The other day I was advised to write a few letters, one to my 13-year-old self (before all the body changes, before the boys, before the pain) I need to tell her that I’m sorry that I could never truly stay consistent with my spiritual self and my connection with nature. I am to forgive myself for what I’ve allowed and also to forgive myself for whatever I think or feel that I did wrong. This letter will be on a different level than the one I wrote a few years ago, titled a letter to my twenty something self.
Once that letter is complete I was then told that I needed to write a letter to those that have hurt me, caused pain, who have betrayed me or who were just slimy bastards. “Write a letter to those mother fucking assholes who done you wrong, because that’s what they are, assholes.”
To be me again, I need to release the anger. (Click to read more)
While scrolling Twitter I came across a tweet by one of my favorite bloggers who posed a question in regards to an article that she had read “I Decided to Become a ‘Submissive’ Wife—Without Telling My Husband”, amused I clicked on it and began reading.
See, I thought being on the cusp of the new Fifty Shades movie it would dive into a world of being a submissive wife in the bedroom while her husband called all the kinky shots.
I was wrong.
The writer spoke about how she did a little experiment of her very own after watching The Submissive Wives’ Guide to Marriage, on TLC. Shit, why didn’t I know about this show? Sure, I’ve been a little preoccupied lately with moving to a new city, work and watching season three of Game of Thrones but if we are being honest here, the title of the show has left me a bit intrigued and yet highly annoyed because I’ve been that submissive doting wife / girlfriend and all it did was create a rift and one hell of a “Go do it yourself then” attitude.
While my thoughts/opinions began to form in my head only bringing back not so pleasant memories. I sought out my lovely, wise and sarcastic bunch of friends to find out what they thought about said article and trust me, they didn’t disappoint. They never do, that’s why I love them so much. (Click To Read More)
An evening out with my girlfriends always brings many bottles of wine, great conversation, hours of laughter and on this particular night ….. it brought insight to a topic that is more common than we would like to admit. The lies men say just to satisfy their one-eyed weasel and why we, believe them.
“Gurrrrrrl I was knee-deep in my own steamy romance novel, the smut was playing out right in front of my eyes and I was its lead character. There I was, lost in his blue eyes…. he took my face in his hands and said “Love, don’t you ever change!”, HOOKED, just like that!
If I knew what I knew now about that lying sob, I would have said “How bout, don’t YOU EVER fucking change” and like the Titanic I should have let his hands go right then and let his ass DROWN. Damn right, I could have rowed my own ass to shore. (Click to read more)
Boy, it’s been awhile, hasn’t it? I don’t have any excuses for not writing or keeping you all entertained by my not so drama filled life. Sure, my life isn’t as chaotic as some may hope or believe it to be. I’m not going to lie and say that things have been great……it hasn’t, but whose life is? And if you answered “mine is” I would cock my head to the side and call bullshit.
Things have changed. After much thought and weighing my pro’s and cons, I changed my career. I got seriously burnt out with medical billing so when an opportunity arose, (one that I wasn’t going to pass up) I grabbed on to it. A month later, I can officially say that I am a Clinical Allergy Specialist. The training was intense……more brutual and mind numbing then the medical coding class that I put myself through. (Click here to read more)
Yes, it’s time for yet another (but this time a bit spunky) If We Were Having Wine.
How are you all doing? How’s your summer going? Would you like refill on your drink? you may want to it’s been a long week and I’m a bit fed up. No this isn’t going to be a rant about our society being idiots; no we’ve heard enough about that in the past few weeks and our hearts need healing. This is just me, being me. So, I’m kicking off my shoes, throwing on some yoga pants, taking off my bra and just letting it all hang out.
*Takes a sip of wine*
Someone enlighten me, PLEASE!! Since when did it become a crime for a book to be intellectually stimulating?
Don’t you as a reader long to be shaken to the core by an author’s word? I know I do!
Don’t you want to hold the book to your chest after reading the last word, sigh and whisper the words “Simply brilliant”
It saddens me when I hear that editors or agents have requested that an author dumb down their book. Seriously? I’ve heard this countless times and I just want to stand between the author and their editor and scream “No, he / she will NOT dumb it down. Do you think Shakespeare, Poe, King or Clancy were told to simplify their words for their readers?” Hell no. (READ MORE)
First off, let me see the ring!!! Congratulations on the engagement girlie!! *cheers*
Thank you! It was a total surprise, and The Bloke did well haha!
Did well?? uhmmm no, he knocked it out of the flipping ballpark, seriously….he proposed to you by a castle in Scotland!!
You know Suzie, we’ve been blogging for over three years and in those three years we have managed to produce thousands of posts…..some of which would remain our favorites and some, well we all have those moments where our brains turn to mush and we write something that later on we declare as rubbish and quickly hit delete all the while hoping that not many had the chance to read it. Do you have a favorite post and not so favorite post?
As many of you winos know….. yesterday was National Wine day. Unfortunately, I didn’t partake in this national event for a couple of reasons, one … I live in a dry country, which simply means they don’t sell liquor in grocery stores (I know, I should have checked this out prior to me moving 3 years ago) unfortunately, the closest liquor store is a good 25 miles away and there was no way this gal was driving that far for a bottle of wine…… and two, my taste buds aren’t fully functioning yet ….this darn cold is holding on like a stubborn ass tick! It flipping won’t go away.
But….If we were having wine I’d ask you if had gone over to Sacha Blacks blog to vote for some of our favorite bloggers for the Annual Blogger Awards.
If you haven’t, just click on the VOTE NOW award ribbon and submit your vote ….. if you need some suggestions, well here are four amazing, entertaining and kick ass bloggers. Take it from me, these bloggers are fabulous and clearly some of my favorite people!!
If you don’t believe me just go and check them out….trust me, you’ll become an instant fan! (READ MORE)
Is not such a bad thing. Sometimes I crave it and will seek the solitude and peacefulness of the woods behind my house. There……in the quietness and beauty that surround me, I’m with my thoughts, my dreams, my desires. I have no one to entertain, no one to judge the words that come from my mouth, no one to distract me ….. there is just ….. me.
There seems to be a stigma on being “alone”, some feel that if you prefer to be alone you must be lonely, sad, distraught or a loner. What these people don’t realize is that there’s a difference in wanting to be alone and being truly lonely. Society has attached “loneliness” with depression, darkness, sadness and fear, in return we end up medicating ourselves to try to be what society expects us to be. (Read More)
“Not all friendships are meant to last forever – My Other Ex ”
Isn’t that the truth?
In a sense it’s common knowledge that as we grow up, life happens and some of our close friendships dwindle away or take a backseat to our family. It’s a shame really. Those moments over a glass of chardonnay promising to never allow a man to get between the friendship, “friends forever” said in unison while glasses clink together now become a faint memory.
In many instances those promises made over chick flicks and wine begin to fade as life happens and just like any breakup the loss of a close friendship is just as painful as ending a relationship with a boyfriend or spouse….. sometimes it’s even harder. (Read More)
That was the last text message I sent to a friend of mine yesterday. I understand that whatever road she chooses for herself and her children is her decision but I care about her so much that I don’t want her to go down that road again with THAT man.
I don’t understand how such a beautiful,caring, intelligent, driven woman can’t see her own self worth? How can she be addicted to such a horrible man that brought her to tears so many times? Not too long ago she shared with me how she found her journal that she kept while she was this man and page after page she warned herself of the red flags, horrible memories filled the pages in front of her, lies he told, broken promises, his rage and so much more. She told me that she would never make those mistakes anymore, that she deserved so much better. I was relieved. (Read More)
As I was sitting in seat 2F getting ready for a weekend of relaxation and a brief escape from my life, I felt the rumble of the plane speeding down the tarmac, my chest being pulled to the back of the seat as the plane lifted off the ground. I stared out the window and felt an overwhelming sense of emotion. As I looked down below and saw California getting further and further away I felt a giant release of the stress that I have been kept captive of for the last few months. Tears started to well up in my eyes; I was determined to leave my troubles and anxiety behind me for the next few days. As the plane started to level off, I looked out at the darkness beside me and flashbacks of the many times that I cried and the overwhelming unease that I had felt over too me. It was at that moment, I realized that I needed to move forward and not dwell on the last few months and to enjoy the next three days of no stress that was going to start as soon as the plane set down at JFK airport. That’s when I closed my eyes and a slight smile appeared across my face. (Read More)
THE MOMENT MY LOVE AFFAIR WITH CHOCOLATE ENDED (part 1 of 4)
Many moons ago, way before I , Valley Girl Gone Country settled down and married The Major I would often hear people say that I was searching for something that only existed in Hollywood movies, you know that happily ever after that plays out so perfectly in chick flick movies? Ok, so I was labeled a hopeless romantic but the way I saw it twenty years ago, I was just hopeless.
At the time my first marriage was in complete disarray, there was no “hanging on by a thread” it was just done. My husband pretty much had checked out emotionally after our first year of marriage, he wanted to live the “single life” with his single friends…..attending weekend parties and heading off to Palm Springs a couple of times a week with his buddies while I was home with our children …which by the way became the norm. I wasn’t stupid….I didn’t have to see the hicky’s on his neck to know what truly was going on. I knew our marriage was over but neither one of us had the balls to declare that our families were right after all this time. (Read More)
WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LEMONS (Part 2 of 4)
When we were young most of us at one time or another mimicked the actions of our parents; boys would push their toy lawn mower around the yard following closely behind their father as he cut the grass, meanwhile little girls would sit on the edge of the bathtub watching their mother apply countless amounts of creams and colorful powders to their face. Kids often mimicked the way their parents spoke, adopted a few of their mannerisms and unfortunately for some of us we picked up behavior that we may have thought was normal but realized once we reached adulthood that what we learned from our parents would be classified as pure dysfunction. It is at that time we are faced with the decision to either continue the cycle of dysfunction or step off the crazy train and stop the cycle from being repeated. (Read More)
“IT’S TIME TO GROW UP” SAID THE BIG MAN UPSTAIRS (Part 3 of 4)
They say when it rains it pours well that it did and what I so desperately needed were the blueprints from good old Noah so that I could build myself one hell of an ark.
When I found out that we were expecting our 3rd child (nineteen years ago) I thought that maybe the news would change Victor into wanting to take the future of our marriage seriously, boy was I wrong. We just fought more… our words were like daggers creating deeper wounds, unrepairable wounds.
“I want a divorce” I told Vic one evening while I was in the kitchen preparing supper for the children. He spent yet another weekend down at his parents’ house while the kids and I stayed back; I stopped going with him because it became apparent by the lack of emotion from his family that Vic was telling them half-truths and leaving out his tales of debauchery and late night parties and making me out to be some awful wife. I admit I wasn’t the best homemaker, I really hadn’t mastered the whole multi-tasking thing quite yet, throw in my temper and the occasional bitchy mood swing; I was a real peach. (Read More)
HELLO DATING WORLD (Part 4 of 4)
It goes without saying that dating was the furthest thing from my mind after the birth of my son; my world simply revolved around my children, working a mediocre job making next to nothing and holding on tightly to my sanity.
A year had passed since Victor and I divorced, we had talked about reconciling after the birth of our son but news had gotten back to me that he was still very much a playboy and had hooked up with a very close friend of mine and her friend one night over a few beers. No, it wasn’t a ménage a Trois type of situation but regardless the news hit me like a ton of bricks not only was I betrayed by this “friend”, I somehow believed that Victor had changed. He definitely hadn’t. (Read More)