Daaaah Word?

I figure the concept of eternity is beyond us, I have always said that the human brain can not and will not let you wrap your brain around that word. I have realized that for most of eternity I will be dead and for the rest of the little (and by little I mean a tiny minuscule wee miniature dinky mini second) of the time, I will be spending it on this earth, the reality is, I'm going to spend a lot more time dead then alive, not trying to be a buzz kill but if you really thought about things like that, would you waist anymore time sweating the small stuff? crying over spilled milk? or giving a fuck? I think not, so lets all just have fun, laugh at the pain, tickle the haters, give noogies to insignificant problems and things out of our control, because this ride is fast and short and I don't even like milk.

Just Because it's a Tuesday

I get to work today and there is a package for me, of course I was like "FOR MEEEEE?" at that time not knowing who they were from, I opened the box and it was these beeeautiful red roses, the part that blows me away is that I have always told my closest girlfriends and have NEVER shared this with anyone BUT my close friends (up until now) that I don't care for flowers when it's my Birthday or Valentines Day or because I'm sick or they fucked up, I just want flowers because it's a Tuesday, the card attached made my jaw drop.

I will be honest, I hesitated posting this, not even sure why, but I don't think there is anything wrong sharing that someone did something very sweet for me today. I deserve it :)

Fuck It!

Sunday

I don't watch football so I spent the day drinking Mimosas and shopping for hours. I realistically should of had rich scratched off too, but I told Tats that having 2 on my T-shirt would be bad for my ego, so I'm RICH, so fucking rich, bitches, balls deep in the hunskies! An old single rich broad? Who wants to know?

*I was told I look like Susan Hoffs not one time but TWO times over the weekend. Sweet!

Friend: why did you hire a maid? you love cleaning, it's what you Mexicans do.

Me: I know, I actually hate cleaning lately, I need someone to do my walls and 3 bathrooms, why do I have 3 bathrooms? Thats stoooopid.

Friend: Your place is waaaaay to big for you and EJ, when does Maria start?

Me: She's a white lady, dumbass... Muaaahaahaaa!!!

Dear Summer

We miss you

2 hour limit

Last night this group here, had an overdue reunion and a night of dancing at the W... also, this group here, (all freshly single) are all going to spend Valentines Day weekend in Vegas, over dinner we decided fuck that we don't have Valentines and lets take a road trip to Vegas, so why all you love birds are having romantic dinners, sweet loving moments over deep eye contact and kisses, while you both stick little heart shaped candies into each others mug pieces, with little messages like "I love your farts" and "will you be my anal tonight?" followed by bubble baths and ending with a hot steamy rump, YUCK, who the hell wants that? (I secretly do, shhhhhh) WE will be loving on Vegas. This is going to be fun for 2 reasons...
1. My friends are fun
2. It's Vegas, duuuuuuh!!!

I set myself up, lets see how long the "2 hour limit" nickname last

Le Plan

*Picture taken of meh: by Ashley Quai

I'm going to spend my 40's in Paris, when my job as a Mother (which, I think that job never sees a final day) is due, when the young lad turns 18 and he then decides on college, to move out, be on his own and experience the world as an independent young, smart, open minded, handsome Man (Because that is what the last 12 years and the next 6 years have been about accomplishing) Mommy is moving to France, so along with raising this young man, I will add french classes to the next 6 years, so when I arrive in Paris in the year 2016, I will be able to ask for my baguette extra crispy, my cafe creme on the light side and point me to nearest rich french homme. I will be a quadragenarian, with finger crossed that I will look like a 30 something...

To be continued....

Sean 'Diddy' Combs, Sean 'Puffy' Combs, Sean Combs, Puff Daddy, P Diddy, Sean John, Puffy, What?

I'm still thinking it's just a matter of time before Diddy wants to buy this picture I took of him. I'm picking out my Aston Martin as we speak

"PhD. playa haters degree"

Maneuver

Friend: I pulled a Barby maneuver tonight

Me: OH OH, my maneuvers are never good news

Monday Monday

Monday, was one of the funnest days I have had in a while, after my week off, I was given Monday off as well, I was left with a completely free day from work and Mommy duty (the stinker stayed at Dads to have boy time over the Jazz game) I made plans to have lunch with my L.A homies (The Filmpunks) I have been friends with these guys for years and have been involved in some projects and fashion shows. I had a pretty impressive social life in L.A a couple of years ago, I spent A LOT of time there, I miss these guys and with good reason, like the fact that every time I hang with them we have so much fun, what I thought was just a lunch date and chit chat, turned into a day of ice skating, hot chocolate with rum, a tour of the Mormon temple (mind you, we were drinking) an amazing 2 hour sushi dinner and a bottle of wine snuck into the late movie. All done while millions of "I hate Mondays" were being mumbled world wide.

We found Jesus.

We determined we are the worst group of ice skater in the world

(and the show off in the back ground, Betch!)

Barracuda

Jessica and Rocknrollbarby

Sundance has come to a close, one good week was enough for me, between that, Vegas, a sleep over with 12 year olds over the weekend, basketball games, Voodoo Darling rehearsals, I'm beat, and this week shows no signs of having mercy one me...it's nice to have evidence that I have a teency-weency, itty-bitty, little bit of fun (all the time)

Voodoo Darlings Shenanigans

*Sunday rehearsals are always a little like this.

How about vicious girls?

After he asked me if I liked bad boys, he left me speechless and all I could do was give him a simper, it wasn't until hours later that a esprit de l'escalier popped in my head, that rarely happens. It did remind me of this song (another Myspace discovery) they sure did throw elegant and sexy gatherings in the 80's, didn't they?

Do girls like bad boys? I think we want it all, a combination of bad and good, the bad that does not include being jobless and the good that doesn't include being a pussy. Slap my ass but please make my bed in the morning.

Vintage and music shopping . "No one has been as good to me, as I have been to myself lately" -Me