As a woman approaching the Big 40 in a few short years I have to say although I am more confident that I ever was and know without any doubt who I am, my worth and even my limits, I still find myself constantly looking for that encouragement to keep my physical self in check.

One of the women I look to for that inspiration is Jennifer Lopez...Jenny from the Block...JLo. I don't care who you are you know she is just as hot now as she was when she first hit the scene as a young Fly Girl on In Living Color. Only now she exudes even more confidence.

In a recent article she talks about being sexy at 40, being a mom and how it feels when she is compared (booty to booty) with the much younger ladies...

"There’s no way in the world that just because women turn the number 40, they’re anything less than amazing. That’s crazy. If anything, you’re even more amazing!"

I encourage all my lady friends to take a few minutes to read what she has to say and let it sink in... On that note I hear my morning squats calling my name! 💋

http://hiit-blog.dailyhiit.com/hiit-life/jennifer-lopez-feels-hotter-ever-45-hint-hiits/

If you don't know your own worth how can you expect anyone else, especially a man, to know it??

I decided to stop into the tattoo shop on Thursday to get a couple of piercings  {above the neck...stay with me here} and as I'm getting "prepped for the procedure" I overheard one of the girls chatting with her apparent boyfriend on the phone. She must have asked him 5 times where he was, why he didnt answer and why it took him so long to call her back. Each time I could tell from the tone in her voice that she was getting more and more upset.

A few minutes later said boyfriend comes in and they begin to argue... I guess no one ever told them where you keep your dirty laundry because they started loading up the washer! Loud & proud.

I don't know the historyof their relationship but the level of distrust and misery was very apparent.

Point of my story is that sometimes being single gets lonely. Fortunately it takes a very small reminder like this to reassure me I am better off alone than dealing with the bullshit that tends to come along with today's relationships.

Until Prince Charming comes along I'll continue to place my bets on the jockeys!

Happy Sunday ya'll...

Yes, I have some bad habits. Too many to list actually. Yet I'd have to say my worst so far this week (mind you its only Tuesday morning) is coming home from my night shift tending bar - dead on my feet - and heading straight for my sanctuary. My bed.

Without a shower.

It's not because my ass stank from sweating all night in my skinny jeans, that my feet were more than ripe from running all night in my vintage Tony Lamas OR that the stench of the human ashtray I become after 9hrs soaking in all the 2nd hand smoke has now soaked into my bed sheets...

BUT because I decided to wear my favorite Lime Crime Red Velvetine Lipstick lastnight. (My red lips always make me feel strong & sexy!) Totally on fleek and always fabulous!! However, waking up with your red lips all over your fave comforter is NOT so fabulous. Good thing about being single...theres no one here to give two cares. Or one.

I will say the best part is laying here laughing about one of my customers, whom we shall so appropriately refer to as "Ms Cougar", asked if she could try aome some of my red lipstick after 6 glasses of wine. I warned her. It was obvious she didnt heed my warnings when she returned to the bar with her lips AND the outer brim red as a rose...a Sharpie rose! Hahaha!! Everlast has nothing on #LimeCrime. 

Move over Maybelline! There's a new bitch in town...

Now. To go wash my dirty little self.

Such a funny thing to get back into blogging and find what you attempted to create nearly four years ago...

So much has changed (kids are older, I might be too...just a little...drastic career change)...yet not so much different on the romantic scale. Eh, its quite possibly UNwritten in my stars or I just keep picking the same fruit from that bad tree.

Hmmm lets recap...was engaged, broke that off. Met a bear cub. Fed him for a while but he was too wild (even for me) and not housebroken. Hell, I think he was still shittin' yellow!! Oooh, caught myself an Arabic prince. Treated me like a queen. Until he caught himself a case of the herpes. Distracted my broken heart with occassional rendezvous & road trips with my "Patriotic Fishtank". Got rescued from a drunk John Wayne by a tattooed boy in blue. Turned out to be an oversized "BOY" who couldn't reacue himself!...(don't worry we'll cover that douche bag in a later blog) and now? Well I'm still kicking...& screaming!

Back at it again.

Wild Child on a Road to Nowhere.

LG

• My oh-so-joyous intro to parenting a teenage boy (sense the sarcasim??)
• Discovering my inner feminist
• Confirming all men are created equal - unfortunately