Can I Just Tell You?

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Can I just tell you? This whole site needs an overhaul. My goodness! Thank you for visiting, come back again in a few weeks. I still appreciate your support. :)
 
I love your support. So many of you have encouraged me to keep writing all these years. I took a few years off because I wasn't feeling very confident about my skill and self-conscience about my subject matter. I really appreciate your gentle (sometimes haunting) push to get back on the proverbial horse. My favorite thing in the world is making someone laugh, typically at my own expense. It warms my heart to hear that my silly stories have helped you smile or laugh out loud when you felt like that's the last thing you could do.

 

I also really appreciate the support of many boyfriends who read through my entire collection of crazy and still chose to continue dating. I'm not sure if you felt bad for me or found me charming. Regardless, thanks for the encouragement.

 

I'm going to change things up a little bit. As you may have guessed, from some of my posts, I have aspirations of writing a book. (Or two, three, or four… We'll see.) Anyway, all of my stories, up to this point 8/3/15, are true and happened to me. I'm thinking about adding some characters to my stories and playing around with fiction writing. You'll be able to tell the real stories from fiction. I think. ;-)

 

I'm not sure what my books are going to be like, yet. I've always enjoyed reading fiction but, maybe non-fiction is the right path for me. I'm pretty confident with the voice I've developed in telling my silly stories and would like to continue to write in that tone. I know I'm going to start off slow because, as you know, self-discipline has never been one of my stronger qualities. I may try to play around with other subjects, too. Stay tuned.

 

This site is meant to make you laugh through stories that you may be able to relate to whether it's sour love, a cooking disaster, a social faux-pas, etc. So, bear with me as I stumble through my experiences, hopefully, more gracefully than the actual event, but just as funny, and either share the lesson or just make you laugh out loud.

If there's ever a story that really hits your funny bone or makes your day, let me know. I'd love to hear from you.

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Monday, July 27, 2009

Flashback
I work with a gentleman who occasionally forwards inspirational PowerPoints. This week the subject line was “All the Girls I’ve Loved Before.” When I saw it on my blackberry, I thought, “Uh oh. What, on earth, is this going to be? omg.” I opened the PowerPoint when I got to a computer; it was a slide show of screen sirens of the 40s and 50s with photos of their hey-days and a current photo. His point of sending it seemed to be a question of good vs. bad plastic surgery in the current photos.  

As I went through the show though, I couldn’t help but notice the confidence these women exuded in their younger years, none of them had particularly stunning features, except for Sophia Loren. They were just confident and knew they were sexy. (The current photos were just quick snapshots that didn’t give much information about the women, other than possible plastic surgery mishaps.)
 

I thought about those pictures all day, vacillating about my own self-image. Sure, I’m a little older than those women where in their locker room magazine shots but, I still kinda have a youthful look about me… I couldn’t help think how fast those “sexy” years can go by if you let them. (I can’t remember the last time my cleavage saw the light of day. Or even a dim nightlight, for that matter.) Jennifer Anniston, Demi Moore, Madonna, and Helen Mirren, among others, have all fought back and have given the public “sexy” through 40s and into 60s. 
 

Can I just tell you? I want to be an object-of-desire into my 60s! Yes, I am carrying 10 extra pounds of Fenway Franks and potato chips but that is going to change, dammit. Right now, I’m saying, “Buh bye, Tummy. So long, Cellulite. Hello, Cleavage, nice to see you again!”
 

I had a flashback of myself 15lbs ago when I thought I was overweight and far from appealing. I may have been a little hottie and didn’t even realize! Ugh. Can you imagine? I could have carpel tunnel in my left wrist right now from the weight of a large diamond and my family off my back if I had worked that perky little fanny harder!
 

Carpel tunnel, here I come!
(My attention-getting backside days may be gone but I think they make jeans for that… besides, there’s always catwalk class.) 

I signed up for WeightWatchers.com too and managed to stay within my points today. Well, until I got home from work and took a walk…
 

A trough of veggie chips can be considered a vegetable, right?

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