In college it was Icehouse. When I was 25 it was Bud Light. Now, my favorite beer is Blue Moon by Coors. Maybe its because it’s brewed just up the road from my house. Maybe its because it has a high calorie count. Or, maybe, its because of its wonderful, sweet goodness and its beautiful cloudy glow.
It could even be because it is considered a Belgian-White Ale reminding me of my heritage. But really, I think it’s because its truly so refreshing and satisfying. The corriander, orange, and exceptional hops leave me saying: Ahhhhhh, and really meaning it.
I’m browsing the blogosphere today looking for ideas and new friends when I found a contest at Just Not Martha titled “Pamper Me” and I got to thinking…
I’m so darn lucky that all my money and time goes to me. I better enjoy this before I’m up to my eyeballs in diapers and boogers. (I’m not saying that’s even remotely close in my future, but it will happen one day.)
Just in the last few days I’ve pampered myself in outstanding ways. Yesterday I slept in until 11:30 am. I had a pedicure on Friday. Today I spent over $2oo on a personal trainer and next weekend I’ll be in the beautiful Wisconsin Dells with my best girlfriends. We’ll be� day-drinking, tanning, and eating good food. How pampered am I?
Thanks to another DatingTales contest participant, The World According to Tracy Jane. Thanks for the link and sorry for the delay in my post.
Hate is a strong word. But when being dumped it feels like he hates me. And frankly, after the dumping is finished, I often hate him. I’ve been broken up with more times than I’d like to remember and each break-up was heart-wrenching and traumatizing. The good news is that each time I learned more about myself and more importantly I now have a lot of material to write about.
I spent some time today thinking back on every break-up since I was five-years-old and decided to blog their reasons for leaving me. It feels like therapy. You should do it too.
You broke all the green crayons.
I’m afraid of the dark.
I don’t want to go to homecoming with you.
Because Josh is my friend.
I met someone else.
No reason. Just cuz.
You wouldn’t sleep with me.
Did I ever tell you about my ex-girlfriend? No? Well, we’re getting back together.
You don’t do coke.
You wouldn’t come back to Cinque Terre.
I met someone else.
You’re dead inside.
You don’t do stuff.
My personal favorite: Because You’re Going to Hell.
My wife found out and we’ve decided to try and work it out.
Maybe you’re a slut.
I met someone else.
You got mad when I forgot your birthday.
This morning my boyfriend asked me how much I loved him. I responded with “lots.” Because I do. I love him lots. Apparently this wasn’t enough so he asked for an analogy on how much I loved him.
Fast forward about six hours.
I’ve had two cups of coffee, three glasses of water, some orange juice and had been sitting at my computer for an unknown period of time. My legs shook uncontrollably because of my strong urge to pee. Once I tired of the shakes I got up to use the bathroom, but there was an obstacle. I couldn’t untie the string of my capri pants.
I struggled for several minutes all the while dancing around the bathroom trying to untie the knot. Afraid of an accident, I found Jason in his office.
“Can you help me untie this? I really have to pee.”
He laughed loudly. Then he reached for the camera.
I scurried back to the bathroom and locked the door. After another minute or so (felt like hours) my pants were undone and I was gleefully singing while I peed, no thanks to him.
So Jason, about that analogy. Here it is: I love you so much that I will untie your pants for you when you need to pee and I won’t even ask about the wet spot on your leg.
How’s that for romance?
