by Mary Sauer for GalTime.com Over the last decade I’ve filled a wide range of roles, working in food service, hospitality, healthcare and commercial cleaning. Personally, I’ve been a regular hostess and young parent. As you can imagine, I’ve experienced my fair share of stains. Let’s take a look at some fool-proof methods for tackling your most stubborn and common stains!
by Dr. James G. Wellborn for GalTime.com The walls are closing in on you. It’s hard to catch your breath. You have GOT to get out of the house. But you can hardly afford your favorite half-caf double vanilla latte with a dusting of cinnamon at the local coffee shop let alone a babysitter to watch over your precious little darlings. Your oldest should be ready to babysit his siblings by now, right?
By Laurel House for GalTIme.com As much as we don’t want to admit it and no matter how high-tech condoms get, nothing feels as good as skin on skin. But really, is the post-sex stress REALLY worth the two minutes (if it’s a quickie) to 60 minutes (if it’s a full-on romp) of coital bliss? No, it’s not. As much as it may SEEM worth it while you’re in the moment. It’s not. Ok?
Sex sex sex sex sex. It seems one can hardly go a day without being bombarded by notions of how much and what kind of sex we should have. Dr. Oz tells us that in a healthy relationship partners have sex three times a week, and it seems like Cosmo will never run out of new sex positions to offer us (I mean, seriously--how many can there be?). Then throw in 50 Shades of Grey, The Bachelor Born-Again Virgin, and it eventually becomes a FACT: sex is the only and most important barometer of a relationship.
Real women rarely buy those missile-style vibrators used in porn. Come on – they’re 10″ long and made of hard plastic. Seriously, do you really want to play with something made of hard, cheap plastic that looks more like a baseball bat than something you want inside you?
Love is Not the Same I woke up in bed, opened my eyes, and turned to look at my partner, Carista. She was still sleeping, one arm over her eyes, breathing softly. I felt my love for her. It was deep and profound, like the ocean.
Andrea met Brad two months ago. She immediately fell head over heels in love. Brad pursued Andrea hard and in a matter of a few days, they were tied at the hips, spending every day together. They had become sexually involved after the second date and Andrea was sure he was “the one.”