Miss March on LAFS

Happy Thanksgiving, readers!

Well, I do apologize for the lack of posts lately. Besides teaching, I’m a graphic design consultant, as well as run two businesses and just started up another venture; I’m a tad busy. And, if you couldn’t already tell I, a) have a problem saying no to people when it comes to helping with events, and b) obviously don’t like any free time on my hands.

Anyhow, ColoradoBoy is officially gone. He went back to CO for a month and isn’t really even sure if he’s coming back. Everyone keeps asking me how I’m doing with him gone, and I just laugh. Yes, we dated for four months, but it didn’t really feel like we were dating. We’re friends, first and foremost; he wasn’t ready for anything serious and God knows I’m not either, so we simply had a good time together. Do I miss him? Sure, I miss having a friend around. Do I really miss him? No. He was impossible to contact in between our times hanging out, his sister hated me, and he kept switching plans towards the end because said sister made plans which usurped our plans. I think it was really important I met him. He tried very hard to grow with me and he did learn a lot about relationships in our time together. He’s a great guy, and I think it’s cute and funny we met on Match.com–neither one of us are really online dating people (despite my past experience with it). I wish him well, and I wish him love; I do hope we stay in touch, he’s a well-meaning and good soul, just has some growing up to do.

Romeo and Juliet were said to have had LAFS.

This week I have seen and heard of two cases of “love at first sight.” Remember my Aunt’s friend K, who is like an aunt to me? She met some guy at a concert, it was totally love at first sight, and now, a month later, they are talking about spending the rest of their life together. I saw them both at T-giving yesterday and she couldn’t have been glowing any stronger, she looked gorgeous, in love, and totally over the moon. The look he was giving her was priceless. I couldn’t be happier for her! Another family member spent some time in Brazil last year and met a girl one night; well, though they only met one night, they fell for each other and have kept up a long distance relationship for about six months now. They’ll be seeing each other again soon, and there’s even marriage talk!

Okay, a part of me (the cynical part) doesn’t want to believe any of this. I mean, how can you fall in love with someone before you even know if they snore or not? Right. However, if you don’t already know, I’m a pretty spiritual person, and I really do believe that sometimes, once in a blue moon, two souls are meant to be together. I don’t think everyone will experience LAFS (love at first sight), nor should they, but some people, I believe, are really and truly meant to be together. Life can be very mysterious at times, and sometimes you don’t know the reason for things until you look at life in retrospect; perhaps you don’t realize it, but your path is leading you to your soul-mate (lover or friend). While it’s easy to be skeptical and judge, I think we have to also keep in mind that true love and LAFS does happen sometimes (and it could happen to someone you know!).

What are your thoughts on Love At First Sight?

PS. Update from T soon! (she doesn’t know it yet, but she’ll be updating us on something cool!)

Miss March: T Writes from the Battlelines!

Hey all, special treat today! T‘s been online dating and I’ve asked her to share here with us, her first experience meeting a man she met online. I’ll be back in the next few days! Thanks T!

I have a confession.

Well, I guess, a couple. The first is that I am currently watching the My Super Sweet Sixteen Movie. Don’t judge me!  The second is much bigger, and only a few of my closest friends know.

I am a registered user on not just one, but two online dating sites. I have a profile on each. After getting my heart broken about a year and a half ago, dating a really great guy for about 4 months somewhere in there (who unfortunately could never be more than a rebound, though I did care for him very much and wish him all the best), this is the first time I’m really coming to terms with the idea that I am actually, finally ready for a relationship.  However I work in a creative field a little bit void of straight men, and thus… dating sites. Which I swore I would never do, after a jarring experience last September.

From this, I met TheLawyer.  He is the only one I have had a date with so far. Let me tell you a tale… gather ’round, friends of Miss March.

If you ask any of my friends, they will tell you – while laughing – that I have a type. I like them maybe a few pounds overweight (negotiable), glasses, a big smile, bearded/stubbled (which is funny because I hate facial hair typically, however every man I’ve loved has had it!), and an intellectual.  So when Lawyer messaged me, it seemed like a hit. He was funny, a bit of a geek about music, older, glasses, stubbled, and smart. A slightly bearded bespectacled intellectual. After exchanging some e-mails and a few flirty gchats, I happily agreed to meet him for a drik after work on Wednesday.

It started off well enough – he set the place for where we’d meet.  In my group, I am typically the one making arrangements, so it felt great to take a break from it. I met up with him, and on a purely (and ashamedly) superficial level – he’s so short. My height. And I’m little. The place he found was totally packed, so we crossed the street to a sort of more upscale place. He was impossible to talk to in person, I felt like I had to pull the conversation out of him. However, I eventually got him started on a topic he was interested in – the neighborhoods of Brooklyn. Or, more specifically, the transportation benefits of the various neighborhoods in Brooklyn. He listed every bus and subway that goes to Brooklyn Heights, and making sure to mention that was where he lived with his ex girlfriend… and he knew how long ago they had broken up to the day. Literally. He was very condescending about the fact that I was younger than him, and when I tried to talk about economic policy with him, he dismissed my ideas because I was young. He finished by telling me that he’s been on the Atkins diet for deveral years (despite that he’s very thin) and proceeded to give me tips for how to do it myself.

So, he turned out to kind of be an asshole. I’ve been talking to a couple other guys, and hopefully my dates with them will be more promising. However, as my first real attempt back out there, newly healed heart and mind… it was a little jarring. Will they all be so surly?? Please say no!

Miss March Reads The Ethics Section…

From Sunday’s New York Times Magazine, The Ethicist section,

Minutes before my first lunch date with a man I met online, he called to cancel because he was hit by a bicycle and was in the emergency room at Roosevelt Hospital. I later called the E.R. to check on him, and a nurse said he was never there. Weeks after that, I heard about another woman with whom he used the same excuse: hit by a bike; in the E.R. Is it dater beware, or is there an obligation to be honest even online? — BETH ROSE FEUERSTEIN, LONG BEACH, N.Y.

Sounds all too familiar, no?

Beware: men using bicycle accidents as excuses!

To quote myself, about MusicTeach, from July 18th, 2008:

On Thursday I got two text messages from him. One was asking me to come talk to him online. The next said that he had gotten into a sports accident and his face was beaten up. I came online and we chatted. He thanked me for checking in with him and told me that he hadn’t even told his parents’ yet (so I was the first person he told?) and that he was “in hiding and would be for the next few days.” He didn’t make any mention of our day together, which I found odd. Later that night we talked online again. Again, he talked about his accident and told me, three more times, using different terms, that he would be unavailable for a few days because of his accident.

The accident he was referring to was a bike accident. He apparently biked right into a tree and scarred himself up horribly (think: Quasi Modo). However, when I recently saw him, although it had been some time since “the accident,” he had made it sound like he was scarred for good. Did I see any scars? Negative.

Does anyone know this Beth Rose Feurstein? I would love to find out this guy’s name! She also poses a great question, is there an obligation to be honest, even online? I say of course there is–but, apparently many people don’t have the same morals in the real world as they do on the ‘net (or maybe they do, and that’s doubly scary!)

Miss March Loves Deli Food

Sorry I’ve been so MIA lately–with grades and comments due, things are sort of nutty in crazy-town for Miss March.

CB and I HAVE to get kosher deli food before he leaves!

So, I saw CB last night (after a week where we were both away) and had a great time. He’s going back home for a while soon, so we went over the list of things we “want to accomplish” before he goes away. This list includes going out for kosher food, attending a hockey game, going go-kart racing, bowling, making dinner, and some other meaningless things like helping me pick out a GPS. He is indeed coming back in January, but a part of me feels like it’s ending when he goes away. A month is a long time for people who have only been seeing each other for close to three months (though, even three months with him feels like a great accomplishment! Remember when he was just a name on my Match.com screen? Ah, the good ol’ days!). I am really going to miss him. I know he’s not the one for me, but he’s a great guy, and I do love spending time with him.

Anyway, as I was getting in my car yesterday I said to him, “let’s go on a date soon!” (By the by, let me get the distinction right for you, as he puts it, we are people who “hang out and go on dates” but are not dating. Right-o.) As the words came out of my mouth I realized that I don’t need to go out on a “date” with him because of two things:

a) My favorite times with him are lying around watching Rescue Me, Arrested, Scrubs, and How I Met Your Mother. It’s at these times that we end up having semi-serious life discussions, our goofiest (love the word goofiest) times, and most sincere moments.

b) Neither of us have the money to spend to go out to dinner or The City or what not.

Yet, I do still like going out and doing new things. The museum near us has laser-light shows which may be fun; we could go apple-picking (though I mentioned this and he said, “I don’t really get it. What’s the point? Where’s the fun? Can I climb the trees?”). I need some good ideas for super-cheap (see: FREE) dates. While I love lying around and being silly, sometimes putting on something other than sweats (though, I must be super comfortable with him that I am happy wearing sweats around him…on a regular basis) and going out and doing something new. I find doing new things together super romantic; you’re both in the same boat, trying new things, seeing new sights. Part of me really wanted to go away for the weekend with him. I think we could both use the time away and I’d love to just be away with him and no distractions. Yet, we have no money to go away….Ideas on cheap dates? Fun things to do within ones home?

Question I’ve been getting a lot lately: are you seeing anyone else? Sure. Sort of. I don’t consider myself “seeing” CB–we’re friends, albeit, special friends. I’ve been talking to The Prep a lot. But, as we discussed, it’s been so hard to see him (uh, anywhere except train stations, apparently). He’s a very sweet guy, but I’m not sure about how realistic dating him would be.

Speaking of, I canceled my Match.com account. I have like five more days on it. I’m really okay with this. I’ll still have my account, but I won’t be able to get emails or anything. T is trying a few new dating websites which she’ll update us on soon!

Anything new in your life? Cheap date ideas? Rants? Raves? Do tell!

Miss March Believes in Signs?

I think I’m through with Match.com.

I clicked my “who viewed you” button and saw that someone from my high school had viewed me. Awkward.

I’m taking this as a sign. I’m through with the online dating thing for a while. It was awesome this summer, and I met so many interesting men, but it takes a certain amount of effort and dedication that I just don’t have right now.

In other news; you ever have times when you see certain names pop-up in your life over and over again?

His name was on a gameshow tonight. Weird.

One of the Boys on the Stoop‘s last name keeps coming into my life. It’s not an unusual name, but he’s only the second person in my life that I know with that last name. I’ve been seeing it everywhere: on my textbooks, in movies, and then, while I was working out and watching TV tonight, it was an answer on a game show. I don’t really know what it means, except that perhaps I’m too superstitious or the name is more common than I once thought? I’m not kidding when I say that I see it somewhere new every day…or, perhaps I’m just noticing it more now because of him? Did this ever happen to you?

Any new signs in your life lately?

Miss March’s Sunday Meltdown

He's going back to his native land, and I can't stop crying. Help!

CB told me last night that he’s going back to Colorado for a month. When he comes back, after that month, there’s a huge chance he’ll be joining the military and therefore, I won’t see him for a long, long, time.

I knew about the military stuff. He told me that right off that bat, when we first met. But, for some reason, as we were driving last night and he nonchalantly told me he’s staying in Colorado from Thanksgiving to New Years, I nearly burst into tears.

And now I still can’t stop crying.

I don’t get it.

The facts are these:

I think he’s great.

I adore being with him.

We have an amazing time together.

He’s smart, calm, sweet, safe, and makes me happy.

But, I also know he’s not the man of my dreams. He’s not the person I’m supposed to end up with (I just know; I knew this about Admiral Adama too). In a way, by him leaving, it’s going to free up my world a little for other men; however, I’m really happy with this friendship CB and I have. It’s nice to have someone nearby to stop over and see, and hang out with. Yesterday we went bowling and acted like kids and had the time of our lives. We’re content to sit and watch TV and laugh, or go out and people watch, or discuss politics (he’s still unsure on who he’s voting for….eeks).

On paper, I can see why I’m crying, at least a little–but, what the hell is with this wave of sadness? When I met Admiral Adama I fell (granted, I was 19) head over heels for him. I knew I loved him (in the largest capacity I could love) right after we started dating. It was just this feeling that came over me; that gut feeling where you know you love someone. But, with CB, I have none of that. Maybe I’m just sad to lose one of the nicest friends I’ve made in a long time.

But, something tells me that there’s a deeper, bigger, issue here. I mean, he told me he was leaving for a month, and I said I was sad and would miss him and he said yeah, the same. We had a great rest of the night together, but right before I was set to leave, I nearly fell apart. I cried the whole way home. It’s not like he broke up with me! It’s not even like he’s leaving tomorrow. Why am I still crying?

I lay in bed for a long time this morning thinking about the “bigger issue” here. Do I miss my grandfather? Am I scared about my future? Am I scared of being lonely with no CB house to run to? Yes to all these. But, why the tears and sobbing last night? We’ve only been “hanging out” two and a half months!

And this could be part of the issue too: I know we’re friends, but I’m not really sure how exactly he feels about me. He’s a very calm, unemotional person. I know he cares about me. He sure enjoys being with me and kissing me; but, I want to know what’s going through his head. Sometimes we get nostalgic and cutesy and say we’re “dating” and talk about our “first date,” but most of the time we just say we’re friends and hanging out. It’s confusing, perhaps?

Readers, you’ve been following me a while now, reading about my life and such, so, in your opinion, what’s with all these tears? Is it simple enough that I care about a man and he’s leaving and that sucks or is there more to it?

Miss March Doesn’t Confront the Past (and is okay with that!)

So, it finally happened.

Last night CB and I went to see Religulous (which was awesome, by the way). We had a lot of time to kill, so we sat outside (the smell of Fall was just in the air!) the indie movie theater and talked about life for a while.  We were watching people walk by when all of the sudden I had this weird premonition. If you know me, you know that I tend to get flashes of premonitions once in a while and then all of the sudden the thing will happen.

Well, sure enough. Out of the corner of my eye I see this tan baseball cap. I look at the face and my stomach dropped.

“Um, that may or may not be the guy who screwed me over this summer,” I whispered to CB.

He asked if I wanted to go inside and see if it was him, but I really didn’t. I was super confused. All I wanted to do all summer was confront him (especially if he was with another girl, which he was), but now I couldn’t even recognize his face. Was it him? Was it not him? We walked into the lobby and I sort of followed him into the snack area. It felt good knowing that CB was just a few feet behind me. I walked over to the snack counter and tried to get a closer view of his face. When he turned around, I knew.

Well, if it isn’t good old, MusicTeach.

I looked back to CB (and side note: did I feel bad watching this guy on my “date” with CB? A little. Did CB understand my need to do it? Completely. Hence, he’s my friend first) and he waved me on.

What would I say? Go up to him and be like, “Hey asshole?” I still wasn’t even 100% sure it was him. What was wrong with me that I couldn’t remember it was him? However, as they say in Pushing Daisies (love it!), The facts were these: wearing the same baseball cap, same body type, same brooding eyes, hair color…and earlier in the night I thought I had seen his car in town, but had blocked it from my memory. The only thing which didn’t match up for me was his nose, but he had a weird nose anyway (and according to the “account” from him, he messed up his nose in that “biking accident” he had; the accident which supposedly scarred him…did I see any scars? Yeah, no).

I sat down next to CB and MusicTeach walked right by; he looked me right in the eye and showed no sign of recognition. Yes, my hair was up, and he never saw it that way, and yes, I was wearing a fleece and jeans, and he only saw me in shorts and dresses…um, but, no sign in his eyes? Maybe my readers were right (see comment: “something is just off about this music teacher guy. i would stay away”…to which I didn’t really listen) and there was something seriously off about him. He was with a blond girl. I called J and she gave the same response CB gave: go throw something in his face. Ha, I wish. However, looking back in retrospect, I’m glad I didn’t say or do anything; who knows what his reaction may have been.

Also, I’m glad I didn’t go up to him and say the wrong thing; or get nervous and look like a fool. I was actually pretty calm about the whole thing. It was funny, too, because I sent out a mass text to J, T, and A about it, and also sent it to Admiral Adama. He was the first to respond, and he asked if I was okay and was CB with me. It was a really nice text to get from him. Yes, this whole debacle was on my mind the whole night. I knew it was going to happen. I just knew it. I had that feeling.

Anyway, he looked crappy, and I was with a bigger, more handsome, and masculine man. Plus, I looked all adult in my teacher clothes. He looked like a bum. Not for nothing, but that sort of brings a smirk to my face. I wonder if he recognized me at all. Or if he went home and thought, “I know her from somewhere…” (uh yeah, Musicteach, you spent over $300 on dinner for me…and a book…and cds…).

One of the reasons I love this blog is because while writing this entry, I was looking back on my old posts about MusicTeach. Boy, was I in denial about that. He was a jerk. However, I was duped. He really led me on (you don’t talk to someone from midnight to 8am on the phone about your life and then pretend it never happened, right?) in many ways. He also made me feel like an idiot, and screwed up my trust in other men. Bravo, MusicTeach.

All in all, one of the weirdest nights, ever.

Did anyone else have a weird night? I’m going to go read my horoscope and see if it says anything about this weird energy!

Miss March Gets Creepy Emails…

Okay, kids, it’ time for “creepy emails from Match.com” update.

Just received this and thought I’d share:

Subject: If You Promise

Email: to wear a sexy dress – I would love to invite you to dinner with me Friday evening…

Um, what if I don’t want to wear a sexy dress, let alone meet you? I love presumption, don’t you?

Anyone else get any creepy online dating emails lately?

Miss March Googles Away!

So, I did something last night which, surprisingly, I haven’t done yet.

I Googled some of the boy’s I’ve been seeing.

And, I gotta tell ya: the results were pretty tame. We got one boy whose college graduation list came up, along with some athletic stuff from high school; everyone’s LinkedIn (Apparently, HSBF is a stock trader, who knew?!); but the best page I found was for a guy I’m hoping to go out with again. He’s a little older than me and runs his own company. On our date he told me how proud he was of his website, but of course, I didn’t think to actually go look for it. Well, his website for his company not only has the cheesiest picture of him ever on it, but a little, miniature, version of HIM that walks onto the screen, hands in pockets, cute face et al. and tells you about his company. Mind you, I was Googling in the wee small hours of the morning, and the last thing I expected was for his voice to come booming out of my computer, so after my initial shock and falling off chair, I laughed pretty hard. Honestly, it’s a great tactic to get people to use your company; he is pretty adorable, young, and sweet sounding. It does all come through on the screen with his little walking man.

Why all the sudden Googling? Well, J and I were hanging out last night and she Googled herself and this very creepy website came up. Apparently she once commented on a pretty famous dating blog, and someone was out to get the blogger, so they literally looked up all the people who commented on the blog and got enough information about each person to be extremely unsettling; complied it all onto a website, and then commented on each person who had commented (and these were not nice, totally scary, and unjustifiable things that had no basis in reality whatsoever). It had J’s full name, her blogs, her college and year of graduation; we were a little more than freaked out. So, we worked on disabling a lot of the links and such, and we Googled our way into early morning to see what else we could find.

But, it got me thinking, “Who’s Googling me?” I Google my name often because I do a lot of things and work with children, so I like to make sure everything is clean. But, there’s always something new. Last night I Googled myself and came upon a weird site that had pulled a picture of mine from one of my websites. Great. It had my full name attached to it. I guess the lesson here is don’t put your full name anywhere on the internet. Right. But, I already do that. That was the most annoying part about J’s problem too; we watch our backs like hawks, but it’s the other colleges, people, articles that post full names and then everything comes up. Not to mention that I have a really unusual name, so it’s not like it could be someone else when it comes up on Google. I wonder if any of the men I go out with Google me before dates. They would find some fun stuff to talk about, so it’s not like I mind much, but isn’t it funny to think that someone may know your whole “internet persona” before they actually go on a date with the real you? It’s like a whole new world with this stuff and dating. Blind dates aren’t really blind anymore; they’re like blindfolded and peeking through the corners a bit. But, all in all, I guess the smart move is to Google someone before you google someone, right? Although it is presumptuous to believe everything you read, sometimes it’s smart to double check that a person actually did go to college where they said they did, or work where they say they do. Perhaps the way to a man’s heart is through what you find on Google?

Do you google yourself? How about your dates, do you Google them? Ever find anything interesting?

Miss March Ponders Your Comments

Here’s the thing I love about keeping this blog: I love the comments from my readers. So, when I received two very thought provoking comments yesterday, I took some time, alone, to contemplate, think, and analyze what these comments mean to me. I love this blog because sometimes, the truth really does come out in writing. For example, looking over my entries about MusicTeach, I get a better sense of how weird the whole situation was, whereas at the time I was sort of wrapped up in it. So, I really do take to heart the comments and suggestions that my readers take the time out to leave.

I sat and thought about these comments, much like the woman in this amazing Picasso painting.

I can totally understand how the post, Miss March’s Newest Revelations, came off as me sounding dependent, not over Adama, and not ready to really be with other men, however I think it also was sort of a post written in a time of haste, confusion, and frustration. I do agree with both commenters in that I need some time alone to sort of mull over everything that has happened this summer, figure out what I want, etc. However, that time is sort of built into my life; the majority of the reason for all these dates and seeing men is that it’s summer and I’m off for the summers, so I’m taking this time to live it up and enjoy my time off. Once September rolls around, I’m not going to be going out to the extremes that I am now. I’m simply enjoying my time off this moment. But, yes, I agree with you here, I do need alone time, for sure!

As for my issues with Adama, I don’t not want to get over him (wow, that was tough to type); I am, for the most part, over him. We were always long distance, so I always stayed very true to myself and independent. I’m not going to lie, there was once a time, long ago, when I was dependent on him for “fixing me” and “making it all okay,” but as J pointed out, this was also in response to me doing the same for him. For a long time we were sort of all each other had, and we had to help each other out, a lot. But, as I got older and we realized our selves more, I re-found my independence and stopped relying on him to be Mr. Fix-it. There’s no feelings to face with Adama, no closure to be had, nothing to clear up; we ended on a fantastic note, and we’re where we are supposed to be. Sure, I think when I started this blog I wasn’t fully over him, but that’s simply because I started it not long after we officially broke up. I couldn’t have asked for a better way to end things with him. Again, not going to lie here: it’s weird not being with him, yes. It’s weird to not be someone’s girlfriend, yes. But am I over him? Yes.

So, why then did I write “I’m afraid if I go a week without a date I’m going to fall apart” in last nights post? Well, my amazing readers caused me to stop and really consider this. So, thank you. I sat down and thought, am I truly going to fall apart or do I just think I’m going to? And here’s the honest answer: I am the type of person who anticipates the anticipation; I am afraid of falling apart, but I know, in my heart of hearts, that I’m not going to. It’s actually quite the opposite for me. I know I’m okay with it all; I don’t feel any remorse or regret about the breakup. In fact, sometimes I stop and think, “Wow, that was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.” And the decision has less to do with the actual Adama than with the idea of him; he wasn’t the one for me, and we both knew that. If I had stayed with him, it would have been playing the safe card, and I didn’t want that for my life. Again, I thank my readers for making me question myself and think. I’m stronger than I thought, and sometimes I forget that.

Now, as for the dependency issue, I’m not someone who is dependent on people for guidance, reassurance, etc. The idea of being dependent on someone was knocked out of me very early on in life; simply because I don’t trust many people. People leave, they change, their feelings change; and I learned early on in life that if you depend on someone (other than perhaps, a sister or very best friend!), you may very well get disappointed. If you told me tomorrow that I couldn’t go on a date for a year, I’d be totally okay with it. If you told me tomorrow I couldn’t have Tasti D Lite for a year, I’d be upset (should that be a concern?). But, again, your comments made me really stop and think, “Am I a dependent person and didn’t realize it?” But, my answer is no. Yes, at the beginning, when we broke up, I was substituting new men for Adama (who doesn’t do that, to some degree? It’s called a rebound for a reason!), but I can reassure you that now I am not. I’m having a great time (despite the depressive overtones to the last post). I enjoy going on dates, even though they can get frustrating, yes. I’m not addicted to dating, nor to men. And, believe me, I really thought about this today. While driving I thought, if I had to give it up today, would and could I? My inner voice screamed, “Uh, duh! You’d be totally fine!” And I know I would be.

So, thank you to my readers who care enough about Miss March to comment and question me. I truly appreciate it. Your comments stuck with me and made me think, consider, agree and disagree, and that is the true sign of growth. Thank you for helping me grow.

Now, while I’m not dependent on people (for the most part!), here’s a list of things Miss March is totally and utterly dependent on:

1. Tasti D Lite: I can’t live without it. Talk about addictions, today I double checked that the girl behind the counter added peanuts to both top and bottom of the cup. She looked at me really funny.
2. J: I am totally dependent on my sister. And I’m not afraid to say that.
3. Splenda: I am a Splenda-holic, yes. The little yellow packets light up my day. Kidding.
4. The Teachers Edition of my textbook: For a first year teacher, this thing is like God in binding.
5. Music: I can’t go a whole day without listening to something I love; usually it’s Paul Simon’s Graceland.
6. Treadmill: Every morning the treadmill and I have a hot date. It keeps me feeling good about myself!
7. Cell Phone: I carry my phone everywhere with me. I panic if it’s not near me. Healthy, right? Ha.
8. Tote bags: I. can’t. live. without. my. L.L. Bean. tote. bags. Enough said. Sturdy, strong, holds everything. I have one in every size and color. And I really do use them all!
9. Bobby pins: With the new short haircut, I can’t live without at least one pin in my hair at all times.
10. Sleepsound: I can’t sleep without any noise! Thank god for my noise machine; it really is my best friend.

Again, thank you for the awesome comments. Please keep reading and telling me what you think! 🙂

What have you been dependent on lately? Do tell!