The End of Apathy

It is really hard to put into words how amazing this Election night has been -- I am sure it will sink in as time goes on. I have been in awe over the last few weeks -- and I am even more so tonight. This is a historic and exciting night -- which will mark the beginning of a time of hope and unity in our country. I believe in this, I hoped for it, and it is here.

What I have enjoyed "watching" over the last few weeks is that people are talking, that people actually care about our country -- and I believe this election shows that we have hope and that we want change. The era of "business as usual" is over.

We need not only a new president, but an actual leader -- someone who inspires, who motivates, who encourages us to use our voices. I believe this is why Obama speaks to so many people and why so many people are thrilled to support him and what he stands for.

In this hard economic time, we can not "afford" apathy -- we have to care, we need to be involved, and we need to come together to make this country what we want it to be.

Gotta go watch the speech --- peace, love, and no more apathy! Here's to hope -- yes we can!

Love should be easy....or it's all about the Q-Tips

Well folks, we are ALIVE and back in business. Not only are we back, we are better, smarter, wiser, and hotter (thank you workouts and Jazzercise!) than ever. Oh, did I mention that our beloved GHE girl has been spending quite a bit of her time on our lovely, not-so-dark side. Yes, reader, the love bug has bitten and her GHF big sister, partner in crime and in writing could not be any happier.

Seeing her happy has made me stop and reflect a little on how I fell in love with my PC (Prince Charming as Breezy puts it) way back when......and it has made me even more grateful for just how awesome he is.


Needless to say, Breezy and I have been a little busy....really....like we-have-not-blogged-since-August-busy. Life is good though and with all that is going on in the world (thank God I have no money to lose!), I am even more grateful for my family, my friends, my job, and most of all, my man.


He is amazing and loving him is easy. I think I have always believed in fate, true love, destiny, whatever....but ever since Matt I have not only believed it, but lived it as well.

Even after more than six years married and almost nine years together, he is still easy on the eyes, easy to get along with, and easy :)....well that's another blog. Even though he's shy and I am not, we just work. He puts up with me -- that can't be easy -- and he never even skips a beat. He makes my life easier by cooking, doing laundry, and making me laugh. He loves me and I love him and we love the life that we share. Does it have to be more complicated than that?

Just the other day, Matt and I went on a date to the movies....oh the joy of a childless house...and we went shopping before hand. When cruising the toiletry aisle, I asked Matt if we needed Q-Tips. He said no, we had some under the sink.

Enough said. We went on to discussing lotion and shampoo....

The next morning, after my daily 5:30am Jazzercise, I came home and began rushing around to get ready for work. After my shower (still rushing), I leaned over to grab one of the final two Q-Tips that were on my side of the sink...or so I thought.

My Q-Tip container -- full -- magically full. Wow! That's my Matty. It seems like something so small and stupid, but, to me, it means the world. Matt saw the need and filled it. It's that easy. The thoughtfulness, the small acts of kindness, the small ways we love and pay attention to each other...this is why it is easy.

I wish this kind of love for Bree and to all women in my life. The easy kind. The free-from-drama kind. The kind that is not afraid to express itself, in words and in actions. The kind that fills up your Q-Tip container. Here's to love....the easier, the better!

What I Learned At 26...My So-Called Life

So, now that I am a whole year older and I think it goes without saying, I'm wiser as well. What I've learned at age 26 is quite a lot and really nothing at all.

I was 26 when I made the typical, cliche move to NYC for love and for an adventure and just like majority of the people who do this, I got burned... BAD! Don't get me wrong, NYC is amazing and it really is the city that never sleeps-however, it is also the city that doesn't pay you enough to live in it, around it or on your own. So the only real solution is, live in NJ (yes, that's New Jersey, which isn't all that bad), move in with your boyfriend and find whatever job comes along, (although the job I had wasn't all that bad either).

Next, become very familar with public transportation, get used to people peeing in the subway and discover all the great hole-in-the-wall places to EAT!!! No wonder, NYC people walk 5 miles a day, with all that food, you really have no choice. Walk or perish!

I also have learned that when moving back home, broken-hearted and hating men, having a series of rebounds, bad dates, losers and all the other freakshows out there that are trying to get into your Iron-Clad Panties (see GHE for this story)-you really have to be patient, keep your eyes and heart open, because eventually, your Prince Charming does come knocking at your door (or your assistant hooks you up with this guy).

I've also learned that my older sister (Madge) has become my new best-friend, partner in crime and hopefully a partner in business (start writing the book, please) and that my life is getting mapped out similar to hers (meeting PC at age 27...getting married..WHOA!).

I've also learned that although living on the darker side of things (I heart sarcasm!), being on this side of the fence can work in my favor. Kissing not only provides endless hours of euphoric ecstacy (cuz I'm back in middle school, writing Dear Diary entries), but it burns calories, helps build your immune system and my skin is glowing (no, I'm not PG-we're kissing for crying out loud). So, maybe there really is something to this whole "GHF" life can be butterflies and rainbows...then again...men are men...PC can turn into TB (tool box) real quick...let's observe and find out :)

Sweet Payoff...Gratification from a Frienemy

There really is nothing sweeter than working your tail off for almost a year-your clothes fit better (and you moved down a few sizes, which means, you have to go shopping), you have a certain glow and your confidence level has reached its all time high!

What could be better?

How about when people notice how amazing you look? Good thing too, because you, dedicating yourself to the gym, eating right and improving your lifestyle habits (I'm a fan of drinking calories, but you have to make sacrifices). The only thing better, is when your Mortal Enemy (or in this case frienemy) comes into town (after several years) and you have seem to shrunk, when they have seem to...um...well, they're carrying a little more water weight than last time?

Another great thing is, in this case this frienemy happens to be the opposite sex, so that has been icing on the low-fat, low-calorie, no sugar-added cake! And when said frienemy wants to buy you a drink and toast your hard work..well-we all need our cheat days!

Here's to working-out hard, staying dedicated, and making them eat their words...or drink them!

Jazzercise Wisdom -- or Just Do Your Thing, Girl!

Raise your hand if you've ever gone to a group exercise class. Thought so. Ok -- raise your hand if you've ever gone to a group exercise class where one participant totally did his or her own thing THE ENTIRE TIME? Thought so. Well, unlike most of you -- I have been there. I go to Jazzercise -- OK, get the giggles out. I love it -- sue me! It's one whole hour of great music, positive energy, and sweating. I love the way I feel after class and I love what it does for my soul and my waistline.

There is one woman who also regularly attends class -- but for the life of me, half the time I am not sure why she is there. At first, it truly annoyed me (GHE style) that she did not keep up with the rest of us. I mean -- why come if you can't keep up? Why do Jazzercise if you are really just working out in the corner of a room full of women doing one thing while you are doing another? It has taken me quite a few classes to "get" my fellow Jazzerciser. After a while, it came to me -- who cares? She showed up and she's working out. Yes, to the beat of her own drum -- but working it nonetheless. Isn't that what matters?

Who am I to say that my way is better than hers? We are here -- we're sweating --- we're sisters in this thing we call "dancing it off". Do your thing, girl!

Really -- isn't that what life is all about -- working it, owning it, and being your own fabulous self :). So -- whatever your thing is, go do it!

"I wish my boyfriend was this dirty" or Car Window Wisdom

Sometimes the answer is right in front of you and you fail to see it. When it is written in the dirty back window of the car parked next to you, it's hard to miss. For our purposes, I changed the sex -- and yes, the window did say "I wish my girlfriend was this dirty!". Well, where am I going with this, you ask? After giggling and driving away....here are my thoughts....

Yes, readers, it's time to talk sex. It was inevitable, wasn't it? The writing on the window made me think -- hey kid, stop wishing and start asking. Maybe she is that "dirty", maybe he is that adventurous. We spend so much time wanting things and so little time going out and getting them. Dirty to you might be tame to me and tame to me might be wild to someone else. What really matters is that we are getting what we want and if not, we are asking for it. Why be shy? I mean -- if you can get naked with him or her, you have just earned yourself the right to be open and not hold back. If you can't ask, then you are naked with the wrong person, honey.

GHF girls know that life is too short and that we must take charge. What's the point in being with anyone who does not know how to make you happy, in or out of the bedroom. Let our GHE counterparts keep wishing that life would be better while we are out -- well, gettin' some!

Stop wishing and start embracing that dirty side!

Just Throw It

There comes a point in your life when you realize that A. You're life is good. B. Someone's life is always better and C. Someone's life is always worse. Or D. Throw caution into the wind, take a chance and just ask the dude out! 

No one's life plays out like a movie, but we do have movie moments in our lives.

Grab some popcorn, grab the guy and enjoy your life!