Beside Every Man

Is a great, intelligent, strong woman....right?

I have been let down a numerous amount of times in relationships. Am I to blame? I know going into things I should have an open mind and heart because after all I have no business being in a relationship if I don't. I go into a relationship knowing what I'm looking for AND knowing that even after I get involved, there are so many things that can occur. One has to be willing to except the change and if not get out and find something new. After all, we can't actually change the person ourselves; they are going to have to change on their own. And if we really do love and care about them, why are we trying to change them? Come one people.

I'm not married, but I do live with a guy. In the past few weeks my world has done a complete 180. I went from living the college life in off-campus dorms with girl roommates, to living in a house with girl roommates, to living on my own for two years, and now this...

I came to the realization that things aren't really different from his side of it either. He has lived alone for a couple years now too. We both are very independent, but living alone has only increased that. Going into this living situation, we didn't know what to expect but we did know there are going to be things we both don't like that the other one does. In other words, we are just going to have to deal with it, communicate, and adjust.

I am VERY guilty of having OCD moments and freak outs (especially when I just cleaned the counter or the dishes out of the sink and then more junk appears). After three weeks, I'm slowly realizing that I'm freaking out over small things and I need to control myself. Going into this big move, my grandmother, mother, sister, and married friends have all told me the same thing..."HAVE PATIENCE MEGAN!" I'm willing to be the first to admit that I do lack in that department, so starting today (or soon haha) I'm going to start being more patient. Working with the man. Communicating. And realizing that the more patient I am with him, the more patient I am with myself and the things that happen around me. We have to start somewhere right...

Women (AND men!) in my family have gone through a lot in their relationships and this is my proof of showing you how well their patience holds...enjoy!


My Grandparents:

My Parents:

My Sister and Brother-In-Law:

PS-MY BROTHER IS SINGLE! (He is still waiting on that woman to stand by his side). Any takers??

This song is to remind all of us ladies to have a little patience, and just stand by your man...




Yours truly,

The girl with one less OCD moment---Megan Marie

Chance Encounter

I've never given much thought to long distance relationships. I've had friends that were in them. I had seen them on movies. Read about them. But it never went any farther. Then I found Russell. I've known about Russell since I was a freshman in high school. He was a senior at the time and my older sister was dating one of his good friends.

I will never forget the first time I saw him. My sister HAD to go out that night and my parents told her she could sure yeah go ahead. BUT she had to take me too. She argued and complained and I understood but my parents werent changing their minds. So we went to "the movies" which actually turned out to be a party. OMG my first high school party!! Haha you could imagine how excited I was and how long it took me to get ready. I don't remember exactly what I wore but it was something along the lines of faded boot cut jeans, a black vneck shirt that was way too low cut for a 9th grader (it was a party!!), black boots (with a heel because i've ALWAYS wanted to be taller), and I'm almost positive it was cold outside so I had my mother's awesome black leather jacket. I used to love raiding her's and my sister's closets! The ride over there was pretty typical. Act like you dont know me dont stand next to me dont even look in my direction dont talk to any guys and dont drink anything that anyone offers you. Not really. MOM STOP READING REAL QUICK. She actually asked what kind of boones farm I wanted and made me swear I wouldnt tell my parents any bit of what I was going to see that night.

I dont remember his entrance. I dont even remember my own. I dont remember meeting him or anyone else that night. I couldnt tell you what he was wearing or if we exchanged words or glances. But I remember the first time I saw him laugh. I loved his smile and his bald head and how everyone in the room was drawn to him. I gushed about him the whole way home and big sister wasnt havin it. I even talked to her boyfriend in the following days and he wasn't havin it either. Six years would pass until I heard his name again....TBC

I heart chance encounters,

-Mandy Blake

Pantie-less

Dear bloggers,

I don't have any pictures today because what I have chosen to briefly write about is slightly disgusting. Yesterday (I hope!), Tim's cat threw up. I'm guessing it was a hair ball of some sorts; I didn't inspect it! AND I'm guessing it was from yesterday (crossing my fingers!). I spent 4 hours cleaning our house when I noticed this ugly spot on the carpet that I knew wasn't from our dogs. On top of the table, close to where this lovely occurrence took place, is a bowl of random napkins from Little Ceaser's Pizza. Now ladies, hopefully we all are very aware of napkins not being a heavy duty cleaning tool and when scrubbed harshly into a damp carpet (Resolve mixed with hair ball...yum!), the end result is crumbles of what use to be a napkin with a chubby Greek man on it.

Yes, you guessed it! Tim decided to clean his lovely cat's hairball up with the Little Ceaser's napkins which then became a mush (sp?)/moosh (sp?) of hair ball and napkin crumbles. Yuck! When I noticed he did that, I said my normal phrase I say to Tim,"Seriously?? Who does that?"

Followed by a"Everyone should know that napkins aren't durable, especially when cleaning up a mess like this!"

His response: "It's clean enough right? Do you see the hairball anymore? Don't get mad at me! I'm just trying to help."

My response: "Tim, there are now napkin crumbles embedded in the carpet that I just cleaned." (Note: I like how I completely disregarded in this statement that the cat threw up! I've been around Tim too long!)

I give him props for helping, trying, attempting, etc. He is currently in training...I'll keep you guys posted on how well it turns out!

On a side note: Tim's dog Fritz (who is a male <---in case you were wondering), ate a pair of my pretty black panties this weekend. Yes ate! AND he threw a piece of it up in his dog kennel. He's in training too...when are guys going to learn they can't always get into a girls panties! And when am I going to escape this 'throwing up' phase my household pets are going through! Hopefully, I'll be getting a couple pairs of Victoria Secrets garments from Tim for my troubles. HAHA : ] Kidding MOTHER!



Enjoy the rest of the blog...

So my lovely mother sent me an e-mail with this in it after she read my blog. Although it's semi-harsh in parts with some not so good choice of words...It's funny. So get over it, read it, enjoy it, and freaking laugh a little because it's Monday and I hate Mondays!

WOMAN'S POEM

Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man who's not a creep,
One who's handsome, smart, and strong,
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks,
I pray he's gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash won't be annoyed,
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
Massages my back and begs to do more,
Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to 'How big is my behind?',
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.


MAN'S POEM

I pray for a deaf-mute
gymnast nymphomaniac with
huge boobs who owns a bar on a golf course,
and loves to send me fishing and drinking.
This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a sh*t
The End.


PS-Whatever woman wrote this poem...had obviously not been in a relationship with a Man's Man. Or maybe any man for that matter. If something out there exists like that let the cat out of the bag...there are women in need out in this world! AND I'm glad I have NOT come close to even being around a guy who thinks like that...I mean I think I'd punch him! I'd choose losing my whole kitchen of forks over that any day!


Yours truly,

The girl with one less pair of panties (why am I always the one who is 'one less" something??)

Megan

Dorky, Corky, Forky

Hello bloggers. For my first blog, I would like to introduce everyone to my handsome huggable lovable roommate, Tim. It's because of him, two days ago, that I finally came to the conclusion that I don't just live with a man in his 20's, but I live with a "Man's Man" in his 20's. You know...the kind of guy who gets home from a long hard day of work and decides to strip in the middle of the living room down to his skivvies and socks. Lets not avoid the fact that he also sits down, on perfectly perfect furniture in his sweaty boxers and opens up a 'cool one.' Just makes a girl melt!! <----each and everyone of you I'm sure has encountered this at one point and if not you will learn to catch on to the sarcasm. (Mind you, this is our second week of living together and we are still working our the little annoyances. Ladies, if you have any advice at all, PLEASE help me!). Two days ago, Tim came home from work and put his gladware container he had for lunch in the sink. Thanks to my random OCD moments, I decided to clean up his tiny mess in the sink. So, I opened the gladware container and found the following...
Yes, friends! That is a fork and a perfectly good one at that. OR more like it was a perfectly good one at one point before two days ago. Tim's reasoning: I had to find a way to make it fit into the container so I bent it. Seriously! Who does that? OH WAIT! That's right...a "Man's Man." The kinda of guy who thinks he is being really smart about what he just did even though it may seem completely disturbing to a normal human being. So my response to him was that it is now his official work lunch fork because I will no longer take my silverware being destroyed for the sake of this mans appetite and twisted brain. He claims he can't eat with a fork like that...I proved him wrong. And at the end of the day, you can't help but give props to the guy (although I would never admit it to his face), for finding a way out of his 'no-lunch box/bag' dilemma. At least he is different. Different is a good thing...right??

Yours truly,

The girl with one less fork (Megan)