Since when were we competing?

Women don't need to compete. We really don't. It doesn't matter who is the prettiest or thinnest in the room. Because under neath it all we are all women. We face the same insecurities, the same challenges, the same aches and pains and skin conditions.

I'm not better than anyone else because I'm married. I would be just as awesome if I was single.

I'm not less than any other women because I wear a size 12 jeans and have short legs. I would have the same body issues if I wore a 8 or 6, it's just a number, and my legs won't grow anymore!

How clean my house is, is only a reflection of how much time I have on my hands, not of my self worth.

The color of my hair and the presence or absence of gray plays to part of who I am.

Straight or curly, it's all just hair.

Big boob, I got em, little boobs I want em, but it's all just my outside, it doesn't reflect my heart.

There are enough people in the world that like to bring others down, I'm not going to be one of them!

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In anticipation of my 40th birthday

These are just a few of the things I've learned... Just because you can do something doesn't mean you should do it. If my dogs don't like you, there's a good reason. Wearing the right size bra makes all the difference. I'm not as secure as I appear, and neither are other people. Keyless entry remotes are very helpful in finding your car in a parking lot..honk and look. Red wine makes me sweat. If you can't say anything nice, come sit by me, I'll do my best to keep you out of trouble. I am my own worst critic and the only one that matters. If you think about someone far more than they think about you, you need to re-think your thinking! And my own personal motto.... Pray like you mean it, Love like you mean it, so you can live like you mean it. Later, J

The Rats Exposed!

I yelled that once. Not really yelled, more like exclaimed it loudly and with panic. Panic caused by the fear of projectile vomit coming out all over me and everyone else at the table. I was on Roatan, with two friends, Missy and Prissy. We had been "dolphin trainers for a day" and had chosen to buy the cheap lunch with the locals. We were told they had only two plates of fish left and than the conejo. Conejo is spanish for "rabbit". So I made the sacrifce and let the twins have the fish. It's not my favorite meat, but I figured what the heck..when in rome... All was good until the american dolphin trainer walked by and was kind enough to tell me that "conejo" wasn't the "rabbit" I was thinking of. She said the magic word.."Watusa" Abruptly a plate with rice and fried plantain appear with a dark sweet smelling meat...Watusa. That's when the yelling came in and the controlled gag reflex fyi....Watusa is a damm rodent,

Protein Brownies Review

First of all I am not trying or wanting to be a blogger that is touting their idealistic lifestyle nor do I want to be an influencer. I am just a person who likes to blog and share a small glimpse of my imperfect life. I am saying all of that because I am posting unedited pictures of my cooking. Most of my pictures are un-edited. I crop to keep certain details out of pictures. Like I cropped a couple of these photos so you cannot see the chipped countertop on the edge of my stove. Come to think of it I shouldn't have cropped that. I cannot be the only person who has a chipped countertop. Oh well Onward! I did some online shopping at Target. I miss Target. I mean I really really miss Target, it is one of my very favorite stores. When we are not in a pandemic I love that I can order online and walk in a pick it up. It keeps me from experiencing the bloated cart that comes from cruising Target aisles. I wanted some baked goods but I did not want to waddle after the

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