A couple of years ago I wrote an entry titled Kept Women which drew much ire from the Xanga community. I received over 200 comments, the large majority of them from angry feminists who condemned me for even having such thoughts. The Real Housewives of Orange County - true kept women? Now, since becoming unemployed, I have to wonder if I have become a kept woman. After all, J is the sole bread earner in the household. I admit that it is a comfortable life. Don't get me wrong - by no means do I sit in front of the TV all day eating bonbons. My life now is busier than it's ever been...

A couple of days ago I woke up feeling utterly crappy. I didn't have a fever (yet) but I felt that undeniable sensation of arghh-what-the-heck-is-my-body-up-to-now. As the day progressed a fever developed, and my right cheek was beginning to swell. Not noticeably, but enough that the skin stretched tight and shiny across my cheekbone. Luckily I feel much better now, and the swelling is down. However, that isn't the point of this entry. At the height of my illness I glanced over at J. I then realized that while we have been married for 9 months now, we have yet to write our wills. "Hey," I succinctly stated, "If I'm ever in a horrible accident where my body is only being kept alive by machines,...

Last year, I found out about the White Castle Valentine's Day Dinners. Participating White Castles take reservations for this event. You are greeted at the door by a host/hostess dressed to the nines, who will escort you to your tablecloth-covered, candlelit table. (Pictures from Off The Broiler) It was perfect for us! We immediately made reservations and eagerly awaited our date. However, mother nature had other plans for us - a horrible snowstorm kept us from scarfing down those delectable mini burgers and the inevitable stomachache that follows soonafter. With our first Valentine's Day as a married couple less than a month away, we had been looking forward to making reservations at our local White Castle once again. Then we realized that this year's Valentine's Day...

CNN recently interview our First Lady-to-be, and asked her about her first date with Barack Obama. What a first date! A visit to the Art Institute of Chicago, a stroll down Michigan Ave, an artsy/cultural film, and drinks atop the John Hancock building. I am very fortunate to have experienced all four, and let me tell you that if given the choice, this would've been my ideal first date. (Well, aside from a visit to a Broadway musical. But that's being nit-picky.) I thought back to my first date with J, and I have to admit that it was nowhere near as spectacular. In fact, neither of us can recall a first date, because we had been best friends for months beforehand. I...

A guy friend recently lamented, "It is so hard to find a girl who is a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets." Now I'm pretty sure he didn't mean this in a purely sexual way...