Anything new causes some sort of ‘adjustment’ period, whether it’s a new pair of jeans, a career or even a vehicle… there’s a period in which you are learning. For instance a new pair of jeans can be a rewarding or horrific experience, depending on the size. It’s not necessarily…
I really enjoy writing this blog, I do. I have made some wonderful friends, opened myself up to whoever may come across and in truth have learned a great deal about who I am; however, I have no desire to write much about Mr. Cute here. I am finding myself…
I’ve thought a lot about 3 little words and the huge expectation that typically follows. I have said I love you to many people… My Parents, My Son, My Best Friend and never once do I wait and/or tap my finger for a reply. I already know that they love…
I have been keeping things a little on the hush-hush side about someone quite delightful…. as I’ve stated before this blog originated as an avenue where I could express myself… share what I choose and in some cases write for future review. Perhaps I’ve kept this person quiet simply because…
We Need To Talk… These 4 words strung together are typically indicative of the beginning of a drama-fest; however, to me, they are a statement… one that upholds my self-theory that women need to talk more than men. Every once in a while a poem comes to me.. although the…
I have been known to use the phrase; people may not remember what you say, but, they remember how you make them feel… I really believe this! As I think about this it forces me to think about how we say things… and to get even more in-depth… how what…
In a recent discussion with a friend we got on the subject of Brownies & Nuts. I happen to be a major fan of nuts in brownies; however, him, not-so-much. In fact he went onto say, that if we were to get together.. he knew that he could kiss brownies…
I attended a bar the other night.. watched several young ladies flaunt all that they had in sequined dresses that were way out-of-place for the peanut shell floor; however, each generation has their own mating call. I watched as they tripped over one another and made attempts of boot-stomping dances…
In a post not too long ago I wrote about saying “I love you” and how often when it is said there’s an underlying expectation it would be reciprocated. I’ve never believed in loving with conditions and when I had that sort of expectation, in truth, I’ve come to realize…