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Yesterdays post went over pretty well so I thought I would do one for the ladies. Now, I'm not trying to say that there is something wrong with what you are doing or that you have to pretend to be different to get a guy (this is my diplomatic girl talk). I have been told, quite a few times actually, that I am pretty guy like. I play video games, I don't particularly like chick flicks, I prefer heavier music to love ballad (for the most part), I don't tend to wear much makeup, I only take about 5 min to get ready and sort of have a guy sense of humor. Since I am also married to a guy I think I have a bit of an insight into the way they think so I thought I would clear a little of the confusion up for some of the many single ladies I know. I also wanted to point out that I know a lot of these women are hoping to find themselves a great guy and settle into a relationship. As far as I have seen though there tends to be a much greater number of fabulous single women out the

As a distraction from my discomfort I have decided I will post about something totally unrelated to surgery recovery. That should do the trick. So for a completely unrelated topic I thought I would choose singleness. Yes, I know that I am not of that persuasion but that doesn't mean that I wasn't at one time or can't lend my opinion on the topic. I have quite a few single women friends that I find completely FANTASTIC! However the guys they are finding to date are not quite living up to a datable standard so I thought that for today I might give the single men a few tips on what girls are looking for and what you should never, ever do! Here are my 5 tips. 1) If you are dating someone... stop looking for someone else! If you think the person you are with is enough of a match with you then give it a solid try. If there is not enough commonality in you personalities or enough of a spark to make you think that this person could be the one then do both of you a favor, e

It was a close call but I managed to have my surgery on Thursday. It was a close call because I was starting to get the flu. I hid it from the nurses and managed to keep from throwing up until after I left the hospital. Alex was sick on Tuesday and I had hopped it was a 24 hour bug that I hadn't caught. My hopes were unfulfilled when he continued to throw up for 4 days. I was the second one to get sick and didn't get hit as hard as everyone else by the bug but that was most likely because I am now on antibiotics from my surgery. Randall caught it next. In the 10 years that I have known him he has managed to only take a half a sick day from work. You can imagine my surprise when I woke at midnight and he was climbing into bed (on night shift that time is usually 4am). He had been throwing up at work and they sent him home. He was still running a fever Friday night and has now taken the first full sick day in the history of out relationship. My Mom started to feel ill

I've been thinking for a little while now that the walls of Alex's room are very blank and boring. I've been working on adding some art and interest to many of the rooms of our house but I had yet to determine what I would be doing with his room. One thing I do know th ough is that he LOVES Cars. By Cars I mean the Pixar movie that most little boys are also obsessed with. It's one of the few truly great boy movies out there, in my opinion. So last week I made a plan to spruce up the blank walls of his room and do so on a tight budget. We picked up 3 very cheep ($5 a piece) frames and a Lightning McQueen story book. So for a cost of $22 and change I ended up with this alright looking decor and a very happy little guy. Mind you I think he was most exited about the measuring and hammering that Daddy did to hang them up. Alex has a hand me down bed that has a fabric covered headboard. It previously was a very girly flower pattern that I also covered the lamp shade

Reading, reading, reading. That's what I've been doing since, pretty much Christmas. I got a lovely little Kobo ereader from my husband and I have been making good use of it. I have some issue with insomnia and have discovered I sleep a fair bit better if I read myself to the brink of sleep each night. The problem was the book I was reading. I am addicted to the Game of Thrones books by George R. R. Martin and if you are unfamiliar with them they are each close to if not over 1,000 pages. This was quite awkward to read in bed and when you doze off you loose your page. I have found having the ereader very beneficial! It's also easier to read on the elliptical machine we have at home and reading, I find, makes the time go fastest. Another reason I appreciate my ereader is for the built in dictionary. If there is a word that you are not entirely familiar with you can simply highlight it and look it up. For a writer like George R. R. Martin this is VERY handy.

It has become apparent to me that the most important skill that 2 years olds attempt to develop is their lung capacity. At least that is the case with mine. A good portion of each day is spent listening to screaming of some type. Angry screaming, sad screaming, or happy screaming. I really don't know if this is the case in every household but I'm going to pretend it is. That way when my head is pounding from the incessant noise I can pretend that I am not alone and that this is just something that every family goes through. Though the typical noise level is very consistent in it's volume my reaction to that sound is anything but consistent. Some days I'm able to just turn off my listening and almost drift away, blissfully unaware to the cacophony of sound that bursts out around me. Other day... not so much. A few days ago I had had just about as much input as I could handle and screamed out that I wanted complete silence, not one sound out of them

For a very long time now I have wondered what it would be like to have a smaller chest. When out shopping I have had to limit my top selection because A) I am large all over so the sizes tended to be to small, B) button up shirts would not do up or stay done up over my chest, C) tops that were not fitted made me look even heavier or pregnant, D) high neck shirt make me look wider E) strapless was out of the question unless I wanted to show my really wide tacky bra straps. Really the majority of my tops were t-shirt style and most flattering was a v neck. So many times I have looked at something that I have really loved and passed it by because I knew just from looking at it that there was no chance it would work. I would often think, "once I have a reduction I wonder if that would work on me." Now that time is almost upon me and I'm starting to think the other way. What if nothing changes? What if I still can't fix my posture? What if I still end up in pai

I just got a phone call from the plastic surgeons office. They called to let me know that I have been approved to go ahead with the reduction surgery. She wanted to know if I would want to pick a surgery day. My options are January 20 th or 26 th ! That's this month! It seems so strange to me that I have been hoping to have this done for well over 5 years and now that it comes right down to it I'm sort of frightened. Not just about the surgery itself either. I have always been this person, this large busted, hunched over girl. I have never found they have done much for me. I hear stories of women who are able to use their voluptuous figure in order to entice money, objects and favor from any man they meet. I have sat on the sidelines and wondered how as I suffered through interesting nicknames and more than the occasional teasing over my cup size. But they are a part of me, literally, and I have started to wonder if they are actually a part of my personality. Thoug