Gossip Girl B

Revoking The Girl Card

B the gossip girl — Thu, 12 Mar 2009 03:25:48 GMT

For the first time in a few days I was able to walk outside without getting pelted by rain, it's amazing to see a beautiful blue sky for once. I found myself getting to the office in an amazing mood. Hard to be in a Debbie Downer mood when the sun is shinning bright outside. Little did I know the dark cloud of embarrassment that loomed in my future.

I was sitting at the office a.k.a Gossip Headquarters, working away like the good little Gossiper that I am, when an attractive gentlemen walked through the door. The gentlemen, we will call him Client X, caught the attention of all the ladies in the office. So while he was working on some paperwork I slipped a note to one of my staff that read, "Yes I would like one of those please". I chuckled enjoying my moment of being a 12 year old girl in homeroom again, until my staffer muttered this phrase:

"I know him!"

I chuckled uncomfortably, told her to be good and not say anything, and ducked back into my office. Ah the safety of my little Gossiper Bat Cave. The next thing I know, through a client chattering at me on the phone, I overhear my adorable little staffer telling Client X, "My boss thinks your hot". Wait what did she just say? My lovable little fink then proceeded to tell Client X what my teenage girl post-it note had read. I shook my head and waited.

"I want your Girl Card back, you broke girl code," I snapped at my staffer after Client X was out of the office. She just laughed and told me not to worry about it, that he thought I was cute. Oh okay, right, like that makes it okay to throw another girl under the the bus. I again demanded her Girl Card back.

Moral of this story gossipers, be very careful who you have your 12 year old girl moments with. You never know who will try to "help you out" and share said moment with someone you may not want it shared with. Looking back it's funny, but at the time I will admit I was about 10 different shades of red. So girls to keep your Girl Card, remember that what's shared with you via a post-it note is confidential.

(I should say that I do love my staffer even though she did very much break the girl code)

Dear Waitress:

B the gossip girl — Tue, 03 Mar 2009 12:13:00 GMT

Dear Waitress, Server, Food Service Provider, or fill in PC term here:

I understand that your job can be stressful and you are on your feet for long shifts. I too have been one of the under appreciated members of the food service staff, so I can very much relate. However with that being said, I have a couple notes that I would like you to keep in mind. Please don’t take this as an attack, think about it more like a really pleasant suggestion.

First of all when I am at dinner with a date, please don’t stare, or check out his package. He may be my boyfriend, a best friend, or just a date, but it is still very rude to be obvious about staring at his crotch. By all means appreciate the beauty that an attractive man can bring, but for the love of everything girlie make it a little less obvious. If I can see your “O Face”, then you are paying way to much attention to his nether regions.

Second I am still part of the dinner equation even if I am not as dreamy. Do not ignore me and stare intently at my dinner pal as he orders a Miller Lite. There is really nothing interesting about a draft beer, so stop acting like he just solved world hunger or global warming. If all the problems of the world could be solved by peering into a brutus of ice cold beer, I myself would become a heavy drinker. However since that’s not the case please remember, ladies first.

Again thank you for your dedication to providing me prompt service and a warm meal. I myself count on you to keep me fed, since my kitchen skills leave much to be desired. So thank you for never letting me starve and for taking my notes as a friendly recommendation. Happy food running.

A Book Oopsie, I Can't Be The Only One

B the gossip girl — Sun, 18 Jan 2009 23:06:14 GMT

So for Christmas a wonderful person got me the Sookie Stakhouse (a.k.a TrueBlood) books box set. Yes, I was super jazzed! Since then I have been reading them every chance I get, in line at the drive thru, pumping gas, and even at stoplights. If that was you honking at me, I’m sorry, good book. I should put that on a bumper sticker.

The first book I kept thinking I was going to put it down, and was mildly upset I was stuck with these books. The book was so different then the TV series, which happens, but it was insanely different and that was hard for me to overlook. Also some of her writing style was a little questionable to me. In my opinion if you are writing in first person then that person shouldn’t note things like their personal appearance just for the sake of saying it. I finished “Dead Until Dark”, and liked it, ok, but wasn’t needing to know what happened next. Since I had seven books I figured I would start the next one, “Living Dead In Dallas”.

I flew through this books and the next two within a week or so. Sookie kept getting drama dumped on her front doorstep, I had to know what happened. As I was reading though I found myself thinking how very similar this book series is to Laurell K. Hamiliton’s, Anita Blake series, enough so it made me wonder if Ms. Harris had read the Anita Blake series before she put pen to paper. Even with the similarities, sometimes screaming in my face, I found myself concerned about Sookie.

I finished the fourth book, “Dead To The World”, and grabbed the next book. I was about 15 pages in and realized I had no idea what was going on. Frustrated I read the order of the books and realized I had gotten confused, I had grabbed the wrong book. I was actually reading the sixth book not the fifth. I was furious, how could I have made such a silly mistake? So now here I sit reading the fifth book, “Dead As A Doornail”, knowing exactly what happens at the end of this book. I know who dies and who gets mad at Sookie, etc. It’s awful. So the suspense in this book is pretty much gone for me.

So I ask you, have you ever been reading a series of books and accidentally read a book out of order? Were you annoyed with yourself or did it not bother you at all?

I can’t be the only person out there, right? If you have ever been in the same boat as me, tell us about it.

Think Twice Before You Say "Cheese"

B the gossip girl — Wed, 14 Jan 2009 03:36:37 GMT

Today gossipers I offer you a word of wisdom that only today smacked me upside my cute little blonde head. We all have those friends who have been with us for years, you can’t really imagine not having them there. These friends carry with them your secrets, your tears, your joy, and even if they don’t know it, blackmail on you. Yes I’m here to discuss briefly the embarrassing and incriminating evidence your friends have of you.

One such embarrassing tidbit of mine was the mmmBop music video that ended up on YouTube, but being the good sport that I am, I passed it on to you, my lovely gossipers. Today I log into my Facebook page thinking I would find a couple “Hey How Are You” wall posts, but instead I have a cute little notice saying that a lovely gal pal of mine has tagged photos of me. Now being very, very new to the Facebook world I thought, “Huh I wonder what that means?”. So I clicked on the link to direct me to said photographs.

Now please keep in mind that none of these pictures are rude, crude, or otherwise obnoxious, but still, I never thought they would grace anyone else’s eyes but ours. So a word to the wise gossipers, think about who you say cheese for, because that “funny” picture may end up on Facebook for the entire world to see, dorky bangs and all. Forget the fact that you were 15 and the picture was supposed to be a joke. So now to be a good sport I am making fun of myself. I’m 25 years old, I’m able to do that now… most of the time.

And to my gal pal who posted said picture, “Iron Spot” you know who you are. Please remember that I have scanner to share our pictures from the pre-digital camera time too. So now every time you log into Facebook, you’ll wonder how many “tagged” photos of you I will decide to share. (let’s out an evil laugh). To all my gossipers please remember pictures are worth a thousand words and with the internet can share them with a thousand people. Also keep in mind if you end up in my boat, paybacks for leaking incriminating pictures can be so much fun. Happy Gossiping, Cheese!

Sheena And The Card Game Realization

B the gossip girl — Thu, 08 Jan 2009 01:39:28 GMT

I was chatting with a friend, Sheena, today. I was reminiscing about my time working at a call center. I told the story about how I was playing Uno with a co-worker while taking a call. The caller was yelling and screaming like crazy over a late fee he received for being two weeks late with his payment for like the 5th time. I felt myself getting aggravated with the caller so I went to hit mute to take a breather so I didn't call the man an idiot. I explained to the caller I would need to talk to my manager, yes it was a lie, but I needed a moment and I didn't have a Twix. On my phone there were three buttons along the bottom one was for hold, one was for mute, and one was worthless and did nothing. I punched a button, looked down at my hand, and shouted "UNO", I never came close to beating this co-worker at Uno ever, and I was pumped. Needless to say I wasn't on mute and the caller asked, "Your managers name is Uno?". Thinking fast on my feet I said, "Oh that's just a nickname, Uno, you know like he's number one", yes yes another lie, this was a naughty day for me.

So I concluded my story chuckling about my stupid mistake in hitting the worthless button instead of the mute button, when Sheena's eyes grew wide. You could tell a light bulb had just clicked on. "Oh my gosh," Sheena says. "Uno and the number one, like you have one card left". I just stared at her for a second, she's 21 and never made the connection? Really? I was laughing so hard I nearly choked on my Lemonberry Slush. So just so everyone is clear the name of the game is UNO, you call that out when you have ONE card left, get it? Good. To Sheena, I love you, bless your heart, and thank you for being a good sport about knowing this was making it's way onto my sight. You are to good to me, and this was to good of a story not to share.

Hey Hey it's Gossip Girl B

B the gossip girl — Thu, 01 Jan 2009 06:55:35 GMT

With only a few hours left of 2008 it’s time to pull out my trusty laptop Cherry and jot down some New Years Resolutions. I’ll be honest, I think I’ve stuck to one in my almost 25 years on this planet. So with the new year hours away and my birthday only a month or so away it’s time to embrace the new B. What do I want out of life? What do I need out of life? Let’s see how long it takes for me to break every single one of these, it’s like a pink and glittery science experiment.

1. For at least one hour a day until it is done I will work on my novel. I’m 40+ pages in and to be honest I have the biggest crush on one of my main characters, Jaron. I think that’s a good sign, if I love him I’m sure the readers will too. I hope.

2. I am going to find a man who loves me for me, quirky personality and all. A dreamy man who remembers how to treat a lady. I’m not some girl you can pick up at a bar, so remember to grab that door and call when you say you will. A hunka hunka burnin love man who takes care of himself, because I don’t spend hours on my eyeliner because I think it’s fun. A man who can hold me when I cry, find me funny even when I’m a dork, and call me out on my BS. I want a man who knows what he wants, has goals, and is driven. I don’t think this is to much to ask. Really, is it?

3. I am not going to hash off on my calendar everyday until the next Twilight movie comes out. Yes, rumor has it, the release date will be in November 2009. How many days away is that? Wait no, bad B. Shoot did I already break this resolution.

4. I’m not going to work so hard, no I’m not planning on being lazy. I’m going to get back to doing some things that I love, like working with my horses. I may even take a salsa class. If I do I’ll take lots of pics because it will be funny, I was born with two left feet. Tragic!

5. I am going to see Chris Mann in concert in 2009. His CD is set to drop in March and get me a concert within driving distance and I am so there. Fingers crossed maybe I can even get a face to face interview, who wouldn’t want to chat with the worlds favorite Gossip Girl?? Fingers crossed!! I hear his shows are fantastic and I just have to see for myself.(haven't heard his music yet?Gasp, naughty gossiper!! Check it out www.myspace.com/chrismannmusic )

Well this seems like a good start on goals and resolutions. If anyone knows a guy who fit’s the criteria listed in number 2, please send him my way. As what’s left of 2008 ticks away be safe and for goodness sakes party that cute little bootie of yours off. I will see you all in 2009.

Dear Santa, I Have Some Thoughts

B the gossip girl — Wed, 17 Dec 2008 09:14:02 GMT

Dear Santa,

It’s me Gossip Girl B, and I have tried to be a very good girl this year. I am not sure if I belong on the naughty or nice list, but I figured I would shoot you and e-mail with what I would like for Christmas this year. I trust that your judgment will find that even the few items that landed my name on the naughty list aren’t really so so bad. I really was half asleep when I tweezed outside of my brow line, that is not a naughty deed I would commit if I was not exhausted. I also now know that drinking champagne and tequila in one night turn me into an evil yeti. So please excuse these few tiny laps into the dark side. With that said the following is what I would really love to have this year for Christmas. Thanks in advance.

1. Mermaid hair, no I don’t want an Ariel doll, I’d like to have long flowing hair that just curls effortlessly and beautifully. If you have a magic Cinnamon Stick Wand you could wave to make my hair grow that would be ideal, but I would also except hair extensions.

2. I would like a man who listens, honest to goodness listens. I figure with a man that listens a chunk of other relationship problems will be resolved. Now if the good listener could come in Matthew McConaughey’s rock hard bod, that would be super.

3. This is an item that I always put on my list as a girl, that perhaps you didn’t see. Maybe it was a clerical error that one of the elves made. This year could I please have a pony. A pink one with little green shamrocks on it. Oh and since I’ve been waiting so long for it could you make it sparkly?

4. World peace, yes, I know that lots of people ask for this. It’s not very creative, but come on Big Guy, can’t we work something out? Can we maybe banish all weapons and people can battle with flowers and bubbles? How hurt can someone get getting smacked with a dandelion or running through a field laced with bubbles. Probably not bad at all. Worse case scenario people get yellow stains from the dandelion or catch a bubble to the eye.

5. Lastly could I please get an internet speed that didn’t run at a snails pace. I have tried every provider, and they all stink. I figured maybe you could hook me up to your internet speed. After all, with all the e-mails you get, you must have a fast connection. Really you would be helping so much, it’s hard to send chapters to my editor and post articles when my internet has a slow mind of it’s own.

Sincerely,

Gossip Girl B

Tis The Season To Drop The F Bomb FaLaLaLaLa-LaLaLaLa

B the gossip girl — Tue, 09 Dec 2008 09:47:46 GMT

The Christmas spirit was whirling around me today, so much so that I scratched out my own little Santa B List, and headed out for an enjoyable afternoon of shopping. I will be honest, I love shopping this time of year. I use the massive long lines as an opportunity to people watch, one of my all time favorite pastimes. Yes, I was in high spirits as I pulled into my first stop. A full on toothy smile crossed my face as I had images of little elves tossing my needed items into my basket. Oh yes, it’s was going to be a good day.

I waited patiently to cross traffic to turn into the Wal-Mart parking lot. The lady in front of me was taking forever to turn, I resisted my urge to honk, after all I didn’t want the real Santa to see me not being good. So like the good little girl that I am I waited and hummed along to my N Sync Christmas CD. I even chuckled to myself as I thought of the fact that I have listened to that CD every Christmas since I was in the 8^th grade. Nostalgia was alive and well.

So the overly cautious turner turned after a song and a half, I followed right behind. Then the Christmas spirit was sucked right out of me. The car in front of me slammed on her breaks and a truck that came out of nowhere started honking. Then both the car and truck were stopped, blocking all ways to get past, and it was not a pretty site. Before I knew it the guy in the truck rolled down his window and shouted, “F You B Word!!”. Of course the real terminology was used. Not to be out down the slow turner in the car in front of me rolled down her window and screamed, “Merry Christmas A Hole!!!”.

I just sat, gripping my steering wheel, jaw dropped to my lap, unable to move. Did that really happen? Was this was Christmas has been worn down to, two people screaming profanity at each other in a Wal-Mart parking lot? Apparently lost in thought, it took me a second to realize I wasn’t moving and there was a line of cars laying on their horns behind me. A quick glance in my rearview mirror, revealed the driver behind me was not wishing me a Happy Holiday.

The rest of my shopping was a little bit of a blur, I just kept replaying the parking lot showdown over and over again in my head. F bombs, B words, what had happened to a simple “Merry Christmas” or “Happy Holidays” if you are concerned about being PC. When in this country did we start being annoyed with children who are out with their families, instead of smiling at them as they walk by. Ever smiled at a kiddo? You smile and they grin right back, it’s so worth not being a scrooge for that exact moment. Whatever happened to just not being mean? Really is that so hard? It’s called the golden rule people! Treat others how you want to be treated.

During this holiday season Gossipers I encourage you to embrace that inner Tiny Tim. Realize that even though life is stressful, there are still things to be thankful for. You don’t have to be that person screaming profanity in a parking lot or grinching away some child’s toy. Reach inside of you and remember what Christmas was when you were a kid yourself. Remember the excitement, remember when even a shiny bow got you pumped up. Embrace those warm fuzzy thoughts and don’t let go, and for the love of Pete don’t scream at someone in a Wal-Mart parking lot.

Cherry Is Home!!!!!My Manuscript Is Not!

B the gossip girl — Sun, 07 Dec 2008 09:07:10 GMT

I just wanted to thank everyone for their love and support for my dear laptop Cherry. She is home now after having a brand new hard drive put in. I must share however that my manuscript is gone. No saving all that work. I would cry, but I don't want poor Cherry to think I'm upset with her. Sigh! So friends take my advice, back up everything. I now have an 8 gb magic USB stick, so that I will not again know that pain of having work vanish.

Will You Text Me Please

B the gossip girl — Thu, 04 Dec 2008 03:21:31 GMT

Alright my lady gossipers I know you have all been in this situation before, waiting for a guy to call or text you. It can be pure agony. Tick tick tick tick is all you hear as every 30 seconds you check your phone. Maybe he sent you a text and you just didn't here it. Sigh, nope, no missed call or text. You keep doing this time and time again. The wait and check, wait and check. I come offering a solution to this century old dilemma. Here are some things you can do to pass the time while you are waiting for the boy.

1. Do laundry, yes yes I know it's dull, but you know you need to get it done.

2. Bake yourself a batch of cookies, make some hot coco, and read a book.

3. Get started on addressing and sending out your holiday cards.

4. Arrange your closet so you can find all your clothing easier.

5. Give yourself a mani or pedi. Yeah for at home pampering.

6. Count the textured spots on your wall or ceiling.

7. To continue with the at home pampering: pluck your eyebrows or try out new hair styles

8. If you are like me, you can keep your blog fun and up to date.

9. Play some online games, Lifetime.com has some fun games.

10. Knit, it's not hard and it will keep your hands busy.

Any other ideas on how to keep your hands and mind busy, leave a comment and share the wealth of knowledge.

Have A Heart, Save A Life

B the gossip girl — Wed, 26 Nov 2008 01:50:21 GMT

By now I'm sure a of you have heard about the 19 year old guy who killed himself over his webcam. So tragic. Since I first heard this story Sunday afternoon it's been on my mind. Here this kid is going online reaching out for help, and he get ridiculed. I was shocked. Just kept thinking time and time again, what if that had been me or one of my loved ones? Unbelievable!

I am so disgusted with the forum he posted on for doing nothing. Fellow people on the forum told him to do it, told him what a faker he was. They did nothing when they saw him pop pills in his mouth, they just watched on like it was some TV show on for their enjoyment. Then they continued to make fun of him and do nothing as he lay there dying. You can even see when the police finally come in 12 hours after he posted his suicide note.

It's heartbreaking to know that there were dozens of people watching this happen and it took 12 hours for someone to take action. The pills wouldn't have killed him right away, there could have been time to save him, but no, people were to busy making fun. Which brings me to my point, why rip people apart? Why make fun of them? That is one thing I will never do on this site is make fun of the average Joe or some glamorous celeb. I just wont do it. So here's what I ask of you.

We are all in the internet world now. Some of us writers, some readers, etc. I ask that if you stumble across someone screaming for help, don't turn your back on them. Don't assume they are just blowing steam for attention. If someone is crying out for help, for the love of goodness help them. Care for someone else even if you don't know them. Because that person you don't know is someone's mother, brother, child, friend, etc. Someday that person reaching out for help could even be you.

Have a heart. Let's not bash each other and provoke each other for the sake of amusement. We can all have fun and laugh without it being at another persons expense. It goes back to the days of circle time and sharing day, "Treat others how you would want to be treated". It is the pretty pretty Golden Rule that we so often forget. Why don't we all try to show a little more compassion? Smile at someone on the street, call a family member you haven't spoken with for awhile, hug someone in your life just because you care about them. During this time of year why don't we all try to remember what's truly important.

Cherry and the BestBuy Computer Hospital

B the gossip girl — Thu, 20 Nov 2008 02:56:37 GMT

So I turned on my pretty pretty red laptop over the weekend. With fingers poised to work on my next gossip inspired masterpiece, I logged in, and nothing!! It was frozen, I clicked and clicked but nothing. So I turned it off, turned it back on, and tried again. NOTHING! I freaked, tears of fear stung my eyes, what was wrong with my laptop? Franticly I tried to save my precious little lifeline, not remembering that I am not the most computer savy person on the planet. I can e-mail and turn the thing off and on, that's pretty much the limit. I only a year ago purchased my first digital camera. This was not going to be a good weekend.

I rushed my wounded laptop to the BestBuy Computer Hospital and held it's limp body out to Dr. Geek Squad. "Save her!" I shouted at Dr. Geek. "Please she's hurt and I don't know what to do". Dr. Geek much to calmly asked what was happening with my laptop. I explained that the only possible thing that could have happened is that some demonic being had crawled into Cherry, (my laptops name, red laptop, Cherry, get it?) and had taken over her spirit. That part friends is no exsaguration, I actually told the guy a demon had hijacked my computer. So I shouldn't have been surprised when Dr. Geek just stared at me. Honestly, he looked a little annoyed. Never mind the line forming behind me, my entire written life and soul laid in my hands and he had to save her. Months and months worth of work, my manuscript, and my ability to blog was slipping away.

So I centered myself, busted out a Yoga pose, and focused my mind on saving Cherry, thus saving my world. I explained the freezing and the inability to click on anything. Dr. Geek scribbled some stuff down on a note pad, snatched Cherry away from me, and stuck a form in my face. "Sign this, we will run some tests and get back to you in 7 to 10 days. At that point we will tell you what we can do". WHAT? 7 to 10 days for tests and then who knows how long for repairs. He was saying this to a girl who carries her laptop in a matching red bag wherever she goes. Who knows when a manuscript idea or a story idea will hit you. 7 to 10 days without one of my appendages, it couldn't happen. When I asked if there was a way to speed up the process the twerp, I mean Dr. Twerp Geek laughed at me and said, "Yeah, I don't think so". Yeah I don't think so, what a heartless heartless man.

I left BestBuy Computer Hospital alone and sad. A little piece of me being shoved on a shelf for testing at a later date. I am not sure when I got Cherry back if she will be the same old girl I remember. Full of months and months worth of my manuscript. The manuscript that I spent hours of sleepless nights working on. A manuscript I wasn't smart enough to back up onto a zip drive. Stupid! So now I wait for word on my wonderful Laptop Cherry. A notepad in her place in my bag, incase the next great american novel idea hits me. With my fingers crossed that they can save her. So everyone think happy thoughts for a full and speedy recovery for Cherry, sigh, has it been 7 to 10 days yet? Sniff.

Hi My Name Is B And I Am A Twilight-Oholic

B the gossip girl — Sun, 26 Oct 2008 08:01:59 GMT

I think that my obsession with the Twilight book series has gotten to an unhealthy level, and I'm thinking I needed to contact a therapist. I was driving home from a meeting today flipping through some easy listening stations on my radio when none other then Pat Benatar graced my ears. I found myself singing along at the top of my lungs, "We Belong to the light, We Belong to the thunder, We Belong to the sound of the words, We've both fallen under, Whatever we deny or embrace, For worse or for better, We Belong, We Belong We Belong together". Then a big smile crossed my lips. The song was just like Bella and Edward in "New Moon" the second book in the series. The rest of the afternoon and into the evening I was humming the song and thinking of the two lovebirds. Now I'm reading the third book and I can't stop. I think I have a problem. Isn't that the first step? Someone.....anyone....help..me!

10 Things Reading Twilight Has Taught Me...

B the gossip girl — Tue, 21 Oct 2008 09:22:13 GMT

10. There is something sexy about a guy (or vamp) who wants to get to know you, including the little things that you may find boring about yourself.

9. Meeting the parents really isn't so scary, at least they aren't a group of vampire... or at least you hope not.

8. It's okay to ask for help, when you try to take on the world alone you could end up walking into a not so pleasant trap.

7. Love is loving someone for the best part of them and the worst part of them. Even if the worst part puts you face to face with a creature that could drink your blood if he let his guard down, silly vampire.

6. A great kiss leaves you breathless and your heart standing still.

5. Never split from your friends in a strange city and venture down dark allies. Freaky Allies + Strange City+ Alone= Bad News. Remember safety in numbers my gossipers.

4. It's cute when a guy gets jealous, as long as he doesn't start breaking peoples noses over his jealousy.

3. You can stand up for yourself without being rude, it's all about thinking before you speak.

2. Don't linger by your car after parking on icy days. Get out of the way of possible cars or vans that could come flying at your face.

1. I would really really really like to have a man like Edward. So if you know of one like him, you know how to contact me. I long for a man that takes care of himself, is well spoken, and is romantic without trying to hard. Is that really so much to ask for?

Slamming My Head Into A Brick Wall

B the gossip girl — Mon, 13 Oct 2008 09:58:47 GMT

So a gal pal of mine has had me doing a lot of thinking over the last couple days. Some couples have this magic from the first moment they meet, just the instant connection that never really seems to waver. Sure they fight from time to time, who doesn’t, but even at their angriest you know that they truly love each other. There are those couples that start out as friends and then somewhere along the road, they begin to see each other in a different light. Maybe it’s true your best friend can also make the best lover. Then there are those couples that are in love, but have to work at every single day. It’s worth it though because at the end of the there is still love. Lastly there are those couples who I’m sure at some point at least liked each other, but there is no love or like involved anymore. They are so angry at each other all the time they can hardly see straight, yet for whatever reason they stay together. The last group of couples, is where my little chicka and her finance call home.

Now let me start out by saying she’s not the victim, oh no no no, they are both equally ugly to each other. So please understand that I’m not man bashing, or at least not this time. She cries about him constantly, I’m surprised she’s not hooked up to an IV suffering from dehydration as much as this girl cries. I can’t tell you the last time she’s said something positive about him, but she says she would never think to leave him. Huh, did I miss something? To me it’s pretty cut and dry, the two of you can’t be in the same room without stabbing each other with the sharpest words in the English language, so why are you together?

When asked this her response is always, “But we used to be so perfect together”. Yeah when, the first week you guys were together, but I keep that thought to myself. No need to drag myself into WWIII. Okay friends and gossipers “used to” is past tense, if you have to refer to you relationship happiness in the past tense form, that’s bad. Now if she would say, “He used to snore like a lumber jack and drool when he eats”, that sort of past tense is a good thing. After all no one wants a man they can’t take out to dinner in public without a bib and drool cloth. My point with all humor aside is this, if you aren’t happy and don’t see yourself being happy with this person, then it’s past time to call it quits.

I’ve told her this time and time again to the point where I feel like I am slamming my head into a brick wall. She’s miserable, it’s written all over her beautiful face, yet she stays in a relationship that is killing her spirit, why? Why do woman stay with men that just aren’t right for them. My friend is a talker, she finds comfort in being able to spill her big ole heart with the man she loves. The problem is lover boy tells her on a regular basis that she’s “emotional”, “crazy“, “talks to much“, and my personal favorite she’s “worthless”. Aw, true love right? Wrong! My friend is also a little bit of a homebody. Her idea of a great night, is relaxing on the sofa, eating pizza, and watching a great show. Now her guy would rather be out drinking and doing goodness knows what with his buddies. Yeah talk about personality conflicts. They are the perfect example of two people who bring out the absolute worst in each other. Yet, 3 years later they are still together.

So here is my advice to anyone who will listen to it, gal pal if you are reading this, please please please listen to me. Life is way to short for you to settle for a person who doesn’t fill your heart with happiness. Of course you will squabble, but even when you squabble there should be love. The person you spend your life with she compliment you, should like the things you do, and should also introduce you to new things. That special someone should support you in your dreams, not squash them like a bug. He should remind you of what a perfect autumn day feels like. Don’t remember that feeling, take a stroll outside and remind yourself. At the end of a long day, he should be the person you want to cuddle up to and cry. If you aren’t getting what you need, then respect yourself enough to leave the relationship.

It’s okay to end a relationship, am I saying it will be easy? No! But it’s the new in trend to be a sexy single. I don’t care how old you are, if you have kiddos, or if you just shaved your head in a sign of rebellion. You can get out there and be proud to be you. A man doesn’t define you, a relationship doesn’t define you, the only person or thing that defines you is YOU! So kick the guy to the curb if it’s not working, strap on those sexy black pumps, and get back to being you. After all at the end of the day if you wont stand up for you, who will?