To Swipe or Not To Swipe: Adventures in Online Dating

This past Sunday afternoon, my girlfriend and I met up at a local bar for an overdue catch-up and to witness my fantasy team sail to its third consecutive victory.  From my calculations, I am currently in the lead of the  2015-2016 Va Jay Jay Cutler league, but I can’t get too cocky! That killed me last year. So in between ciders and wings, the topic of dating and relationships became a hot topic of discussion; this is how guys watch football right?!

My friend in question just celebrated her thirtieth birthday.  She is beautiful, funny, smart, and I have to say, knows more about football than most ladies (and guys) I know; which from what I know about men, would definitely make her a hot commodity.  However, she is fed up with trying to meet anyone; especially online.  And I can’t blame her!

Now I know that I am married, and that automatically makes me not your favorite person to talk to about dating, but in the effort of solidarity, and since boyfriend weather is upon us, I thought I would regale you with a couple tales from my less-than-flattering time of being single and trying to find love online.  While this may or may not encourage you to invest in this dating method yourself, my hope is that you can at least find relief that if you’re currently dating or wanting to date, you’re not the only one who has a couple of bad stories to tell. Continue reading

Our Little Life: How I Saw God In Miscarriage (Post 2)

This is the second of two posts I have written about the miscarriage we experienced back in July. If there’s one thing that this heartbreak has shown me, it’s that my faith in Christ is something that will always sustain me. I hope you’ll find hope in this truth, too.

And if you think I’m cray, thanks for not telling it to my face. I like to pretend everyone always likes what I have to say…

Miscarriage feels like a cruel joke. At least that’s how I would describe it. You go from excitement to heartbreak. From joy to loss. From growing life to losing life. It’s basically a horrible oxymoron of a life experience.

And the week it was happening to us, I cried out to God so many times to tell me WHY. Why does He make life just to take it? Why do we have to be going through this? Why? Why? Why?

I mean, doesn’t Jesus love the little children?!

But even if we don’t get to know the why behind our pain, we do get to know the One who heals it. And He was with me every. step. of. the. way.

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Our Little Life: Experiencing Miscarriage (Post 1)

Recently in another post of (over?)sharing  I admitted that Daniel and I had been walking in the world of God’s timing for starting a family since we had lost our luggage, and our only form of birth control, on our way to the Grecian finale of our Euro tour back in May.  So you can imagine my shock when a single cycle into our family planning journey, a second faint line began appearing on one (of the twenty-pack!) of the cheapo pregnancy tests I had bought on Amazon.

Have I said I love Amazon Prime?!

I might also mention that in order to take said test, I had snuck into our second bathroom before six AM and before I had any reason, or viable symptom, to suspect pregnancy. Per usual, I was trying to not explain my crazy to my husband.  Well, mission failed…

So with hands shaking, I immediately woke Dan up from a dead sleep and showed him the evidence that our lives were about to change.  Talk about a wake-up call! Convinced that the test’s price tag was responsible for its overzealous representation of a positive test, I ran downstairs to the Walgreens on the corner and was able to confirm the news with a top-shelf First Response that we were officially “expecting”. Continue reading

Family Planning: Confessions Of A Crazy Person

It’s been about four months since a fire in the Rome airport created mass chaos and forced Dan and me to gate check our luggage (against our will) in exchange for seats on a flight with a final destination of Athens, Greece.   As fate would have it, after a long delay and a connection through Istanbul, we were left staring at an empty luggage cue well after midnight in the Athens airport.

IMG_2587Just great…

Despite our frustration, we were able to grab a last-minute (and very overpriced) room at the hotel across the street and hoped that our bags would miraculously appear by morning. When morning arrived with no bags in sight, we cabbed it into town and found an H&M and pharmacy to grab supplies for the next few days. Scheduled to depart to Mykonos the next morning, we decided that if need be, we could probably rough it in the Greek islands if necessary.

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Anniversary Trip: Beantown!

Always looking for an excuse to travel, Dan and I seized the opportunity to commemorate our first year of marriage with another adventure; albeit stateside this time. In true DeRose fashion, rather than wrapping up surprises for one another, we decided to replace the gift-giving tradition with a pair of plane tickets, and a week-full of memories to go with it. After all, since the first year is supposed to be a gift of paper, plane tickets were totally apropos!

Thankfully, our flexible work schedules allow us to take full advantage of off-peak travel specials so when we found cheap flights to Boston and a couple good deals on Airbnb, we quickly decided a tour of Harvard Square and Fenway Park followed by a quiet (and productive!) week-long retreat on Cape Cod would suit us just fine. After securing subs to take over my CrossFit classes, we packed our suitcases, laptops in tow, and headed out for our 8-night trip to the Northeast. Continue reading

His Plans Are Better: Thoughts On Not Having Control

There are a few things I know to be sure in life: God is real, my Mom is the most selfless person I’ve ever met, I’ve been blessed with a husband I don’t deserve, and His plans are always better.

If it had been up to me, I would have spent the entirety of my formative years in Richmond Heights, Ohio in a small three-bedroom ranch house. I would have graduated from Richmond Heights High School, and inevitably, like most other grads, went on to Ohio State. However, instead of living in the same home collecting memories  with the same group of friends for 18 years, over the course of our childhood, my sisters and I were forced to go to two elementary schools, two middle schools, and two high schools. And after that, all three of us even went to two colleges!

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Sales Anonymous

It has taken me a really long time to admit that I want to be a writer. To admit to actual human people that my biggest dream is to someday author one of the gazillion books that I have dreamed up over the years. But as you can tell from my post earlier this week, this blog is only the first of (hopefully!) many steps towards making that dream come true.

Deep.

Breaths.

It’s no surprise it’s taken basically forever to come out of my figurative writing closet. After all, I’m a recovering saleswoman. I am an 8-year veteran of a special group of humans that can’t seem to get enough of that rush of the sale.   Quickly becoming chained to the highs and always feeling ashamed of the lows, we ride a roller coaster of emotions on the regular; fully gripped by our addiction and our.need.to.hit.quota.

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And So It Begins…

As many of you know, I have spent the last seven plus months taking a TV time out from the corporate world. My husband, Dan, and I backpacked through Europe for 14 weeks (a lifelong dream and an I-can’t-believe-that-really-happened kind of experience) and when we arrived back home in Chicago, I started a new career that was blissfully free of business cards and board rooms. These days, instead of enduring the daily stresses of a sales person’s life, I spend my time teaching fitness classes and working on my writing (read: dream job). Oh, and doing all the other things I love.   Which obviously includes spending lots of time with my people….

IMG_3153I mean, with my new flexible work hours, I just took my awesome 10-year-old niece to Dave & Busters on a Wednesday. Rather than being chained to a desk, we spent the entire day playing arcade games and trying to see who could collect the most tickets. She won by a landslide. She is also far more proficient at DDR  than I am (see her going for it on the right).

Take THAT real job.

So let me tell you, THIS. CAREER. CHOICE. IS. WORKING. FOR. ME.

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