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Note...Going forward in this post, fart will be referred to as flatulence, its biological term. It's human to be flatulent. Girls are human too. I was discussing this topic with a friend of mine the other day. "Men don't like their girl to be human", she said. Girls shouldn't burp. They shouldn't flatulate. They can't scratch their head or itch their thighs. They should have their arms and legs cleaned till the last hair has been pulled out and their eyebrows nicely arched. Only then they are humans. Rather, attractive humans. If you flatulate and you are a girl, you are not an attractive human. But if you flatulate and you are a man, you are perfectly human...attractive or not is a different case here, but human none the less! This issue of flatulence has been a grey area for lot of couples. Some are highly comfortable in breaking the wind in each other's presence, for others its a strict no-no! For some its a step towards increased intima...

Eight

March 27, 2013

Eight, huit, ocho, acht...this is the number of pregnancy announcements I've heard in the last two days. I am thrilled for Every. Single. One...of those eight beautiful announcements and those eight beautiful women. I just wish that I was one of those eight. Stacked eight track tapes by Pretty Petal Studio via Etsy

(Almost) Wordless Wednesday

March 27, 2013

“Tattoos have a power and magic all their own. They decorate the body but they also enhance the soul.” Fineline Tattoo - East Village, New York

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March 26, 2013

My trip to New York City was completely amazing but I'm not going to lie....the re-entry to life has been difficult this past two days. After 5 days away I thought I'd return refreshed and ready to jump back onto the work/life wagon...I was wrong. Is it Friday yet? The highlights of my trip were many. But first...I had a moment. When we made it to the hotel, the emotions that had been building the entire day and week came bursting out and I cried and cried. Oh, how I cried! Uncontrollable, sloppy, snotty bawling that pretty much claimed an entire box of tissues. You see, the morning that we left my period started...a full 5 days early. I was crushed. I was sure that this was THE cycle. My emotions got the better of me but I quickly re-grouped and a little voice chimed up saying, “Go splash water on your face and get out! Go and tackle your NYC bucket list head on” And tackle we did! In short, we took in two shows on Broadway, made a visit to the 9/11 Memorial, saw the Statue of...