Please hold, somebody will be with you shortly :)

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

Comments

The Platinum Monster.

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...

Remember when you used to blog?

"Remember when you used to blog? Those were the days....." This is what a dear old friend recently wrote to me on Facebook. I was shocked. Shocked that this person who I respected and liked so much even read my blog, or even knew that I had one. And incredibly humbled and honoured that he took the time to send me that simple little line. I stared at the computer and re-read his words over and over again. His comment had sent a wave of emotions running through me. And I'm sure he had no idea, but he had said exactly what I had been feeling for the past year and a half. I must have re-read that sentence 20 or even 30 times. And when I finally felt l like I had tortured myself enough, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, lifted my head, put my hands on my keyboard.........and starting writing. Again. -------------------------------------------------------------- Writing had always been a source of healing for ...

Mouse Mafia.

……continued from last blog post…… Well then……. NO MORE MISS NICE GUY!! This here, was WAR!! I stormed back into the house, threw the empty bucket on the floor, kicked off my UGG’s and grabbed my cell phone. I then texted my neighbor. Dylan. I need mouse traps. STAT!! By adding the “stat”, I had hoped that my neighbour would respond instantly. After all, this WAS a crisis. Similar to a medical emergency. I’m sure that my brother, the general surgeon of the family, dealt with serious situations like this all the time, in which he responded ASAP. Dylan…….however….. did NOT see the urgency in this matter. He waited until later on that afternoon to respond and then “strolled” over with a beer in one hand and a few mouse traps in the other. Clearly he did not understand the severity of the situation. “What’s going on?” he asked WAY too casually....

Ridiculous Girl

Search This Blog