Once in a while, in everyone's life, comes a restaurant that knocks you off your feet, into a bed of goodness that makes your sleepy and content.

One such restaurant is known as the Pita Pit.

Ah, such goodness to behold!

A pita, cut open in all it's splendor! Stuffed with healthy lettuce, tomatoes, vegetables of all types.. And then cheeses of some thought!

AND THE SAUCES!
Tzatziki Sauce is my favorite. Goodness of soul. Then, if you are a meat eater, such as myself, you get all the other goodness-AND meat hot off the grill!

Not only that, but it's so CHEAP!

Which is good, because this is a college town-and college kids roam that street like stray dogs for one unfilled cafe, one wireless connection, one cheap meal to satiate their bellies while they saturate their minds.

In other news: I never want to be a bitter, divorced woman. I want always to love, be loved, and persevere over the hard times. Always.

Wow. Another blog. Another adventure.

Do you ever look at a blank page and feel daunted, overwhelmed? It's so...forceful. It screams at you to be filled, to occupy.

And so you start where your mind will take you, and go with it.

I had a post all ready to go at one point, but something apparently happened and I lost all that I had written.

It's a disheartening feeling, and I almost didn't continue.

But I had to persevere and write. Because I have to keep trying, I suppose.

So, my name is Stephanie. I am almost 20 years old. I am a brunette, short, and stocky.
Not stocky as in fat. Stocky as in I am athletic and short.
Excepting that now that I'm pregnant, my waistline is through the roof.

This blog is about my relationship with Steven. My lover, soul mate, best friend, confidant, counselor, and father of my baby.

Steve is tall, with broad shoulders, brown hair, and tannish-yellow eyes. Like that of a tiger. Hence my nickname for him, Tiger-eyes.

Steve considers me his lover. I'm not sure what else. I don't know if he considers someone else his soul mate. He's told me I'm not his best friend: He doesn't want to hurt all his other friends feelings.
He is a counselor, something he takes on. He talks me through pain, happiness, etc.
And obviously the father of my baby.

As you can see from the paragraph above, there are things wrong in the relationship.

And the things wrong are Steve's lack of commitment.

Granted, Steve's parents aren't role models of love and nurturing.

I just hope I don't have to end this relationship with him....which I have promised myself I would do if Steve doesn't marry me.



I'm a stubborn little woman, with a baby on the way. Get ready. This could get ugly.