Lady H and the Text Man

So I have learned that if you give someone the power, they will take it all. No I am not talking about heroin or the mail man here, not that either of those two things have anything to do with one another in the first place.

I have realized no matter how you feel initially in a relationship, eventually the “ugly little truth” is going to poke it's head out and say F off. Which is a good thing. You need to know sooner than later who a person is.

Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead...yeah OK I pulled that from Adele. Well, IT IS TRUE, because inevitably, in relationships, you are going to disagree. You are going to see that “ULT”. From this fork in the road, I think, you know if you should move forward or part ways. Now most people, because of simple physical attraction and/or loneliness keep moving forward and beat the horse into oblivion until things are ridiculously pathetic. Trust me, either you have been there yourself, or know someone who has. Lord KNOWS I have...ewe...

But onto my point.

Texting and yes, Lady H.

Lady H - in some minds is heroin, a very addictive drug...but for this post, just my nickname. What can I say fellas, I’m addicting, as most woman can be ;)

Texting - in some minds the ONLY way to communicate...ok in MOST minds these days...again, ewe.

PEOPLE (...aka, men) need to learn how to pick up the phone and call. I mean texing is sweet and nice and cute and fun and flirty and “glittery” for the most part, but by FAR under-exceeds and malnourishes a new relationship.

Do you know how many times I’ve read something and been like WTF, WTH is this dude thinking and I’m sure 9.99 times out of 10 I’m way off base...and it’s mostly based on flippin response time. Is it because our generation has gotten SO far away from personal contact, that we are just not good at it any longer? ...gosh, I hope not. I love to talk. A lot.

And most ladies fear that their “ULT’s” are going to turn in to “SLP’s”, serious large problems...golden rule: communication is key. Yes, the truth is ugly sometimes and that is OK, but wouldn’t you rather know now than later?

I got some pretty advise a few months ago. I feel it’s a good rule to live by, and it’s simple (who doesn't like simple?)...when making decisions, think of this:

How is this going to make you feel or impact you in 10 minutes, 10 hours, 10 days, 10 weeks, 10 months or 10 years.

SO...rip the band-aid off, talk, get it out there, and if not, MOVE on.

I’m going to go text my boo...l8R, lol, ttyl... xoxoxox L

I'm kidding. He just called, awe, so sweet...and wait, SMART.

I like butter (and running) ~

That may sound like an oxymoron to most.
I love butter so much.
And I cook with it, the real stuff.

My body isn’t the best, it’s getting better as I have began an exercise/running regimen. However, I’ve noticed as I’ve gotten a “tad” older those slight roles near the small of my back nor those sparse dimples near the tops of the backs of my thighs don’t really bother me that much anymore. Actually, kind of make me look sexy, mature and comfortable.

I have began to love my body, it is the only one I’m going to be getting. I remember, however, noticing when my legs weren’t as tone as they use to be. I never really have “liked” my legs, much less loved what they looked like daisy dukes.

I believe it’s important to be comfortable in yourself and everything else will be too. Security in your skin is a major turn on, for both men and women.

So here is to butter and booty - two things I have plenty of.

How long do butterflies stick around ~

Every girl knows what I’m asking, or actually saying, stating, proclaiming.
We’ve all been there.
We’ve all felt them.

Those little fluttery feelings inside your stomach that either make you feel like you’re going to pass out or ralph your lunch up. It’s that feeling that you get right before you walk in the door and you know he’ll be sitting right there, cold stout in hand, welcoming smile on face and open arms...only for you.

So how long are these little feelings suppose to last? How long do they last for women and/or men for that matter? Wait..., do men even get them?

I personally think there is no better feeling than to know your body physically changes when you hear your cell phone chirp, vibrate or jam your favorite tune...that you’ve, of course, assigned to them. You know those cell phone commercials, were literal confetti and glitter fling out of your phone when you get a text from that special person, hence making a mess in the cab you’re taking or all over your desk at work.

Those are the best.

I know immediately if I like someone because my general area, instantly gets 10 degrees hotter and I sweat. Not a lot, like gross, ewe Leslie just ran 7 miles sweat, but a cute, light, glow on my face. And I have to take a deep breath.

If your butterflies stick around forever, I think that is ideal. I would hope most married people would say, it could quite possibly be the secret to a long, successful and healthy relationship.

I’m lucky enough to have my own glitter-giver at this current moment in time, and couldn’t be happier with the messes he makes, twss. And I hope my butterflies stick around, for the long haul.

When I knew I wanted to Write

Since this is my first post on my very own blog, I deemed it only appropriate to answer the question, why? Why have I waited SO long to finally start something I've been dreaming of for even longer? Procrastination. It's evil and the devil. Nonetheless, we have all heard "there is no time like the present'. SO...here I am doing it!! I am very excited about the future and what it holds. As well as eager to share my life and all the situations I have had the pleasure of finding myself in. So here is to me, you and the future enjoyment of my blog.