The Mister

A slim 28- year= old brunette  sitting in her parked car in front of a large brick 3-story home. Her car is at least 7 years old, but her mani-pedi is fresh and her jeans are barely broken in. The car is filled with the essence of an overpriced sweet floral perfume.

Corrine: …so, I just arrived at my boss’s home for this dinner. I hope this means she likes me and wants to promote me. *pause* I miss you baby *whining*

*a masculine  voice  filters through the speakers of the car*

Him: You’ve got this baby…and I miss you too.*pause* I tell you what..I’m going to hurry up with this workout and get back home to you.

Corrine:                                                                               That sounds perfect babe! I’ll make those protein muffins you love. Sheesh, I’m going to be an amazing wife to you some day *she unfolds the sun visor revealing the mirror to check out her reflection* Around what time do you think you’ll be by? *she combs her hair with her fingers and lightly re-twirls it into  spirals from her roller set*

Him:                 I’m sure you will, but let’s not rush baby. I’ll see you around 9.  *he replies in a  happy tone*

Corrine: Sounds good baby *she smiles* I’m going to go now. I’ll see you later. I love you

Him: Okay later baby. I love you too.

Corrine: *presses red button on smart phone to end phone call, grabs her bag then steps out of car. She takes another glance at her reflection while pushing the handle of the car door to close before heading to the house*

*the sound of a male singer crooning over the sultry-snazzy tone of 80s jazz music whispers from inside the house*

Corrine: *walks up the arch shaped driveway in the front lawn and rings the door bell*

*moments later the door opens revealing a 5’8″ dark haired woman. She is older than Corrine, but her mature features are sultry and timeless in a Catherine Zeta Jones way*

Patty: Well hello Corrine. So glad you made it *in a calm yet enthusiastic tone while opening her arms for a warm embrace* Have a seat in the living room. I’ll be right in. I’m on the phone with my husband. *she leads Corrine through the foyer to the living room at the right of them*

Corrine: I understand completely. *she replies reassuringly, while inhaling the savory smell drifting through the house*

Patty:                                                      You know boys will be boys *she smiles then turns towards the dining room that seems to lead further through a maze*

*Corrine sits in the living room on a stiff taupe leather couch. She lifts her right leg and angles it over her right knee. The couch slightly squeaks with her movements*

Patty: *returning to her guest* Let’s chat in the kitchen. I have a lovely red wine *she gestures towards the area she just came from*

Corrine: Sure. You have a lovely home Patty. How long have you and your husband lived here? *she exclaims while standing then following her idolized boss through the foyer to the kitchen*

*the women reach the kitchen meeting at the gray marbled counter top island centered in the cooking paradise with mahogany cabinets*

Patty: It’s been almost 15 years.  I see something like this in your near future *she assuringly winks with a smirk after sitting on a stool  and pours  2 glasses, 1 after the other*

*the 2 women clang their glasses then take a quick sip of their wine*

Corrine: I hope so. It’s only been 6 months, but I’m ready for my guy to pop the question *in a serious business tone*

Patty:          Well have your fun in the meantime. Some guys forget how to love you after years and years of being together. *her usual constant smile turned to a serious straight line*

Corrine:                                                                               I know. I hear that a lot, but I think he’s the one *slight smile*

Patty:                                      My husband was the one.  *pause* I’d think about him and smile to myself *pause* it seemed like we were mentally and emotionally connected because moments later he’d call *she stares down towards the counter stuck in a longing gaze* but that was young love *she says as she snaps out of her stupor*

Corrine: *smiles & cheerfully shrugs*

Patty: Get your guy and seal the deal! *gulps wine, then smiles at Corrine*

Corrine: Thanks! *smiles*

Patty:                        I noticed my husband acting a little different on and off over the last 2 or 3 years. Just always be on your P’s and Q’s *she says, then chugs the whole glass*

*the sound of the automatic garage door opening followed by the closing of a car door echoes through the first floor of the house*

Patty: Ha! Speaking of the devil. *she directs to Corrine with a sly expression* Jay I’m in the kitchen *she announces in the direction of the door leading from the garage*

Patty:                                I want you to meet my husband then we can eat *to Corrine*

Corrine:                            Sure!  *nods head up and down*

*both women sit still as if time would stop while anticipating the third person’s arrival*

*the male voice loudly calls to Patty, it gets louder as the foot steps get closer*

Jay: Honey, I won’t be home for long. Bobby is at the bar waiting for me. He’s bummed something dealing with Nancy again.

Patty:                                                                                     Oh no not again! *she calls back to the empty door space awaiting her conversation mate’s arrival*

Corrine: *Listens to the conversation. She keeps her back facing the empty doorway to not seem intrusive in the discussion between the married couple*

Jay: Yea…so, I’ll just grab a bite then head back out *he reaches the doorway and stands in place in the threshold*

Patty: Meet one of my staff members…*her open palm gestures towards Corrine sitting across from her*

Corrine: *smiling, swings her body towards Jay * Hi so nice to finally mee…Jason? *she squints her eyes in a questioning manner*

Patty: Yes, Jason, our family calls him Jay though *still in introductory mode*

Jay: *smiling while nodding his head left to right*

Corrine: *holding eye contact with Jay her eyes  slightly well up*

Patty: Honey, this is the young lady I’m going to promote *she says to Jay while smiling at Corrine*

Jay: Congrats young lady *He replies in a counterfeit representation of being genuine*  I’ll be on my way now *he swiftly scatters towards the garage*

Patty: Yes, you should be proud *she gives a bona fide smile to Corrine*

Corrine: *tears well up in her eyes* Thank you








Fighting the setbacks

5:00 am (alarm clock sounds obnoxiously)

A feminine apple shaped body connected to a chipmunk faced lady turns her head towards her left shoulder to view the morning darkness. She glares out the beige curtain-dressed window. Rolling her eyes, she extends her right arm at the night table next to her bed, swinging it to end the buzzer.

Her: *soft yawn while staring at the ceiling*

Her: Babe (pause) babe *she whispers*

Him: *his back facing her* *body laying still and unbothered*

Her: *her left hand uses a soft pressure to nudge his shoulder*

Him: *deep tired mumble* yes sweetie

Her: don’t forget to wake the kids and get them dressed. My trainer is waiting to torture me *she giggles, and then slowly sits up and swings her feet to the floor*

Him: Arrrggghhhh alright *in a loud yawning voice*

Her:                                             and don’t forget their oatmeal for breakfast. Their lunches are packed.working-out

Him:            YEP! * with sarcastic enthusiasm while stretching to rise from the bed*

Her: *walks to the lounge chair in the corner of the room while stripping of her nightie* I’m serious. No more pastries or big slices of cake for breakfast. I don’t want our kids to be obese.

Him: *grabbing her naked body from behind and hugging tightly while mumbling into her neck* I don’t see a problem with that

Her:                   *flattered and blushing* arggh really babe! come on we’ve discussed this before. This will make me feel better. Plus I want to look good for your sister’s wedding this summer. No more Shamu standing behind the skinny chicks in pictures. *she wiggles out of his hold and gathers the workout sweats and t-shirt  from the chair to put on*

Him:*sighs while watching her walk away* Well I hope you and your aerobics teacher have a nice time pumping iron or whatever it is you do.

Her:                                                                                        ha ha! it’s cross-training Mr  Ex -High School jock. Time has been catching up to you…and your beer belly. *she smirks while grabbing her gym bag and water bottle*

Him: *looking down in a wide legged stance*   I thought you liked my hairy gut *patting his stomach in a goofy manner*

Her: see you later. Love you *she announces loudly while making a beeline for the front door of their 2 bedroom apartment*

*a hint of giggling children stirs in the background*

Him: I love you too baby *he announces back* Oh, babe I forgot to tell you…

Her:                                                                                                                                          OhMyGosh babe what is it? *she pauses in her tracks, and turns to make eye contact with her husband*

Him: *he continues* I forgot to tell you Kevin is supposed to bring in cookies for the bake sale. Nothing store bought.

Her: *loud sigh* call your mom. I’m out the door right now

Him: actually mom’s knee is still bad. She can’t stand honey.

Her: I have to go babe. You’ll figure it out *opens door to leave*

Him: We can’t send Kevin to school without the cookies. We signed up for this.

Her: *closes door, drops the gym bag at her feet, kicks sneakers off, walks into kitchen, grabs supplies from fridge, pulls hair into ponytail*

Him: *saunters back into bedroom, calls over his shoulder while walking away* yea do your aerobics step mess some other time

Her: *mumbles, as a pea sized tear speeds down her cheek from her eye* this is why I still haven’t lost the weight











I don’t wait

*What better way to ponder my life than to blog while watching Bridgett Jones’s Diary*

Anyone who knows me well knows I’m an impatient person. I don’t fear putting in work. Working towards a goal awakens my soul. At times, I get anxious and anticipate the end result of goals, or plans. When I want something, nothing stops me from honing in on it and making it mine – not even time. So, no, I do not have a resolution for 2017.  I get started on all the revamping of myself as soon as I decide on something I want.

No one should wait for the year to change to announce new versions of themselves.

We miss out on accomplishing our goals because of factors that we allow to outweigh our personal needs. I’m not saying to disregard your responsibilities, but you can’t be the best version of yourself when you let people, places, & things (insert elementary school flashback to discussing nouns) stop you from desired accomplishments.

I have a long list of things I’d like to change about myself. Some can take weeks to months and others can take years. I just know that announcing it to the world can be an invite to haters wishing for the worst outcome. So, I keep quiet. Only a handful of people usually know what’s going on with me.

Things I’ve accomplished through staying quiet.

  1. Traveled more
  2. Bought my home
  3. Got out of my career rut. I’m happy and now know how I want to grow in my field
  4. Freshman 15 dropped – while still in college
  5. Published writing in books and on websites.
  6. socializing more – I accomplished it but I’m happier as my introverted self



This is THAT birthday blog

My birthday is this week.

I hate to be cliché and post  mushy BS that people say on their Facebook posts, but I’m elated to see another year of life. gen-collie-smallz-david-jenn-ben

Instead of bragging about my fabulous birthday outing I had with friends last weekend; I’d like to reflect on some realities I learned leading up to this birthday.

  1. Having a birthday so close to Christmas sucks. It is difficult to get people to celebrate or even remember your birthday when a major and expensive holiday is 4 days away. The friends who do matter will remember your day. This is not an attempt to pull guilt from those who didn’t join me – I’m thankful for everyone in my life.
  2. Don’t share the iCloud with your mom. It is the weirdest experience to witness your texts opened before you’ve seen them. Lucky for me, my mother is open-minded and was able to laugh at the raunchy memes I share with friends. Poor girl was looking for male nudes.  She’s on her own cloud now (whew!)
  3. Keep your dreams and goals to yourself. Of course, share it with people who you can rely on for moral support, but you can’t trust everyone. I achieved 2 major life’s goals in ONE year. On my previous birthday I promised myself to achieve at least one goal by my next birthday. I got both checked off the list! I think staying tight lipped about what I saw for myself kept negative comments and poor wishes from others at bay.
  4. BE UPFRONT! I let people say and do hurtful things to me. I let their poor acts slide. I let myself regret not putting a stop to it – until recently. I’ve lost a few friends by giving back the same fire that burned my ego, but being a flame breathing dragon has become a fun hobby.
  5. Life is precious. Do MORE of what matters to you. Screw what people think. Buy the sexy dress, order the lobster, book the trip, take the dance class, and indulge in laughing at the sarcastic memes. If you’re not hurting anyone or putting yourself in debt go for it.

How deep is your love?

“…how deep is your love…” by the BeeGees is melodiously ringing in my head. It’s a wonderful earworm.

I’m still single. (Womp womp) Only part of me remembers what would trigger me to walk away. Lately, I’ve been listening and observing relationship breaking points. Trust is the main theme most people leave. What I do know for sure is if you are constantly uncomfortable about your relationship it is because it’s time to leave it.

Below is a list of situations I’d definitely walk away from, but still see people stay. Actually, they complain, but stay. Are these issues worthy of working things out and calming any inner anxiety?

  1. Your girlfriend/boyfriend parties A LOT. You’re not invited, but  you’ve given up the party life because you don’t see a use in all that spending and you’re done looking for “the one”. Does this mean your bf/gf is still looking?
  2. Your new love has clearly made you a part img_3606of their life: over night stays, you’ve met their mom, you’ve gone on family vacations, you’re always together. Somehow, you’ve managed to be a ghost on their social media account. If it was up to you; you’d at least be included in that hiking pic they posted on their wall. Lover, claims it is best to keep everyone out of their private business, but you sense they want to not miss a chance with someone else. Should you trust your gut?
  3. Bae, who you think about all the time is getting a divorce – hopefully soon.  He sleeps on the couch in his marital home and is only there for the kids – so he says. He anticipates the end of his marriage to be with you, but has family outings and double dates with his wife on a weekly basis.
  4. It hasn’t even been a full year, but this person is “the one” you’re ready to propose. So, you squeeze out enough to buy a ring and get your forever started with this person. They explain they want to be with you, but don’t want to marry you.
  5. Bae has a “new best friend” – well not new; somehow after dating for 3 plus years you never heard of this person who needs so much quality time with bae. Bae won’t be back until 8 or 9am tomorrow.

Not being in a relationship makes it easy for me to say I’d give up and walk away. The relationship situations above are still holding people wanting love hostage. How many strikes does each scenario deserve until it’s time to give up?



Zombie Love

Weird confession: I am highly entertained by my dreams about zombies – err uhh nightmares.

About once a month I have a random dream where I’m kicking zombie a$$.  I don’t love zombies I’m freakin scared of them, but something about running from them, and whacking their heads off to stay alive brings adventurous excitement to my mind while in a slumber.

Most of my zombie dreams consist of me noticing people start to turn into zombies, then I start to run and kick undead butt, along with running to safety I’m helping other people stay alive and escape the undead population.

Side note: as I proofread what I’ve typed out I’m laughing at my own goofy a$$.

Over the summer I had 2 hilarious zombie dreams. 1st one, I was on the set of Orange is the New Black and a few of the actors and I were avoiding other actors who were turning into zombies within the set which is a real life jail/mental institution. 2nd dream I was at the mall and people were turning into zombies. 2 other girls and I joined forces to postpone our shopping spree and get out alive.

What the Eff is wrong with me?!

What I do like about these dreams – possibly nightmares- is that I’m always fighting to get out alive and end up making my way to my destination. For me it’s symbolic of me constantly fighting to live life to the fullest. For most of my life, I’ve done what I felt like: changing college majors, packing up and traveling for work, trying out for out of state sports teams, going on a solo vacation. My motto: You can’t let yourself fall into the dull day-to-day that pleases others. I find myself getting stressed out when I allow ignorant people’s words to get to me. So I have to continue to do what matters to me which is to fight for my life and to live it the way I want – or end up a lifeless zombie.

live life to the fullest