Love Quote

This is my reasoning to where my Prince Charming is, somewhere, I hope….

Sex & the City Quote

Balls are to men what purses are to women.
~ Carrie Bradshaw
Sex & the City

Elle Woods Quote

[Elle is presiding at her sorority meeting]
Elle: It has come to my attention that the maintenance staff is switching our toilet paper from Charmin… to generic. All those opposed to chafing, please say “Aye”.
Entire Sorority Group: Aye.
Elle Woods
Legally Blonde

Sex & the City Quote

Miranda was a huge fan of the Yankees. I was a huge fan of being anywhere you could smoke and drink at two in the afternoon without judgment.
~ Carrie Bradshaw
Sex & the City

Jerseylicious

I love this:
Olivia tried to help Gigi get over her breakup blues by telling her “There is no cosmetic better than hapiness!” What advice do you give your friends about living single?
Olivia – Jerseylicious

I Know What Guilt is

My favorite from Will & Grace :
I know what GUILT is. It’s one of thosetouchy-feely words that people throw around that don’t really mean anything. You know, like “maternal” or “addiction”
Karen Walker

Hard Tease

It’s really hard putting differences aside when u can’t stand someone. Kinda like when u shower without brushing your tease out first and then having to brush it out after the shower. It’s really hard – Olivia
Jerseylicious

Treat it like a Temple......

So, here it is my countdown (57 days) to the big 40th Birthday! Needless, to say I am far from enthusiastic for this to be happening so soon. I know, how did almost 40 years of my life catch up to me. I remember as a teen-ager I hated always looking like I was never my age, the young face, I could never use a fake ID when I was 16 years old because I definately never even passed for 18 years old. But, my mother always told me I would appreciate it when I was older. Funny thing, she was right, I have always been told I never look like im hitting the “oh lordy, she’s 40″ look. Or I never get carded for alcohol or at a bar, until this last weekend in the French Quarter, went to eat dinner and was asked for my ID, I was extremly happy to present it to the server, until she said”thank you mam, we card everyone!”  I am not a 40-year-old, nor do I look like it ( I want to thank those who have contributed to my youthfulness: caffeine, smoking and cocktails ) but I am starting to feel it. I have started to do my daily exercise, walking/some jogging for 45 min, i have given up the Coke, the smokes ( maybe 1 with a cocktail ) and the Starbucks( i am sorry, please remember me White chocolate Mocha hot/iced ). I figured I am not a gym person by any means, but will focus on a daily improvement with myself. How did I let it come to this, my body deserves better, even though it did love the extras I gave up. Whoever said “Treat your body like a Temple“, REALLY! Obviously, they are not from the Big Easy, because it’s not easy! I will set up a daily goal, do my daily walk-outs, and countdown to a new me! Trust me, I love myself, I am confident, and know I have some great features but just need to eliminate the 35 plus pounds of fat from my body. I did look it up and 35 lbs. is equivalent to 280, yes 280 - 20 oz. bottles of Coke! I will now trade my caffeine fix for water, I am not a fan of this water, which is colorless, odorless, tasteless..wait a minute I’m thinking of Vodka. But it is tasteless, no amount of lemon/lime/flavoring will help me want to drink 80 oz. of water a day. I will try because when I hit me 40th I do want it to be about me, why not, it is a milestone in this girls crazy life. So, with that said, my morning Starbucks fix was traded for a generic brand of coffee,  fat-free creamer ( so it was flavored: caramel ), and 16.7oz water. So mark the calendars, to join me on this no fun without caffeine, gorgeous fatty foods, and body aches to a better -35lbs ME! Can I make it, in the next 57 days, without all the yummy treats to a skinnier me, we will see!

How can it be....

Here I am in my prime so to say, have a great job, making decent money, new car, great family and friends. So why is it that at the tender age of 39 my body feels like it’s failing me. I gave up the sodas, fast food, I walk 5 days a week and my body is not doing it’s part. I mean my face had always been so nice with combination type skin, now it’s dry and has redness. My eyesight has slightly, i said slightly seem to need a little guidance. My legs have been my best part of the relationship between my body and I, now there is one varicose vein. My hip hurts so bad lately,that I ask my
Mother what does she think and all of the Nurse Mommy diagnosis, says suggests sciatica! Really! Then the always lovely and compassionate ( that would be me using sarcasm ) boyfriend teases that maybe I need a hip replacement because “I am getting up there in age”. Hello, you are only 3 years younger than me! Then there are the Boobs, these girls have had the best if times, I mean the compliments we have received because of you girls, the free drinks, the dinners, that one time you girls got me out of a traffic ticket. At least gravity hasn’t hit us yet. I can proudly say I still got even without a bra on they are still perky. But back to the other parts, I may not have treated you like a Temple, body, but I always made sure we dressed nicely, wore pretty shoes, had a nice tan, and sacrificed the workouts for drinking and dancing. But that was only to show you the appreciation I have for us. So How can it be that after all the good times together that this is how you repay me with these aches and pains. I refuse to go down without a fight, I may be turning a year older but I definitely won’t let it affect my body, the Temple ( well the Temple of Life ). Can someone please get me an icepack, the heating pad, and my glasses…..

Home Alone

I can remember as a teenager, I couldn’t wait to be on my own, with my own house, no curfew, no responsibilities from the parentals. I moved to Florida to live with my Aunt and Uncle, then to my ex-husbands mother’s home with him (we were building our house needless to say it wasn’t the best of circumstances), finally to our own home. Even after my divorce I lived with my family until I found my own place. It was great except not much furniture, I was never home except to shower, sleep, or it was the meeting place for the night on the town with all of my friends. Then I meet the present boyfriend, fell madly in love and I moved in together way too soon. Needless to say I have never really lived on my own to appreciate life on my own. I wish now I would’ve made better choices back then to really have live the single life as an adult who wasn’t using her previous home as a sleep, eat, and drink station. I appreciate my alone time, reading a book, cooking what I want, drinking a glass of wine, not having to pick up after someone 24/7, and having a clean home to come too at the end of the day. All I can say is live life to the fullest and appreciate your time because it all changes when you involve someone else in your equation. I think now, that being Home Alone is probably the best feeling of being an adult.

Here is how I see it...

Here I am working in a man’s world, and know as much or if not more than the man himself. Why is it that to the men in this environment, they can’t see past the boobs, the eyes, and smile, to see the brain and the smarts that a woman actually has to offer. And we are offended by this as a woman. But, when it is between woman to woman, we can’t see past the boobs, the hair, make-up, and the clothes that she is wearing, to see the brain and the smarts that she has to offer. In this time of when looks outweighs the smarts, how is it that as a woman we can judge a book by its cover, that we get pissed when a man can’t get past our looks to see have the smarts. Maybe, we should see that one can have the brains and the looks and still work in a man’s world, but still be judged by our looks in a woman’s eyes. Something to think about…………

Little Things.....

Good afternoon, I dont know why but, why is it that men think after they chased you, made you there partner, that they forget the little things. I mean it could be 1 month to 4 years down the line but what is it in their little brains to make them forget that there is still some chase left in us. Just because you got “the girl” your work is not done, OH, NO Buddy, far from over! Remember, the little things, my favorite flower ( no it isn’t a rose), or get my favorite Starbucks coffee, pick up the new issue of my favorite magazines (Glamour, Cosmo, Style People), start my car when its cold, ect. I remember your laundry, social gatherings, favorite foods, family birthdays, so repay the favor without me having to ask you. We are so busy in our days of work, school, family and friends take a minute and remember the little things in life that count and could make me smile just because…………