From Time To Time...

I find myself watching an increasing amount of a show on TLC. It's called Say Yes To The Dress. It's like catnip for women. Every time I watch it I get a little more crazy (see CassandraCardenes.Blogspot.com for information about crazy women). I begin to plan every detail of my dream wedding. I cannot stop, and I am very scared. That being said, I just discovered my dream Honeymoon location. I would like to share it with you.

A Gorgeous night shot

And in the day, still magnificent.

First Experiences

Just read this great article on PsychologyToday.com. It's about how first experiences can shape how we develop emotionally and behaviorally in the future. I stayed up a couple hours later than I should have last night because I had a memory that i had to write down and get out of my head before I could fall asleep. That memory was coincidentally about a crucial first experience. This article reminded me of it and showed me a new outlook on what I wrote. I'm not going to post it up here, sorry, because it's a personal writing. But i highly suggest you read the article. It's a bit long, I will admit, but at the end there is a bit called "Getting Past The Past" that i found very useful, as I have a great difficulty doing such. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

IRD

I have a disorder. The medical community doesn’t recognize it yet, but it’s only a matter of time. It’s an epidemic really. Spreading like fire across the plains of women nationwide. It’s called Insatiable Romantic’s Disorder or IRD for short. I am plagued by it everyday. This disorder is especially cruel because it affects the sufferer and loved ones near the victim.

            No matter how hard a boyfriend, husband, or admirer tries, a woman with IRD will never be satisfied. The boyfriend could surprise the girlfriend at work, whisk her away with a picnic lunch, and eat together in the park. A regular woman would swoon at this lavish gesture. But a woman who suffers from IRD wouldn’t even notice. She would be too concerned with why he doesn’t do this sort of thing more often. Never mind that he also has a job and their schedules rarely intersect; her thirst for romance cannot be met. He can’t even make time in his everyday to pack a healthy balanced lunch for two, drive sixteen miles across town during his half hour lunch break, and have a meal with his alleged “one and only”? They might as well not even be together if he can’t find time to be with her. A husband can rollover in the morning, fresh from waking, and whisper in his darling’s ear “This is my favorite time of day. I feel like I’m still dreaming, being next to you every morning. You make my day, everyday. I love you” HE EVEN ADDED “EVERDAY”!!! What more could you ask for? Nothing, right? Wrong! Why isn’t every time you are with him his favorite time of day? Why would he compare you to a dream, because he won’t remember you in a couple of hours? Jerk!

            If the reactions in the previous situations sound reasonable in anyway, you may be have Insatiable Romantic’s Disorder. If you hear a love song on the radio and think to yourself “Bill would never write something like this for me. His song didn’t even have a catchy chorus. Shmuck…” you may have IRD. Do not panic. You are not alone, and there is a treatment.

            People with IRD should avoid watching all Julia Roberts movies (no matter how tempting they may be). They should not expose themselves to the unattainable “Prince Charming” ideal. He is not real. There is no one who is always going to able to fulfill your every desire, all the time. Get it out of your head. If you don’t, you will just be disappointed.* Take your man for what and who he is. Accept him. Appreciate the little things he does for you like clean up the mess in the living room that he made so that you don’t have to, call you when he goes grocery shopping to see if you need anything, or take the kids to school so you can sleep in an extra hour. It may not seem like a lot, but he is going out of his way so that you can have the better half of the bargain. To men, this feels like a huge effort and when it goes unnoticed, it can be quite a let down. Thank him for having you in mind. Thank yourself for being reasonable and accepting. And thank me, because I like praise.

* This remark is not to be taken as advice to settle. Do not be with someone just to avoid being alone. It’s not fair to your partner or to you. You deserve to be with someone who makes you happy, and who you want to make happy. If that is not your situation, then you need to move on until you find it. He’s not for you.

I could not wait to get home from work today. The feeling is not new, no, far from it. I cannot wait to get home from work everyday. But today was special. This morning, before I left for work, I kissed my sleeping boyfriend goodbye. This is routine for me. But today, he stirred as I bent down over the bed. I told him I was leaving and kissed his cheek goodbye. As I backed up to leave, I heard his tender voice "wait, one more". I kissed him again. "One more please" he lulled. I kissed him yet again and backed away. "Wait, just one more" I giggled a bit and kissed him one last time, but on the lips.

I spent my short shift (only 4 hours) daydreaming about the wonderful man I have at home. He's the kind of man that buys you a flower named Emily. He's the kind of man that will let you warm your feet under him when they are cold. He is the kind of man that will call said feet "foofs" or "foofers" or "foofies" just because you do. He's the kind of man a girl can fall in love with. He's the man this girl fell in love with. Oh I've had crushes before, and admittedly, I've thought I was in love. But no, nothing compares to this feeling. The feeling of wanting what's best for another person instead of yourself. The feeling of butterflies every time they look at you or speak your name. Being able to overlook their flaws, and even embrace them and grow to love them. This was a new feeling, and one that I do not want to give up.

But I digress.

I could not wait to get home from work today. So when the clock struck 10, I was gone. I rushed home with domestically romantic fantasies flashing in my head. "Maybe he did the dishes. Maybe he cleaned the living room. Maybe he was still in bed, waiting to cuddle." My mind raced. I opened the door and saw him sitting on the couch. I shouted "Hi Stephen!" with a bit too much enthusiasm, I'll admit. It took me a second to register his expression. It was one of pure shock with a hint of... what is that? Ah yes, it's the undeniable look of guilt. The look you have when you have been doing something wrong and have just been discovered. But why? My ideal man can do no wrong. I look around the room to see what could cause such an expression. Then I see it. Right in front of me. It was there the whole time. I am slammed with a mixture of emotions. Pain. Betrayal. Sadness. Deceit. Disgust? A hint of jealousy? Both yes.

My world is spinning. I don't know what to do. I look back at my beloved Stephen and just ask "how could you?” Before he responds, I hurry to the bedroom and remove my uniform. I get ready for the shower that I was going to ask him to join. Now, I will be taking it alone. I grab my towel and rush with my head down to the bathroom. I can't even look at him right now. As I am turning on the water-extra hot, just how he hates it- I hear him call from the other room "you weren't supposed to walk in on me like this!"

I don't reply. I can't reply. My thoughts are going too fast. How could he do this to me? I wasn't supposed to walk in on him? What’s that supposed to mean? That if I didn’t catch him, he would have lied and pretended nothing happened? That's WAY worse! How dare he do this? How could he do this? How could he watch New Moon without me?

I got in the shower, and tried to wash away the pain. To no avail.

An Introduction and Explanation

So, I am very close with my cousin Cassandra. She has been nagging me for weeks to create a blog so I can share my writings, jokes, whatever. Here it is. I hope you enjoy it. And I hope I enjoy writing it.

Let me tell you a little about myself. Hopefully this won't get too boring.
My name is Elizabeth. I work the early morning shift at my local grocery store, so I have a lot of time during the day to do nothing. I used to write all the time, but that has stopped recently because of a lack of inspiration and motivation. I moved in to my first home with my boyfriend, Stephen, a few months ago. I will probably have a lot of posts relating to him, my job, and erotic fiction. Maybe not so much of that last one. But then again...