Sweden

I'm moving there. Immediately!
Why you ask? What does Sweden have that the good old US of A does not?
This, my friends, This.....Alexander Skarsgard. He's Eric Northman on True Blood and he is so pretty it makes my teeth hurt. Watching that show is borderline painful! They made him all brooding and sexy, a tough guy who has walls up around his tender heart. You know I can't resist that...it's like catnip for me.
"Oh, you have a sensitive side? Allow me to overlook all of your bad behavior and fall in love with you."
It goes a little something like that.
But the tank tops!
And, just when I thought I couldn't fall any more in love with an unattainable man.....I found out he was in a series called Generation Kill.
He. Wore. A. Uniform!!!Oh Geez. If you need me, I'm feeling my jaw off the floor...

The last year of my 20's!

This year, instead of giving in to the panic of counting all the ways that I'm not in the place I am supposed to be ...I just went with it.
And I realized that this year, I am actually where I'm supposed to be. Maybe it's not 100 percent where I thought I was going to be, but that's okay. I'm in a pretty amazing place in life.
My friends and family are fantastic! I got wonderful, thoughtful gifts from everyone, and I got to spend time with a good portion of the important people in my life.
I am actually excited for tomorrow. My work friends are all joining me for drinks, and I know it's going to be fantastic.
For those of you I won't see...I will miss you! I am blessed to have so many fantastic friends and family that I can't possibly see you all. Don't worry, I'll drink a shot in your honor!!! Just Kidding! ;)

Unhatched chickens....

I spoke too soon.
The shoes did not bring me magic. The shoes were being worn while I enjoyed a fantastic day. It happened to be punctuated by something kinda cool. Magic would have been if that something cool transferred into something amazing without any work on my part.
I know...I'm being cryptic. I don't have any intentions of telling you what's going on yet. I am ridiculously superstitious, and don't want to jinx anything. Hence the title. The chickens aren't hatched. The eggs pretty much just popped out of the hen. They are still warm...okay...metaphor taken too far. ugh.

So anyway. I had a great Thursday.

But I have to warn you. My posts may be kinda grouchy or cynical for the next two weeks. You see...my birthday is coming. I distrust my birthday. No matter how I attempt to celebrate, I somehow end up being reminded that I'm not exactly where I thought I'd be by whatever age I'm turning. I mean...that's okay. Don't get me wrong. I'm happy where I am (with a few tweaks I'd be ecstatic!) but it isn't at all what I thought I'd be doing.

So for about two weeks before each birthday, I wrestle with reality. I don't mean that I argue with it a little. It's a full on, kiddie-pool-in-the-front-yard-filled-with-jello kind of wrestling. Reality and I compete to see who is going to kick who's ass this year. Sadly, reality is a pretty amazing jello wrestler.

I am looking forward to the plans I have this year. My friends are taking me out for brunch and shopping the Sunday before, and I have Monday off of work for more shopping and some spa treatments I haven't decided on yet. I plan to walk in to the office on Tuesday with a smile, a new outfit and a pampered glow.
And if any of you see me being cranky, know that there is one cure all for my birthday blues. It's easy really...
Bring me this:Mmmm....Or one of these:That should do the trick.

Magic

They worked! Sort of.....
And today I bought beautiful makeup and am totally feeling like a rockstar! Hope this feeling lasts!
Have a fantastic weekend everyone!!!!
P.S. If you're in SF...it's PRIDE Weekend!!!!! It's always crazy and fun, no matter who you are!

Power Shoes

I'm wearing my power shoes today. They are magic. I don't know what makes them power shoes, but they are.
I think every woman should have a pair of shoes (or any item of clothing) that flips that switch inside them and makes them super aware of all the things that make them amazing.
For me, it's the shoes. The moment I step up into them, I am suddenly aware that I'm sexy, confident and brilliant. Granted, I am all of these things every day ;)
An ex-man of mine told me once that he could see me ruling an empire from a pair of high heels. When I wear the power shoes, I know he's right.
Today I wish you all would go to your closet and pull out your power shoes...or shirt, or earrings, or underpants. (If you don't have power panties...I suggest you get on that right away!)
I feel big things happening for all of us today.
Caio!!!

The Elusive Silver Fox

My post today is inspired once again by my friend over at Hot Man Diet. She has a few delicious pics of Clooney up over there, and I was reminded how I do love a good silver fox.
This may surprise some of you, who know me to be fond of the young ones. I have in fact, been called a Cougar Cub. Apparently this is a woman who has all the traits of a Cougar, but has yet to hit the lower age qualifications. So I'm only slightly too old for the young hot thangs running all over the SF bars. Great.
But I do have a special place in my heart for the Silver Fox. Urban Dictionary defines a Silver Fox in a number of ways. My favorite? "An attractive older man with gray, white or silver hair. Anderson Cooper 'nuf said!"
I couldn't agree more. Check out those blue eyes! You know, we would have gorgeous children. Too bad I heard he is also on the hot man diet. But still....I do love it when he's pensive. Probably thinking about those beautiful babies we would have.

And because he is the ultimate Silver Fox....What is it about Clooney? The man just has that Something that makes him irresistible.
Maybe it's the wisdom around the eyes. That must be it! He knows what you're thinking, and he doesn't entirely disapprove.

And last on my list for the day is McSteamy.He's not yet a true Silver Fox, because he is just starting to grey..but damn. I hope his wife wakes up every morning and thanks God she is alive.

Seriously, who wouldn't want to find THIS in their kitchen tomorrow morning? So I guess what I'm saying here is that I'm ready to move beyond the Cougar Cub status. Younger men are hot, but mama is a little past the point of being a teacher, if you know what I'm sayin.
Nothing wrong with a little wisdom and life experience. And a hot bod.
Have a lovely weekend!
XOXO

A woman after my own heart.

Yesterday I was *ahem* "working," and I found a blog that I can't believe I've lived without this long!
It's called The Hot Man Diet. I love this blog. The author is sassy and real and would likely be my best friend forever if we ever met. We share a bond over biceps, an affiliation of abs, we're bonded by buns... (okay, I'll stop)

The entire mission statement on the blog is to lose wieght by motivating yourself with the thoughts of all the hot men you can have if you don't eat that Snickers. She advocates pausing when you are about to make a poor eating decision to ask yourself "Will this help me get a hot man?" If the answer is no...walk away.
Yeah Yeah, I know there are other nutrition factors and things to think about, and I also don't want to hear that I am a beautiful, smart woman who can get a hot man no matter my size. (Well, maybe that is okay, if you must. ) Also, there will be no telling me that I don't need a man, and I'm fine on my own. I know all these things.
But the truth is, my puppies, I will be oogling these hot men anyway. I mean..you read my blog. It's all boys and cupcakes.

Go check out The Hot Man diet. If I'm slacking off on posting my usual dose of beefcake, she will happily supply. I love this blog.