Ridiculous Girl

Some women will agree that how good you look equals how good you feel.   And alternatively, others may think that how good you feel equals how good you look. But I believe that we all would agree on 2 simple facts.  That every woman wants to look good .....and every woman wants to feel good. For me there comes a certain confidence when I look good.  When I'm all dressed up, makeup applied flawlessly, jewellery worn perfectly, and red lipstick painted on JUST RIGHT.  Those are the moments in which I shine.   Now let's stop for a brief second and compare to those moments when I definitely do NOT shine.   1) The moments when I first wake up and look like a cross between Mickey Rourke and Blanche from the Golden Girls. 2)  The days at the cottage when my face has not seen makeup for an eternity and I realize how far apart my eyebrows are in comparison to how close together my eyeballs are  :/ 3)  And last but not least, those moments, when my hair is so unbleac

Hey there Ridiculous Fans!! Just wanted to let you know that there will be no new blogs posted for the next 2 weeks.  This Ridiculous Girl needs to relax, party and enjoy her summer!   So stay tuned for new material when I'm back on July 24th! And in the meantime,  keep watching my Facebook page (at Ridiculous Girl) and my Instagram page (@ leokadiaRG) for the crazy antics that I'll be up to! And don't forget to scroll back and catch up on all those ridiculous blogs that you may have missed!   Talk to ya later, alligators!!  Love,  Ridiculous Girl xoxoxo 

There are many expectations in life.   Expectations in your career, in your marriage,  in your home, in your family.....the list goes on and on. As an employee, you are expected to work.   As a parent, you are expected to parent. As a teacher, you are expected to teach. And....as a writer, you guessed it........are expected to write. But what happens when you have ZERO desire to do the one thing that is expected of you?? ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Every week, I post a new blog. I excitedly sit down at my desk, Polish beer at hand, and I write.   I write and I write and I write. There have been many a day that I have completely lost track of the time only to realize that I am finishing my story at 2 o'clock in the morning. Aside:  Well.....it's actually only 9pm, but my 9pm is everyone else's 2am because I go to bed super early.   Not to mention, I have to get in at least 1 episode of GIRLS or