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I know the new tv season has started, but tonight, I popped in one of my “Sex and the City” discs and proceeded to watch the whole disc. A Carrie voiceover got me thinking….she said (and I’m paraphrasing), “Men can do something dramatic and profess their love and its generally thought of as romantic. Women can do the same thing and they are psychotic.” I could not agree with this statement more. For example, the other day Dr. Big send me this incredibly sweet text in the middle of the afternoon saying that he was thinking of me, that he loves me, and that he was looking forward to seeing me after work. Ladies….how hot is that?

Now, if the shoe had been on the other foot and I had sent that text to him, how many guys’ radars would be buzzing off the charts? “Watch out for this one….she could be crazy”

Now, Dr. Big and I have been together for almost 2 years and I doubt that would have been his first thought, but for normal dudes it would be weird.

But back to the professing of love. How do I show how in love I am, without being perceived as crazy? I think I have found a good solution for Dr. Big and I. He is big on the “actions speak louder than words” policy. So for me, the best way I can show love to him is giving him time to play Halo Reach, listening about his fantasy football league and cooking him dinner. And he shows me that he loves me when he listens to me bitch about work, plays Mario Kart with me, helps me with housework, and lets me control the radio.

I don’t think we (as a couple) have it all figured out, but we are getting there. We are learning. And in the process, sometimes the lines between romantic and psychotic get blurred. But that’s ok, because we are a work in progress.

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I consider myself to be a very levelheaded person. I try to keep most of my emotions at bay. Sure, I cry at funerals and when Dr. Big and I fight, but for the most part I have a strict “no crying” rule. This is especially important at work. Being the only woman in a testosterone-fueled environment is hard. They like to treat you like one of the guys and you have to take it like one of the guys. Now, I’m not going to lie to you. I have cried at work. Twice. And in the privacy of my own bathroom stall. So imagine my surprise today, when a female co-worker (from another department) came into MY office and started crying about how she didn’t get her work done. Now, long story short, she wanted to blame someone for the shortcomings. And I somehow became a target. I’m not going to lie to you…. the more she cried and told me her sob-story, I started to feel bad for her. I know what its like to be swamped an unable to go home at 5 p.m. On the other hand, this was NOT how I was planning to start my day. I was sort of hoping for a regular Tuesday with minimal drama.

Now the day is over and I have had time to process this whole situation, I, more than ever, feel as if the “no crying” rule is a great one. Because as the great philosopher, Thomas Hanks once said, “There’s no crying in baseball!”

I have a confession to make- I am a recipe whore. Seriously. I have always liked to read, but lately I’m obsessed with ingredients. When I go to bed, is there the new New York Times best seller on my nightstand? No. It is my brand new recipe book. I love them. And I don’t even care what decade they’re from, new/old, chef/soccer mom…no matter. I will devour them and then modify the individual recipes to my liking. (Thank you, Bethenny Frankel.)

I suppose the obsession has something to do with the fact that I now actually have someone to cook for. I mean, who wants to go to all that work to cook for one, right? However, Dr. Big has quite the appetite and all the cooking skills of a hot day. Anything I make him is going to be a vast improvement over the steady diet of Mountain Dew and Doritos he has pumping through his veins.

The question I always ask myself when I’m reading the coolest new recipe is….“do I have everything to make that?” Because who wants to run to the grocery store everyday? I honestly don’t understand how regular people grocery shop. You see, when I was growing up my dad was the manager of a grocery store. So if I needed anything weird or random, I would just call him and he would bring it home. Now that I’m living on my own, I don’t have that luxury. So either I am going to have to get more organized, or make a drastic change in my career path.

Now, if you would excuse me…..I have some whoring to do.

Well, welcome to it. I’m new at blogging, but I thought I would give it a go. I’m fairly confident that this blog will be about whatever comes to my mind on any given day. If people read it and give feedback, great; if not, well, it won’t hurt my feelings.

I suppose I should say a little bit about myself. I’m a graphic designer, in her 20s, working in athletics. I have a cool little family consisting of my mom and dad, a small white poodle and a pretty rockin’ boyfriend, who I like to call Dr. Big. I’m sure you will hear about all of them in some capacity later.

Being in my mid-twenties, I feel as if I am at a crossroad of sorts. I’m not exactly sure where I’m standing. But I am sure that everything seems like its changing all around me and there isn’t a damn thing I can do to stop it. So I felt as if blogging might help- Brace yourself. It could get bumpy.