Pinky Promise.

The binding made with a pinky promise goes far beyond the verbal agreement. In my family it is the same as writing your name in blood. We take the pinky promise to a whole other level.

Keeping the family tradition intact, I made a pinky promise to myself (yes you can do that), and of course brought my boyfriend in on it. We promised that as our relationship grows we are not going to be that ‘BORING’ couple. We are going to keep things fresh, exciting and romantic.

It is no lie that relationships take hard work. I started dating as a freshman in high school. Back then that was definitely puppy love…how hearts were easily broken, and new distractions prevailed. My first love was in college. Lasted five good and bad years. It took me until the very end to realize that I can’t change someone to be right for me no matter how much we said we loved each other. And you know what happened? He finally did things he always said he was going to do after we broke up. That alone made me realize we were never meant to be.

A man is supposed to want to be his best when he is with you, and he must take action to prove himself. Same for a woman. She must want to be her best with her man, and prove herself through her actions. You can’t just say “I Love You” and call it a day. Love means taking action, showing the person that you care, that you will be with them even through their darkest hour. Not giving up your love so easily, unless there is none left to hold on to. Take the initiative to have a date night. Keep the passion alive because it sure doesn’t stick around if you don’t use it.

There are going to be times when you can’t even stand to be in the same room together, and that’s okay. Every person is their own individual, and somethings you just have to learn to let go. Try not to be so stubborn in your own ways. Being in a relationship is a two-way street. If all else fails in the moment, a lil’ loving never hurts… just don’t let that be the solution to everything. Communication takes patience and the want to find a solution.

I’ve heard stories and seen broken hearts, my own has been broken, and I have broken some hearts myself. It is an unfortunate circle, but a lesson in life. Through my relationships, I have learned of who I am more than any other experience. When you find the right person, during your best or worst, they will build you up and not break you down. That is a very powerful thing. That is worth fighting for.

Ok, seriously who cooks in the relationship?

Is it bad that when I was growing up that I was always thankful for my meal, but I never was the one to be excited to help my Mom cook? I didn’t really become interested in cooking until about my senior year in college. You don’t even need to cook in college with all the amazing food readily available through meal plans. I remember going to the omelet bar and getting a delicious breakfast with all my favorite veggies and meat. Sushi for lunch. Dinner would be a well-balanced meal of fish, rice and veggies. What more could a girl ask for? With a state-of-the-art gym and amazing nutrition, I was looking my best!

It wasn’t until I seriously started dating that cooking started to appeal to me. Many women say, “A man’s heart is through his stomach.” Isn’t that the truth!

Who cooks the best? Is it you? Or your other half? Or is dining out more appealing?

After being blessed with men in my life who know how to cook, I no longer take any meal for granted after experiencing first hand the love and energy it takes. They were the ones that taught me a thing or two.

Truthfully, I love to cook for my man. However, it is a trade off. It’s totally a two way street with me in the kitchen. I cook breakfast, you cook dinner 🙂 That’s how I roll.

BTW, a man behind a grill, is all right with me! Grilled shrimp, salmon kabobs, MMmm!

I’m just blessed to have a man that cooks for me ❤

Bullshit.

I’m annoyed right now.

How is it that I listen to your bullshit day in and day out?

How is it that I let you vent without criticizing you?

It’s because I love you and I know you need someone to listen to you.

But when it’s time for me to vent to talk bullshit- you cut me off. You don’t want to hear it, you say I’m too sensitive.

FOR ONCE WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP AND LISTEN.

Maybe I don’t need to you say anything, maybe I don’t need to you give me advice, maybe I just need you to take it and throw it away for me.

Isn’t that what a relationship is? Granted I don’t bullshit everyday or even every week, I think I’m a pretty positive person…but dammit let me get my bullshit day when I need it.

Big task ahead.

Somehow by the time April rolls around, I will have to convert our garage into a livable space to sleep in. Corey (my boyfriend) will be moving into my Mom’s house, and we will be sleeping in the garage. As horrid as that might sound to you, I’m very excited because I haven’t lived with Corey for the last three years. We lived together the first two, and as you can imagine being separated for three years- after being together for two- was a tremendously hard task. It was a long distance relationship for three years. Through the ups and downs, we have managed to still love each other. Now- we are very excited for the next step!

So back to the garage…the reason why we are going to sleep there is because the only other spare room is my brother’s. He will be graduating high school this summer and heading to Wyo Tech in August and graciously let Corey and I take over his room when he’s off enjoying college life. So the garage is only temporary- but gives us our own “space” for the time being. As of now, the garage is what most people use it for- storage. Piled high with junk, I will have to work my interior designing magic! I’m looking forward to seeing how far my creativeness can bend. 

 Here we go!