Running into an ex-boyfriend, the inevitable encounter we ladies all dread. We picture the moment it will happen in our heads, and off course, we always look fabulous. However, in reality we usually end up looking like frumpy aunt Franny. Why do we always look our worst when we run into an ex-boyfriend?
I never wear sweat pants to go outdoors. I mean never, except for about three weeks ago when I bumped into an ex from college. Off course, I was wearing pig-tails because apparently the encounter needed an additional dose of awkward. Yep, looking like a six-year old sealed the deal. We shot the breeze and talked about our lives and all the while I just wanted to run away. Why couldn't I have been wearing one of those killer power suits that day?
Have you ever ran into an ex looking less than your best? do share!
Anyone who knows me, knows about my penchant for trying new cuisine. I’ve
always wanted to travel the world and fraternize with locals from various
lands. The place that has always been the epitome of my ideal vacation spot is the
French Riviera, otherwise known as the Cote D’azur.
While I would want
to hit the town and sample the finest dishes from some of the finest
restaurants at the French Riviera, I have to admit I’m most interested in the offerings of local
eateries. When I travel, I’m more concerned about the authenticity of the
dishes that I eat and the histories behind them. Having that knowledge somehow makes the food taste better. In my opinion, little shops and
hole-in-the-wall places are best at maintaining old culinary traditions and
techniques. They are often the heart of any city.
On my list of
delicious dishes to try are Bouillabaisse, ratatouille,
porchetta (stuffed suckling pig), an assortment of cheeses, the stinkier the
better, and off course lots of Rosé, which seems fitting for the sunny, Mediterranean locale.
I don’t know
about you, but if I were browsing the web in a foreign country with the goal of
finding popular restaurants for a fun night out, I would definitely go to a website
that can translate the information in English. Unless you're one of those rare breeds who prefer to decipher each word using Webster. Why do all the work, when companies are able and willing to do it for you?
I’m no expert but
I’m guessing that not having a translation software, or worse, having a bad
translation software can be disastrous for a business, especially startups
with limited funds.
I really want to add another fragrance to my rolodex of scintillating scents. For some time now, I've been coveting a fragrance that is warm, spicy, sexy, complex and intoxicating. Am I asking for too much? So, when I came acrossJo Malone's Pomegranate Noir, the description immediately captured my attention: "the sensuality of a daring red dress," "spicy woods," dark and enigmatic." I just had to have it, so I went ahead and purchased the 30 ml bottle.
I was really disappointed after the first spritz, it just smelled like a field of cloves. Anyone who knows me is aware of my dislike of cloves, have you ever eaten one of those things? yuck! However, after a few minutes, the scent began to mellow out and the cloying clove smell completely dissipated. I was intrigued. A few minutes after that, I sniffed my wrist and was flabbergasted. It was woody, a little spicy and totally seductive. It's not exactly the sexy fragrance I was looking for, but it's definitely a contender for my ever-changing and ever-growing repertoire of scents. I look forward to trying some of Jo Malone's other fragrances.
I cannot believe 2014 is already over. Yes, I've had a few derailments along the way but I have to admit, it has been one heck of a year. 2014 was my year of self-discovery. I surprised myself this year, I truly did, and I've had several of those, "Yep, I just did that," and "nailed it!" moments. Not to mention, I fell in love, received my master's degree, and somewhere in between faced and overcame all those little fears that I previously allowed to stunt my personal development. I plan to enter 2015 full of fearless energy and I will ride that wave for as long as I'm able.
I'm ready for you 2015!
What are your plans for tonight? Hitting the town?
Be safe and a rapturous New Year, all! Cheers!
"God gave us our memories so that we might have roses in December."
When I was younger, the future seemed so far away. In many ways, like a fairy tale because the structure of most of my thoughts and yearnings were implausible and consisted of mythical beings like elves, goblins, dragons, fairies and other magical creatures. I assure you, I'm not exaggerating. Those whimsical notions were only exacerbated because my nose was always buried in Charles Perrault's Cinderella, or some other Disney fabricated folly.
As a child, I remember wishing with all my might for the days when I would have to make an adult decision. But now that those days are here, I'm terribly afraid. Afraid of making the wrong choices, utterly rattled about what's to come.
However, what I'm comfortable with is my choice not to be a mother, at least for right now. Lately, I've been bombarded with questions about marriage and motherhood. You can almost guarantee that nosy relatives will inevitably swarm around a late-twenty something woman during the holiday season, venomous stingers prepped and ready to strike. Their sole mission: to coax the childless woman into birthing a new colony. Being the deflecting Ninja that I'am, I brought my career endeavors to the forefront and quickly somersaulted my way into the arms of my sole ally, the one person who truly understands, Stapha. My cousin, Robino.
However, what I failed to realize was that he too had joined the ranks of the swarming honeybees."When are you going to have children?" he said, his brows furrowed. His stung was searing and soaked with heavy puzzlement. I never expected to hear such a question from my uber-independent and somewhat jaded cousin/partner-in-crime. I felt sucker-punched. I was mostly taken aback by his tone because tethered to that innocent inquiry of his was the phrase every woman dreads, "before it's too late." As if there is something unnatural even alien about where I'am in my life right now. It didn't seem to matter that I had just earned a Master's degree a few days earlier. No, the important question was, where is your husband and why don't you have a screaming tot permanently attached to your hip? It also didn't help the matter, that my grandmother reminded me, ad nauseam, that my mother was raising a family by the time she was 21.
Many moons ago, I promised myself that I would never allow anyone to pressure me into motherhood. Yes, the future is here and those questions have surfaced, and seem to be coming at me from every direction. I can't very well put a lid on them. But what I can do is make the decision to deal with these life-altering issues in my own time and in my own terms. I'm so unsure about most of these topics, but that's perfectly ok. The time will come when I will be sure. I hope.
Tick, tock, tick, tock. This is for you, last minute Christmas shoppers. Yes, I mean you. Despite our best efforts, many of us find ourselves scouring various department stores days and sometimes hours before December 25th. Hopefully, the list below will help alleviate your chaotic search for a last minute Christmas present.
When I was younger, my mother used to buy me these darling french book series called Martine. Each Christmas, like clockwork, I would read the books until I fell asleep. I must have done so for at least ten years straight. Recently, I found the collection of Martine books on amazon and the nostalgia was just overwhelming. What a great tradition to pass down! Doesn't snuggling in bed with your favorite book, and perhaps a mug of steaming hot chocolate sound heavenly? Do you have any special Christmastime traditions?
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