order, here's the list:

Renegade, Eminem
In Da Club, 50 cent
One Minute Man, Missy Elliot
I Just Wanna Love You, Jay Z

Nicotine Detox : Week 3

How did these weeks fly by? Every day felt like a milestone but now that I'm about to hit Week 4, I feel myself slipping back into relapse.

Rain hides these tiny tears

I can't get past the pain today.

Doing the right thing and doing what feels right are two totally separate playing fields.

Cindy's a free woman, what's her to do list?

As I write this, I am putting together a list of most of the things that I can accomplish without Adam by my side. Some of the things will require time and effort, some things are easy. Here goes.

1. Going to sleep whenever I want
2. Waking up whenever I want
3. Driving to work without making detours
4. Dressing only myself in the morning
5. Saving $756 on daycare every month
6. Put away $25K in savings
7. Eating a full meal without feeding someone else
8. watching a full tv show without interruption
9. Taking a shower without someone opening the door
10. Studying and taking the GRE or GMAT
11. Getting a masters (in what, i don't know yet)

Tuesday, 3/9
So reading this list the day after writing it is interesting. I am putting mostly day to day activities on here. And in here lies the rub. I should morph my outlook into a more long reaching one, and discontinue being very short sighted and impatient.

I had a heart to heart with my mom yesterday about how I felt about sending Adam to his dad's. I chose this route, and I should deal maturely with the consequences. I will have to eventually share Adam with his other parent, and while his daddy takes responsibility I can regain my life, as I wanted to do when I first chose to start this journey. And as a parent we love our children this is our life. But I should not let my parental selfishness bar Adam from enjoying time with his other parent. His daddy apparently makes him happy too and who am I to try and take that away from Adam?

Last night Adam slept without socks on. Throughout the night I would find his two feet wedged in my pillow, or between my knees, or under my arm. And here in lies my solace. No matter where he is, what he's doing, whether he's sleeping or awake, his toes will find their way back to me.

I can't hope that this is the right choice. I can only KNOW so, and wait and see what happens.