Have you ever had a sentence interpreted the wrong way? You mean to say exactly what came out of your mouth. However, it is interpreted entirely different by the receiver? There are times when it is a complete misunderstanding and other times beyond hilarious!

Yesterday, I spent a wonderful day toodling around shopping with my friend and her husband. We were the Three Musketeers with no particular mission—-maybe some shopping—-find a great haunt for lunch—-some people watching—-the kind of day weekends were made for!

One of our shopping stops we hit a farmer’s market—-wonderful people watching. The crowd was the same as what attend most local fairs. One couple in particular were having the time of their lives walking from booth to booth—-laughing and cracking jokes. It was great to see people laughing so much. Then it hit me—-they are on a first date. The nerves were so thick you could feel them. I thought to myself —-it’s great they’re having so much fun!

Our next stop was a great place on the water for lunch. It was one of those places you go to watch a game and hang out with friends—-the scenery was amazing. There were three tables in a gazebo directly over the water with a perfect view. We were lucky enough to get one of them. Score! Before long, people filled the other two tables. While eating lunch—-the man at the table directly behind us apparently did not feel like he had enough attention. He began to speak louder—-telling a story of how he met his girlfriend. It was not a good story and did not paint a very pleasant picture. As adults—-if we are going to bellow a story across a public place —-shouldn’t it be one good for all to hear?

We finished our lunch and continued on to our next shopping stop. It was a blast! Bobbing in and out of rows and rows of items we either “needed” or “wanted” —- is there a difference?

We collected all of our desired goods and aimed for the checkout. My friend’s husband and I were waiting at the end of the counter—my friend waiting patiently for the moment to swipe her card. We were joking around with the clerks working at the store. Both looked to be twenty something’s and were entertained while joking around with us. In the middle of our antics, my friend chimes in, “he has to put up with both of us!” The twenty something male looked at her husband and me as though we had just taken the last beer at a party.

It hit me what his look was about. “He thinks she meant you are married to both of us”. I told him. “That did sound a bit funny didn’t it?”, he noticed. Oh no—-back peddle time! “We’re not all married, we’re friends, but he does have to put up with both of us today”, I explained to the young man. “OH!”, he stated with a stress relieving sigh. Laughter broke out once again between all of us—-realizing the missed perception.

The old adage to “never judge a book by it’s cover” still remains true today. With technology advancements, we do not always have the luxury of evaluating body language.  It is not what has been said that is important, rather how the words are perceived. We are challenged more than ever before to communicate clearly in order to be understood.

Very much like the kindergarten class whispering a secret to the first student and charged with communicating that secret to each other through to the last student in the line up. If the communication changes—-the entire focus is off kilter.

The moral of our day—-communicate clearly—-stop and regroup if necessary —-never judge —-and always remember to laugh!


As the saying goes—-laughter can soothe the soul.

I spent the afternoon hanging out with a friend of mine. Girl time is an amazing thing! We went to the farmer’s market—-the health food store—-shared some girl talk—-and decided to stop to investigate her husband’s progress—- as today—-he was working on a property they are in the process of preparing to build a house on. The shop construction is already completed. We fondly refer to this structure as the “Taj Mahal”—-why you ask?  It is every man’s dream shop. With four fully equipped, oversized overhead doors—-professionally landscaped —-and architecturally Illuminated at night. It would make any man’s eyes sparkle.  The shop is enormous.

Let’s get back to the property. This property happens to be right behind their current home. (This will be a necessary piece of information later in this post)

We pulled into the drive—-jumped in the yard vehicle —- and drove across the back yard onto the vacant property. We popped through the bushes—-finding her husband and his crew of workers trimming trees—-pulling weeds—-picking up dead branches and leaves—-basically typical yard work. This property is located in the country. Affording them the advantage of creating a huge fire pit to burn all of their collections. They were taking advantage of this privilege with a flame streaming sky high—-it was a man size flame. My friend and I were wishing we had marshmallows!

It was early evening by the time we departed from observing the men in their element. We forged back to the house to make dinner. Girl talk resumed while the television created back drop noise a we prepared dinner.  The time progressed—-her husband walked into the house, took a shower and retreated to his comfy, man chair in front of the television.

I’ve had the opportunity to sit in his chair. It’s beyond the description of comfortable—-wrapping around you in sheer cushioned comfort. It’s a chair easily ripping any stress out of the body and creating complete tranquility. Exactly the state of mind her husband was in—-relaxing—-eyes focused on the television.

My friend was around the corner, down the hall. I was sitting on the sofa, positioned on the wall behind the man chair—-placing me directly next to the picture window. With the wooden blinds closed, the road in the front remained visible from my viewpoint—-not from the man chair.

Without warning—-a familiar sound bellowed into the room—-”Beloop”. I looked up to see flashing lights wheel past the window on the road. My first thought—-an ambulance?

As I remained focused on the lights, I concluded the vehicle was too long to be an ambulance. Wait a second—-it was a fire truck. WHAT? A FIRETRUCK?! My brain finally connecting to my mouth as I choked out, “that was a FIRETRUCK!”

The sentence barely left my mouth as my friend bolted around the corner. “YOUR FIRE PIT!” Her voice in sheer panic. “The Taj Mahal!”, she yelled.

Please allow me to digress a moment—-There are moments in time happening so incredibly fast—-it is impossible to catch them on camera be it video or still shot. However, once those moments pass, you realize you missed out on the video propelling you to the morning talk show circuit for having the most recent comical posting to have gone viral with millions of viewings. This was one of those very special moments.

Let’s get back to my friend appearing around the corner. Upon the exclamation reminder of the fire—-her husband, still in his chair—-grabbing an armrest sternly with each hand—-as he white knuckled the arm rests—-his eyes popped open with sheer panic—-his face over powered by excitement like the staff of Ellen startled while going through a haunted house. He propelled himself out of the chair running for his shoes on the tile floor directly by the bar stools. He approached the shoes with one foot forward ready to slam each one on and run out the door. His hand already on the back of a bar stool for balance.

My friend and I stood watching him—-his foot touched the shoe —- it slid forward on the floor —- his body recreating the infamous Charlie Brown rotation as the football was pulled away. Time stood still.  We were watching a slow motion video—-his body flew backwards—-his feet elevated above his head—-his hand remained clutched to the bar stool—-both the bar stool and her husband flipped —- landing on the floor parallel.  His feet dangling above his head. The expression on his face one of pure bewilderment.

The three of us stood in silence for a second —-then out the door we bolted to check on the fire pit and Taj Mahal. I hit the door first—-as I passed through the door and began my walk across the backyard—-all was dark—-no flames remotely visible—-the beautiful landscaping illuminated by the strategically placed sconce lighting in the distance. Relief set in.

“That must have been pretty funny to watch!”, her husband comically stated as he jumped into the yard vehicle.  He was right. My friend and I walked across the yard towards the “Taj Mahal”.

Now that all detrimental thoughts of raging fires had been extinguished—-we were left to replay the event without panic—-immediately hysterical laughter consumed us. The laughter so intense —- walking was a challenge. As we caught our breath her husband’s voice sped through the darkness. “I can hear you laughing!”, he chimed. We instantly burst harder into laughter.

With everything under control and normal—-the three of us stood in the cool night air in full on belly laughter. The kind that shakes your soul, moving through your body like chocolate spreading happiness all the way from your toes up to your cheeks!  It was an incredible moment. Rare in form —-always welcomed—-always therapeutic.

To laugh at oneself is a very special gift to have. Her husband —-a strong man’s man—-rugged with a stern poker face—-laughed with us. He is a very special man deep into his core.

Life gives us special moments without warning. It is up to us to take a moment to embrace them. When you are handed lemons—-make lemonade. When thrown into a pile of manure—-look for the pony that created the pile. Always remember to seize the moment—-laugh from the core when life throws humor into the mix.

Where was the emergency? That remains a mystery.


Isn’t it funny how life can slap us on the side of the head when we’re least expecting it? Recently, I’ve been watching world news intently. There are wars going on—-outbreaks happening—-new laws put in motion, while old laws are questioned. Studies show a person consistently keeping up with news—-whether broadcast or on paper—- depression is likely to set in. After watching the news recently—-I can see why. From bullying by women in the workplace—-to military widows remarrying and exploiting the government by re-filing for benefits when they divorce their civilian husbands over and over—-to people becoming ill from infectious disease outbreaks—-gloom and doom seem to be the best two consistently chosen topics.

I’ve always been told the most attractive accessories are confidence and a positive attitude! Yet how do we keep a positive attitude among the negative headlines? My answer hit me when I least expected it!

The other evening—-on a lucky streak I didn’t know I’ve been on—-I was invited to attend a children’s production of Sesame Street. Front row seats to view Elmo, Big Bird, Bert & Ernie, Cookie Monster and a host of their friends. I was hesitant to agree to go—-however time spent with the most incredible 5 and 2 year old on the planet is never a bad thing. Right? Should I be scared?

As we were escorted to our seats, we heard the speaker announce the show would begin in 15 minutes. With wild anticipation, all of the children sparked twinkles and smiles! The show began full of dancing, singing and laughter! To my surprise, most with a dance beat even adults could enjoy. By the last song, the 2 year old was sitting in my lap. We were dancing in our chairs and clapping to the beat!

It was at that moment I realized how one can stay positive in this world of negativity. Look at the world through the eyes of a child. The colors are vibrant—-the theories simple—-smile and dance to great music! Children are not critical or judgmental—-those are learned character traits that unfortunately some people pass on from generation to generation. I looked at the ear to ear smile of the 2 year old boy sitting in my lap—-giggling—-bright eyed—-the positive cure to the negative question.

The most attractive accessories are confidence and a positive attitude. Although a genuine smile is mixed in there too! If you can’t find those on your own—-look to a child for assistance!

We are only in this world for a short time—-embrace it—-smile—-see the positive—-and strut!

Miles on the highway can soothe the soul. At some point in life, everyone has a moment where their spirits are low and your soul needs a recharge. Recently, this was the case. Lucky for me—-one of my closest girls were available and flew in for the trip! I picked her up from the airport—-vehicle packed and ready to hit the road. We called it the “Thelma and Louise Trip”! However, with any luck, no one would be killed—-especially us when we arrived at our destination!

Two girls on the open road—-free spirits—-no counting calories —-no working out! We’d sleep when we were tired—-eat when we were hungry—-and well go when we needed to.

Down the highway we rolled—-chatting and laughing —-Our first stop, a travel plaza just outside the city. We needed a caffeine stop. Chocolate as well! What’s a trip without chocolate? We found our snacks—-headed back to the vehicle—-plotted our shopping stops and away we went! Our target—-exit 68! Lucky for us the GPS screen gave us a listing of approaching exits including distances to each.

Wheeling down the highway, laughing and talking—-having a great time —-when my partner in crime noticed we were approaching exit 61! What happened to 68? Had we driven past it without noticing? Could it be possible we didn’t smell the shopping? I frantically pulled the destination up on my phone’s map. There was a reason we were at exit 61—-we had yet to change states! Exit 68 was in the neighboring state which we had yet to drive in to! We looked at each other—-stunned—-then laughter filled the vehicle!

We continued down the highway. Before long, the huge sign welcoming us to the next state was in front of us. Within minutes we hit our desired exit. Anticipation quickly filled the vehicle as we entered the parking lot to our destination! It was at that time we realized the incredible shopping we thought we’d find was merely a deserted island of shopping gone bad. We hit the highway—-calculating our next stop!

At times, knowing exactly where you are headed doesn’t always get you exactly to where you want to be. After all, it’s the journey that matters—-not the destination!

Sometimes a good laugh—-being with a person that knows you—-that truly understands you—-and eating chocolate are all you need!

Did you know you can’t think and be angry at the same time? It’s true!  It has been medically proven; the human body is incapable of both at the same time.

Not long ago, a friend of mine and I had gone for a long, challenging bike ride. Before you get the idea of a serene, therapeutic ride through the woods, it’s quite the polar opposite. For some reason, we feel the need to race each other the entire trail. This day in particular, we had challenged each other for a total of 20 miles—-after which we took a dip in the pool at my friend’s house. By the time all was over, it was later in the evening—-completely dark.

While my friend utilized the outdoor shower—-I went to my vehicle and retrieved my bag. I was in dire need of a shower. There is nothing better than an outdoor shower—-unless of course it’s November. I dropped my bag inside the door, shed my sweaty clothes, wrapped a towel around me, grabbed my toiletry bag and headed for the shower. My friend passed by me and back into the house. I was in heaven as the water fell on me. It was a great night. The sky was clear. A light breeze brought the smell of summer into the air. This would be an extra long shower.

When finished, I wrapped the towel around me and stepped out of the shower. It was then that I realized —-I was standing outside—-my clothes were in the house. Now this probably doesn’t sound like an issue—-just open the slider and walk into the house—-right? Well that might be the case if it were a normal house. However, my friend worries about intruders and therefore installed a security system somewhat similar to that of the White House. The only thing missing are the secret service agents. When you close a door behind you—-they lock. If you know the code, you can walk completely around the house to the side door, input the code into the keypad and open the door. If you do not know the code—-you’re stuck outside. Which is what I was—-in nothing but a towel. Thank goodness for towels!

I knocked on the door—-nothing. I could have called from my cell—-it was in the house. Nice and secure. I could have driven to my house, except my vehicle’s key fob was—-you guessed it—-inside the house. Everything I needed, including my friend to open the door, was inside the house—-locked up tight as a military arsenal. My friend—-no where in sight.

So there I am—-in a towel—-barefoot—-walking around the house knocking on doors and windows —-ringing the doorbell—-in a failing attempt to get the attention of my friend. The house was completely secure. On the other hand, I was becoming dinner for every mosquito in the area. Maybe a neighbor would see me and call the police. No such luck. Where are nosy neighbors and police officers when you need them?

My first reaction—-absolute anger. Hello?! Whatever happened to checking on people?!

As I calmed down—-the realization that ‘everything broken down becomes simple’ came to mind. A keypad was numbers—-numbers had combinations—-remember combinations he told you in the past. Think—-THINK!  All I had to do was remember any combination of numbers that seemed relevant. I walked up to the the keypad and started inputting number combinations.  The first code, failed. The second, failed. The third—-the green light displayed and I heard the beautiful click of the door opening! I had opened the door! It doesn’t seem like opening a door would be so joyous. However, I felt as though I had just won a gold medal at the Olympics. Not that I know what that feels like, but this had to be close.

Seconds later, I was in the house and wearing clothes! Where was my friend you ask? Sitting in the bedroom watching television. Not a single one of my knocks, nor the doorbell I rang 20 times had been heard. He looked up and said, “That was a very long shower you took.”  I wasn’t sure if I wanted to giggle or seriously injure him!

I laughed, sat down and decided to say nothing. Sometimes things are better left unsaid. After all, I was impressed with myself. I managed to think my way around a state of the art security system. What my friend doesn’t know, won’t hurt him. Right?

Remember, you can’t think and be angry at the same time. Sometimes, it’s better to think than react—-believe in the power you have within yourself—-and always have your cell phone and clothes near at all times!


Have you ever decided to eat healthy?

Why is it women are always on a “diet”.  A statement you will never hear a female say, “I need to gain weight!” I’m fairly sure if I did happen by that statement it would cause my brain to malfunction.

Recently, I made a commitment to increase my exercise regime and eat healthy—-ok healthier.  There are some things a female should not give up.  Things like chocolate, the occasional french fry, nacho night and Starbucks runs. These keep one’s sanity in check.

So in my newfound “healthy” mode, I decided to be proactive and hard boil eggs to have for a quick grab healthy protein snack. This seems intelligent—-Right?

Please allow me to digress. Two days ago, I found an aromatherapy shower gel claiming to give “energy”. Of course I had to buy it. Who doesn’t want “energy”?

Now back to boiling the eggs. I had just walked in the door from a 6 mile run. Knowing it takes approximately 15 minutes roughly, I decided to be efficient and boil eggs while taking my shower. It feels pretty good to multi-task successfully! The eggs were boiling and up the stairs to the shower I went.

My new “energy” shower gel smelled wonderful. The smell—-very relaxing. Walking out of the shower I felt like a wet noodle. The same feeling you have after a great massage. As I sat down on my bed, I thought to myself, “I’ll just close my eyes for a second.” The energy shower gel was more on the level of tryptophan then caffeine.

I awoke to a very loud explosion and the smell of sulfer. THE EGGS!

I ran down the stairs to find my kitchen had become an episode of kitchen nightmares! Did you know when eggs boil to the point of all water evaporating they explode?  Completely blow up. I had an entire week of boiled eggs in pieces on the ceiling—-cabinets—-oven—-floor—-countertops—-everywhere —-and even places you can’t imagine.

I grabbed the pot from the stove as the last egg exploded. What a mess. My “energy” shower gel had backfired. My kitchen looked as if a food fight had taken place. After 3 hours of cleaning—-I have the cleanest kitchen on the block! My “health” kick no longer involves hard boiled eggs. Lastly, my “energy” shower gel has been changed to “tranquility”.

Sometimes multi-tasking isn’t the best option. Sometimes you are better off taking life one step at a time, eating chocolate and enjoying life. If you try to multitask too many things at once—-well—-things can explode.

The next item on my health food kick—-salad!

Most days start with the same routine—the alarm chimes off too soon—I stumble to the bathroom and step on the scale—this shocks me awake to a point I’m able to safely get in the shower. Isn’t it amazing how a nice shower can complete our wake up?

30 minutes later I’m headed to the office. Another day—wonder what is in store. Bullying seems to be the topic of choice these days. We hear about children pushed to their breakpoint because of constant badgering from their peers. I’ve often wondered how it is a child moves into a personality where they feed off of bullying another child. However, after being exposed to the adult form of this behavior, I am fully aware how this behavior can begin in children.

What is more interesting is how the situation has become somewhat of a lab experiment for me. Although I am the recipient of the harassment and bullying behavior—at times a person must step back and see the root cause of the behavior. How is it adults can group together and “gang up” on harassing someone? How is it they have never been taught this behavior is not appropriate? The best question—why is it most prevalent with women?

I introduced you to the ‘Mean Girl’ click last week. Rest assured they have yet to mature. In fact, last week after once again complaining about my wardrobe—they once again attempted to mimic my style.  Another funny anecdote —they attempt to copy the style of someone they bully.  Further adding validity to the theory women bully other women that intimidate them.  We should consider bullying a compliment.  As it is validation we have become a driving force of intimidation to insecure women like these.

This brings me to the root of my observation about bullying. Have you ever noticed with clicks of insecure women—they are evil to any woman they deem to be intimidating—better looking—more successful—or anyone that raises the bar in any way. It is interesting to me how we as women do not embrace the differences and leverage our positive attributes to raise ourselves into new levels. Why? Instead the insecure group together to seek and destroy the strong. It is no wonder to this day men remain at the top of most corporate ladders. When have you ever seen men grouping together to gossip and tear down a coworker? My point—they never do.

Last week I was subjected to harassment—bullying behavior—and outright hateful attitudes. It made me feel sad for them. I watched as they fed off of each other—the bullying a form of stress release for them. It is sad —how awful their lives must be that they have to inflict this kind of craziness at the office. How can we ever eliminate bullying in our children if it exists within adult society?

They say Karma affects everyone. Karma can be something as simple as having to exist within the toxic mentality people create inside themselves.

My challenge to all of you is to stand above the typical “female” —as most men describe it. Stand out in a crowd—let your own personal style shine—be unique—leave the insecurities behind—we as women do not have to attend every battle we are invited to! My challenge is to hold your head high—know your value even if others are attacking it—and strut!

Have you ever had to work with women who are still living as though they are in high school? These juvenile delinquents live in a false reality of gossip and deceit. Whereby anyone they are intimidated by become instant enemies. They will befriend you to your face— and work overtime behind your back to destroy by any means necessary.

I have the wonderful opportunity to work with 3 women fitting this profile. Some days it is very entertaining to watch the exhaustive measures they will go in their attempts to take out all females of any perceived “threat”.

As for me—other than entertainment, it doesn’t bother me. Although I did think it might be entertainment for everyone, so thought I’d share.

Please allow me to digress a moment to give you a description of the women I’m speaking of.  The first is young, impressionable and naive. She borders on anorexia and tends to make fun of those that do not look like they’ve spent undue time in a third world country. The 2nd is very tall with enormous hands. She talks in the tone of a two year old and seems to think “Ummm” is a word used by smart people as a conjunction. The 3rd is the ring leader. She has a huge education chip on her shoulder—namely—she has no education.  She expends enormous energy staying “in the know” of the gossip circle and will make up juicy gossip if she fails to dig any up. Her fashion code can best be described as “Goodwill Chic” which wouldn’t matter if she wasn’t so critical of everyone else. Her business shoe of choice—flip flops. Her personality as genuine as a three dollar bill. Some of the more sophisticated females in the group have nicknamed her “Trailer”— although I’m sure that would insult those living in a trailer park.

As for me, I remain neutral watching the antics and the drama like a very bad Broadway show. The ring leader can turn the most simple of tasks in a drama routine even Elizabeth Tailor would envy. My mistake with the ring leader? I love fashion and am influenced by no one—most especially her.

My first encounter with the ring leader, I was merely walking to my office. She walked up to me with an ear to ear Cheshire Cat smile and said, “GOOD MORNING!” It was so animated it caught me off guard. First thing in the morning, most people are not screaming at the top of their lungs. Startled— I’m fairly sure my feet left the ground. It’s difficult to maintain composure with so much noise. As I returned a normal toned “good morning”, she began to walk with me. As we walked, we played 50 questions. Her throwing numerous inappropriate personal questions and me avoiding most of them. Finally, she became distracted by another victim and off she went. Whew!

The day continued, busy as usual, when my phone rang. It was a man from the human resources department—he needed to meet with me briefly. That is never good. Off to his office I went. As I walked into his office he began to speak. He informed that the ring leader had been down numerous times to complain about my wardrobe. “You know how women are”, he chimed. “No—how are women?” I responded. He informed my dress was too “edgy” and was making women envious. “Does it fit within the dress code guidelines of the company handbook?”, I asked. His response was a definite “Yes”. Although it was making the ring leader feel less than adequate, therefore she needed to complain. “Can you put that in writing please?”, I asked. “There’s no need for that, as this isn’t anything formal, just the two of us speaking.” He replied. Of course an illegal conversation wasn’t going to be documented in writing.

As I returned to my office, the ring leader was business as usual —yelling and creating drama to draw attention to herself. I wondered if people like her ever get tired. Do they get tired of pretending to be happy? Do they get tired of creating drama? Do they get tired of wondering what it would be like to be genuine? Have they lost hope entirely of ever knowing what genuine and honest actually feel like?

As she walked away, the sound of her walk thumped like wild buffalo running on the plains. I overheard one of her team state, “thank God she left!” A piece of me felt sorry for her, as she most definitely had no idea her direct reports have no respect for her. Karma is a funny thing. It can rear it’s head in the most odd of times.

It is interesting to me how some women still operate as if in a click in high school. How can we expect bullying to be eliminated in our schools when parents instigate it in the workplace? Instead of leveraging the talents around them, why does the ring leader feel so threatened that she has an innate need to eliminate the competition?

One of the younger women in the office walked up to me the other day and said, “You’ve raised the fashion bar around here. Look!” I turn around to see the ring leader attempting to dress like me. The young girl smirked and said, “She is trying but failing miserably!”

Why is it there are insecure women who can’t get their act together therefore they have an inner need to cause trouble for those of us who do have our act together? As women, we have enough pressure with society and career. Do we really need to cause more for each other?

For now, the ring leader is content in creating drama and spending enormous time during the day catching up on the latest gossip. As she continues on her journey—I will share some of my more humorous observations. After all—I will most definitely continue to wear my sassiest stilettos—and strut! Which will win me (and my trusted readers) a front row seat!




Do you ever have days when you have to laugh at yourself—otherwise you would eat too much chocolate?

Why are we our worst critics?  Why are negative people allowed to tarnish a great day?  Why do we let them?

You can be the most beautiful person in the world —everybody envisioning light and rainbows when they look at you—but if you do not know it—if you do not know your value—your self worth—all of what people think is irrelevant.

Every second you spend doubting your worth—every moment you criticize yourself—are seconds wasted—moments thrown away on negativity.   Life is not permanent.

Do not waste any of your seconds— do not throw even one of your moments away.  Live life positively!  See value in yourself!  Put on your favorite kicks—lift your chin up—and strut!