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...

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 ep...

A throwback to a few years ago.   It's an oldie, but a goodie :) I was at my BFF's house the other day for a playdate.  Mostly for the kids, but also for us. If I had to play one more game of hide-and-go-seek, or listen to Dora's high-pitched voice for any longer....God only knows what I would do to myself.  Or to Dora. My BFF and I had children almost at the same age. At the time, the toddlers were 4 years old, and the babies were a year and a half.     While we drank our coffees, the babies were napping so we only had the toddlers to deal with.  But as every mom knows, toddlers are a handful alone.  I'm always shocked at how loud they are.   Side note:  this is where my sister would yell...."YOU'RE LOUD!  SHE GOT IT FROM YOU!"  and I would answer in a whisper..."I'm not THAT loud". On a regular basis I wonder how a toddler can talk nonstop for an entire day.   Literally....

continued from last blog entry........ As soon as we got outside, he pulled out a pack of Marlboro's.   Oh you've gotta be kidding me, I thought.     I mean c'mon!  What girl doesn't have a weakness for sexy Spanish strippers who smoke?   Say  that 10 times fast! "Do you smoke?"  he asked while putting a cigarette to his sexy Spanish lips.  "No" I answered smiling.   But I'll gladly watch YOU smoke, I thought. He asked why I made the trek with my girls to this "joint" and wondered whether I was here for my own stagette.  I laughed pretty loud and told him that my visit here was to celebrate the complete opposite of a stagette.  His smirk and lingering eyes indicated that he must have been very happy to hear that I was very single. I initially thought that I would have nothing to talk about with this guy, or that he would even be remotely interesting.  Turns out I was wrong. I had soon learned that he was...