Baking Up Less Stress

Red velvet cupcakes. Cream cheese coffeecake. Banana Nut bread.

My recent confections have been the result of a much needed stress reliever as of late. I first fell in love with baking after taking a home-ec style course in high school.

There is just a special type of satisfaction of going step-by-step and creating something delicious. The instant satisfaction of knowing you did this!

In times of great stress and uncertainty, baking is my outlet. Like some who diet or cut themselves (I don’t condone that!) baking has been my way of having a sense of control when everything else in my life seems out of reach.

What is your creative outlet or stress reliever?

Do Privacy Rules Apply to Wallets?

I had made an earlier posts about the privacy and respect of going through a boyfriend or girlfriend’s cell phone. I believe that it is that person’s right not to have to share it with their significant other but there should be respect knowing he or she shouldn’t hide things from the other person either. The situation varies by relationship but I trust my boyfriend Jay enough not to go through his phone and he has never made an effort to hide his phone from me.

I woke up this morning with a text from Jay saying that he had left his wallet in my truck. So I am now in possession of his wallet and am tempted to look through it but I am faced with the dilemma of whether or not the same privacy rules for cell phones apply to wallets?

What privacy rules do you have for your boyfriend or girlfriend’s wallet and cell phone? Would you hold the same standards for your possessions?

You Do You? Huh?!

Three words. Simple yet vague.

I was watching an episode of MTV’s Sixteen and Pregnant and I heard one of the baby daddy’s response to everything the mother of his child was saying with these three words. You do you. Really?

What does “you do you” really mean? I have no clue. Well, maybe a slight clue. I do my own thing. Right?

I have come to the conclusion that YDY is the equivalent of the male version of a girls’ “whatever” because it really doesn’t have a true meaning or point. Nothing is accomplished and nothing solved. Basically its a brush off response for a guy not wanting to deal with the problem at hand or he just may not even care.

What does YDY mean to you? Is there an overused term that really bothers you? Or a word that really doesn’t mean anything? Do you use these three words and would like to clarify its meaning?

Getting Hit On: Flattered or Offended?

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The oddest things have been happening lately: I’ve been getting hit on by guys at work lately. Granted, these aren’t Grade A-take home to my parents- type of guys, but nonetheless its happening. One guy called me “mean” for not giving him my number and the other said he was going to marry me. Ugh, no…

I had hit a dry spell for a while and thought maybe I’ve grown ugly or just seem unapproachable. First off, I am in a committed relationship but I think deep down every person yearns to feel the attention of being hit on or complemented by a person of the opposite sex (or same sex, if that is your preference). My dilemma is that I secretly like the gratification of appealing to the opposite sex but at the same time I often feel offended or disgusted by being judged like a piece of meat.

Sometimes I feel like Starburst: A big contradiction!

Am I the only one that secretly likes being hit on but comes off as offended? Do you feel flattered or offended by the attention? Funny stories or weird encounters?

“Don’t Cry” because the MV ruined the song…

Have you ever loved a song so much you played it on repeat continuously and even contemplated turning it into a ringtone? But then, you saw the music video for it and it somehow lost a bit of that magical spark that made you love the song so much?

Enter: Park Bom of 2ne1′s “Don’t Cry”

Cohabitation: The end or new beginning?

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Living with family is pretty tough at times. Living with roommates can be even trickier. Now factor in living with your significant other.

My boyfriend Jay and I are getting pretty serious. We are discussing marriage and moving into an apartment together. Initially, I was very excited. I’d be able to see him everyday and have the hot sex/makeout sessions anytime I want…AND we’d also be able to get to know each other on a deeper level. To be able to finally have the ‘happy ending’ and start our family life together is something I didn’t imagine would be possible given our circumstances. It’s finally coming together : )

Then in the back of my mind, I’m kind of terrified. I’ve lived with my parents for the last 24 years of my life so it is kind of hard to let go of my safety net. I’m also scared that some of my habits or bed head might scare him off.

What do you think of cohabitation? Before or after marriage? Is it normal to be hesitant about moving in together?

The end is near…or is it?

At work today I was told that I should repent all my sins before tomorrow so that I will have a spot in heaven or forever be stuck on Earth to battle Satan’s demons and zombies?!?

Ok, so I am not super religious or very religious at all. I respect other people’s opinions and religions but for some reason I find this all pretty ridiculous. I guess we can only wait and see if I have another post after tomorrow…

If the world really did end tomorrow, would you rather be here on Earth battling zombies or in Heaven? Would you have any regrets?