Noetic Ghetto

Thoughts, insecurities, confidence, what we tell ourselves, is powerful. It's hard to be available in a relationship while living within an inward ghetto... And of all the things I've learned, I know I like oranges.

Marriage-the way it isn't

Marriage has got it's fair share of

blackmailers,

atheists,

and activists...

exposed.

marriage.

unedited.

Keep The World Dating Night!

 It's tonight:)

Pick Me Up at 8 is proud to announce it's first ever Keep the World Dating Night! Join Pick Me Up at 8's passion for commited relationships and go on a date on October 15th, 2011. It doesn't have to be fancy, it doesn't have to be expensive. Grab your love and explore anything...!

Empty wallets and familiar closets

Empty wallets and familiar closets

I've been dating the same man for almost 8 years. We love dates: going out, exploring the town, traveling around, mingling over a drink, hitting up a live gig,finding a laugh, trying something new, catching a rarity. But we can't do that most days outside our home because we have 3 children, and all the babysitters in town are victims of the cell-phone age and social outings.

Be that as it is...

CONVERSATIONS..........

CONVERSATIONS

6:30 am, for me, usually arrives in an obnoxious manner. Most mornings I catch myself being awakened to some commercially overplayed radio tune. For the record - the snooze button doesn't have any of my fingerprints on it.  So if faced with actually proving in court that I own my alarm clock, I'm pretty sure I'll need the best lawyer around - hands down, the Lincoln Lawyer.

Emotions and Bras

                            Emotions and Bras

I've always been a sucker for great bras. Bras in any color, bras in several colors, bras in materials I swear only queens use.....

Espresso!

                            Espresso
    
Sometimes its great like espresso, other times it's like we're my favorite dress, two sizes too small. (I never blame myself.... it has to be the dress!).......yessss... him and I, we seem so extreme.  One day we're believers, the next day incapable of imagining forever.

Want me on a Wednesday!

It's Wednesday night, and he just came home from work. Usually, (well a year ago), I would of ran and kissed him, but now it's "oh hey" that comes out, and even that has become banal and predictable. Discontent, lonely-maybe..., or perhaps it's just the worn out rut I'm in. I feel so up to my neck in comfortableness, and it's turning me into a pathetic victim of chick flicks and fantasy moments.