CityGirl

I arrived in the USA last week Friday (22nd).  Even though I have a couple more pairs of pants with me, I’ve been wearing the same pair of jeans that I wore on the plane every time I leave the house.

My mother insists on me doing that.  She said I look “sexy and hot” in them.  I’m quite surprised.  It’s one of those Guess skinny jeans that are the rage now.  Low-rise, dark blue, fits really close.  Normally, I’m told (by her) that my clothes are too small, too short, too sexy, too revealing, too something.  But she likes these.  Go figure!  It must be the season that’s turning her head.

Since I refuse to throw them in the machine (I hate washing my jeans too often), they (and me) might be smelling a little funky.  It’s a small price to pay to keep someone you absolutely adore happy.

On another note. 

Have a great xmas season blogger pals.  I started blogging in February of this year and since then I have been kept amused, informed by your writings.  I’ve enjoyed the interactions and the various discussions through my posts and comments as well as yours.  I wish you a 2007 that’s filled with joy, good health, peace, lots of love and prosperity.  I hope this is the year where all your dreams (and hopefully mine will come through.

I look forward to more enjoyable hours of  reading your thoughts on everything.

Now honestly though.  Where did the years go?  When did I get this old without realizing it?  I don’t feel a day over 28!  Wasn’t it just a couple years ago I was 21?

That Mariah Carey does sing the hell outa that xmas cd.

Why does she have to sing the songs with so much feelings anyway?

I can’t have people coming into my office and see my eyes welling up with tears!

Double damn!

Makes a girl want to jump up, clap her hands, wiggle her behind ala Whoopie Goldberg in Sister Act, throw her hands in the air and make a joyful noise to the Lord, it does.

Where’s the goddam tissue or hanky when you need it anyway?

Oh Lordy, what do I do?

I was just complaining earlier this week to my favourite girlfriends that I miss the feeling of being ‘in love’ or even ‘in like’.  I was wondering, when again am I going to experience such a feeling.  They in turn teased that I act like such an idiot when in the ‘throes of love’ and somehow I seem to morph back into a silly teenager.  Hehe.  Love is wonderful.

The last time I was ’in like’ was approximately a year ago.  And the cad wasn’t even deserving.  The last time I was ’in love’ was much longer.  And he was crazy as hell, lovable and married.   And we would have ended up killing each other if that had worked out.

I have no interest in travelling down that road again.   The someone else’s partner road that is.  That was a major error in judgement and I was wracked with guilt the entire year we were together.  I’ll never do that again.  

So now ‘long-time suitor’ is in town for the weekend.  Gave me a gold ring.  I saw the box and panicked.  Run! my whole being shouted. 

Last night while having dinner at the nice little mediterranean (sp) restaurant in town, he told me I’m the reason for his frequent short trips to Jamaica.  Run the other way girl! Run!  Fast!

I don’t have a fear of commitment.  I do crave that.   He’s my good friend.  I’ve known him forever.  I’m very fond of him but definitely not in love. 

He’s a good man by any definition.   Where are the sparks?

I still can’t stand the smoking.

Normally, I wouldn’t do a post about the exploits of the empty headed, attention seeking, starlets who run wild in Hollywood.  What’s the point?  The main reason that the tabloids exist is to chronicle every dumb move that they make.  And who wants to read about clueless celebrities anyway?  Oh, I forgot.  Apparently everyone.

I couldn’t help thinking about the latest exploits of Britney Spears though, going around without knickers, flashing her couchie indiscriminately for the world to see.

Now I have no problem with a lass going without panties.  The Lord knows that I have been guilty of that on more than a few occasions.  Actually I’m happiest with less.  Less clothes that is.  I’ve always said I could live happily in a nudist colony.  I don’t really wear clothes at home and for years now, I’ve taken to sleeping sans knickers even if I’m wearing a top.

I must have known intuitively that it was good for the fanny because during a recent Tyra episode she had a gynaecologist (sp) come on and encourage women to sleep without panties.  Apparently our little honey pots need airing out time and the best time for that was during sleep.  Well, since I’ve been doing this for years, I felt vindicated, even though no one had levied any accusation.  Secretly I had felt it was quite degenerate of me (deliciously so!), but did it anyway. 

But I digress from the reason for this post.  Back to Miss Spears and her penchant for airing her supposed-to-be secret bits in public.

Back in the good ole days, whenever a Hollywood starlet wanted to show some skin, they’d call up the ever accommodating Hugh Hefner who was always happy to facilitate their desire for a spread (pun intended) in his infamous Playboy magazine.

Somehow that old-fashion way of publicly exposing oneself appeals to me more than what seems to be the current fashion.  It looks a bit more ‘tidy’.  The starlet gets her desire for public viewing of her private bits.  She’s paid for it and because it seems like a well-thought out, (not to mention lucrative) decision, her reputation remains fairly unsullied.

What’s with cheapening what supposed to be hidden treasure by flashing it around for all and sundry to see? 

Why deprived the men the (debatable) pleasure of purchasing a Playboy or Penthouse magazine in order to view the no longer private parts of the famous?

Think of the harm to the world’s economy.  Playboy/Penthouse stop selling because what normally was paid for is just a mouse click away.   Layoffs, redundancies everywhere as the Playboy/Penthouse magazines and their distributors everywhere (including in Jamaica) try to survive the new immorality order.