Why does it seem like spending a Saturday night alone is a fate worse than death? You'd think a woman in her thirties who owns her own car, house and dog would'nt still feel like a dorky high school nerd who would rather die that admit she does'nt have a date. In fact, about an hour ago I order pizza and I was embarrassed to answer the door when ( Read more... )

Tonight on the eve of the eve of the eve before the New Year (did you follow that) I am once again reminded of a favorite quote by the profound sage Groucho Marx. Marx once said "I don't want to belong to any club that will accept me as a member." This, my dear friends, is my dating credo. I hear that I am not the only one who has adopted this ( Read more... )

I've been thinking about this whole dating thing, and how one should go about finding an ideal candidate for "dating" these days. These are the times when I think it would have been much easier dating in the 1800s. Who do you marry, the only eligible bachelor within carriage distance who would be capable of supporting me and our 6 children. In ( Read more... )

Okay, in light of my last entry it's time to have a breakthrough in journaling...

Ummm, I cannot spell, nope, without spell check I am completely lost. Oh, and my punctuation is occasionally spotty...<----I also really really really like these little dot dot dot thingys ( Read more... )

I was having lunch with a colleague of mine today and we started to talk about our various artistic pursuits. She’s an art instructor, so I figured, this is probably a woman who knows a bit about the process of creating a “masterpiece.” She says she hates this word…”It’s just too much pressure! If I thought every project had to be a masterpiece ( Read more... )

"You're too needy, you're too clingy...why do you need to be told that I care about you ALL THE TIME." Do these word sound familiar to you? Undoubtedly if you're a woman you've heard these lines uttered by a boyfriend or two. But wait, maybe I'm wrong, maybe it's just me...hmmm, maybe I'm broken ( Read more... )

You know how it is when you have to make a decision about something and it's tugging at you from both directions. You just can't keep it out of your mind and you think you've examined it from ever single, tiny little angle. Still the question looms there, like a gnat that's buzzing in your ear. So here's the million dollar question that I, like ( Read more... )

As pitiful as it sounds we've all done it. All of us have, at one time or another, resorted to the "boyfriend recycling" method. What sparks this desperate attempt to create an instant relationship? Perhaps it's a dating slump or maybe a bad breakup and suddenly your mind starts thumbing through the Rolodex of boyfriends past. Jeff....no he's ( Read more... )

I know that all the little children in heaven are gathered around a new arrival today, listening to one more story, surrounded by the love and kindness of a very special man. God bless you Mr. Rogers. You were an icon of a simpler time in life and we loved you very very much.

Yes, it happens, the beautiful glow of love looses it's shine. What's next? Well, being the grown-ups that you are, you agree to end this dysfunctional romantic attachment and "remain friends." You think, hey this isn't an ending, it's a new beginning. Maybe, if we don't label this a "relationship" it will magically transform into the kind of ( Read more... )