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The next 20.

I figured the best way to come back to my blog after a too-long hiatus was.........to just come back!

No big explanation, no big fuss,  but just to say, I missed you......I hated being away......I needed some time..... and now I'm back!  And not only am I back, but I am back with a whole new mission and plan for Ridiculous Girl.

I've been working diligently on the future of RG, and you will be seeing some major changes in the next few months.  I'm crazy excited to share this all with you.....it's just beyond.

So for my followers who have been reading and re-reading my entries and waiting patiently for the next one.....and for my "team" who has been inspiring me, motivating me and teaching me every single day to get better (you know who you are), THANK YOU for being so patient with me. I love you all. xo

So stay tuned, because I have some hilarious and delicious stories for you!

And with that......here's the latest entry of Ridiculous Girl. 


The NEXT 20 things you didn't know about me.  Enjoy :)


21.  I can't stand foam.  Any kind of foam. I hate it.  My body and jaw instantly get paralyzed when just looking at it.  FORGET about touching it. FORRRR-GET ABOUT IT!! 

22.  When I was a kid, I used to walk around my neighborhood blaring a boombox that I carried on my shoulder.  That's not even the best part......I had no tapes, so I borrowed one from my Dad......it was a tape of Polish Waltzes.

23.  I draw my eyebrows on everyday.  I draw them on differently depending on my mood. Today....they are....angled, and inquisitive.  It's like I'm constantly saying..."Hmmm...interesting....."  without actually saying anything at all.

24.  I'm stubborn.  VERY stubborn.  I follow Robert Downey Jr's motto of:  "Listen, smile, agree, and then do whatever the f**k you were gonna do anyway".  Brilliant.

25.  I never kill spiders.  Ever.  I took a shower with a spider the other day.  It's THAT bad. 

26.  I secretly want to be Iron Man.  I want to go down to my basement and have a secret closet with my Iron Man get-up in it.  And then when I'm bored, or if world needs saving, I just run downstairs, put it on....and kick some serious ass!!

27.  I hate being in liquor stores.  I have no idea what I'm doing or what I should buy.  I end up walking around aimlessly for hours.  Security always has their eye on me.

28. I snore.  Booo :(

29. I'm obsessed with sunken boats.  Completely obsessed.  I will stare at pics of sunken boats online for hours.  But I would NEVER go near one.  I like to look at them from afar.   I once stood on a dock in Florida and stared at 2 boats that were capsized for an hour.  Sooooo gross........I wanna go back....

30.  I once did a mini-funeral for 2 tiny little mice who died in my organics bin in the garage.  I buried them and everything.  Yet, I set mouse traps at my cottage all the time....???  That one's a conundrum.....

31.  I hate lingerers.  Urgh.....lingerers......


32.  I get very addicted to songs that I like.  I will listen to the same song over and over and never get sick of it.  When I was in my 20's, I made my friends listen to Platinum Blonde's "It doesn't really matter" all the way up to the cottage.  It was a 3 hour drive. They HATED me when we finally got there.  They also hated Platinum Blonde.  They also hated my air-drumming solo which I did every single time, yelling "Guys!  BEST part!!!"

33.  I always shake my right leg.  But for some reason I can't shake my left leg??  It's weird.  Sometimes I'll practice.  I'll sit there and try to shake my left leg at the same speed as my right.  Can't do it!?

34.  I'm a sucker for a handsome man with a beard.  Ugh.  Just delicious.

35.  I hate silence.  If I'm hanging out with someone, I will fill EVERY moment of silence.  I NEVER want it to be awkward, so I just keep talking.  I've noticed that my daughter Lola does the same now.  We caught her standing next to her BFF at her birthday party last year and in a moment of silence during a game of hide-and-go-seek, she says "so....what'd ya think of that birthday cake??"

36.  I have ridiculous hair.  It's straight and wiry and sticks straight out. I very often resemble Gary Busey. 

37. I have a horrible memory.  It's really bad.  Wait....what was I saying?

38.  I bust everybody's balls.  You can't say anything stupid around me cause I'll razz you about it all night.  And I usually end most sentences with "That's what SHE said!"

39.  I, very often, eat nutella with a spoon from the jar.  Don't judge.  I've had a rough year.

And finally.......drum roll please.......DA DA DA DAAAAAAA.........

40.  I never thought I'd say this but......I LOVE being single again :)

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