You know how it is. You kind of know the URL of the website you need, but you don’t quite remember it. You give it a guess. Often you are right. Once in a while, things go amusingly wrong (provided your employer has very flexible content controls). Of course, I never really thought about this
With all the excitement over the $500 million Mega Millions lottery drawing, I’ve started thinking about how I’m going to spend my winnings (since, I think it’s obvious that I will win it), and reviewing how my life will change. A girl has got to be ready for this sort of thing. You know that
This Which led to this: Which led to this: In public. Here’s how. A kind friend has taken me in hand and is trying to help me put together some “taking a meeting” outfits in attempt to at least make me feel comfortable enough in my own skin (and wardrobe) to project a totally false
Quick! What am I thinking? If you know me in real life, you’ve probably seen this look at least once. Feel free to post in comments, twitter, email, etc.
According to Hollywood, which is always right in these matters, the only thing a woman needs to get her confidence back (sexual or otherwise) is to have a fling with a 20-something male. I haven’t done an exhaustive study, but I have a feeling that at least some of those scripts were written by 20-something
Close your eyes and try to conjure up an image of your first day of high school. If you are my age, and a guy, you might have tried pulling off a Duran Duran (or maybe a Prince) look. Ladies, I’m feeling that a “Like a Virgin” Madonna, or “She Bop” Cyndi Lauper phase ran
What all the other women looked like at the screening: What I looked like: …only I also had a jacket and pearl earrings. Sigh.
There is nothing quite like that feeling of seeing someone special across a crowded room (or match.com screen). You feel this connection, and despite all your reservations (which are mostly focused around you not having visited a gym in the last five years), you think that he could be the one. All you need to
I am fabulous at many things: Bitching, Bemoaning my fate, Being critical of my body, and Saying no. If awards were given in any of these categories, I would be legendary. They would have to retire my jersey in a ceremony full of pomp, circumstance and red velvet cupcakes. Sadly, I have yet to be