About two months ago, I pre-ordered the re-released prints of the Fifty Shades trilogy. I'd heard nothing but raving reviews about them, and I was excited to get my hands on them.
They came in the mail this week. I opened them up on Tuesday. Before I did, however, I heard a discussion about them on The Bert Show on Q100. Women were calling in who had read them, saying that they were a great love story. I also heard the word "bondage" more than once, and I immediately pictured some twisted serial-killer craziness. Apparently, the books talk about lots of "taboo" things that most women don't talk about, and apparently there are some women in Atlanta very turned on by these ideas. There were women calling in saying that the books helped them spice things up with their own lover. I stayed tuned into my radio, taking in what every radio caller had to say, and I have to admit, it got me curious.
I don't read the passion romance grocery store novels, and I wasn't sure what to expect when I opened the book. But I quickly got sucked in, and before I knew it, I was 350 pages deep. "Fifty Shades" is different. Very different.
It's about a young college graduate, Anastasia Steele, who stands in on a newspaper interview for her best friend, only to come face-to-face with rich bachelor Christian Grey. They're instantly attracted to each other, but there is a problem. Christian is a violent sexual sadist- he thinks of himself as a Dominant, and all of his partners as Submissives. Anastasia is a virgin with no experience at all. The series is about how they find a balance to make it work. There are explicit sex scenes, but they don't come off trashy. The entire storyline is so intriguing.
It's really cool to think about the positions and roles in this book and how they would affect our love lives if we applied them in real life. It's an experiment I plan on putting to the test soon ;)
I just finished Book II, and am moving on to Book III. If you're looking for a new series, I've found it!
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Was that the best I'll ever be?
I know you guys are always like "What in the world" because I bounce from long, wordy posts to quick paragraphs or song lyrics. Sorry- that's just how my brain works. I have a Pin that says, "I think my brain is 70% song lyrics", and this is so true.
That being said, I love when I find a version of a favorite song that I've never heard before. I especially love acoustic songs. I found this piano acoustic version tonight of a Sister Hazel song I used to play on repeat. I hope you love it like I do! Sometimes finding songs like this puts just a little more sunshine in my day. :)
That being said, I love when I find a version of a favorite song that I've never heard before. I especially love acoustic songs. I found this piano acoustic version tonight of a Sister Hazel song I used to play on repeat. I hope you love it like I do! Sometimes finding songs like this puts just a little more sunshine in my day. :)
Sunday, April 15, 2012
You're welcome, by the way, for the eye candy...
"I'm a little drunk on you, and high on summertime..."
It's one month and 3 days until the "My Kinda Party" concert.
I am particularly excited to be in the same 300-foot-radius as Luke Bryan.
I am particularly excited to be in the same 300-foot-radius as Luke Bryan.
I love his voice, his look, his lyrics, his music, his baseball cap, his Hanes T-shirts... and I especially love his last name. :)
You make MY speakers go boom boom!
*sigh* Adorable.
I wasn't really looking forward to the Jason Aldean part of the concert because I think he's kind of a jerk. AND because he only got famous after he remade Brantley Gilbert's best two songs. But this popped up on my Facebook news feed today, and it got me thinking that maybe it might not be so bad if he took off that ridiculously stiff cowboy hat and took a page out of LB's book. Check it out.
That's all. And you're welcome! haha
P.S. To the other Bryan boy in my life- you're still Number One. Don't worry ;)
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
“You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends, and how rare and strange it is, to find in a life composed so much of odds and ends, to find a friend who has these qualities, and gives those qualities upon which friendship lives. How much it means that I say this to you -without these friendships - life, what cauchemar!”
Some people don't talk about their exes, like they're a bad word or a taboo subject and the only person in their life, ever, was their current spouse/significant other.
If you're one of those people, this post might make you uncomfortable. I only have one significant ex-boyfriend. I'm about to talk about him and his wife.
If you'd been an observer at Shawn Chapman funeral home a few weekends ago, you would've seen three people sitting in the back of a parlor room, talking and laughing. Depending on your perspective, the three people could have been a few things. You would have either seen:
1. Me, a really good friend, and her husband
2. Three friends
3. Me, my ex-boyfriend and his wife
My friend Morghen and I have a weird friendship to everyone else but us. We knew each other when we were little, but we went to separate schools and didn't really talk at all until a few years ago, when Facebook started connecting people. She lives nine hours away from me, but we keep in touch through Blogger, Facebook and the occasional text message conversation. (I hate talking on the phone unless it's too much to type.)
Nothing about any of that is weird. The weird part is that she's married to the guy that I once was convinced would be MY husband one day.
Her husband Colby was my boyfriend for over three years. He is also the boyfriend you've heard me refer to as the "fire and gasoline" relationship. Most people wouldn't bother keeping touch with a friend with whom the situation is so awkward.
Here's the thing.
I adore Morghen. Not in any weird, stalker way. I don't talk to her to keep up with Colby. In fact, we rarely talk about him. I adore her because she's a great person. We both love pretty much all the same things in life. We're both crafty; I think we especially bonded over things that involved sharing our ideas. We're both book nerds. We just "click".
Quite some time ago, the bitterness subsided and I began to really want in my heart for Colby to be happy. He was a huge part of my life. I think if you really love someone, you honestly in your heart want them to be happy. If he had married pretty much anyone else, I would have probably disliked whoever it was, to be honest. Before I married Tyler, I wasn't above sabotaging his chances with any girls I didn't like. But when I heard he was dating Morghen, I had a strange sense of peace about their relationship, because I TRULY in my heart love the person that Morghen is. We even had dinner twice while Colby was in Afghanistan.
The only thing that is different about my friendship with her is that I have to be a little more considerate about certain things. In writing "Mine", I can't tell my story with Tyler without talking about Colby. When it comes to that, I've made sure to talk to her about it all first. Not because I need her permission, but because I respect her enough to do so. Our friendship is worth those kinds of precautions, to me.
So when I saw the two of them a few weeks ago, it wasn't weird at all. I sat and talked with them for over an hour without realizing how much time had passed. I never once felt uncomfortable, and I actually think the three of is might have been the most comfortable with the situation out of everyone else in the room.
This is how it happened in my eyes: Colby approached me first with a "Hey girl" and a big hug. Cool. He looked great, and he looked happy.
Then I saw Morghen and was so excited. I haven't seen her in almost three years. I've been busy with a family and she's been busy being a wife. I was pumped to see my long-distance friend and spend some face to face time with her. The person with whom she spends her life is just coincidentally someone that used to be a part of mine.
That night, in my eyes, I was spending time with my friend and her husband, not my ex and his wife. If that makes sense at all.
Why should it always be drama in situations like this? Just because Colby and I used to date doesn't mean that it has to be weird with Morghen and me, or that the two of us shouldn't be friends. It just means we are mature enough to overcome pettiness and appreciate that life does not have to be black and white. If you are fortunate enough to find in life a friend that you treasure, don't let petty things hinder you from truly enjoying that person and the friendship that you have.
If you're one of those people, this post might make you uncomfortable. I only have one significant ex-boyfriend. I'm about to talk about him and his wife.
If you'd been an observer at Shawn Chapman funeral home a few weekends ago, you would've seen three people sitting in the back of a parlor room, talking and laughing. Depending on your perspective, the three people could have been a few things. You would have either seen:
1. Me, a really good friend, and her husband
2. Three friends
3. Me, my ex-boyfriend and his wife
My friend Morghen and I have a weird friendship to everyone else but us. We knew each other when we were little, but we went to separate schools and didn't really talk at all until a few years ago, when Facebook started connecting people. She lives nine hours away from me, but we keep in touch through Blogger, Facebook and the occasional text message conversation. (I hate talking on the phone unless it's too much to type.)
Nothing about any of that is weird. The weird part is that she's married to the guy that I once was convinced would be MY husband one day.
Her husband Colby was my boyfriend for over three years. He is also the boyfriend you've heard me refer to as the "fire and gasoline" relationship. Most people wouldn't bother keeping touch with a friend with whom the situation is so awkward.
Here's the thing.
I adore Morghen. Not in any weird, stalker way. I don't talk to her to keep up with Colby. In fact, we rarely talk about him. I adore her because she's a great person. We both love pretty much all the same things in life. We're both crafty; I think we especially bonded over things that involved sharing our ideas. We're both book nerds. We just "click".
Quite some time ago, the bitterness subsided and I began to really want in my heart for Colby to be happy. He was a huge part of my life. I think if you really love someone, you honestly in your heart want them to be happy. If he had married pretty much anyone else, I would have probably disliked whoever it was, to be honest. Before I married Tyler, I wasn't above sabotaging his chances with any girls I didn't like. But when I heard he was dating Morghen, I had a strange sense of peace about their relationship, because I TRULY in my heart love the person that Morghen is. We even had dinner twice while Colby was in Afghanistan.
The only thing that is different about my friendship with her is that I have to be a little more considerate about certain things. In writing "Mine", I can't tell my story with Tyler without talking about Colby. When it comes to that, I've made sure to talk to her about it all first. Not because I need her permission, but because I respect her enough to do so. Our friendship is worth those kinds of precautions, to me.
So when I saw the two of them a few weeks ago, it wasn't weird at all. I sat and talked with them for over an hour without realizing how much time had passed. I never once felt uncomfortable, and I actually think the three of is might have been the most comfortable with the situation out of everyone else in the room.
This is how it happened in my eyes: Colby approached me first with a "Hey girl" and a big hug. Cool. He looked great, and he looked happy.
Then I saw Morghen and was so excited. I haven't seen her in almost three years. I've been busy with a family and she's been busy being a wife. I was pumped to see my long-distance friend and spend some face to face time with her. The person with whom she spends her life is just coincidentally someone that used to be a part of mine.
That night, in my eyes, I was spending time with my friend and her husband, not my ex and his wife. If that makes sense at all.
Why should it always be drama in situations like this? Just because Colby and I used to date doesn't mean that it has to be weird with Morghen and me, or that the two of us shouldn't be friends. It just means we are mature enough to overcome pettiness and appreciate that life does not have to be black and white. If you are fortunate enough to find in life a friend that you treasure, don't let petty things hinder you from truly enjoying that person and the friendship that you have.
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