So, you’re moving in together: 10 ways to combine your crap
When you begin to cohabitate, it’s SO HARD to combine your crap. You’re getting used to living with someone else while, at the same time, wading through mountains of said crap. I recently went on a crazed mission to clear up some of the clutter in our small kitchen and found we currently own three nearly-full containers of salt. I kept the salt, but once I threw out all the expired product and organized the dishes and cooking supplies, it became apparent that — despite having had completely full cabinets and fridge — we had almost no food.
I can help you avoid the same fate.
How grown-ups make new friends: handing out coupons
Making friends as adults is WEIRD. I actually had a conversation with Megan about it a few weeks back.
Making an event out of moving in together
After a year of dating, the girl of my dreams and I are moving in together. This will be our first time living with someone we are dating, and I was wondering if the Empire had any suggestions on ways we can make our apartment feel a little more special in the first few days?
How do you meet people in a new city when you’re shy?
I’m moving soon, and for the first time I won’t have the built-in community of school. How can I meet people in my new town, even if I’m shy?
Do you share passwords with your partner?
What’s your computer security look like at home? How much do you and your partner merge lives electronically? Do you share the same email address? Do you know her voicemail PIN? What’s too much to expect?
How black-and-white stag movies changed a tomboy’s feelings on sensuality
While I’m super secure in my gender identity, I came out of growing up an only child/daddy’s girl as an irrepressible tomboy. I may have grown my hair long and learned to walk in heels, but I’ve never known quite what to do with…sexiness? Sensuality? I don’t do that.
Proudly displaying my boudoir photos without making them too in-your-face
I did these gorgeous boudoir photos as a gift to my wife. Despite my insecurities, I feel confident and awesome about these photos and would love to have one framed and displayed somewhere in our house… but I don’t want to shove my thighs down my guests’ throats!
Our “shit happens!” anniversary staycation
As our one year wedding anniversary drew closer it became apparent we had…no money. So we had to do the tried-and-true: staycation. Maybe because it was our first anniversary as married humans or because I can be a sour puss, but Mike, with his ultimate optimism when it comes to us, reassured me it would be fun.