Lessons Learned

What’s the point of making New Years Resolutions? I’d rather reflect on the shit I actually accomplished in the last year.

With more hits in a week than the first three years I blogged, combined… now seems like as good a time as any. So we’re two weeks into 2011, I sort of move on my own time frame.

I grew an acre of vegetables in my ridiculously large garden, in spite of the Dirty Boat Stealing asshole telling me I couldn’t do it without him. There’s nothing like raw hate and sheer stubbornness to motivate a girl right into vegetable hoarding.

I learned how to let go, how to love someone without expectations and how to face disappointment with a smile. Ok maybe not a smile

I learned to say no…. and mean it. I retired my job as a doormat.

I earned my fins… and learned to be quite the Shark, myself.

I got my first tattoo… and my second…. and my third. Each one more significant than the last. Always spontaneously and they’ve already taught me to embrace what I love. I realized the value of Kanji first hand last week when a lady was glaring at my tattoo and finally asked what it meant. Being that I didn’t want to go into my whole Shark FAQ… I told her it meant something else. Three cheers for Japanese.

I learned to buy condoms…. and admitted to hating silent sex.

I held my ground… or didn’t… that night is still fuzzy. Here’s hoping, how’s that?

I sharpened my claws and learned to truly enjoy being a bit of a cougar.

I realized how much sexier men are when they’re over 30. If he could say yes, he’d be perfect.

I reminded myself to focus on what’s truly important. I learned to embrace my scandal.

I’ve been peed on… and…. well… whoa.

I continue to love a good tease. Regardless of how frustrated it makes me.

I tortured a nice boyfriend… and outed him on my blog…  I learned that sometimes an apology is all you can give when you’ve been an asshole.

I had the best birthday ever, with a healing intact family, and an adorable boy who danced my feet off.

I accepted what I couldn’t change, and moved the hell on. I put my fine ass on the internet. Thankyouverymuch.

I ran over the dog. FML. Poor Emma…

I had to make a list of the men in my life… and should update it…

I learned to embrace my dress & heels habit… and use it to my advantage.

I avoided making the biggest mistake of my life… and was reintroduced to my sexuality by a divine man in a suit. God bless Armani.

and I fell in love… and it didn’t end well…

Live & Learn


4 thoughts on “Lessons Learned

  1. A.

    Oh sweet Vixy- I’m happy you’re back. Your blog was fucking boring while you were worried about what people were thinking about you. Put your boobs out there and show those bitches how it’s done.

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