Beyond Babedom

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Only the Lonely

College. In my dorm room. Alone. Lonely. Miserable.

High school. Saturday night. At the side of the dance floor. Lonely.

The crowded disco. No one asking me to dance. Lonely.

Today. In my kitchen. Alone. Happy.

What’s the difference between being alone and being lonely? Why are some people lonely even when they’re not alone? Sometimes I think the more you need to be with people, the lonelier you are. Read the rest of this entry »

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Let’s Get Married – or Break Up

This post isn’t about forcing a decision, but  rather about forcing a realization. Which is why I invited my significant other to move in so we could decide unequivocally if we wanted to get married – or break up.

And that was the only choice. I mean, really, if you can’t figure out after 6 months whether or not it’s working, that says it all. Read the rest of this entry »

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What’s Mine Isn’t Yours

I don’t care what anyone says; I want my own money. I don’t want to get (or give) an “allowance” or to have to answer for every pair of shoes I buy (which would mean a whole lot of explaining). No, I want financial independence from everyone – including my husband. Which is why I’m still happily married. Read the rest of this entry »

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Sub Zero

When I was in high school with maybe a 24 inch waist, I wore a size 5/6 and sometimes a size 7/8. Now I weigh more than a tad more (some things I don’t share. . . ) and guess what? I still wear an 8! And sometimes a 6! And sometimes a 10. And now someone with a 24 inch waist wears a 0.

No, ladies, they aren’t making them smaller. Females, that is. They’re just making clothes bigger, so you and I can make believe we still wear the same size as we used to. Read the rest of this entry »

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Here Comes St. Jude!

When was the last time someone unexpected came to your house? When I was a kid,  once a year the old man (old to me, at least) who was collecting for St. Jude’s Hospital showed up at the door. We would yell “St. Jude is here!” and my father would bitch and moan under his breath because, Read the rest of this entry »

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