The Butterfly Effect

In a time where love can be as puzzling as a complex mathematical equation, it seems necessary for those venturing into the world of dating to be equipped with some sort of quick reference guide.

A 'go to' for the dating impaired.

You know, a translator for those who can't read the signs.

For instance, the question on the table is...butterflies.

With some relationships you feel the butterflies in the pit of your stomach turning you topsy turvy and every which way but up. While in others...they sleep quietly without so much as a flutter.

Are those little butterflies indicators for the amount of love and excitement you have for someone?

And can you love the sleepy ones just as much as the ones that have you turned on your head?

This is when cliff notes would be handy.

Looking Glass

Some days I feel like Alice having just stepped through the looking glass.

I peek out my window at a world that's turned topsy turvy.

Where the clocks have grown legs and want to run away from you.

Where you're not sure what day it is and you're too tired to care.

And where you're certain everyone has gone mad.

The Green Eyed Monster Made Me Do It

His computer is on...you know he stays logged into his email. Hmmmmmm. No, no you shouldn't do that...that would be wrong. You tap your fingers on the desk, staring at the screen...no, no I'm not going to be that girl. You bite your lower lip, your fingers tapping faster...Well, what if you just used his computer for something else, you know, like to get the latest scoop on Kevin and Britney...there's no harm in that right? So what if you accidentally hit the wrong button and Oooops, up pops his email inbox. It was an accident right...but while you're there...who in the hell is....??????

Jealousy is powerful...almost like a drug. One that most of us have tussled with at least once and probably were driven to do it's bidding.

It's bidding, meaning something spectacularly stupid and idiotic. Something we would never do in our normal, well adjusted lives. *wink-wink*

Now, I'm sure we've all learned from our growing pains (I hope) but come on... I want to hear about the stupidest things the Green Eyed Monster has driven you to do...and if you feel better, you can do it anonymously. :o)

The Little Things

Some women want wealth and gain.

All I want...are tiny stolen moments.

Saturday mornings eating cereal in our pajamas, washing the car, wrestling over the remote...

Those memories are worth more than any amount of money.

The Great Shoe Caper

Something is amiss.

Single shoes are popping up on roadsides everywhere I turn. Here's a shoe, there's a shoe...everywhere I see a shoe.

Tennis shoes, work shoes, slip on shoes...every kind of shoe.

The only thing they have in common is that there is never a pair. It's always one lone shoe.

Perhaps there is a shoe uprising? A coup? And the Right couldn't convince the Left to join in...but then, isn't that always the case? :o)