How many brain surgeons does it take to propose?

I think I’ve heard it all… a brain surgeon down in Florida decided to take the plunge and propose to his girlfriend. He wanted to make it the most memorable, romantic day of her life, ya know, the kind every girl dreams of.

Dr. Steve Carr buried the ring in the sand on the sunny beach in Pelican Bay at Naples, Florida. His intention was to return to the very spot with his lady and dig the ring up professing his undying love for her.

Only problem, when he returned to the beach with her to pop the question, the “brain surgeon” forgot where he buried it and lost the engagement ring! That’s right, the genius didn’t even mark the spot with a rock or huge pile of seaweed or anything! WTF? Not the most brilliant of plans.

Not sure I would even recommend burying a ring worth thousands of dollars and then leaving! What if someone had come by and found this little nugget? Ah shit honey, I was going to propose but someone must have found the ring I so cleverly hid! Fail!

After digging for a couple hours, his soon-to-be, smarter-than-him fiancé decided to call in the big dogs with the metal detector. While he doesn’t seem to be the sharpest tool in the shed, she still said yes.

So, let me get this straight, this guy can perform brain surgery on a human being, but he can’t carry out an “elaborate” plan to propose without losing the damn ring?  Me thinks his past patients might wanna get their heads checked. Hey, they might find something else the poor guy lost. We can only hope Dr. Carr has his dumbass attacks out side of the operating room…

Make Time for Couple Time

It’s very easy to get caught up in the every day, monotonous existence we call life. We work - we come home (maybe sit down for a moment if we’re lucky), have dinner, and take the dog out. Then you make sure the kids’ homework is done and maybe, if you have the energy, do something fun for the evening. Come 9 o’clock, after the kids are in bed and everything is settled, you just want some time to yourself. Reflect on your day and maybe have a cocktail…

In my case, when I am not taking care of everything I need to in order to pay my share of the bills and play gatekeeper to my family, I work on my site or my e-book (and have that much needed cocktail). I usually have my “computer stuck up [my] ass” as Corey so eloquently puts it. Guilty – if I’m not writing, I’m networking or reading or learning or researching. Sometimes he hates it, actually that might not be strong enough a word. I get it. I really do.

There were times when he would be stuck on his Mac screwing around in Photoshop or his most recent software program for photos, especially when he was taking classes to finish his degree. But I understood he was working towards a goal.

He told me the other night he was getting bored. Whooooaah! Rewind  *cue the annoying sound of the needle scratching the record* - If ever there were ever three words no woman (or man) wants to hear it’s “I’m getting bored.” I felt like I was stabbed in the chest with the jagged flank of a broken glass. No one wants to believe their relationship is boring.

We had already been arguing that day. Yep, my visitor was on her way :/  At first, I was offended and my evil twin abruptly awoke from her monthly slumber – Oh, I’m boring? I’m sorry you think our life sucks so bad. I’m sorry we live in Sandusky, Ohio and not New York City.  Blah, blah, blah (it was much more colorful of course)…

He went on to attempt to dig himself out of the hole he begun to dig himself. Once I thought about it and gained control of Miss Unbalanced, he was totally right! Once I thought about it, we had not even been on a vacation in two years!

I had been so caught up in working my ass off that I wasn’t paying much attention to anything else. We do need a break; we do need to make time for couple time. We have been talking forever about traveling and going to all these places we want to see but yet here we sit.

Granted, he shouldn’t have put it all on me! Make a plan and tell me Hey, next weekend pack your shit and find a sitter ‘cause we’re outta here!

Of course, I knew that wasn’t going to happen, so I do what I normally do… I take charge and make a plan. Corey sucks at planning anything. While I would love for him to take some initiative, I’m a little resistant to giving up that control :)

We both have been working our fingers to the bone. But, things are starting to pay off. It’s time to enjoy the fruits of our labor. We deserve it and we owe it to each other for putting up with each other’s shit for so long…

In a couple weeks, Shytown here we come! Looking forward to some much needed couple time <3

Did you see it?!

OMG! Did you see the season premier of The Bachelorette!!!!! *in my annoying preppy girl voice*

That’s o.k., me neither… Actually, upon reading the headlines in Yahoo! today, I was quite disgusted this show still existed. Well, no more so than realizing a headline with Kim Kardashian was right along side it!

Does The Bachelorette really get this many ratings? Are there this many Americans who believe the show is based on reality?

In plenty of articles circulating around the web today, many are bashing the men who showed up to “win” Emily’s “love”. For instance, the guy who dressed up like a grandma toting a cane as a prop (freak), or the other weirdo with the egg.

Hey I didn’t watch it, I just read! Yeah, there are some strange cats out there, but such is life. No one, however, seems to ever comment on the star of the show. So, let me be the first:

I mean, look at the “Bachelorette” of this season, (hell, look at any of them from past shows for that matter) Emily kinda reminds me of one of the chics right out of The Stepford Wives. Seriously, there is an uncanny resemblance:

Emily:

The Stepford Wives:

 

Creepy for sure…           

But what really disturbs me more is that she plays this sad, little, single-white-female raising a child all by herself and can’t find the one. Sniff-sniff, cry-cry, bullshit! If you were really concerned with your daughter and her well being, you wouldn’t be on T.V. looking for a “daddy” for her!

Way to teach your daughter that the way to find true love is to have umpteen guys fighting and competing for you and in between the all the drama you go on numerous dates, kiss how many pairs of lips, and screw as many of these dudes (as if it doesn't happen) as you see fit in order to discover which one you really want to spend the rest of your life with. Oh, and who is going to be a stellar role model for your little girl. All in a matter of weeks mind you. Bravo!

Emily, along with any one else who has ever appeared on this show is nothing more than a fame whore looking for their 15 minutes. This show, if that’s what we want to call it, should be reserved for single people who are completely unattached. (Not that it would then, receive a raving review from me.) Don’t bring these innocent children into it for Christ sake! You all should be ashamed of yourselves.

Say What You Mean, Mean What You Say!

So, after my little fiasco today, I had to call my mother and get her thoughts. Many times she is my voice of reason. I explained to her my conversation with Corey and my ultimate surprise.

She suggested maybe he was just trying to get a rise out of me and not to take it so seriously. Well, being the “serious” person I am, makes it somewhat difficult for me at times. But, that’s why I call her; she can help me put a different spin on it and look at it from a different angle. (Hey, I even need an unbiased opinion at times :)

When Corey woke up today, I was doing some things in the kitchen as he was trying to grab a bite to eat before heading into work. I jokingly told him, “Get outta my way ya Bible thumper.”

He proceeded to joke around with me and claimed he only said that because that’s what most of those people believe (those who oppose gay marriage that is). He proceeded to say, again, how he could give a f*ck what anyone else does. He was a bit more lengthy and descriptive, but I will leave that to your imagination. Now that is the Corey I know and love!

So why on earth wouldn’t you say that to begin with? Now my conversation with my mother makes sense. He does love to get a rise out of me whenever the opportunity presents itself. Damn him! I should know this after this long, right?

Say what you mean, mean what you say. If you don’t, people are bound to misconstrue.

I am just glad that this is one time I completely misunderstood what he was trying to convey… or should I say, he completely should have kept his mouth shut?

Whew, that was close!

It did seriously get my thinking, however… what if he was serious? What if he did mean what he said? Would I be able to live with that? Would we be able to get past our differences on such a huge topic? Not that it would affect us personally, so maybe we could?

My guess is there are many people out there who are in relationships who have these different views. But, do they end up staying true to themselves, or do they allow the other to convince them to change their stance all in the name of love (I actually know some people who have)?

I suppose two individuals, who are strong and confident in their own skin and beliefs could make it work. So long as they both know they can’t or should never try to change the other’s mind. After all, it could make for some interesting, adult dinner conversation…

I thought we were on the same page?

In light of Obama supporting gay marriage, I had the opportunity to have a (somewhat) intellectual conversation with Corey. He usually doesn’t say too much about politics or serious issues so I was rather looking forward to talking about it.

Corey has always had the stance of “I don’t care what people do, it’s none of my business.” I guess I kinda inferred that to mean he felt the same way I did about it to an extent. Although he had mentioned before that he thought it was ok for women to be with each other, even thought it was “hot”, but men, hell no. Of course it’s hot when it’s in a porn, but women actually have a relationship? I think this is the hypocritical opinion of most men.

Today, Corey said something much different about the issue. While we both agreed that Obama’s “evolving” opinion was a political move, Corey again said, “I don’t care what they do, it’s their business.” He went on to say, “It’s not right though. Marriage is a religious thing.” While I was attempting to lay the foundation for my argument he actually said, “It says it in the Bible. It’s not normal.” And he said it with conviction.

Holy hell! I never in a million years dreamed my fiancé, whom I thought all this time shared my views, would throw the Bible at me! Of course, knowing what I know about our relationship, everything we have shared, and the way we live our lives it is nothing more than blatantly absurd hypocrisy at best (as it is anytime anyone brings up the “Bible” in my presence). I was absolutely astounded by the words that left his lips…

The same man who watches porn (including women on women), the same man who watches this porn with me! The same man who has tattoos of his own, curses like the truck driver of an 18-wheeler, among many, many other things I do not wish to mention, and has never in the four years we have been together even remotely referenced the “Good Book”.

When we first started dating, we had the whole “religion” conversation. I thought we were on the same page. After this, we may be in completely different hemispheres!

With everything that is running through my head today… how do I handle the 14 year old girl who requested my assistance on her situation, my son’s doctor appointment this afternoon, bills that have to be paid… now I must process this most recent revelation in my own relationship?

What does this mean? Will I turn around a year from now and he’s insisting we go to church? (Hey, it’s been know to happen) Church is not even in my vocabulary!

My brain has come to a screeching halt yet my thoughts run circles around me.

This may take a while for me to absorb…

Many Things Coming! (Ok... total bragging rights :)

I know I haven't updated in a while, and for that I apologize. However, the good news is that my recent silence is due to good things coming to Love Sources.

I'm no different than many of you; I have my own house to run; a child to take care of (two if you count my dog), a fiance to keep happy, and a part time job outside the home (as well as the ho-hum, boring daily life crap we all deal with). I also try to continue to build my online presence and work on that e-book I have been promising everyone (looking about the end of the year for that, but it will totally be worth the wait!).

Surely you understand that my family and my home take first priority over everything! After an extremely busy week taking care of my own business followed by a weekend of manual labor in my yard by day and playing "model" for Corey's photographic talents by night, understandably, I - am - ex - hausted! Hey, he gives me the majority of my content, or helps to contribute anyway. Of course, that totally depends on who you ask. What's fair is fair, right? But, seriously, I slept away the majority of my Monday, which is totally not like me!

However... This past week has been pretty exciting and worth losing an entire Monday to beauty rest. I appeared on Real Coaching Radio as a guest (shout out to Steve, you rock!), worked on a chapter of my e-book, and I have been collaborating with the local newspaper, Sandusky Register, on creating a new advice column. That's right, yours truly and all my expertise is going to soon be in print!

I have been working with the assistant managing editor, Shawn, at the paper; man, what a cool, intelligent, inspiring fella :) And the Register has recently been voted by the Associated Press as one of the best daily newspapers in Ohio for the 5th year in a row. I hope I can live up to that! LOL

The column is expected to be out by the end of this month. For all of you who follow this blog and/or follow my updates at Love Sources, you can now follow me there too! I know, I know... What do you care, you don't get this paper delivered to your front door, right? Well, it's online too, so there's no excuse!

I am so looking forward to this new venture and frankly, I couldn't be more flattered and excited. To all of my loyal readers, I do hope you will have room in your weekly reading enjoyment to check out my new column in the weeks to come at my hometown paper, Sandusky Register...

Hope to see you all there! <3

Stay Off My Man’s Facebook Page!

Do you ever wonder when your partner’s phone makes that distinct sound of an incoming message? Do you sometimes mull over the look on their face, or the little laugh, or their disturbing silence after they read it?

I think we all do sometimes. We all have a little insecurity inside of us that makes us a little paranoid once in a blue moon.

Two days ago, Corey received notice of a message on his phone. I happened to be sitting beside him when he received it. “WTF is that?”, he said. Of course, I glide over curiously. He was on Facebook (you never can tell what type of message due to the overwhelming number of sounds that can be assigned to each and every service). Sure, you may think my cup of jealousy runneth over. Whatever, I say, always be alert! Besides, a little jealously never hurt anyone.

I’ll be damned if there wasn’t a picture of some chic’s ass, legs, and sparkly silver hooker shoes! What would be your initial thoughts if some chic posted this picture on your man’s Facebook page…

Oh, I was instantly pissed. Not at Corey, but at the ballsy bitch who had the gaul to post it!

I asked who the hell she was and what the hell that was all about. He gets defensive because he is doing nothing wrong, and tells me not to over react. Riiigghht. He proceeds to show me a picture of his “friend”. O.k., not too cute, but so what? That’s not the point; I ride solely on principal. (As if he wouldn’t have the same reaction if some dude posted a pic of some random guy’s six pack abs? Me thinks so!)

Now my investigative nature takes hold before I blow a gasket on this chic. Not only did she tag my fiancé in the gay ass picture, she tagged 45 other friends of hers. WTF?

Turns out she must be some sort of affiliate with this shoe company and trying to make a buck. Bad form!

I politely commented on the post to make myself be known…

“No thanks, but I’m not into hooker shoes :)”

I also noticed another “friend” of hers commented as well expressing her disgust that she would use her page as an "advertisement".

First of all, don’t post shit like this on a guy’s wall! Come on! They were women’s shoes to begin with and anyone in my position would have had the same disturbed, initial reaction. I mean, look at the picture, would you not be pissed?

Second of all, she broke the first rule of Facebook! You don’t fucking advertise (SPAM) on someone else’s page without first having their permission!!!!!!! Really? Join a frigin’ fashion, or shoe group. I am sure Facebook has a shitload (of course in this case maybe a stripper or porn group?). Hell, you could probably make on fortune on both…

Oh, I’m sorry, you’re a lazy bitch who doesn’t want to work and put in the damned research! You would rather post seductive pictures on men’s walls and send their girlfriends, fiancés, and wives into a tissy. Or, is it that you’re hoping these men have trashy girlfriends and they will actually buy your shoes as gifts? I’m confused…

That pisses me off to no end. I run an internet business and it’s common knowledge not to fucking spam! Guess what sweetheart, I reported your post as spam, yep sure did. Wish Facebook would tell you too, cause I don’t give a rat’s ass. Maybe I should kindly lay this blog post on your Facebook lap? Hmmm… Nah, I don’t spam. I would rather people find me on their own or be referred.Ya know, the honest, respectable way to do business.

Even if I knew a stripper who was looking for a new pair of shoes for her next big show, I would never refer you! Learn how to do business my friend, or you’ll run yourself into the ground before you get started.

And… STAY OFF MY MAN’S FACEBOOK PAGE, BITCH!