I wasn’t expecting my family to like it much but I was WRONG. There, I said it.
Sitting here thinking. I don’t most of time, but I have been this week…
Can men and women just be friends?
Can two married people be just friends without their spouses?
What if each spouse doesn’t know how much the two actually talk via messages, social media, calling, etc. Is this wrong?
In my opinion, if your spouse doesn’t know all details of your convo, then there is something wrong with it…it’s OK to be friendly and stuff but if your conversation can not be shared and it crosses friendship lines then you are in bad grounds period.
Are you in a relationship as such?
What are your options?
I have no issue with friends but secrets etc cross alot of lines. Respect is a two way street! In my opinion, that’s what’s wrong with folks these days..they always looking over the fence imagining about the grass in the other yard.
So I repeat.
Can men and women just be friends and leave sex out of there conversation or thoughts? Hmmmm?
Please be kind…I’m using my blog as an outlet for some shy writers. The views expressed do not necessarily reflect my own opinions ~ Prudence
I’m not a fan of breakfast food but recently I went to a little Restaurant called The Egg Bistro.
Okay, I’ve actually been there two times this week. That’s just how good the food was.
The first time I ordered two pancakes, thick cut peppered bacon and some country ham. No one told me that the pancakes were massive. I barely made it halfway through my plate before I was full. The pancakes were amazing. My only complaint is that they don’t warm the syrup. However, I’m sure if I wouldn’t have been so busy stuffing my face I probably could have asked.
Today, I was sitting next to a table and the lady sitting there ordered the chicken and waffles. Now, I wanted the pancakes bad and had been thinking about them everyday this week but as soon as I saw that beautiful display of food, I immediately changed my mind on the pancakes and decided to try something different. Different as in waffles and not my faithful love of pancakes.
Yes, I’m a true creature of habit. Once I find something I like, I won’t order anything else off the menu. Because I’m eating of course what I like.
The waffles came with a caramel bourbon sauce. Which I immediately asked for an extra cup of once I tasted it.
It was so good I wanted to lick the plate clean but I had already ate too much. Now here’s the real shock. My meal came with the chicken and waffles and a plate of cubed hash browns and it was only 10.99. Can you believe it? That’s a lot of food. Because I’m greedy, I also ordered the thick cut peppered bacon and a strawberry mimosa with a splash of champagne.
Needless to say, I ate all the bacon, chicken, waffles, and potatoes. Driving him, my eyes were so heavy that I thought I was going to fall asleep.
P.S. I took my son, the picky eater and they actually had boiled eggs, sausage, and fresh fruit that was satisfactory to his likes. He was a happy camper when he left too. The waitress was very impressed that he knew exactly what he wanted to eat.
What is a good marriage?
What makes you whole?
I love my wife very much. I may not show her as much as I should but I know in my heart of hearts I do.
Some days are harder than others but I do love her.
Trust is a big thing.
I trust her but don’t trust most around her and for some reason sometimes it weighs on me…
I don’t sit up and think about it at night.
I do wonder what other people say to her.
Sometimes she is moodie and sometimes mean but I love her..she should know I try my best and I’m trying harder.
Love is a crazy thing.
This is what happens when I nap all day and up all night.
That One Song Will Get You
A lot of people will say music speaks to their situation. Whatever you have gone through or are going through there’s always a sound that you can relate too. Then there’s that one song that will get you.
That song that takes you to a place in time or a memory of your life that you’ve tucked away somewhere deep inside. Over the years I’ve heard many people talk about that one song. That one song for me was “My First Love” by Avant.
It takes me back to a time where I was with my first love. We were together during my school days but for one reason or another her family moved away. We had made love for the first time before she left and we promised each other we would stay in touch. We wrote each other but eventually the letters stopped and the phone calls stopped coming in.
Once we were adults she had reached out but by then she was married with children. She told me that her parents kept the letters I wrote and never told her until she became an adult. She thought I had stopped writing her so naturally she stopped writing and had moved on, much like I had.
For a long time I use to wonder what would have happened if we stayed in touch. Would we have made it work, would she have waited for me, what would our kids have looked like? At the end of the day we both moved on and went our own individual ways, she’s become a success in her profession and I’m doing pretty well too but to quote that one song that will get me, “Long as I live, she will be my first love…..”
Up the winding staircase
Click clack…Click clack…
The punctilious clicking of heels crossing the stone cold concrete floor
A few more feet to the door
Touch the smooth metal handle to open the door
Pounding rhythmically inside the chest
Hesitate to pull the handle
Hesitate to open the door
Hesitate to see what’s on the other side of the door
Push open the door
Walk to the plain sterile desk
“Hello, my name is…I have an appointment with”
I hate the dentist!
Why are my legs getting numb when I sit and 💩? Am I getting too fat? Do I need to work on my legs? Have I been sitting on the toilet too long?