I've been filled with inexplicable anxiety since the start of the new year. My life is not exactly where I want it to be, but I'm not sure what to do to get there. Whatever that means. It's the journey, not the destination...right? Although my head keeps telling me I'm getting older and pretty . . .
Jessica Simpson is dating who? I don’t care.
I like to Google "dating" subjects. There are all kinds of crazy reality TV shows cropping up (Conveyor Belt of Love, anyone??---Season premiere Jan 4th after the Bachelor on ABC! 30 guys on a moving conveyor belt and five women choose who they want. Oh, and they can swap them out if the next guy . . .
Do you have age limits for dating?
I must admit, I've ignored matches from online dating sites if I thought the guys were too old. When I was in my twenties I had strict guidelines. If the guy was over 40 and had never been married, there must be a problem so they were out. If the guy was over 40 and divorced, he had baggage, so . . .
Ex-ing and Texting
I was cleaning out my closet today, and of course I found a dusty box of old letters from an ex. That's right. I'll say I'm old enough to have a boyfriend who sent me real, hand-written letters (post high school). This was before texting "what r u wearing?" was how a guy showed he loved you. And . . .
It’s Friday night and Halloween is coming…
I've always loved a good ghost story. When I was little, there was a tv show called "That's Incredible!", which mostly featured creepy, haunted places around the U.S...ghost effects added for entertainment value. I was about 6 at the time I watched it, so everything seemed so real. I grew up . . .
Packing
I spent this past weekend packing and moving out of my apartment. Each time I move, I swear to myself that I never want to do it again. I like new places, I just hate transitions. Going through things, deciding what to throw out, actually moving heavy boxes from my apartment to a truck. Most of . . .
