Ridiculous Girl

When I was young, my parents taught me the value of working hard. Tata (my dad),  said the following things to me on a daily basis: 1)  "Life is hard" 2)  "It's hard to watch the show from the cheap seats (which he pronounced cheap SEEDS)" and 3)  "If you're not going to be a doctor, lawyer or dentist, don't bother becoming anything else because you will not get anywhere in life". Tata constantly reiterated that one must work incredibly hard in life, even if that meant hating what you did.  Because as long as you had a great paycheque coming in every week, then you were successful. I did not agree. I didn't know at the time that I didn't agree, but as the years passed and I got older, I knew that my theories did not match those of my beloved father's. It all started when I promised Tata that I would write the MCAT to try and get into med school.  I had no desire whatsoever to write the feared exam.   And yet

This story is an " oldie... but a goodie " as my Tata would say. Let's go back in time for a bit, shall we?  About 10 years ago....when I was working for a shoecare company.   I did this part-time gig where I would go to high-end shoe stores and teach the staff how to use shoe-care products.   Usually the job shifts were early in the morning, before the store opened, so I would very often sleep over at my sister's condo the night before so that I didn't have a long commute the next morning. As my sister and I were watching The David Letterman show the night of my sleep-over, I found that I finally hit my wall and needed to call it a night. I announced to my sis that I was ready for bed. "Ok! Sounds good." Mishi answered.  "I'll stay up a little, but I'm hitting the sack soon too." My sister only had one bedroom at the time, so we had to share a bed.   About 10 minutes later, as I was pulling up my covers, she snuck into the bedro

Today's blog is continued from last week.  So I'll give you time to go back and read last week's blog if you haven't yet.   Because there's one thing that drives me mental......and it's people that skip my blogs and don't read the prequels.   That's super lazy.  You don't want to be lazy, do you?? Not to mention, you are going to miss CRITICAL life lessons and facts about me.   And you're also gonna be that  annoying person asking "Wait, who's that??  Why did they go there?  Who's handsome guy?  Why do people call her Ludge?  Why is she afraid of blue pontoons??"   So please stop being a crazy-pants and read the prequel.....and the rest of my fabulous blog entries.... and save us all that heartache. THANK YOU!!! Love,  Ridiculous Girl xoxo ps -  Sorry if that was a little harsh.  But it's only cause I love you.  And it'll make you stronger - I promise! Ok.....if you've finally read la

There comes a moment in every woman's life that is monumental.  Life-changing.  EPIC.   This moment has the power to change the way you think about yourself and every other woman around you.  It is on this day, that you have the right to say that you have gained a certain notoriety.  A certain power, and a certain wisdom that your former self could not even fathom. Of course I speak of the woman's 40th birthday. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ It was August 31st of last year, and I was packing for yet another fabulous weekend up at the cottage.  But this weekend would be extra special. Not only was it my birthday weekend, which, let's be honest, is ALWAYS fabulous (mostly because I force everyone to celebrate it nonstop for the entire 3 day long weekend whether they want to or not), but  THIS weekend would be the weekend to end all weekends.   This was my 40th birthday weekend.   And I was ready and excited to brin