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.

Breathe in...Breathe out.

It came to my attention recently that I have a very large amount of peace in my life. Sure, I often bitch about the little things...bills, boys, public transportation. But really, my life is my own. All decisions lie under my control (more or less.)
I am the person who chooses the color I want the new duvet to be. I am the person who dictates what I eat for dinner. I am the person who gives me permission to stay out late on a work night, drinking beers and commiserating with friends.
I am also the person who pays the bills. I am the person who has to get her hands on power tools to hang the curtains that go with that new duvet. I am the one who suffers bad nutrition and hangovers from her choices.
But if my future comes out anything like I hope it will, this will not always be the case. Someday, there may be someone there who cares (although minimally) about what color the duvet is. He will also be the one who hangs the curtains.
If I make the choice to eat pizza for dinner twice in one week, there may be small people missing out on servings of veggies because of it. If I am hungover, it will only make the "why" phase more painful for me.
The moral here is...I look forward to the day when my life is not only my own, but for now, it is. It is all about me, and only me. I am usually inclined to see only the curse in that, but today, I see the blessing.
So for now, I vow to ignore the guilt if I want to lay on that new duvet all day Saturday. I promise to be aware of the moments that I get now to be selfish and choose only what I want, right now.
After all, It's all about me.

Green Acres

I know I'm supposed to hate the place I grew up.

I'm well aware that it can be intolerant of differences of any kind. I remember that there isn't anything to do ever. I always hated having to travel out of town to get...well, anything!

But it's hard to remember all of that when I spent the day hanging out with my Grandma and my dog. Then I went to Walmart, where everything could be found in one store, and for about $2 cheaper than anywhere in the city.

It's hard to hate it when I saw my uncle this morning and we compared tattoos standing on the lawn. Yes, a LAWN. Made of grass. Green grass. And strangely located right in front of their house.

Another thing...I wore flip flops today. My toes were so happy.

So, when I am just visiting, it's hard to remember what is so bad about this quiet little town, with all it's trees and lawns. Perhaps my senses are clouded by the sun on my toes and the soft serve ice cream I ate an hour ago in the sun.

Have a happy weekend everyone....reality will set in soon enough!

Pathetic

Look, I wish I wasn't so excited about this...but I am..so deal with it.

Geez...will you look at his abs? Michael Phelps? Who?