1. I have been proposed to 6x.
Every serious relationship I’ve ever had, came with a marriage proposal at some point. I’ve accepted a ring 4 times. But it’s not as bad as it sounds, I promise.
Proposal 1-When I was 16 my boyfriend (Jason) proposed, I said no. Proposal 2- Next boyfriend (Darryl) proposed to me at 17 after his graduation from Basic Training, I said yes but we agreed that this was more of a promise ring situation. My father hated this because it was an interracial relationship. Was both really struggled with being so far away from each other and I broke it off, broke his heart. Proposal 3- At 18, my boyfriend (James) proposed with a beautiful ring that I thought meant he was serious, I said yes. Only to have him decide after I bought my dress (a year later) that he wasn’t ready. Proposal 4- Darryl again. I was with James at the time and he knew about it, but it didn’t stop him from getting down on one knee, holding a black box in his hand that I never opened. This is one of those pivotal points in my life where things could’ve turned out MUCH differently had I ditched James (should have) and accepted. Proposal 5- My
husband. It was the worst proposal ever, (it involved a can of tennis balls) but I accepted. This ring was tossed out of my car window somehow, during one of our MANY breakups. He proposed again, with another ring, I accepted. That one went into a garbage disposal about a week before we got married. Maybe somebody was trying to tell me something.
2. I can count my sexual partners on one hand.
Only 4. I was never the kind of person who could just “do it”. I always felt like I had to have some sort of connection with that person. And with everyone of them….there was a waiting period of at least a month. Even with my husband, which some might find shocking, cause he’s like a sex fiend. They were all relationships that lasted over two years as well. And I guess, I’m da bomb because of the men I slept with … all of them proposed. HAHAHAHA!
3. I had a physical fight with my husband’s ex wife.
Not my proudest moment, but it is true and it was a long time coming when it happened. My
husband‘s family actually applauded me for this one. I didn’t not like the ex-wife because she was his ex-wife. This bitch (woman can not be used here) is CRAZY! Really. I’m not just saying that, she really does have a few screws loose and she had it coming. I can’t go into all the details but to make a long story short, when she lost custody of Pickle and in turn lost her child support money, and couldn’t hold him over our head anymore, she had no use for him anymore. She never called, took her visitations sporadically, would cause problems before or after her visitations that made it harder on Pickle. It pissed me off. There was a huge build up to this altercation. I’d held quite a bit back for his sake. After one particular visit, she brought Pickle home 3 hours early, without calling or nothing. I was getting ready to go have dinner with my friend, Crazie, when I passed her going towards our house. This is a trick she used to like to do. She would show up early to drop him off or up and would then go to the police station to say she couldn’t find us. We turn around and go back to the house. I walk up to her car, open the door, get Pickle out, put him in my friend’s car, shut the door and am getting ready to leave when she throws her car in reverse and starts screaming and cursing at me, “Fuckin’ BITCH! YOU CHILD STEALER! I’ll KILL YOU!” so finally I yelled back., “Honey, no one had to steal your child, you game him up to avoid that psych evaluation REMEMBER?!” True, but it lead to her getting out her car and right in my face. She was screaming and yelling and all I kept saying was “Get out of my face and don’t touch me.” If you know me, you can imagine how hard it was for me to stand and take this. Being a smart ass, she took one finger and touched me on the shoulder, and that was it. I shoved her back on her ass so hard that she hit her head on the pavement. She got up throwing her arms around, trying to swing at me, grabbed my shirt and pulled it half off (yes, it was like Jerry Springer) I landed a punch just before Crazie got out of the car, grabbed my hands and pushed me back. The ex went to hit her and Crazie said, “Uh, no bitch …you don’t want to do that.” Being that Crazie was in the Navy and is 6ft tall, it was a smart decision for her to get back in her car and leave. I have never been so enraged in all my life. I already despised her for everything she put Pickle through and when she was in my face, I was just envisioning myself bashing her head in. Crazie swears to this day that she thought I was, and looked like I was, going to kill her. I don’t think it would’ve gone that far, but I wanted to. The funny thing about all of this is that Crazie had just had surgery and had this big brace on her knee, so she had to limp very fast to get between us. Guess you had to be there, but it still cracks us up to talk about it.
4. I had plastic surgery.
I had a breast REDUCTION in 2004. Best thing I ever did.
5. I’ve played the piano at the White House.
My Dad was in the Army and worked for the White House Communications Agency so I’ve been in the White House quite a bit for special events and Take Your Daughter to work day was always very cool, but once while we were there my parents were taking my picture in front of Ladybird Johnson’s piano someone approached and started talking so I turned around and played chopsticks. My parents were horrified as your not supposed to actually play it, but it makes for a good story.