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Confession

hannah — Thu, 02 Feb 2012 17:10:59 +0000

Almost exactly a year later to the date I’m looking at this confession I recorded for a TV show that never came to be, wondering what has really changed. In a lot of ways, me and hubbie are still in the exact same position, not sure where our relationship is heading, uncertain about our careers; me still trying to figure out whether I’m cut out for monogamy, he, still appalled at the notion of alternative lifestyles. ...

It’s A New Dawn

hannah — Mon, 02 Jan 2012 16:59:49 +0000

Birds flying high, you know how I feel Sun in the sky, you know how I feel Breeze driftin' on by, you know how I feel It's a new dawn It's a new day It's a new life for me And I'm feeling good ...

New Year’s Resolutions for 2012

hannah — Fri, 30 Dec 2011 16:46:07 +0000

photo: thank you to my good friend Big T for sharing this image:)

I was going to do a lot more writing this week, and blogging, but somehow, between still dealing with the famdamnily being in town, and getting a nasty stomach flu neither of the above got accomplished. So...I guess I only have time for one last post this year: New Year’s Resolutions. But first, a look at my last year’s resolutions, and how I did. ...

Christmas Week 2011

hannah — Fri, 23 Dec 2011 17:43:53 +0000

Photo credits: http://sexlifeandhannah.tumblr.com/

It's been a challenging week. Everything from the blow up over the offer on the house, to the continued drama over my sister's behavior and lifestyle, to the critical assessments over why me and hubbie aren't further ahead, to my parent's status quo bickering over everything. I just want to scream: Why can't we all just ever get along?!?!? But I'm not going to. I've done enough screaming already. Instead I'm going to do what I always do, pick up the pieces and move on. See the good instead of the bad, glass half full not empty kind of thing, and love my family, even though they can be extremely challenging at times. Unconditional love is a bitch sometimes. Merry Christmas.

Love Note

hannah — Fri, 09 Dec 2011 17:15:02 +0000

Darling, I suddenly feel the urge to let you know how deeply you have affected me. I can honestly look in the mirror and know that I am a forever changed man, and that much of the change has happened as a result of you. There's nothing I do in this world that hasn't been affected by you. Sometimes I swoon a little inside when I see a certain look on your face, or hear a certain tone in your voice. I never fail to notice. It's like music, or the warmth of the sun. Much of my day seems empty without that. Love, Hubbie

#BOOBEXPERIMENT Results

hannah — Wed, 30 Nov 2011 17:48:47 +0000

By Shilo Urban for Bad Online Dates

Earlier this month Bad Online Dates launched the #BoobExperiment, which asked singles if “bigger boobs really matter.” With Victoria’s Secret spending $12 million on their Annual Fashion Show (that aired November 29), boob culture is once again front and center, and no one can deny the power of cleavage and a little (or a lot) of jiggle. Supermodels aside, how do real men and women feel about breast obsession? That was the question posed across the web and social media sites by Bad Online Dates, and the answers may surprise you. Women from all over the country engaged in the #BoobExperiment to research the effects of the push-up bra and cleavage on a night out on the town, then joined in the discussion with first-hand results. ...

A Time and a Place for All Boobs

hannah — Tue, 22 Nov 2011 18:48:08 +0000

Last week @badonlinedates launched the #boobexperiment, which asks the question: Does boob size matter? More specifically, how would a night out on the town in a push-up bra be different? The above pictures are me in a shirt I have worn with and without one of these miracle bras. My thoughts? Read below. ...

November Must Have: Patience and a Moustache

hannah — Wed, 16 Nov 2011 16:28:08 +0000

photo: howtodoeverything

Patience has never been my strongest virtue. When I want something, I want it NOW, and if I don't get it NOW I obsess about how to get it in the shortest amount of time possible. Interestingly enough, this lack of patience has rarely been tested. When I decided I needed to drive, the day I turned 16 I got my license. When I decided I was done with highschool, I mapped out all the classes I needed and graduated six months early. When I decided I wanted a bachelor's degree, I figured out a way to do it in two years instead of four. When I was ready for a high-paying corporate career job, I landed the first internship I applied for, which led to exactly that. When I decided I was ready to get married...I woke up one morning, looked at my fiancee-of-a-month, and told him we were heading down to see the Justice of the Peace. ...

The Major Rearrangement of Book 3 Begins

hannah — Thu, 10 Nov 2011 19:30:43 +0000

Sometimes when you need to write, nothing comes to you, and other times your writing fills up six pages of your journal before you know it. The last couple of nights I've started the process of working on an official second draft of the Sex, Life, & Hannah Summer Season, the third book in my series about romance gone to hell. Do you like that? The romance going to hell part? It's a new slogan I'm trying out...please let me know, coming up with a slogan, a tag line if you wish, is something I've struggled with since 2007. But I digress. I can't say my re-writing started off with a bang. In fact it was the complete opposite. I toiled over two paragraphs, ended up deleting more than actually writing, and actually created more work for myself. Of course this is going to make the book better, but still, it's frustrating that this book is taking so long to be birthed. The first two came so quickly (relatively), and this one, it's been over a year, and I'm just getting started on the official round two. It makes me wonder if I've lost the touch, the voice, style, or whatever it is that I had in the first two books. The doubts are luckily fleeting, I know if I could run away to Palm Springs, alone, without my phone, and lock myself in a hotel room with no internet service, the official round two would get done in a week. It's hard not to be distracted and just focus on my book right now. ...

Love and Death

hannah — Tue, 08 Nov 2011 16:46:08 +0000

Nothing makes you think about life like death. A good friend of mine lost her boyfriend. He was the same age as my husband. The death was accidental, and tragic. Yet she said she could feel something coming. What if you could feel something coming? I'm not trying to be morbid, but what if you knew? Would you be doing anything differently? ...

The State of My Relationship

hannah — Wed, 19 Oct 2011 15:04:23 +0000

A few months ago, I posted on my SLH FB and Twitter: The state of your relationship is all about the state of your mind. Today, this statement holds more truth to me than it did back then. In fact, I feel this statement is at the very epicenter of every relationship; the deciding factor in what makes or breaks a relationship. When I first fell in love with hubbie, I couldn’t imagine my life without him. I was completely invested, ‘til death do us part, and we weren’t even married. Our love was strong, and life was bliss. I had found my man, and I didn't need anything else. Then the “stuff” started piling up; at first financial, and then sexual, and that’s when I stopped being invested in the same way. Suddenly I felt different about us, our future, and whether I even wanted one with hubbie anymore. I didn’t start “looking” per se, but I definitely started feeling open to meeting other people, and seeing what might happen…

Sucker for Packaging

hannah — Mon, 17 Oct 2011 14:29:37 +0000

I have been a Natracare girl since 2002; organic, all-cotton, non-chlorine bleached, free of all the nasty stuff I started discovering was in feminie hygiene products. Alas, Whole Foods was closed Saturday night at 11 PM and I needed pantyliners. So me and hubbie walked into Ralphs, and that's when I realized I haven't looked at feminine hygiene products in almost ten years.

What did I end up buying?

Sealing your Love in Paris

hannah — Wed, 12 Oct 2011 23:18:33 +0000

In Paris, there is a bridge that crosses La Seine. It's filled with locks from one end to the other. Locks placed by lovers that want to symbolically seal their love for all eternity. It's good to see that so many people still believe in love...

Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish

hannah — Fri, 07 Oct 2011 16:33:45 +0000

I was going to blog about something else today. Instead, I’ve found myself caught up in the life and death of Steve Jobs, and moved by the speech he gave to Stanford’s graduating class of 2005. Eight million of you have already seen it, but just in case, I’ve inserted it into this post. I think it’s that important. I think listening to anyone with powerful words of wisdom is that important. I think anything that helps you keep your on eye on the prize even in the face of your greatest adversity, is that important. Here are my favorite moments from that video that I hope will inspire me for years to come: “You have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something; your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. Because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow your heart, even when it leads you off the well worn path, and that will make all the difference.” ...

Sex, Europe, and Keeping Tabs

hannah — Tue, 04 Oct 2011 16:38:01 +0000

People have been asking whether going to Europe with hubbie brought back a romantic spark. My answer: Not really. But, I didn’t come back from Europe feeling like we should get a divorce either. Maybe because on our last night in Massa Lubrensa when I woke up at one in the morning, ran to the bathroom, slid back into bed, and started nudging him, freaking out, “I just got my period, holy shit, it’s our last night in Italy, oh my god, we’re not going to have sex on our European vacation. Do something! Save our marriage!” He did. He grabbed a towel, got on top of me, and we started fumbling, angrily, passionately, and had sex; and it wasn’t mind-blowing, but it felt connected on some other level, like we understood what we both needed, like there was still something left between us, and so, in fact, hubbie did save our marriage that night.