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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.
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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Wednesday, March 30, 2011
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So, I have this red dress that
I got in Miami on a ‘hope to meet my soul mate' excursion. Needless to say, I did not meet my soul mate on that trip
but I did find the bate. My ‘I’m Really Not a Waitress’ OPI red dress is so tight, every time I try to zip
up I think, for sure, either the zipper is going to rip or I’m going to catch my skin in it. The shiny fabric has just
enough spandex to hug every curve and is cut in such a way that distributes any curves in the wrong places to the right places.
Plus, the sweeping off the shoulders neckline just adds to the minx factor. It really is a winner. If I could wear it to all
sporting events I attended, I’d be married by now.
I wore it in public for the first time 2 years
ago to a family charity event. The majority of my audience was married with children so, that didn’t help my cause.
It traveled with me to every place I moved and almost every vacation since I’ve owned it in hopes the opportunity to
wear it again would present itself. Alas, to no avail, until Australian Day.
My friend, Alison, called me
on a whim. It was mid-week and we were having blizzard-like conditions. You could barely see two feet in front of you it was
so blustery with snow and wind. Boston was practically shut down. She scored an extra ticket (because of the weather) to a
black tie Australian wine tasting event at the Park Plaza and wondered if a) I would want to go in two hours and b) if I had
an outfit. Well, as luck would have it, not only did I have an outfit but I was at the salon for my 5-week touch up. Of course,
I said, “Hell to the ya! See you at 7!”
My biggest decision was, “Do I wear my snow boots?”
Since I was determined to meet my soul mate this time, I decided that was just too much baggage. So, I compromised with tights
and carefully navigated my way to the corner in 4” black patent, strappy platforms to hail a cab.
got there one course late and we were sitting at the same table as the wine maker. Alison graciously saved my first course
and glass of wine that went with it so I would not only be able to intelligently discuss the wines later but also hit ‘drunk’
around the same time she did. It worked. As the night rolled on, we made friends with the wine makers and the waiters. So,
while everyone else at the party consumed the equivalent of one bottle of wine, we each consumed 2-3.
fact, we were so much fun, the wine maker and his wife invited us for champagne in the bar after the event. At that point,
no one had made a comment about my dress so, I decided to take matters in my own hands. My bright idea consisted of a carefully
constructed text but, I had to consider the driving conditions so, my only choice was another city dweller.
can I just tell you? I may not have met my soul mate but I did end up in a 5-story brownstone on Marlborough Street next door
to Tom and Giselle. So, kudos to the red dress, I think I’m getting closer.
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