I had a light bulb moment just now. Every once in a while I'll think about how it seems that the rate of cheating in relationships has gone up. I don't know if it is actually true. I haven't done any statistical studies or anything but for the purpose of my light bulb moment I'm going to say that it has.

My thought is now that people cheat because they have few other interests or hobbies that they are passionate about. Now I believe that this could be discredited because a lot of different types of people cheat.

One story comes to mind. A friend's boyfriend was going out of the country for several weeks and one of her coworkers said that it was basically unavoidable that he was going to cheat on her while she was away. Yea......

So this leads me to think, why would sex with someone besides your partner be the first thing on your mind when you are in a new country with all the sites to see, food to eat and culture to enjoy? And then why would it be your first thought when you're at home when you could read a good book, watch a good movie, make delicious food, enjoy the outdoors, go out with friends, shop, etc etc.

Maybe that's just me and my strong moral character :) but people need to get some hobbies!

I really want a new digital camera. I have an older clunky one that takes way to long in between pics and uses AA batteries. Even though I can recharge them you take one pic and all the juice is gone. Also when i leave the camera in my purse the nob on the top turns and it turns on depleting the battery completely.

This is the one I would really like. The newest blog I'm reading has pictures from the camera and they are amazing!

Even though no one reads this blog. Maybe someone will buy it for me :)

Dust in the Wind

This song will forever remind me of the movie Old School!

"you're my boy Blue!"

Sick Sense

First off, I search "sick" on photobucket.com and the majority made me almost puke all over my keyboard. For this post you will have to use your own imagination.

Anyways, this weekend boyfriend and I went to an early St. Patrick's day party. I was pumped to wear my cute green shirt. And I had made green rice krispie treats that I really just wanted to eat all by myself.

We get there, we chat, I make some drinks, we eat and then people start really showing up. The house starts to get packed, the music gets louder, as do the voices. Then one of boyfriend's friends who just got his wisdom teeth out starts to bleed, and my face gets hot and my belly turns. I make a quick exit and get some air.

With no place to sit a large group of us are standing in the kitchen, some leaning against the stove. The smell of gas starts to get stronger and stronger. We inform the owner of the house who experiments and finds out with a quick small explosion that one of the burners is leaking. The gas is turned off.

Mind you I'm still feeling a little queasy. Then people want to talk and I really can't think of any interesting things to say because I'm trying to concentrate on not puking. I inform boyfriend and he tends to my needs and says that we can leave at any time. Ten minutes later I throw in the towel and we leave.

I find out today that we left at just the right time because one of the kitchen folk soon puked all over and drama was created by one of the more attention seeking friends.

I had plenty of fun laying in bed in my new pjs (gotta love target!) watching a movie and being taken care of by boyfriend.

Keeping Busy

I've been reading several blogs today and they all mention writing blogs at work. I don't know if it's just the position of my computer screen that makes me weary doing this or my staunch work ethic but I just don't think I could do this all day a couple of times a week.

Most of my creative thoughts occur while I'm at work. Even though I tell myself "oh write about that later" I just forget/get lazy when I get home.

The other thing that I notice when I read other people's blogs is that single people seem to have a hell of a lot more interesting things to write about! Not to say that I don't enjoy my life just the way it is, but I don't think the world wants to hear about how I washed my dog and made dinner for my boyfriend this past weekend.

Maybe it's just that I can relate to all those crazy single stories and they hold a special place in my heart.