You have to understand that if you voted for Trump, you also voted for all of his ideas and morals and what have you. You voted to put all of that into office. You voted for that to govern our country.
Because life should be equal parts of getting shit done and not worrying about shit.
Can we all just agree that tomatoes are gross and we should stop putting them on everything?
Real women come in all shapes and sizes. And, unless you're plastic, you're a real woman.
I'd take her vapid, annoying, and sometimes stupid lyrics that don't make sense any day over a lot of other music out there.
$300 is more than my husband spend on his proposal to me. His proposal for marriage. MARRIAGE!
All the really cool things that married couples do that I, as a newlywed, do not do with my spouse. Except I actually do them all.
This isn’t a war of the skinny versus the fat or the plus sized versus the non plus sized. Rather, this is about body shaming. It’s everywhere and it attacks everyone no matter what size you are.
So I realized as I was writing this post that I can no longer call it S#@t My Fiance Says because, well, I no longer have a fiance. I have a husband now (eek!). That was probably poor planning on my part, but forgive me. Please?
Anyway, here's the latest edition of S#@t My
Fiance Husband Says. Because, oh the things my husband says.
Disclaimer: I'm fully aware that Mr. T and I look like children in this post. I guess that's what married people do. I am also aware that I'm posting about big bellies.
The other night Mr. T and I were brushing our teeth before bed. We often brush our teeth together. I'm not sure why, but it's always been our thing and I think there has only been a handful of times when we haven't done it. I guess that's why the whole his and her sinks thing is important (we don't have his and hers sinks. In NYC, you're lucky to even have a sink in your bathroom). So we were brushing and this conversation commenced.
I poked his belly a little.
Me: "Your belly is hard, why is that? I don't get it. My belly isn't hard. It jiggles."
Mr. T: "I don't know."
Me (as I hit his belly again): "See it's hard. There is no jiggling. Why is it like that? Look, my belly isn't hard, it jiggles. See, watch."
Mr. T (before I even attempt to start jiggling my belly, as if he is certain what's about to happen because he's already noticed it a million times): "I know."
Me: No actual comment, just a gasp and a look of shock.
Seriously, s#@t my husband says.
A couple of weeks ago, I saw a story on the news about how this couple had vowed to have sex with each every night for a month. I guess it started because they noticed one day that they hadn't touched each other in over a week. So in an effort to bring back the intimacy, they chose to make sexy time a daily routine.
Now, part of me thought "good for them!". I mean, if you realize there is an issue in your relationship, you should always try to work at it. And, yeah, sex every single night. That's a feat so I give you props and kudos and all of those awesome congratulatory words. But the other part of me doesn't understand how exactly this solves the problem.
Don't get me wrong (and hear me out). Sex is important. Very important. I think unless you have some kind of extraordinary circumstances you should be doing the deed sometimes. So I'm not trying to deny that. I just don’t think sex is the only thing that's important when it comes to intimacy. And that's part of the problem here.
I also think it's unrealistic to have sex with your significant other every night. Sorry, but I do. Sometimes one of you (or both of you) are too tired or just don't feel like it. Sometimes you have a deadline or get home late or want to be an old person and go to sleep at 10pm. It's not really that big of a deal and it doesn't say anything about your relationship or how much you're attracted to each other. It's just real life. Relationships are real life.
And, I also think it's a problem if you are forcing yourself to have sex when you don't want to. I don't care what the issue is. That just isn't right and I don’t see how that's healthy or how it makes anything better. Seriously. If you're treating sex like a chore, how in the world is that helping you to be more intimate with your significant other? Pretty sure that just means you’re having sex more.
Which is kind of a big thing here -- the way we're defining and expressing intimacy. You can't do that just through sex. There are so many other ways to do it. Some of them don't even include touching. Kissing, showering together, holding hands, deep conversations. Those are all ways you can be intimate with your significant other.
But, with all of that said, I know that intimacy can be an issue. It's easy to get stuck in a rut and have it escape. It's so easy to get all wrapped up in the daily routine (and monotony of everything). Jobs, kids, being comfortable, everyday life -- you name it.
And if it is an issue, you need to fix it (if it can be fixed). But that doesn't have to automatically translate into having sex every night. Instead, try to make sure you're being intimate in some way each day. Kiss each other in the morning. Cuddle for a bit before bed. Hold hands at the grocery store. Give each other a little smack on the ass here and there. Do whatever suits your fancy.
Obviously you shouldn't do stuff like that instead of or to replace having sex. Rather, it's stuff to do along with the sex stuff so you're not going several days without even touching each other or feeling the lack of intimacy.
Call me crazy, but I think that's way more realistic and will solve your problem for the long term (rather than just 30 days). It also brings back the fun and flirtiness in your relationship (and that can lead to a little more sexy time too).
The nail salon is a place of peace and quiet. Comfort. Relaxation. So people who talk loudly in the nail salon are just plain awful. And I really love how You Tube decided to capture me this time. I look so angry and forceful. As if I'm saying "people of the world, you will not talk loudly in the nail salon anymore!".
A while back, Mr. T went to get some lunch for us from Subway. This would be the day after we fought about what to have for lunch (yeah, apparently what's what we do now). I wrote exactly what I wanted on a piece of paper.
If you don't know the scoop, OkCupid recently revealed that they experiment on humans. And not in some weird scientific kind of way, but just through the website. You know, to see how people think and date and stuff.
And now a lot of people are outraged and have their undies in a bundle. But, my question is, what's the harm? I mean, really. What is the harm? How is this different from any other site that does it?
Ok. I can kind of understand it. I mean, taking your information and manipulating it in ways that you don't know about is kind of wrong. And lying to you about matches or hiding things is probably kind of wrong too.
But I honestly don't see what the big deal is.
I guess if you take their matching percentages for their worth it might be a little misleading. But, honestly, I was never compatible in person with any of the people I had high percentages with. In fact, Mr. T and I weren't that high. I was actually lower on the scale than any other girl he met off the site.
We really like those people just because we're told we're supposed to (as OkCupid pointed out as one of their reasons for experimenting in the first place). Sometimes stepping out of your comfort zone isn't a bad thing. And, to me, this experimentation just helped people out a little with that.
Also, did I miss where they only allowed you to date the people they lied about? I mean, you're able to search on OkCupid in many ways, right? That's actually how Mr. T found me -- he searched beer. You really shouldn't be basing all of your online dating decisions solely on the percentages anyway.
You also make a choice in who you meet. So if you exchange a few messages with someone and they don't suit your fancy, you don't have to meet them.
So, maybe it's a little sneaky. Maybe a little conniving. Maybe a little wrong. But I don't think it's earth shattering. I don't think it's a reason to not trust the site or to not join it.
I will openly admit/confess that this one might be a little ranty, but I can't help it. People who care so much about what other people see on Facebook, Twitter, etc. really get on my last nerve. Note: I am not referring to safety or career concerns. Though I still say, if you don't want people to see it, don't post it. Enough with my babbling. Check out the video. (also, sorry about my scary face. Why does You Tube always pick the worst clips?!)
Bridesmaids showing off their butts. Is this really a thing? Please say it isn't so.
I get tired of people talking about settling. I'll go into that in greater detail, but seriously, it's old. The cold hard truth is life (and love) is not a rom com. It's real. You're going to hate stuff about your partner.
A ring so your man can't cheat? I can't even.