Love should be easy....or it's all about the Q-Tips

Well folks, we are ALIVE and back in business. Not only are we back, we are better, smarter, wiser, and hotter (thank you workouts and Jazzercise!) than ever. Oh, did I mention that our beloved GHE girl has been spending quite a bit of her time on our lovely, not-so-dark side. Yes, reader, the love bug has bitten and her GHF big sister, partner in crime and in writing could not be any happier.

Seeing her happy has made me stop and reflect a little on how I fell in love with my PC (Prince Charming as Breezy puts it) way back when......and it has made me even more grateful for just how awesome he is.


Needless to say, Breezy and I have been a little busy....really....like we-have-not-blogged-since-August-busy. Life is good though and with all that is going on in the world (thank God I have no money to lose!), I am even more grateful for my family, my friends, my job, and most of all, my man.


He is amazing and loving him is easy. I think I have always believed in fate, true love, destiny, whatever....but ever since Matt I have not only believed it, but lived it as well.

Even after more than six years married and almost nine years together, he is still easy on the eyes, easy to get along with, and easy :)....well that's another blog. Even though he's shy and I am not, we just work. He puts up with me -- that can't be easy -- and he never even skips a beat. He makes my life easier by cooking, doing laundry, and making me laugh. He loves me and I love him and we love the life that we share. Does it have to be more complicated than that?

Just the other day, Matt and I went on a date to the movies....oh the joy of a childless house...and we went shopping before hand. When cruising the toiletry aisle, I asked Matt if we needed Q-Tips. He said no, we had some under the sink.

Enough said. We went on to discussing lotion and shampoo....

The next morning, after my daily 5:30am Jazzercise, I came home and began rushing around to get ready for work. After my shower (still rushing), I leaned over to grab one of the final two Q-Tips that were on my side of the sink...or so I thought.

My Q-Tip container -- full -- magically full. Wow! That's my Matty. It seems like something so small and stupid, but, to me, it means the world. Matt saw the need and filled it. It's that easy. The thoughtfulness, the small acts of kindness, the small ways we love and pay attention to each other...this is why it is easy.

I wish this kind of love for Bree and to all women in my life. The easy kind. The free-from-drama kind. The kind that is not afraid to express itself, in words and in actions. The kind that fills up your Q-Tip container. Here's to love....the easier, the better!

What I Learned At 26...My So-Called Life

So, now that I am a whole year older and I think it goes without saying, I'm wiser as well. What I've learned at age 26 is quite a lot and really nothing at all.

I was 26 when I made the typical, cliche move to NYC for love and for an adventure and just like majority of the people who do this, I got burned... BAD! Don't get me wrong, NYC is amazing and it really is the city that never sleeps-however, it is also the city that doesn't pay you enough to live in it, around it or on your own. So the only real solution is, live in NJ (yes, that's New Jersey, which isn't all that bad), move in with your boyfriend and find whatever job comes along, (although the job I had wasn't all that bad either).

Next, become very familar with public transportation, get used to people peeing in the subway and discover all the great hole-in-the-wall places to EAT!!! No wonder, NYC people walk 5 miles a day, with all that food, you really have no choice. Walk or perish!

I also have learned that when moving back home, broken-hearted and hating men, having a series of rebounds, bad dates, losers and all the other freakshows out there that are trying to get into your Iron-Clad Panties (see GHE for this story)-you really have to be patient, keep your eyes and heart open, because eventually, your Prince Charming does come knocking at your door (or your assistant hooks you up with this guy).

I've also learned that my older sister (Madge) has become my new best-friend, partner in crime and hopefully a partner in business (start writing the book, please) and that my life is getting mapped out similar to hers (meeting PC at age 27...getting married..WHOA!).

I've also learned that although living on the darker side of things (I heart sarcasm!), being on this side of the fence can work in my favor. Kissing not only provides endless hours of euphoric ecstacy (cuz I'm back in middle school, writing Dear Diary entries), but it burns calories, helps build your immune system and my skin is glowing (no, I'm not PG-we're kissing for crying out loud). So, maybe there really is something to this whole "GHF" life can be butterflies and rainbows...then again...men are men...PC can turn into TB (tool box) real quick...let's observe and find out :)