If you're lucky enough to be with an Italian girl, this probably looks familiar.
Sweet Italian sausage and pepperoni
Pot of sauce and meatballs sitting on the stove
Stuffed shells
Prepared meals for gym nights
It takes pain to be beautiful
This morning as I was limping around my apartment, I thought of a saying my mom used to recite to me. "It takes pain to be beautiful," she would say as she ripped the brush through my hair to put it in the perfect ponytail. Nowadays, she recites that line when she is using a comb to pull color through my hair. I feel like I am being scalped but love the look of my rich dark chocolate colored hair once it's all over. I always hated that she said that, but as usual, I know she's right. Oh, the pain and trouble we women put ourselves through to have attractive clothing and shoes, nice tight bodies, and to remain groomed in every way from plucking to waxing and everything in-between. It's just too much to look good all the time!
Her saying has rung especially true for me this week. On Monday, I spent an hour walking around the apartment in my wedding shoes (which are fabulous by the way) to break them in. Today as a result, I could barely squeeze my toes in my ballet flats because both my pinky toes are bruised from Monday. Not to mention, my body is screaming at me today. Last night, I tried a PILOXING class at my gym and today my legs feel like they could give out every step I take. Tonight it's off to Zumba class for another hour of torture... I mean fun, to get bikini ready.
Ladies, I salute each and everyone of you. It takes hard work, dedication and pain to be a woman.
Her saying has rung especially true for me this week. On Monday, I spent an hour walking around the apartment in my wedding shoes (which are fabulous by the way) to break them in. Today as a result, I could barely squeeze my toes in my ballet flats because both my pinky toes are bruised from Monday. Not to mention, my body is screaming at me today. Last night, I tried a PILOXING class at my gym and today my legs feel like they could give out every step I take. Tonight it's off to Zumba class for another hour of torture... I mean fun, to get bikini ready.
Ladies, I salute each and everyone of you. It takes hard work, dedication and pain to be a woman.
Adios!
Just got my vacation for the wedding and the honeymoon approved! I have to admit, while I am obviously pumped to marry Brian, I am even more excited to hit the white sandy beaches of Mexico as husband and wife. It's going to be glorious... breakfast on the balcony overlooking the water, pina colada's delivered to me under my straw umbrella, romantic dinners on the beach, zip-lining adventures...maybe. Ok, back to work. Enough day dreaming for today!
One for my baby
If you haven't noticed, this blog is named after a song from one of my favorite artists, John Mayer. I've been attending his concerts since he started touring and was less than thrilled when a group of us saw him two summers ago. Sadly, John spent more time talking than singing and went into a monologue about his anxiety right before he took out a Xanax from his pocket and crushed it with his foot on stage.
Still, Mr. Mayer always will be one of my favorite musical men. I can't deny his talent or his devilishly good looks - even if his facial hair is a bit more on the skeevy than sexy side. Check out the video sent to my good friend, Beth. It's nice to see John back in action, especially with such a class act like Tony Bennett.
Still, Mr. Mayer always will be one of my favorite musical men. I can't deny his talent or his devilishly good looks - even if his facial hair is a bit more on the skeevy than sexy side. Check out the video sent to my good friend, Beth. It's nice to see John back in action, especially with such a class act like Tony Bennett.
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