In other news, it really was a nice day to walk... I can't say I was focused for most of it. I got distracted a few times by pretty views, as the walk started and ended in Central Park... (Read more...) Your ad could be here, right now. read more »
...I'm not walking for statistics anyway. I'm walking first of all for my husband, who was diagnosed in 2009, and who has been living with the disease ever since. (Read more...) Your ad could be here, right now. read more »
He would have overturned the table were it not so heavy. Instead, with one swipe of his arm, he sent several small things flying across the room. A pair of scissors, a nail clipper, a pill bottle which was thankfully closed shut... (Read more...) Your ad could be here, right now. read more »
We've All Done It, Wished, Dreamed OrPrayed About Getting Something We Want, Whether It 's A Designer Pair Of Shoes, A New Man In The Picture Or A Fabulous Career In The Fashion Industry,But When Does Wishing Become Too Much? Does The Fairy Godmother Ever Grant Us Our Dreams Come True? Does Our Prince Charming Ever Come To Our Rescue?Should Snow White Have Spit Out The Apple, Gotten A Job And A Heathcare Package To Set Her Up For Life? In The Wonderous Words Of Carrie Bradshaw "I Can't Help But Wonder" S... read more »
There's something pretty big I haven't told you yet, reader. In fact, this conversation has been quite a few months in the making. For a while, my husband didn't want me to tell you this, but he's made peace with it now. And plus, we're close enough now that I can tell you, right? (Read more...) Your ad could be here, right now. Share and Enjoy * Facebook * Twitter * Delicious * Digg * Google Buzz * StumbleUpon * Add to favorites * Email * RSS read more »
Me: What do you call it when he invites you over to share his food with you? Him: I don't know... hospitality, I guess. Me: Oh. Him (after a second): Ew! (Read more...) Your ad could be here, right now. Share and Enjoy * Facebook * Twitter * Delicious * Digg * Google Buzz * StumbleUpon * Add to favorites * Email * RSS read more »
You all know my post Why I think so highly about my husband. And I, on the other hand, know you haven't believed a word of it. I don't blame you, it sounds too good to be true. I wouldn't believe it too if the lucky wife involved in that story wasn't me. Not many men are such adorable angels like my husband. And yesterday I've got the chance to back up my posting. I knew this day would come soon, but not that soon, as I thought he needs more time to rest and recover after few long months of continuou... read more »
It doesn't matter what it was that made me angry. The security guard at the computer lab, a bank error not in my favor, a fresh hoodrat with a none-too-kind comment... it doesn't matter now what it was. I ran up the steps to my room because I didn't have the patience to wait for the elevator. I barreled into the room, out of breath. [ . . . ] (Read more...) Your ad could be here, right now. Share and Enjoy * Facebook * Twitter * Delicious * Digg * Google Buzz * StumbleUpon * Add to fav... read more »
He invited me to another bar because the one we were at was closing. I went, but reluctantly. I should have gone back uptown. In fact, I said "I really should go back uptown." The bar was on the way uptown. "Just one more drink?" he asked. "Just one more." Share and Enjoy * Facebook * Twitter * Delicious * Digg * Google Buzz * StumbleUpon * Add to favorites * Email * RSS read more »
Why? Why does it take by husband at least an hour to say goodbye to his parents every single time? Why can't we just drop the baby off and say goodbye like normal people? My husband used to tell me it is a French thing. Later on, I realized that he uses being French as an excuse for everything that's wrong in our relationship. When he has problems and conflicts with other French people, then he'd use being Breton as an excuse. As long as he doesn't have to face the truth, he would say anything to defend ... read more »
