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Ode to Carpet Stains

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It’s hard enough, married with kids,
To do my wifely duty
I hate to spend time cleaning
When all hubs wants is some booty

Those damn kids keep us on our toes
With cups of juice and cookies
Our carpet full of stains – oh noes!
Makes it hard to get some nookie

I’m tired of staring at splotchy beige
When trying to get my rocks off
It’s time to turn the sexcapade page
So I can keep my socks off

Saturday, the yellow van
Bring my carpet heros, unsung
Will steam my carpets – man!
So I can finally come.

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Henceforth …

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If I blogged more regularly, my husband would be in major trouble. The man is walking blog fodder.

Example: Yesterday, he walked out of the bedroom smiling and holding a pair of shorts. He says, “I found my shorts! I was just walking into the bedroom and thinking about how sad it was that my shorts were lost, and then I stepped on them!”

Your shorts were lost in the middle of our bedroom floor? REALLY!?

Example: In and IM conversation today, he was complaining about something that was bothering him. He types: “It really annoyied me!” I assumed it was a typo, until he types “how the fuck do you spell annoyed? Oh, I think I just figured it out.”

Remember folks, this was an IM convo. He could have avoided the shame and humiliation of being a bad speller by simply deleting the message and chalking it up to a typo.

Example: When I told him I was going to write a post about his idiocy, he said “Oh schweeet! I’m famous, bitches!!!”

I can’t guarentee he was kidding.

Henceforth, my husband’s internet name should be He Who Makes Good Blog Fodder.

If you come deal with him for a day I give you the rights to anything he says. He’s mostly house trained.

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They Weren't Kidding When They Said to Just Relax!

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Have you ever asked someone older and wiser and more fuckable than you for advice on sex? There’s a good chance that sage slut said “Just relax!”

You probably nodded like that made sense, then muttered “easy for you to say, whore”and stomped off to sulk and panic.

That never happened to me, of course.

For Mother’s Day, my husband got us sex toys. Specifically some bondage toys. We’ve been wanting to learn more about BDSM and incorporate more than a few cub scout knots and creative dirty talk into our play.

Now, I’ve mentioned to A (husband) a few times that I wouldn’t mind trying a few of the advanced rope techniques outside of the typical intense official “scene”. In fact, for safety’s sake, it would be my preference. He admitted that weekend that he finally realized that I meant we could make our play more casual. That it was ok to try and figure out how to tie a chest harness while watching the latest episode of Chuck..

We tried it the other night. We started off casually, laughing a little at first and then, as we got more adventurous, a lot. Send just as quickly, we went from laughing hysterically to gasping though one of the best sexual experiences of our lives.

The best part was that, because we were so relaxed, we communicated our needs more readily and more clearly. That can only lead to more awesome sex.

I don’t think I have ever been more satisfied with a sexual encounter. In other words, it was fucking awesome.

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Flashback: How I Met My Husband (Part IV)

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Goodness, how many parts will this have? I don’t even know! If you missed anything, check out Part I, Part II, and Part III if you’re so inclined. If you’re not, then just read this post :-) It’s about our first date!

I was just recovering from my lightheadedness when FutureHubby reached my bar stool. I had already ordered appetizers, because apparently I’m a control freak and hadn’t had enough after choosing the date, the location, the time, and the revised location of our date as well as paying for the concert tickets.

Looking back, it’s a wonder he didn’t run screaming from the restaurant.

While we ate, we made small talk, and soon it was time to head out and get to the train station in order to get to the club where Bond was playing in time for the show. I was driving my sporty little 1995 Dodge Shadow, red, with a sexy spoiler and a standard transmission, yeah baby! He was driving the only 2-wheel drive Jeep on the face of the planet. (Ok, so maybe just in Massachusetts)

We took my car, which I had cleaned very well to hide the fact that I practically live in it. I’d also reviewed my CD collection, removed anything embarrassing, and (I’m sad to admit this) added some classical CDs to help promote my super cool and knowledgeable music student vibe.

I told him he could pick what we put in for music, which meant that he had to look through my collection, which meant that he had to see how awesome I was :-) He chose The Offspring, the Americana CD. We popped it in, but didn’t listen to any of the songs – we talked about everything and anything on the way to the train station.

He complimented me on my driving, and said that he was excited to meet a girl who could drive a stick. [oh, shut up you pervs!] We got to the station, he kindly paid the parking and tokens, and we finally arrived on Comm Ave in Boston. He was kind enough to pretend not to notice that the bouncer at the door put a large black “X” on the back of my hand to indicate that I was underage [mortifying. Truly mortifying]. Instead, we talked about how we both had the exact same cell phone and cell service. We talked about wearing new shoes and how stupid that was on a first date, and yet we both did it. We talked about cartoons. We talked about family. We talked so much I honestly wondered whether we’d have anything more to talk about ever again. [We did, and we do, happy to report!]

The band played, and they were great. It was nearly a year before I admitted that I had never heard the band before that night. He stood behind me the entire time, and once I caught him sniffing my hair – I thanked all that is Holy that I had washed it earlier that day – which made me smile and feel very warm all over. When the band finished, we stepped outside into the cool night air – it was a little bit before 11pm, I believe – and found ourselves on the corner near the Border Cafe, and famished.  So it was nachos and chicken tacos and more conversation, the Red Line home and a comfortable drive back to the Outback Steakhouse parking lot.

When we pulled in next to his white Jeep, we loitered, talking a bit more, not wanting the night to end. It was nearly 2 am. I felt such a deep connection with him – we had touched on nearly every subject and shared a lot of laughs and a lot of comfortable silences in just one night.

We had reached that point in the evening where it was either kiss, or awkwardly hug or shake hands and drive away. We went with kiss. I don’t remember how we got so close to each other – perhaps it was just a natural gravitation, perhaps we were deliberately inching closer and closer as we talked, but then he was [thisclose] and he leaned down (but not too far down, because he is the perfect height for me) and kissed me.

It was amazing. I had never, ever been kissed that way. It wasn’t just technique. It wasn’t just the moonlight. It was something deeper than that, and I hope that you know what I mean, because we all deserve this feeling. I burned from my head to my toes, and I melted right against him. I wanted to sigh, and scream, and dance, and sleep curled in his arms, and inhale his scent and never ever let go.

Before we parted for the night, I discovered that we had one more thing in common: we were both wearing Victoria’s Secret……

Very Sexy for Men, and Dream Angels Heavenly for Women.
~ The End ~

Note: There is definitely more to this story – DaddyGeek and I married within 6 months of that first date – but I think that deserves a mini-series of it’s own.  Are you interested in hearing it? If so, I’ll work on it :-)

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Flashback: How I Met My Husband (Part III)

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In Part I & Part II, I managed to take up two entire blog posts just telling you about the 1.5 hours that I served my future husband at the Outback Steakhouse, where I was waitressing in 2004 when we met. I’ll try to speed it up a bit :-)

I was thrilled, and nervous, and slightly skeptical for the rest of the evening. How many times had I heard [from other women] that guys you met in a restaurant, or bar, or wherever, say that they are going to call and don’t? I felt a little foolish now for taking his phone number. Ah, well. I decided that I definitely wouldn’t call him.

Luckily, I didn’t have to test that resolve for very long.  He called Tuesday night, while I was at my friend Josh’s house. (Glad he called, too – Josh was just getting pretty intimate with his booty call best friend and it was awkward.) We decided that we would hit the Boston area for our first date. I found out that he was from Florida, had recently crashed his beloved Camaro Z28 on his last trip home, and wasn’t familiar with Boston at all. So I was to be the tour guide. Great. I’d hardly stepped foot in Boston the whole time that I’ve lived here. I didn’t want to admit that, though. This guy didn’t need to know just yet how freakin’ lame I was! I mean, really, first I suggest Opretta and then I admit that I’m really a suburbanite pretending to be a Bostonian? No way, Jose.

So I played off that I enjoyed Boston, and told him that we’d hit up Harvard Square (technically not Boston, but OK) because it was one of my favorite places (read: the only place in Boston that I was even remotely familiar with). I picked it because it was pretty public, I sort of knew where I was, and it would be easy to take the T in.  And since I’m a control freak, we arranged to meet that Friday at the Outback Steakhouse (where we met) first. It was my escape clause, in case it turned out he was a crazy serial killer. Hopefully my buddies at Outback would be able to tell and keep me safe!

We got off the phone after talking for about an hour, which was great (and gave Josh and his friend a chance to cool it!). I later dissected the conversation with my friends, and we decided that FutureHubby had a chance.

Of course, our date plans went down the toilet once we heard that it was supposed to rain and storm on Friday night. Great – now I’d either have to cancel, or find another activity. Canceling was no good – I’d switched my Friday shift for a Sunday shift (suicide! Fridays always mean more money!) to have this date. No, I would just have to find something else freakin’ awesome to do.  I thought maybe I could fall back on the “seeing a musical venue” idea, and hit up a local band.

Note to self if I ever travel back in time: You are only 19 years old, and all the cool bands are 21+ !
I managed to find a band playing at a local bar that, from the pictures online, seemed cool. The place was split into two parts, a 21+ section and a “restaurant” section, where the band was playing, so I could get in – FutureHubby is four years older than I am, so no problem for him either.

Now here is where I am a real genius (or so I think). The band that I’ve found is absolutely perfect to try and demonstrate my amazing musical knowledge (*ahem*) and also show how very hip and cool I am. The band is Bond – a HOT all-female British electric string quartet playing awesome updated classical tunes as well as original music. I know, amazing! Take a peek at some of their music here.

So, again with the control freakiness, I decide that this is where we’ll go, I buy the tickets online, and then I call FutureHubby to tell him that plans have changed. I called him from home (a.k.a. my mother’s house) – but from the driveway so that no one would hear me bragging about how totally awesome I was. I told him about the plans, and the band, and you can only imagine my surprise (and the sickening feeling in my stomach) when he has actually heard of this band.

Let me be clear here. I picked this band because it was available, sounded cool, and I could get in. I hadn’t actually listened to any of the music, though they are a favorite now. I didn’t know anything more about this band than the bio on the ticket purchase page, and I had just passed it off like they were a great band that I was familiar with, and that I was taking him because they were amazing.

He not only knew of the band, but he knew the music. He was naming songs. He wanted to know if I liked them. He wanted to know if I had a favorite CD, because he’d heard this one and that one and oh, have I heard this song? It’s his favorite.

I was so fucked.

I played along, pretty well I think (he later said he had no idea I was bluffing) and when we got off the phone I frantically pulled up a Google search to read and listen to as much Bond as I could.

When Friday rolled along, I spent hours agonizing over my outfit. I can’t remember exactly what I wore now, so it must not have been very spectacular! I know I wore a jean jacket, fitted, that looked really good, and a new pair of shoes (bad, bad, BAD idea when walking in Boston. Do you know that some of the roads are COBBLESTONE?!?!). I remember exactly what he wore, though. I can still see the moment that he walked into the restaurant and turned the corner to make his way to the bar, where I was sitting and chatting with coworkers, fiddling nervously with my cell phone. He had a black t-shirt over nice-looking jeans and nice black shoes. He had a maroon button-up shirt over the t-shirt, unbuttoned, and it flapped a little bit as he rounded the corner. His hair was short, and he smiled as soon as he saw me. It was amazing.
At the time, I thought the dizzy sensation I felt was because I was hungry and perched precariously on a barstool, trying to look sexy. Looking back, I know that I was just starting to fall in love with him.

~ To Be Continued ~

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Flashback: How I Met My Husband (Part II)

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[In Part I, I was unwittingly serving my future husband and his buddies at the Outback Steakhouse, where I was waitressing. If I'd known, I probably wouldn't have chosen my first words to him as "G-Day, Mates! Welcome to the Outback Steakhouse!"]

Two of the guys decided to order beers  - Michelobe Ultra, I believe. The third guy didn’t order anything; he explained sheepishly that he was acting as designated driver.

I had two other tables to serve, but once these guys told me they were out to celebrate DragonTattoo’s birthday, I knew that I had a chance of a really good tip. I had girls at my other tables; I couldn’t really flirt with them to get a good tip. These guys though? Prime targets. I was determined to make my 25% – the tip I figured I could get if I shook my ass a little extra after I delivered their beers – and considering the way they ordered two appetizers and a crapload of beer… well that was a considerable amount of dough in my pocket.

Not to mention that two of them were pretty cute. I spent a little too much time at their table; I was actually sat twice at my other two tables before they were ready to leave. I spent most of my time just chatting with them. I told them where I was going to school (pity me!) and that I was a music major. DragonTattoo joked that he might want to go see an opera one day; I wanted to show off, and so I suggested an operetta – shorter, comical, and generally a better way to ease into that scene.

Aside from the DragonTat guy, there was a quiet guy who sat in the corner, and a shy-ish but interesting guy (the designated driver) with amazing blue eyes and a better wardrobe than DragonTat – a nice t-shirt under an open button down and some non-ratty jeans.  No glasses, short hair.

I think I fell a little bit in love with his sense of humor, his laugh, his eyes when he laughed – first. When they guys ordered beers, I checked their IDs. Well, they were military and I’d never seen a military ID, so I was having some trouble finding the birth date. I was about to give up, when DesignatedDriver (a.k.a. FutureHusband) told me to look on the back – he laughed and said that most waitresses just handed it back without finding it there, and they always had a good laugh about it.  I laughed too… but mostly because I’d nearly made a fool of myself the same way. Major almost-FAIL.

From that point on, FutureHusband and I had a nice parley going. We joked and laughed between courses, and I made sure that his Coke was never empty :-) At the end of the meal, I dropped off the check and was hoping for a nice tip – FutureHusband looked up at me from the booth and asked “So, would you like to go see a musical venue sometime?”

Yeah, I know, it doesn’t make sense. But I was floored. No one had ever asked me out like that before. I was thrilled inside, but I hope that my “sure!” was casual, cool, and damn sexy. We exchanged phone numbers on Outback drink coasters (he had chicken-scratch handwriting, I noticed) and he vowed that he’d call me.

~ To Be Continued ~

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Flashback: How I Met My Husband (Part 1)

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Flashback to the year 2004.  I was 19 years old – nearly 20.  I had graduated high school a year prior (3.62 GPA, thankyouverymuch!) and was attending a local college on a five-year track to get my Masters in Music Education. I also worked at a local steakhouse in my town as a waitress. A damn good waitress.

I was still living with my mother, and commuting to school. I was working nearly full time hours, and definitely going to school full time. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I was at school from 7:30am until 9:15pm. I slept in my car in the parking lot between classes and I kept a cooler with my lunch and dinner in the trunk. Thankfully, nearly all my classes were in one building – so I could leave most of my crap books in my car and avoid lugging it all plus instruments to each class. On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays the schedule was a little lighter and I would do a shift at the restaurant at night. I also worked nearly every Saturday and Sunday.

Things were a little rough at home, to be honest. My mother and I weren’t getting along and number of factors were contributing to our stress and our inability to communicate with each other.

I had broken up with a very serious boyfriend (though a short relationship) early in the year. We had been commuting together every morning and I was sleeping over at his house; then he got jealous of my gay friend and it was over. I was shell-shocked. I don’t remember today why I was so upset by the breakup – I hardly remember most of the relationship. It probably had something to do with the fact that I had lost my virginity to this guy – I had been “saving” myself for my “one true love” – and he had given me a gold claddah ring with a diamond, and I thought that we were really going to be together forever. So when he just stopped calling after spring break, I was heartbroken. He was in the same major as I was; it was impossible not to see him. One morning, I woke up and realized that I couldn’t remember the last three months of my life since he dumped me. I realized that I could not actually say for sure whether I had attended class, gone to work, interacted with my family, seen my friends. I was looking frantically at my calendar and trying to find class notes to verify that I had even existed. I decided that day to stay awake. I got over it (mostly) and moved on.

And by moved on, I mean that I started giving booty calls to an ex-manager from a party store that I worked in when I was 16. Don’t get too skeeved, I was 19 and he was 27 by the time we were going at it. I didn’t even really like him. And his hair smelled like dirt.

So one Sunday afternoon, around 3pm, in early August, I had several motivators when three guys with fresh tattoos and willing laughs sat down in a booth at my table.

I bounced over (I was one of those perky, smiley, happy waitresses), sat down in the empty seat (restaurant policy!) and said, “Welcome to the *** Steakhouse! My name is Cat, and I’ll be your server today.”

I was sitting next to a very tall guy with a crazy dragon tattoo on his arm – done the night before, I believe – with glasses and blue-ish eyes. He was somewhat unshaven, and had a bit of a bad-boy attitude about him.

~ To be Continued ~

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Originally posted on my old, hidden-away Blogger Blog. If you made the jump with me to WordPress, you probably read this already. Sorry! Love this story, and really wanted to tell it (again).

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Top Ten Reasons I Want to Be a Ninja Mom.

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Ninja Eyes (from http://www.twitbackgroundimages.com/)

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  1. If I were a Ninja Mom, I would never forget bags at the grocery checkout. Ninjas are very observant.
  2. Ninja Moms never have to be Yelly Moms, because no one fucks with a Ninja.
  3. A Ninja Mom always catches the baby when she tries to walk off the couch, because she started walking too early to have enough sense in her head that walking off the couch = OWIE.
  4. If I were a Ninja Mom, my husband would never question my judgment. If he did question my judgment, it would be the last time he questioned anything.
  5. A Ninja Mom is always slim and sexy, no post-baby-pooch and certainly no watching my carbs because it’ll go to my hips.
  6. Ninja Moms never have to worry about getting fired, because Ninja Moms are always a minority. And highly litigious.
  7. A Ninja Mom never gets caught up in Mommy Wars, because other Mommies would never dare brag in front of a Ninja.
  8. Ninja Moms never stutter when trying to order a drink at Starbucks, because Ninjas speak many languages. Even Starbucksese.
  9. A Ninja Mom would never worry about raising teenage girls, because she could stalk and kill any potential suitors.
  10. Ninja Moms get great discounts everywhere. It’s even better than AAA.

I am a ninja. My piercing gaze strikes fear into your heart.

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In a World Without Consquences (NSFW) {GTT}

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This week’s Girl Talk Thursday prompt is – In a world without consequences, what kinky fantasy/thing would you do?

I’ve made no secret of my kinky tendencies on this blog. While it’s not all I write about or talk about, my thoughts and words and writing are splattered with my passion for bondage and power play.

In a world without consequences… I had to think about that for a bit. Define it. No laws, no judgment, no effect on my children, family life or relationships.  Just me and my lover(s) in a world where I’ve made all the rules.

I’d build a house with a secret floor reserved for various pleasure chambers. I’d buy things like cages and flagellery cases. I’d soundproof the room and spend thousands of dollars at upscale, kinky sex shops. I’d reach out to bondage networks with my husband, searching for the perfect mate to share our bed when we feel like it. When he feels like it. I’d spend hours not making any decisions except to continue to give over my power to him. We’d test the boundaries of my self, I’d find and luxuriate in that wonderful sense of being that is sub-space. I’d walk naked through my house wearing nothing but cuffs and collar. I’d wiggle my butt and swing my hips knowing that in my choice to give up my choices, I gained a powerful weapon – my sexuality. We’d stop to eat, to drink, to sleep. We’d fuck. We’d make love. We’d lay lazily intertwined watching tv without bothering to clean up.

I’d spend a weekend playing at 24/7 BDSM. I’d convince my husband to have sex with me in public. I’d call up my sexiest girlfriends and tell them to come to my house, naked and slightly drunk, while my husband wields the video camera. I’d do everything, and anything, I wanted.

Then I’d snap out of my reverie, awoken by the baby giggling in her crib, and get up to start my day, because we all know a world without consequences doesn’t (shouldn’t, couldn’t) exist. .

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Affirmation {Songs & Meaning}

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About a kajillion years ago, in 1999, when the dinosaurs roamed the earth, Savage Garden came out with a song that rocked me to my core. Affirmation. This song is everything I’ve ever thought. This song is like my mission statement. This song is my prayer. This song weaves melody and words into the intricate patterns that make up the tapestry of my heart and soul.

“I believe the sun should never set upon an argument”

This is a rule in my home, and I try to adhere to it as much as possible. Don’t go to bed angry, my grandmother and my mother have always said. It’s a way to make sure we make an effort to make it right. It’s how we ensure that resentment and anger don’t fester overnight, flooding our dreams, filling us will anxiety. It’s an affirmation of our love and devotion to each other as a family or as friends, a way to say this means something to me.

“I believe we place our happiness in other people’s hands…I believe I’m loved when I’m completely by myself alone”

We look too often to outside sources for happiness and confidence. We rely heavily on our friendships, social standing, careers or otherwise to provide us the happiness that we crave and deserve. It’s not always bad. A community, friendships, careers, these are all great things. But I also believe that we need to reach deep down within ourselves and find a happiness there. A happiness in just being alive, a happiness in being ourselves regardless of our circumstances, our friendships or status symbols. We need some joy in ourselves, and we need to protect it like the most precious gem. There will always be times of hardship, and that gem may save us and give us the strength to rise above.

“I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do”

Isn’t that what we’re all doing? It doesn’t mean there aren’t bad parents out there. It doesn’t mean that they didn’t know it was wrong, or know they should do better. But I think that it’s fair to say that we’re doing the best job we know how to do. Now, whether that’s actually any good or not… well time will tell.

“I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned”

I try to do good deeds. I try to hold doors, and put my grocery cart away, and spread a little love and happiness where I can, when I can. I give to charities but I also love to send my friends little gifts and care packages… just because. I hope that my kind words and good deeds have something to do with the luck, love and happiness that I’ve had in my life.

“I believe you can’t appreciate real love ’til you’ve been burned”

I have this theory about love. I think that every love counts. Puppy love, “true love” – it doesn’t matter. It all counts. I think we have a tendency to look back on our lives, once we attain what we feel is the greatest pinnacle of love we’ve ever achieved, and say – “that wasn’t really love“. I disagree. I think we loved as well as we knew how. We loved to our fullest capacity. It hurt when it ended, but I believe that with that love, and that hurt, we allowed our hearts to grow to accept greater love (and, subsequently, greater pain). I love my husband with every fiber of my being. But if I die tomorrow? I hope that he goes on to find someone else to love, eventually. I hope it will be a love just as great, or greater, than ours is now.

“I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don’t know what you’ve got until you say goodbye”

Every story has at least two sides, and every side has it’s trials and tribulations. Nothing is perfect, nothing, no matter how it may appear. When I drive on the highway, I usually pick a lane and stick to it. History has told me that unless I’m willing to be reckless, switching to a lane that appears to be going faster never helps. Traffic is going the same way. Eventually that lane will slow and I’ll look longingly at the car I was behind just a few minutes ago as it speeds past. I believe that loss sharpens our vision and provides enough perspective for us to see what we may have been missing or taking for granted.

“I believe you can’t control or choose your sexuality
I believe that trust is more important than monogamy
I believe your most attractive features are your heart and soul
I believe that wedded bliss negates the need to be undressed”

I’m bisexual, and when I was in high school my mother asked me when I was going to “get over this phase.” It was one of the most hurtful things she’s ever said to me, because she didn’t, and couldn’t, accept who I am. It doesn’t come up anymore because I’m married to a man, but it still hurts. I’m married to a man whom I trust and love, and our sexual preferences mean that one day, we may invite someone else into our bedroom from time to time. Trust is more important than monogamy. We’ve both changed since we were married. We aren’t as skinny as we used to be. I don’t wear makeup every day anymore. But it doesn’t matter. We love each other as whole people – not as an attractive combination of body parts.  Our love is more than a raw sexual passion. I use a tag on this site – marital bliss – you’ll note that those posts aren’t all about being naked. I mean, some of them are… but you get my point.

“I believe that family is worth more than money or gold”

I don’t think that I need to elaborate much on this one. If there is any one of you who disagrees with this statement I will say that I cannot fathom, at all, what you are thinking. I’d add to this list that my friends? My friends fall just beneath my family. Money is farther down… and only important in that it allows me to provide for my family, and my friends.

“I believe in love surviving death into eternity”

I believe in Heaven, or some version of it. I believe that we will see our loved ones again. I believe that I will be able to look down & watch over my loved ones when I die.  Barring that, then at least let me wander the earth as a ghost of some sort so I can scare the bejeezus out of anyone trying to hurt my friends or family. Or both. I’m good with both.

In all seriousness though – I don’ t think love stops when we die. Those who are living continue to love us, and I believe that those who pass to wherever, or whatever, the Other Side is, continue to love us as well.

Full lyrics

I believe the sun should never set upon an argument
I believe we place our happiness in other people’s hands
I believe that junk food tastes so good because it’s bad for you
I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do
I believe that beauty magazines promote low self esteem
I believe I’m loved when I’m completely by myself alone

I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can’t appreciate real love ’til you’ve been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don’t know what you’ve got until you say goodbye

I believe you can’t control or choose your sexuality
I believe that trust is more important than monogamy
I believe your most attractive features are your heart and soul
I believe that family is worth more than money or gold
I believe the struggle for financial freedom is unfair
I believe the only ones who disagree are millionaires

I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can’t appreciate real love ’til you’ve been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don’t know what you’ve got until you say goodbye

I believe forgiveness is the key to your own happiness
I believe that wedded bliss negates the need to be undressed
I believe that God does not endorse tv evangelists
I believe in love surviving death into eternity

I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can’t appreciate real love ’til you’ve been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don’t know what you’ve got until you say goodbye

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