Bedroom Stories

I’m going to start by saying that Husband was not excited about me writing this post. Actually, he told me not to do it. Period. He threatened me. He said that if I wrote this post, he would send it to my parents. While Husband is the best in many ways, he clearly has not learned that telling me not to do something is the best way to get me to do it. (Or maybe he does know me and wants me write this post…am I playing right into his hands?!? MIND FREAK!)  Continue reading

You might think you’re a grown up…you could be wrong.

Ah, life! Gotta do it every day, people. I’ve been doing it professionally for a few years now and it’s tempting to step back and say, “I’ve got this down. I know how to live and take care of myself. I am a GROWN UP!” But then I do some things that prove I am still far from being grown up (I mean, the fact that I still use the term “grown up” instead of “adult” is a red flag, but at least it’s a step up from “big kid”).  What types of things? I’m glad you asked, readers. Here are just a few (completely hypothetical) examples.
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Turn of Phrase I

So, my gentleman friend and I play this game where we take a commonly used phrase or cliché and  change one word or letter in it to make it sound silly (or in some cases, sillier). My next few posts will be illustrations some of our favorites. If I can remember, I will try to give credit to whomever came up with each one, but I admit now that I am a glory monster and might just say that I made them all…unless you think they are not funny. In that case, it was 100% Sam.

First up – let’s tackle that major declaration of love: “I want to share my life with you.” Dull, played out, unoriginal, right? Why not try:

So much more intimate! And honest. Nothing says I love you like swapping parasites. Stay tuned for more fun twisted phrases! If you have a good one, shoot me an e-mail and I’ll see what I can do about bringing your witty turn of phrase to life in MS paint!

I am an artiste…not.

I don’t know about you guys, but I LOVED Google’s homage to Cézanne today. It got me thinking about art and expression and that got me thinking, “Hey, I like to draw – why don’t I try to, but like for real?” So, I grabbed my handy sketch pad and set out to find a subject worthy of my creative expression. I chose this picture of my gentleman friend and me that I keep on my nightstand:

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Love Part 2, The Sequel.

Small Act of Love #2: Allowing your partner (who may or may not have questionable taste in film and television) to have access to your Netflix account. This one seems like a no big deal, but I have single handedly destroyed my gentleman friend’s Netflix identity.  Before I lived with him, this is the kind of greeting he might get when he signed onto his account:

And then I moved in:

My gentleman friend gets a little frustrated by the kinds of suggestions we get on the Netflix now, but mostly he’s just confused:

Also, I refuse to feel ashamed or guilty of my taste in Netflix. If I didn’t watch the Babysitter’s Club movie, the Netflix would never have suggested Sabrina the Teenage Witch (the movie) and I would never have seen Ryan Reynolds looking like this (Roomie, you know you love it):

What is love? (Baby don’t hurt me.)

I recently went to a wedding and it got me to thinking about that four letter word: LOVE. There are so many different ways to express it! A warm meal, a hug, getting up in front of all the people you love and promising to take care of your best friend for the rest of your lives, a valentine. There are a myriad of ways to show someone you care about them. But what I want to focus on are the smaller, more subtle ways that one could express love. Each post of this week, I’ll present an act of love that I have experienced or performed. Maybe yinz can even get inspired and use my blog to improve your relationships! As always, comments and suggestions (like cake and cookies) are welcome!

Small Act of Love #1: Not eating all the Italian Four Cheese Cheez-Its because you know that your gentleman friend might want to try them…because he was the one who bought them. Self control is something that I don’t have a lot of when it comes to snacks, but because I care so much for him, I really try to not eat all the good snacks before my gentleman friend gets home. Nothing says I love you like being able to keep your significant other in mind when you’re having a hypoglycemic werewolf snack attack*, right?

*This phrase was developed by my genius friend, Rachel.