Monday, May 20, 2013
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Secondhand Sunday
Sundays are my Secondhand day. I'm basically too lazy to think of anything new to say so I re-post a "vintage" entry.
If you aren't in the mood for repeats, please feel free to change the channel.
"Under the knife"
Original Post Date, June 1, 2011
Yesterday, I took Miss Millie for the surgical evaluation of her torn ACL. We made the 45 minute trip to the specialist and when we got there, Millie was sure to let everyone in the waiting room and inner offices know that there was a Beagle in the house.
AROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Once we got in the exam room, she sniffed around trying to determine what the heck we were doing there. And then, of course, she had to let everyone know where said Beagle from the lobby was.
AROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dr. Surgeon came in and rolled his stool close to me while he asked me about Millie. I explained to him that I had rescued her from the Portage County dog pound and that I realized a few days later, that I had inherited a dog with a football injury.
He leaned in, “My goodness..” and placed his hand on my knee.
Now, normally I would have shot him my “WTF?’ look but hey, ACL surgeries are pretty expensive so I allowed it just in case we needed a discount or payment plan which they clearly didn’t offer as noted on the signs in the waiting room.
“Why don’t you walk her down the hall so I can take a look?” he said.
Oh geez, I thought to myself, are you going to take a look at Millie or me?
“Maybe you would like to take her?” I offered.
“No, then I won’t be able to watch her walk”.
Oh geez. I slooowly walked down the long hallway so that my booty wouldn’t bounce on the way down and the girls wouldn’t bounce on the way back.
The guy touched ME more through the evaluation than he touched Millie but GUESS WHAT??
Since I've been giving her an over the counter joint supplement, she's improved so much that the vet doesn't think she'll need surgery at all! We just need to cut back on our treats so she can lose a few pounds.
AROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, May 18, 2013
C Cleveland
In 1866, Henry Sherwin and Edward Williams founded Sherwin-Williams, the largest producer of paint and coatings in the US. Their headquarters have remained in downtown Cleveland since 1930 and they have a strong commitment to the city and the people of Cleveland.
When LeBron James made his now infamous decision to leave the Cleveland Cavaliers to play for the Miami Heat, the last thing Clevelanders wanted was to drive downtown and see his image splattered across the side of a building, a memory of happier times.
Sherwin-Williams stepped in and created a 10 story high, black and white banner of the Cleveland skyline with the words.
Our home since 1866. Our pride forever.
Take THAT,traitor LeBron.
Sherwin-Williams commissioned local artist, George Vlosich III, to design the banner. Mr. Vlosich is internationally know for his artwork created on an Etch-a-Sketch. Yes, I said Etch-a-Sketch! I'm lucky if I can draw a straight line.
Be sure to check it out the next time you're in town!
When LeBron James made his now infamous decision to leave the Cleveland Cavaliers to play for the Miami Heat, the last thing Clevelanders wanted was to drive downtown and see his image splattered across the side of a building, a memory of happier times.
Sherwin-Williams stepped in and created a 10 story high, black and white banner of the Cleveland skyline with the words.
Our home since 1866. Our pride forever.
Take THAT,
This Spring, Sherwin-Williams created a new banner that they felt was more reflective of the vitality of Cleveland. According to CEO, Chris Connor, "We wanted to demonstrate a feeling of pride and commitment to the city of Cleveland while taking a more colorful approach, especially since our company is a global leader in color. We want to salute the world class companies, natural resources, sports teams, healthcare and cultural institutions that make Cleveland a truly special place for our citizen and visitors alike."
Bravo, Mr. Connor!
Here are some cool facts about the Sherwin-Williams banner:
- The banner is mixed media – a combination of illustration, paint, ink and digital.
- Due to the detailed nature of the piece, the illustration took over 150 hours to create.
- One of the largest Vinyl Mesh wall banners in the U.S.
- The banner consists of 14 printed panels, each 16’ wide before finishing.
- There is a total of 23,320 square feet of printed vinyl mesh material, which is over ½ acre (43,560 square feet) and about half the size of a regulation football field end zone to end zone (football field is 48,000 square feet).
- 7 gallons of ink were used to print the banner.
- Print time was 56 hours.
- 259 grommets are sewn into the banner
- The banner weighs approximately 1800 lbs.
- There are 2,074 feet of welding to join the 14 sections together.
- 322 ratchet straps hold the banner to the building.
- Over 1300 feet of cable attach to the side of the building to support the banner.
- 5830 average size adults could stand on the banner, shoulder to shoulder, assuming each person is approximately 4 square feet across.
Be sure to check it out the next time you're in town!
Monday, May 13, 2013
Buh Bye
Since I gave my notice at work, I'm come to realize that there are two kinds of people in my department. The ones who really like me and the ones who really hate me.
I've shared a lot of personal information here. I've talked about my weight, my sex life, my family, death and my deepest feelings. The one thing I've never talked about is work. It just seemed somehow off limits. I didn't want to talk about people who wouldn't have any recourse and frankly, I didn't want to get fired.
I'm done playing nice in the sandbox. I work for one of the largest healthcare institutions in the state. Hint, it's not the Cleveland Clinic. Comparisons have abounded for years between "us" and "them". They ran a factory style assembly line, bringing patients in and pumping them out without barely knowing their name and we were "the hospital with a heart".
As most organizations do, we've had a few major reorganizations in recent years and the current senior leadership seems to have a hard on for keeping up with the Jones'. The Jones' being the Cleveland Clinic.
Oh, the Clinic is building a hospital in Twinsburg? We better do that, too. The Clinic is building a new outpatient facility in Lake County? Better find some ground for us to build on! The decisions that they are making at all levels don't seem to make much sense. For example, a local businessman donated $30 million dollars to us. A wildly generous gift, for sure, but as all large donations go, a wing or building is named after the donor. In this case, a hospital was built and named after the donor. But the total cost of the hospital was $298 million dollars. Hmmm....where do you suppose that comes from?
We've been forced to cut support staff positions while overpaid physicians are hanging out at the coffee shop on an administrative morning when they should be in the office working. Their egos barely fit through the door and when they do, it's usually just to blame you for something or other that isn't to their liking.
I'm a big advocate of policies and procedures. Oh, this is how it's supposed to be done? Well, then let's do it that way. My position reports to the operations manager so she's sort of like the principal and I'm the assistant principal. Remember how much you hated the assistant principal? Why? Because the assistant principal is "bad cop" telling everyone how things should be done.
My breaking point was in a clinical practice meeting with all 17 docs when one of them asked me for access to a scheduling program that only a handful of people are allowed to access. I tried explaining that to him but he kept interrupting me to tell me how he should be able to have access because he wanted to. In chimed my ops manager, "Don't worry. You can have access to whatever you want."
WTF??
Way to undermine my authority. And she's thrown me under the proverbial bus for a whole bunch of stuff that existed long before I ever started working there. All under the guise of being my "friend". God, women are such bitches.
So, I'm just done.
And I don't think anyone even gives a shit. Except for the aforementioned group that really likes me. But they're outnumbered by the haters. The chairman that I've worked with for 6 years hasn't even acknowledged that I'm leaving. Really??
I can take solace in knowing it's not just me. Two physicians have left and another has given notice because they're tired of the toxic environment that exists in the department. To quote one when I gave my notice. "You go girl! Good for you!"
The system is going to do a study in employee retention because so many people quit within their first year. Duh. You don't need a study. Just ask people.
Will they talk about me and blame me for everything when I leave? I'm quite certain they will. But I'm leaving knowing who I am and what a great job I did and at the end of the day, that's really all that matters.
I've shared a lot of personal information here. I've talked about my weight, my sex life, my family, death and my deepest feelings. The one thing I've never talked about is work. It just seemed somehow off limits. I didn't want to talk about people who wouldn't have any recourse and frankly, I didn't want to get fired.
I'm done playing nice in the sandbox. I work for one of the largest healthcare institutions in the state. Hint, it's not the Cleveland Clinic. Comparisons have abounded for years between "us" and "them". They ran a factory style assembly line, bringing patients in and pumping them out without barely knowing their name and we were "the hospital with a heart".
As most organizations do, we've had a few major reorganizations in recent years and the current senior leadership seems to have a hard on for keeping up with the Jones'. The Jones' being the Cleveland Clinic.
Oh, the Clinic is building a hospital in Twinsburg? We better do that, too. The Clinic is building a new outpatient facility in Lake County? Better find some ground for us to build on! The decisions that they are making at all levels don't seem to make much sense. For example, a local businessman donated $30 million dollars to us. A wildly generous gift, for sure, but as all large donations go, a wing or building is named after the donor. In this case, a hospital was built and named after the donor. But the total cost of the hospital was $298 million dollars. Hmmm....where do you suppose that comes from?
We've been forced to cut support staff positions while overpaid physicians are hanging out at the coffee shop on an administrative morning when they should be in the office working. Their egos barely fit through the door and when they do, it's usually just to blame you for something or other that isn't to their liking.
I'm a big advocate of policies and procedures. Oh, this is how it's supposed to be done? Well, then let's do it that way. My position reports to the operations manager so she's sort of like the principal and I'm the assistant principal. Remember how much you hated the assistant principal? Why? Because the assistant principal is "bad cop" telling everyone how things should be done.
My breaking point was in a clinical practice meeting with all 17 docs when one of them asked me for access to a scheduling program that only a handful of people are allowed to access. I tried explaining that to him but he kept interrupting me to tell me how he should be able to have access because he wanted to. In chimed my ops manager, "Don't worry. You can have access to whatever you want."
WTF??
Way to undermine my authority. And she's thrown me under the proverbial bus for a whole bunch of stuff that existed long before I ever started working there. All under the guise of being my "friend". God, women are such bitches.
So, I'm just done.
And I don't think anyone even gives a shit. Except for the aforementioned group that really likes me. But they're outnumbered by the haters. The chairman that I've worked with for 6 years hasn't even acknowledged that I'm leaving. Really??
I can take solace in knowing it's not just me. Two physicians have left and another has given notice because they're tired of the toxic environment that exists in the department. To quote one when I gave my notice. "You go girl! Good for you!"
The system is going to do a study in employee retention because so many people quit within their first year. Duh. You don't need a study. Just ask people.
Will they talk about me and blame me for everything when I leave? I'm quite certain they will. But I'm leaving knowing who I am and what a great job I did and at the end of the day, that's really all that matters.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Never underestimate the power of one person
I’m sure none of you are strangers to the story of the women who have been held captive for the last 10 years in Cleveland. We native Clevelanders have heard all about the young girls, Amanda Berry and Gina DeJesus, who went missing in the midst of their regular daily lives. Gina was walking home from school and Amanda was walking home from work when they suddenly disappeared without a trace. We saw the agony on their families faces, pleading for help in finding their daughters and we watched the annual vigils of family and friends on the local news as the crowds behind them became smaller and smaller.
They slowly became “those girls who went missing” and they left our thoughts until once again, the vigils were held and we silently hoped that the families could accept that the girls just weren’t going to be coming home. But the families never gave up faith that both would be found alive and Amanda’s mother died believing that someday….someday her daughter would be home.
And thanks to the heroic efforts of a modest man named Charles Ramsey, both girls and a third named Michelle Knight are finally going home. Lots of chatter abounds about what a colorful character Charles Ramsey is and how simple he is but no one can dispute the amazing deed that this simple man accomplished. He stepped in when most wouldn’t get involved and for this, I applaud him. He's been offered reward money and has humbly turned it down, saying that it should go to the girls.
Some people are upset by the song parody that has been created but it was made in light of the fact that this tragic story has an amazingly bright outcome and it helps to bring some levity to the tragic events.
God bless Charles Ramsey. I'm a proud Clevelander today.
Monday, May 6, 2013
Monday Morning Chrissy
I gave my two week notice at work on Friday.
It feels like a cross between jumping off a cliff and flying.
It feels like a cross between jumping off a cliff and flying.
Monday, April 15, 2013
Monday Morning Chrissy
OMG. Worst week ever!
I don't even want to get out of bed today and go back to work. Hopefully, I'll have some time to fill you in this week.
I really need to find a new job soon because this one is literally making me physically sick.
Monday, April 8, 2013
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Secondhand Sunday
Sundays are my Secondhand day. I'm basically too lazy to think of anything new to say so I re-post a "vintage" entry.
If you aren't in the mood for repeats, please feel free to change the channel.
"Am I smarter than a 1st grader?"
Original Post Date, April 10, 1012
I think I’m getting dumber as I age. Or is it, more dumb? Either way, I just don’t feel as mentally sharp as I used to. I think I smell worse, too, but that’s another discussion.
I have always prided myself on being able to think on my feet and complete tasks with both speed and accuracy. Maybe it’s just an inevitable consequence of aging, but I feel like I’m thinking slower than before. I’m not quite to the “riding the short bus” level of slowness but I won’t be applying for “Jeopardy” any time soon, either.
I was off last Monday, lying on my couch in the middle of the afternoon, watching TV. There was something about people living on disability and so I googled “Disability for mental illness” thinking it might be a good career move for my decreasing intelligence.
I reviewed the eligibility categories:
Schizophrenia – I’m pretty sure I don’t have this but I do have Quadrophenia by The Who
Mental retardation - I had this once when I dated a guy that I was pretty sure had killed his last girlfriend and buried her in the backyard. It passed when we broke up.
Anxiety - Thank you, Prozac.
Depression - See above.
Substance abuse disorders - I’m working on this one as I type.
I fell asleep in the middle of filling out the application and I woke to a commercial talking about improving my brain.
It was touting the benefits of a website called Lumosity. This cognitive training website was developed by neuroscientists to help improve your mental abilities. I was intrigued and bored enough to give it a look-see.
The first thing I always want to know is how much something costs. Lumosity offers a three day trial, which only after you sign up, allows you to access the pricing scale. I’ll share it with you here since I signed up. C’mon, you know I’m a sucker for FREE:
1 month $14.95
Yearly $6.70/month, billed in one installment of $80.40.
Two years $4.49/month, billed in one installment of $107.76
Two years $4.49/month, billed in one installment of $107.76
Or Lifetime for $299.95 which would be a good deal, if we all weren’t all going to be dead on December 21, 2012 as the Mayan calendar professes.
You start by answering some simple questions about memory, attention, speed, flexibility and problem solving. The allows Lumosity to create a personalized training program just for you. I had fun with the 3 day trial so I decided to sign up for a month.
There's a page called The Science behind Lumosity where they talk about all the scientific studies that have been done showing how cognitive training extends beyond the actual game itself into real life. I think everyone can draw their own conclusions.
I, for one, think the results have been amazing. I mean, just the other day I......wait, what was I talking about?
Thursday, April 4, 2013
You've got mail
I honestly don't remember ordering all this stuff. QVC and Amazon must have a partnership with Ambien.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
I love poo poo
Paper, that is!
I doggy sat my next door neighbor family's new dog over the weekend. Her name is Shadow and they inherited her from a family friend who passed away. She looks like a little Toto dog with white paws and she is just about as cute as cute can be!
I was intrigued so I went online to find out the background and then I realized that there was a whole history written on the ribbon binding the box.
Dino had to check to see if it smelled like poo poo.
There's this cool company called, Alternative Pulp and Paper Co, Ltd, and they believe that they can "balance their commercial pursuits and be good stewards of our shared environment."
LOVE them!
In a nutshell, no trees are destroyed to make their paper. They use alternative pulp sources and only natural soy inks and non-edible food coloring. To make the elephant poo poo paper, which was their first product, they initially gather the dung from elephant conservation parks. The process is pretty cool.
But, wait, this company rocks even more. A percentage of their profits go back to elephant and wildlife conservation efforts and to support organizations and schools in their focus on the environment.
AND...love this part.....Alternative Paper and Pulp Co. operates a flex-work cottage-based manufacturing production framework in Thailand where the crafts people that they employ (95% women) can work at home with a fair wage and benefits.
You can read more about them HERE and shop their Poo-tique.
I wonder if they can make paper out of dog poop yet.....
I doggy sat my next door neighbor family's new dog over the weekend. Her name is Shadow and they inherited her from a family friend who passed away. She looks like a little Toto dog with white paws and she is just about as cute as cute can be!
We didn't really have much interaction with her prior besides barking at her through the window when she's in the backyard. I didn't know how it was going to work out but their original sitter fell through so I wanted to help out.
I brought her over after dinner and walks and they all got along smashingly!
Nice to meet you...
Millie thought I brought Shadow's bed over for her to sleep in which didn't matter since Shadow decided to sleep in the bed with all of us anyway.
My neighbors took their kids to Oglebay Resort in Wheeling, West Virginia and as a thank you, they brought me back some Elephant Poo Poo Paper. Oh...so, that's what she meant by, I love poo poo.
I was intrigued so I went online to find out the background and then I realized that there was a whole history written on the ribbon binding the box.
Dino had to check to see if it smelled like poo poo.
There's this cool company called, Alternative Pulp and Paper Co, Ltd, and they believe that they can "balance their commercial pursuits and be good stewards of our shared environment."
LOVE them!
In a nutshell, no trees are destroyed to make their paper. They use alternative pulp sources and only natural soy inks and non-edible food coloring. To make the elephant poo poo paper, which was their first product, they initially gather the dung from elephant conservation parks. The process is pretty cool.
- Collect the poo
- Pre-rinse it with water, leaving only the fibrous materials from the grasses, bamboo and fruits they elephants have eaten.
- Boil the fibers in water so they're super clean. At this point, colors can be added.
- Natural fibers from banana trees and pineapples are added to make the paper thicker and stronger.
- The fibers are then separated into small cakes and spread evenly over a mesh bottomed tray.
- The tray is then leaned against a tree and angled toward the sun to dry.
- Once dry, the sheet of paper is removed and, voila! Poo poo paper products can be made!
Love the texture. Who knew elephant dung could be so chic?
But, wait, this company rocks even more. A percentage of their profits go back to elephant and wildlife conservation efforts and to support organizations and schools in their focus on the environment.
AND...love this part.....Alternative Paper and Pulp Co. operates a flex-work cottage-based manufacturing production framework in Thailand where the crafts people that they employ (95% women) can work at home with a fair wage and benefits.
You can read more about them HERE and shop their Poo-tique.
I wonder if they can make paper out of dog poop yet.....
Monday, April 1, 2013
Monday Morning Chrissy
This is what you get when a beagle is excited to show you the squirrel in the tree. Thanks, Dino.
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Color me excited
So, you guys...listen to this!
You know how I told you how jazzed I was about coloring my hair at home with eSalon? Well, their community manager, Chloe, saw my post and was so so happy that I was so so happy, that she wants to offer all of YOU a special 50% discount off your first purchase from eSalon!
Yay!
I used eSalon again this month, and no, it wasn't just a fluke, I love it just as much the second time around.
So tell your friends, neighbors and countrymen(and women) to go HERE to get this special offer from eSalon.
Okay, maybe don't tell this guy. He probably can't use it.
Say, Thank You, Chloe....
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
I'll take the cupcakes, please
Guess what I did now?
Here's a hint. When I ask this question, it's a pretty safe bet to respond:
a. Cut your knee (s) open
b. Fell down
c. Sprained an ankle
d. Tripped over your own feet
In this case, the answer would be "e", all of the above.
I was feeling overly generous on the Friday before St. Patrick's Day and decided to buy something yummy for my staff. I stopped at the bakery and bought two dozen cupcakes, decorated in green and white frosting. (AND, I even decided to buy these even though I have given up sweets for Lent. Does my generosity never cease??)
As I rode the elevator down the eight floors from the roof of the parking garage with a guy in scrubs, I thought to myself, "I bet he wishes he worked in my department."
We reach the ground floor and he motions for me to get out first. Yay! You know how much I love elevator etiquette! I get out, head to the right, go through the door to the street and proceeded to tumble down three steps to the concrete sidewalk.
SLAM!!
I probably could have stopped myself from falling by grabbing the railing but since I was holding both boxes, I didn't have that option. The cupcakes went flying, I twisted both ankles and somehow managed to end up with bloody knees through my pants.
I sat their stunned for a moment as 'scrubs guy' rushed to see if I was ok.
"Son of a BITCH!", I yelled out. "My poor cupcakes." I was half laughing (cuz I have been here SO many times before) and half pissed.
Scrubs guy tried to make light of the situation, "I think you can save some of them." But it was useless. There was cake and buttercream frosting all over the sidewalk.
I thanked him for stopping to help, picked up the cupcake pieces parts and tossed them in the trash. I was in pain but I really didn't think that I had hurt myself as bad as I did. I looked down and saw frosting all over my rings and knuckles so I stopped in the bathroom on the way to my office which is where I saw the bloody carnage inflicted upon my knees.
There was a girl in there fixing her hair in front of one of the sinks so I went to the other and put my hands under the automatic faucet. It didn't turn on.
I did it again.
Nothing.
I said aloud to myself, "I must be invisible" and waved my hands again. This time the water came on.
I washed the frosting off my fingers and rings and turned around to the automatic dryer. I placed my hands under the dryer on the right.
Nothing.
I placed my hands under the dyer on the left.
Nothing.
I turned to the girl who was still fixing her hair in the mirror.
"You can SEE me, right?"
She looked at me like I was nuts and nodded 'yes'.
I was hoping that I was dreaming and that I hadn't fallen and hurt myself YET AGAIN.
Maybe for the next holiday, I'll just give them stickers.
Here's a hint. When I ask this question, it's a pretty safe bet to respond:
a. Cut your knee (s) open
b. Fell down
c. Sprained an ankle
d. Tripped over your own feet
In this case, the answer would be "e", all of the above.
I was feeling overly generous on the Friday before St. Patrick's Day and decided to buy something yummy for my staff. I stopped at the bakery and bought two dozen cupcakes, decorated in green and white frosting. (AND, I even decided to buy these even though I have given up sweets for Lent. Does my generosity never cease??)
As I rode the elevator down the eight floors from the roof of the parking garage with a guy in scrubs, I thought to myself, "I bet he wishes he worked in my department."
We reach the ground floor and he motions for me to get out first. Yay! You know how much I love elevator etiquette! I get out, head to the right, go through the door to the street and proceeded to tumble down three steps to the concrete sidewalk.
SLAM!!
I probably could have stopped myself from falling by grabbing the railing but since I was holding both boxes, I didn't have that option. The cupcakes went flying, I twisted both ankles and somehow managed to end up with bloody knees through my pants.
I sat their stunned for a moment as 'scrubs guy' rushed to see if I was ok.
"Son of a BITCH!", I yelled out. "My poor cupcakes." I was half laughing (cuz I have been here SO many times before) and half pissed.
Scrubs guy tried to make light of the situation, "I think you can save some of them." But it was useless. There was cake and buttercream frosting all over the sidewalk.
I thanked him for stopping to help, picked up the cupcake pieces parts and tossed them in the trash. I was in pain but I really didn't think that I had hurt myself as bad as I did. I looked down and saw frosting all over my rings and knuckles so I stopped in the bathroom on the way to my office which is where I saw the bloody carnage inflicted upon my knees.
There was a girl in there fixing her hair in front of one of the sinks so I went to the other and put my hands under the automatic faucet. It didn't turn on.
I did it again.
Nothing.
I said aloud to myself, "I must be invisible" and waved my hands again. This time the water came on.
I washed the frosting off my fingers and rings and turned around to the automatic dryer. I placed my hands under the dryer on the right.
Nothing.
I placed my hands under the dyer on the left.
Nothing.
I turned to the girl who was still fixing her hair in the mirror.
"You can SEE me, right?"
She looked at me like I was nuts and nodded 'yes'.
I was hoping that I was dreaming and that I hadn't fallen and hurt myself YET AGAIN.
Maybe for the next holiday, I'll just give them stickers.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Jumping Back into Dating After Divorce
Going through a divorce can leave you deflated, depressed and feeling anything but confident. While it may seem like these feelings will last forever, I promise there will come a time when you'll be ready to get up, dust off the past and move on. But when that moment comes, you might find that dating no longer looks like it once did. You'll probably feel rusty, might not even remember how to flirt, and worse of all, feel intimidated or unsure about sleeping with someone else. These are all completely normal feelings. It's almost like going back to being an awkward teenager, except you don't have acne and have a whole lot more baggage.
It's important that you go into dating with a different mind than you once did. Read these tips on dating post divorce if you feel like you're ready to get back out there.
Introspection--
You need to be honest with yourself. What are you looking for? Do you want to dive back in and find someone to marry? Are you looking for a friend with some added benefits or just want someone nice to hang out with on the weekends. Be honest with yourself and honest with the people you meet. At this age, everyone's expectations are different and you'll end up hurting yourself or someone else just because you weren't able to articulate what you want.
Settling--
Many people who get divorced feel like they settled for whatever length of time they were married and don't want to do it again. However, while consciously thinking that, you may find that you like the attention you're getting from someone. It's new, it's refreshing and makes you feel good, but all the while you know this person is not what you want--not even close. Don't fall victim to using people to fill voids in your life or to give you what you should be giving yourself.
Date around--
The world has changed a lot since you were out there last. You're in a new dating age bracket and may find that you are attracted to completely different qualities and appearances than you once were, because of this it's important that you date around. Join an online dating site or have friends set you up with their friends, but don't feel like you can only go out with one person at a time. You're a free agent now, so go on a new date every few days until you find someone worth spending some time with.
Boost yourself--
You may find that your divorce has left you feeling a little less than confident and that might be getting in the way of dating or affecting your dates. If that's the case, it's time to nix the self-doubt and get into action. First off, know that with new people comes a new slate. There aren't all those negative feelings that you and your partner shared. It's likely the people you're going on date with think you're absolutely stunning, so don't assume otherwise. However, as always, if you're not happy with yourself do something about it. Change your eating habits, pick up an exercise routine or find some new hobbies that make you happy. This will not only feel great, but also make you more of an interesting person to potential mates.
Sexy Time--
When it comes to sex, you may be feeling a little out of touch, whether it be with yourself or with others. Get back into the groove by getting to know yourself again. Relearn what turns you on and gets you there. Want a little help? Adam and Eve has vibrators and other great toys to do the trick. Move on to a new mate once you feel comfortable with yourself and just know that the first time might be awkward. However, it's important you research your birth control options. Safe sex is imperative for anyone casually dating, no matter what age you are, even if you can't physically get pregnant or impregnate someone. Also don't be ashamed to brush up on some sex moves by watching porn or reading a few how-to articles. It's totally normal to feel a little lost after engaging in the same routine for so many years.
Finally the only way to enjoy sex with someone else is to ditch the ex sex. If you're still sleeping with your ex, take a step back and ask yourself why. You'll ultimately cause more harm than good and not allow yourself to move on.
Trial and Error--
Things don't seem to be working? Just keep getting out there. Be ready for rejection, for your heart to break, for you to break someone else's heart. Learning from trial and error is your best bet to successful dating.
It's important that you go into dating with a different mind than you once did. Read these tips on dating post divorce if you feel like you're ready to get back out there.
Introspection--
You need to be honest with yourself. What are you looking for? Do you want to dive back in and find someone to marry? Are you looking for a friend with some added benefits or just want someone nice to hang out with on the weekends. Be honest with yourself and honest with the people you meet. At this age, everyone's expectations are different and you'll end up hurting yourself or someone else just because you weren't able to articulate what you want.
Settling--
Many people who get divorced feel like they settled for whatever length of time they were married and don't want to do it again. However, while consciously thinking that, you may find that you like the attention you're getting from someone. It's new, it's refreshing and makes you feel good, but all the while you know this person is not what you want--not even close. Don't fall victim to using people to fill voids in your life or to give you what you should be giving yourself.
Date around--
The world has changed a lot since you were out there last. You're in a new dating age bracket and may find that you are attracted to completely different qualities and appearances than you once were, because of this it's important that you date around. Join an online dating site or have friends set you up with their friends, but don't feel like you can only go out with one person at a time. You're a free agent now, so go on a new date every few days until you find someone worth spending some time with.
Boost yourself--
You may find that your divorce has left you feeling a little less than confident and that might be getting in the way of dating or affecting your dates. If that's the case, it's time to nix the self-doubt and get into action. First off, know that with new people comes a new slate. There aren't all those negative feelings that you and your partner shared. It's likely the people you're going on date with think you're absolutely stunning, so don't assume otherwise. However, as always, if you're not happy with yourself do something about it. Change your eating habits, pick up an exercise routine or find some new hobbies that make you happy. This will not only feel great, but also make you more of an interesting person to potential mates.
Sexy Time--
When it comes to sex, you may be feeling a little out of touch, whether it be with yourself or with others. Get back into the groove by getting to know yourself again. Relearn what turns you on and gets you there. Want a little help? Adam and Eve has vibrators and other great toys to do the trick. Move on to a new mate once you feel comfortable with yourself and just know that the first time might be awkward. However, it's important you research your birth control options. Safe sex is imperative for anyone casually dating, no matter what age you are, even if you can't physically get pregnant or impregnate someone. Also don't be ashamed to brush up on some sex moves by watching porn or reading a few how-to articles. It's totally normal to feel a little lost after engaging in the same routine for so many years.
Finally the only way to enjoy sex with someone else is to ditch the ex sex. If you're still sleeping with your ex, take a step back and ask yourself why. You'll ultimately cause more harm than good and not allow yourself to move on.
Trial and Error--
Things don't seem to be working? Just keep getting out there. Be ready for rejection, for your heart to break, for you to break someone else's heart. Learning from trial and error is your best bet to successful dating.
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