Swingers

I recently met a couple that... No, wait, I know a couple and I recently found out that they are "swingers". I mean they said they weren't "real" swingers, but I'm not sure what the difference between real and fake is. From what they told me, I would say they were swingers. But then, what do I really know about swingers?
I looked up the definition on merriam webster and definition b is " one who engages freely in sex", but that's not what i'm really talking about. Then I went to good ol' urban dictionary. The first definition was about the same 1. a person who dates/sleeps with multiple people at the same time.
But the second definition was more of what I was associating with the word:
2. A married person who enjoys swapping spouses with another married couple.
When the girl told me that she liked girls, the first thing I was worried about was that she didn't love her man. She quickly clarified that she loved him, but in addition she likes girls. And he enjoyed her "being" with women. Now two guys watching their wives/girlfriends making out or having sex doesn't mean they are swingers, does it? I don't know. But that's not all they do. I mean I don't know the whole story because I was walking around talking to my other friends. Meanwhile, my fiance got an earful from each of them.
I think my fiance who likes them both very much (platonically), thinks they have plans for us to join. Thinks that maybe next time we hang out, they might try to convince us or something. It kind of makes me laugh because in my mind it's a TV/movie situation, something that wouldn't happen in real life. I guess it does happen.
Do you know any swingers, real or fake?

Eyelashes

This morning when I woke up both of my eyes were bothering me. When I went to the mirror I saw that I had an eyelash in each eye. Then later on in the day I had another eyelash in my eye. I have never heard that our eyelashes growing longer - which is why we have mascara and other makeup, but if they fall out then what happens? Do our eyelashes ever grow back?

Curiosity... killed the cat

This saying curiosity killed the cat... well I was thinking about it today and how it doesn't really make much sense. Phrases usually come from stories (i.e. "remember the boy who cried wolf...", "don't count your chickens before they hatch") or they just naturally make some sort of sense (i.e. "you can't teach an old dog new tricks", "look before you leap", )... but where did "curiosity killed the cat" come from?

I don't think anybody really knows, even people who use it all the time. I did a search on google and found that some sources say it was originally "care killed the cat" but many have their own [differing] conclusions on how it was derived and what it means. Curiosity is such an odd thing in the first place. On one hand it can be considered nosy, on the other it can be considered intellect. When you're very young and curious, it's very annoying. "Why? why?" "You shouldn't ask so many questions." When you get a bit older you should be curious and question everything you learn, but in general as you get much older, you should not be too curious with things that don't concern you.

I am not a very curious person. On the other hand my fiance always needs to know... EVERYTHING. Granted if there is a post-it note out on the entrance door of the building anyone can see it and read it, but if it's not addressed to you, do you seriously take the time out to read it? I for one could care less, but he has to read it. But I mean if the note is there 5 days in row, then 5 days in a row as we're going into the building, he's going to read it. It still says the same thing! It's such a weird concept. I have no interest in it whatsoever, whether it's the 1st day, or the 5th day.

A little while back, we were walking to my cousin's apartment. She lives in a completely different building, in a completely different state. There's a package sitting in the hallway and my fiance still feels the need to look at who it's addressed to. As if he knows anyone else in the building or as if it makes any bit of difference! I tell him, "Baby, I don't think it's going to be for you"... But he just has to check to make sure, maybe for his own peace of mind? Meanwhile I'm waiting and I have to hold the "door open" button on the elevator just so he can read the meaningless name. Then my cousin says to me"I always have to look too..." Sigh. I don't think I'll ever understand.

Curiosity is a curious thing.

Falling in Love

I recently saw the movie "Garden State". I thought it was supposed to be a comedy of some sort and I heard some pretty good reviews, but it wasn't good at all. Here's the synopsis: the guy (from the show Scrubs) lives in CA and goes back home to NJ to be at the funeral of his mother, finally gets off all the medication that his father, the psychiatrist, had put him on since the age of 10 and then he meets an annoying Natalie Portman at a neurologist's office and after four days, they're at the airport and saying their goodbyes.

My fiance says "Don't GO!!" to the TV... to the Scrubs guy. Okay I'll admit it was a little sad at this point but only because the girl (Portman) in the movie was crying. Of course I'm going to feel bad for someone if they're crying, but I'm still thinking "GO MAN!! Get outta there, get on with your life!"

Well the Scrubs guy ends up walking away and then turning back around to find her and say that he was going to try to make things work. What crap. And he finds her in a phone booth. How would he know to find her in a phone booth at Newark airport in the first place!? And he tells her that he's in love. That's complete BS if I've ever heard it. They don't even know each other, they've known each other for less than a week and he's probably going to change his mind in a couple of days anyway. Don't you think?

My fiance says "Hey, it can happen that quickly..." Okay, maybe it can, but it's rare. And people seem to use the phrase all the time. In movies - fine, because they're fake. But in real life?! C'mon now!! How many times have you heard the phrase? How many times have you said it?

How many people really fall in love? And how many people just say they've fallen in love? And of these people how many turn around and then "fall in love" with the next person... and then the next? Again... and again... and again.
Unbelieveable!

Bridal Shower Themes

I know this is a topic that immediately turns people off. I mean weddings in general. If I wasn't getting married and I saw the title then I'd probably either skip the post or just never go to this site again! But this is what my life has come to...
Of course for bridal showers there is the standard lingerie theme. But that doesn't work with too many moms. Or maybe it does these days, but personally I guess I'd feel uncomfortable. I've been trying to think of some themes and well I found some ideas on the web, so I wrote them down with some minor modifications:

• Recipe Theme
  Enclose a blank recipe card with every invitation and asked that each guest write down a favorite recipe on the card to bring to the shower.
  
• Advice Theme
  In the invitations each guest gets a "post-it note" in which they had to write a piece of advice. Their gift then had to correlate with the advice.
  
• Alphabet Theme
  Each guest is assigned a letter of the alphabet and gets a gift beginning with that letter.
  
• Mood Theme
  Each guest is assigned a mood of the bride. For example, the mood to cook, the mood for romance, the mood for a bath.
  
• Naughty and Nice Theme
  All guests bring a nice gift and something "naughty" for the honeymoon. For example, candles, lotions, books, handcuffs.
  

Do you have any creative ideas for bridal shower themes?

Can't we choose our own friends?

Back when we were younger, we didn't have much choice in friendships. Many times we were forced to befriend the children of our parents' friends. In grade school, we were constricted to those in our class. In high school it was still those who were in town.
These days with the simplicity and quickness of email and instant messaging services we can be friends with people of any age and any background that live anywhere in the world. We can choose our friends easily based on anything we enjoy, those we like to go out to the clubs with, those that we like to go to the gym with, those that we have anything in common with and anything to chat about, etc. We have the freedom to choose and no longer have to "force" friendships... Or do we?
In our home lives I'm beginning to see that perhaps there are forced friendships and obligations. What do you do if you don't get along with your husband's friend's girlfriend? Do you say something? Do you grin and bear it until they break up? But, what if they never break up?
At our age, girlfriends and boyfriends aren't just that. Now they're potential hubands and wives. I didn't think my situation was a big deal. I figured I could just stay out of the way and there was absolutely no need for only the four of us to hang out together. In my mind, the guys can go out on their own whenever they'd like or we [4] can go out with a big group of people. That's fine too.
Unfortunately my fiance doesn't agree. Instead, I am expected to "find" something I have in common with this girl so that we can all spend time together. Don't get me wrong, she's not [that] bad, I just don't enjoy talking with her. I never have anything to say to her and she doesn't interest me in the least. For me it's a question of should I act fake or should I just stay away from the situation. Easily my choice is the latter. For my fiance, it's a question of how he will be able to maintain his friendship with this guy he has known all his life. And with that in mind, how can I refuse? I never want to come in between them, but at the same time I don't want to force this fake friendship.

What would you do?

Rodney Harrison and Expectations

Last night I saw Rodney Harrison of the New England Patriots. He was giving a talk and although I don't care much for football, I thought it might be a nice opportunity. My fiance, a season ticket holder, loves the Patriots. Completely obsessed. His brief description of Rodney : "He's a strong safety, he a very tenacious guy, hit's people really hard, and Freddy Mitchell, of the Eagles, was talking smack about him before the superbowl, but it turns out that Harrison caught more balls from the Eagles QB than Mitchell did himself."
So I guess I went into the hotel hall knowing a little bit... and as it turns out a little bit more than the girls sitting next to me. When Rodney walked in everyone started cheering. I was expecting some big, ugly fat guy. Much to my surprise, Rodney is a good looking man! I also expected that this guy wouldn't be able to construct proper sentences, I guess I was just wrongly stereotyping about NFL players. But Rodney was quite personable and had the whole room roaring with laughter a number of times in the night.
Before Rodney spoke the announcer said "Everyone pick up the bread plate to the right of you. Look underneath. If you got a ticket then you've won an autograph." I actually won, I wasn't expecting to win, I never win. I'm really unlucky. Because I won, I was starting to get excited for the evening.
Finally at the end of the night anyone who won stood in line and got an autographed picture of Rodney Harrison. I didn't want just a signature, I wanted a message. I especially wanted something for my fiance, but I wasn't sure if Rodney would be too keen on it. Not even considering the fact that both my name and my fiance's name are not-so-common and I was afraid he might spell them wrong even if I spelled them out for him.
Well as I walked up to him I asked [very politely] "Could I have something special written on mine?" "Now, what's so special about you?", he asked, but it wasn't in a mean way. He was smiling. "Well, I'm getting married in a couple of months?" wondering if this actually constitutes "special". I forgot to mention that my fiance was a huge fan or that he was a season ticket holder, I didn't know what to say.
I guess Rodney bought it and it turns out that he wrote a very nice message.
"Love and Honor each other." So overall, I must admit my expectations of the whole ordeal were too low, and Rodney, his speech, his demeanor, and of course my autograph definitely exceeded them.

Netflix Friends

I recently joined netflix. I suppose I'm becoming more and more of a homebody. It's exciting waiting for the movies in your queue. I love rating movies, although I wish they had an extra rating in the middle for "Don't Care" instead of just the 5-star system (loved it, really liked it, liked it, didn't like it and hated it).

I found out that I can have netflix friends. I connect to my friends and I see what movies they've recently watched or what movies we both liked or what movies we both hated. I guess it takes away some privacy and that is an issue with some people, but I mean you only connect to your friends and it's not like netflix has porn or anything so they really shouldn't worry about anything. It's okay if they like
cheesy films... cause I do too!

The fun part of having netflix friends is getting trivia on your friends, as if they're some well known star.
"Love for only one. Which movie did Joe Schmo love out of these movies?"
It's fun to guess based on what you know about the person, but for some reason I always seem get them wrong. Maybe I'll get better at it.

The Patch

I found this link on somebody else's blog and I found it pretty funny. I guess I've been pretty lucky because I've never really had to deal with this sort of stuff (or I guess I should say that the people around me have been lucky) but something is happening as of late. I feel like I cry every single day... Maybe I don't, but it's what I feel. I suppose it has to do with good ol' birth control. Two months ago I started using "the patch". It's really interesting, almost weird, sticking a patch on, when you're used to associating patches with cigarettes and nicotine. Not to mention the fact that I often wonder if it really works and how. I wonder if they'll come up with a birth control gum. That would be interesting.

These days I suppose it's becoming much more common for people to become pregnant before marriage. I'd probably get kicked out of my house if that happened. Not that I live at home, but still... Today I found out that an unmarried girl at work is 3 months pregnant. I mean its not like she's a teenager, she's 28 or something, but I don't know. I still find it odd.

Two weeks ago, I felt horribly nauseous. It was Saturday and Sunday morning. It was just terrible, I never felt that way before. I'm assuming that's what morning sickness feels like. It was worse than being hungover, because I couldn't even keep any food down. I looked at the pamphlet in the box of the patches and it said that nausea was the number one side effect. If it happens again, I think I'll have to stop it. Also, my breasts are sore a lot of the time. I guess I don't mind so much about that though, because at least they're bigger.

Bowling, Tattoos, and Secretly Singing

I went bowling last night, one of the last weeks in the league. Although my team did well, I didn't do so hot. I mean I guess I did well for myself, but I can't seem to win my games. I don't think I can handle pressure. I get nervous and lose all confidence. I think that's why I'm declining being on the softball team this year too.

Anyway a couple of us started talking about tattoos last night. I've been meaning to get another. I really love this one tattoo I found on the internet, it looks like my initials but since I'm getting married I don't know if it's pointless to get it. On the other hand, maybe it's good to get it specifically because of the fact that I won't have the same initials anymore. That way, everytime I see it I can remember the name I've grown to love so much!

So, as I left the bowling alley and got in my car, I checked my cell phone. I had a new voicemail and it was one of my very good friends D. He has an interview for business school this week, which is exciting. Not only does he get to visit me at the end of this week, but there's also the prospect of him going to the school which means I'll have another friend in the area!!

So as I was saying, I got into my car and checked my phone, put it on the charger, turned on the radio and proceeded to drive and sing. But I wasn't just singing, I was belting it out. I was getting really into it last night. I suppose it may have something to do with a friend at bowling who secretly sings, but regardless I was just going off. "A moment like thiissssss, some people wait a lifetime, a moment like thiiiiissss, some people search forever, for that onnnnnneeee..." yes, it was Kelly Clarkson, but not a bad song. Anyway after the song was over I picked up my phone to call D and I was horrified. The phone said "D 1:41" ... "D 1:42" ... "D 1:43" Apparently it had been connected to him for over a minute and a half so I immediately hung up. I figured I had left a lengthy voicemail which consisted of me singing at the top of my lungs to some Kelly Clarkson song and I was extremely embarrassed...

At first I was hesitant to call him back, but as I was driving I thought about it. I mean he'd probably laugh, but what's the big deal really? I could have been horrible, I could have been terrific, it doesn't make any bit of difference so I should stop acting like a baby and just call him.

I called and left a voicemail saying that I had called him by mistake (in the hopes that he would just quickly delete the first voicemail) and that he should call me back and tell me when he was coming into town...

A couple hours later he called me back and was, as I had suspected, just laughing. To my relief, he had actually picked up the phone the first time, when I didn't mean to call, so he had no recording of my [what could have been horrible] rendition of Kelly Clarkson's first hit. He said he wished he hadn't picked up the phone so that he had the voicemail in case he wanted to blackmail me. But he also said I was pretty good. =)

Random Thought(s)

• Is homosexuality genetic? Or just a product of environment/society?


• Daisy is better looking than Minnie... But then again she's probably high maintenance and Donald is so much a wuss that he'd definitely take that sort of crap.


• I've noticed that most speed limit [signs] end in a 5.


• Why is the vlasic pickle guy a pelican? - Maybe it's because pelican sounds like pickle?


• I was told that the average age of a homeless person in Massachusetts is 8.


• Boxer briefs are the way to go.


• In the words of my fiance, what is so exciting about mike adams?


• Of employees that work in front of the computer, what percentage of time is spent surfing the web or doing things other than their work?


• At any given moment you can have a body deforming accident that will change your life forever.


• What percentage of married couples have cheated on each other? It's more than I thought.


• why do some friends ask for advice and then never listen to it?


• I find that smokers are always giving me dirty looks. I don't know why.


• I can never chug anything other than water.


• Should yoga replace the gym?


• Is depression a real clinical ailment?


• Is everything we eat bad in some way?


• I heard that we breathe through one nostril at a time.