Ridiculous Girl

As a single mom will know............. Wait....let me start again. As ANY PARENT will know, the key factor to how happy you are, is how happy your CHILDREN are. When your children are happy, then life is absolutely blissful.   Your day is filled with laughter, you frolic in the garden playing with butterflies and your overall appearance is more youthful......and beautiful. I will now insert a huge EYE ROLL....because this almost NEVER happens. Most of the time my kids are disappointed with my snack choices (healthy vs. laden with sugar), frustrated with me forcing physical activities on them ("but why can't we just watch NETFLIX all day???") and angry with each other ("Lola didn't say anything but I KNOW that she hates my outfit ( wahhhhhhh!!!! )") In all of these situations I have perfected the eye roll.   If you need any help in this department, I have begun courses at the local college to help parents deal with their ridiculo...

It had been 6 long months since Handsome Guy and I had seen each other.  But once we did, and had decided to give our relationship another try, we got right back into our delicious little romance.   I MIGHT tell you how our decision to get back together came to be, at a later time that is.....but for now, I think I'll keep that golden little nugget snug in my back pocket ......for a teeny bit longer ;) Anyway, Handsome Guy and I again behaved like a brand new couple that just started dating. Our time together was completely focused on each other.  And just like a hot, new couple, none of our single life intercepted with our dating life.   It was all Ridiculous Girl and Handsome Guy.....all the time.  And I loved it. Until.......several weeks ago, when I went to visit Handsome Guy for the weekend, and he had announced the most absurd thing that I had ever heard. "Babe, I'm so sorry, but I forgot that I have a hair appointment at ...

I remember growing up as a little Polish kid in the suburbs. My family was small, but very close.  We did everything together. And Sundays were my absolute favourite family day of the week. Every Sunday, we would wake up late, eat Mama's home-made apple bran muffins for breakfast, get dressed in our fancy clothes and go to church for the late mass. By the time church was done and we got home, it was early afternoon (Polacks LOVED their long masses after all)  and my parents would immediately start preparing a massive feast for dinner.   It was the same almost every Sunday.  Steak (medium-rare of course), home-made french fries and Mama's special vinaigrette salad. I remember those days vividly.   The food, the smells, the clothes.......but most of all, the music. A Sunday never passed without music filling every square listening space of our home. Whether it was Elvis Presley, Harry Belafonte, Polish waltzes, or The Righteous Brothers,...

....continued from last blog. As the door swung open, I wasn't quite sure how to process the image that was before me.  There were so many things to look at. So while I digested everything, I did what I always do in awkward situations.  And I smiled a smile that was WAY bigger than anyone's smile should EVER be.  Like....a sort of psychotic smile....where my eyebrows go up SUPER high (almost touching my hairline) and my face gets minimized to pretty much only a giant mouth and teeth.   Kind of like when they put a human mouth on an animal and make them talk on super hilarious YouTube videos.    At the current moment, I'm completely OBSESSED with watching talking meerkats on YouTube.  I am sure that there is nothing quite as ridiculous looking as a super cute little mongoose that is having a conversation with another mongoose using his giant human mouth.   In that moment, when my new hairdresser had opened the door.......I had transfor...