RePost: 15 Things All Badass, Fearless Alpha-Women Do Differently From Other Types Of Women


Well, I’d like to believe I’m one of these women, #4 in particular speaks to me. My parent’s never raised me to believe my value as a person had anything to do with “having a man.” They taught me that friends & significant others alike, if they didn’t want to be with me, then it was their loss. And I truly believe this – I don’t base my self-worth on relationships. I believe there is a man out there who just might like me for who I am, and if not, then I’m cool just doing me;)

4. They don’t need a boyfriend but they’re open to having a partner.

In a world that treats singledom as a disease that needs to be treated, it’s refreshing to meet a woman who’s not only OK being on her own but unwilling to compromise the time she spends with friends, on her career, or enjoying hobbies just to have any old someone in her life. Fearless women aren’t looking for a savior, a benefactor or boy toy. In fact, they are not even looking. The bold and fearless women is, however, excited when she meets a man who understands her, accepts her, respects her, respects himself and is looking in the same direction as she is.

I’ve wanted to blog this exact sentiment, but haven’t found my own words. There is a major difference between a NEED and a WANT. I do not NEED anyone else, but WANT to share my life in a mutually-beneficial & wildly, madly in-love relationship with a man who wants the same.  I want a partner and teammate, we ban together and have each other’s backs… and have fantastic adventures & also enjoy sitting at home on Saturday night in each other’s company. And we make-out, a lot. I’m pretty sure he’s out there, and I’m willing to kiss a few more frogs to find him.

Take a read – this article is pretty fantastic!

15 Things All Badass, Fearless Alpha-Women Do Differently From Other Types Of Women

Is the universe telling me that I am not ready to date?


Is the universe telling me that I am not ready to date? I think so. Now, I’ve quit the dating sites for the time being, see this post for that ridiculousness. Let’s back up to last week.

The guy from this post has been calling and texting again. While I believe him to be a complete asshole, I figured I could actually go out with him just to break the seal on dating. Seemed like a good strategy: I expected it to be terrible as he’s quite an abrasive person with absolutely no desire to actually let a conversation happen organically. He’s brash and rude, so, an excellent throw-away date. If it turned out to be decent then it would be a marvelous surprise, but no hard feelings either way. Just a way to rip the band aid and get myself out there again.

So while I was in NYC he called. I let him know I’d call him at a later date, as I was busy with work and having adventures with one my fabulous freshman-year roomies. Anyway, when I got home and settled a few days later, I text him to say hi, and per usual he called back instead of a text response (which I appreciate, I’m not a fan of text conversations, but he works long hours so I thought it best to text first).

He cut to the chase, there was no “hi, how are you?” but right to: when we were going to hang out? OK, I can respect someone who wants to cut the crap.

BUT THEN, his usual attitude kicked in with something to the effect that he felt I was ‘looking for something serious, and he was not, so just to clarify….’ (for some odd reason as I’ve given absolutely no indication of this, and nor do I feel the need for something serious with someone I’ve never met.) 

My snarky inner-monologue said “no wonder he’s divorced”, 

tumblr_m8ujvfANdP1rtd7fhI quickly realized that’s the pot calling the kettle black….oopse!) 

Back to the story: UMM you think too much of yourself, Jackass. Scarlett_O__Hara_Series_1_by_manimefrancesSurprised, I sputtered and replied with something to let him know his insinuation was preposterous… And we hung up.

An hour later he text asking when I could get together. I suggested a few dates/times and we settled on Friday the 13th. Very fitting, indeed. Let me get there. My suspicions turned out to be correct in that he was planning to be a no-show, so thankfully I had already made alternate plans with friends for a pre-Valentine happy hour.

As I was parking and walking to The Hyde Out to meet a few friends, he text asking if I was bored. WTF? Really, so you think that I would sit home on Friday night waiting for you to summon me? UMM NO. How did I respond, you ask?! I didn’t, and will not. It’s dead before it began – did I mention this has been going on since December and I’d never actually met him in person?

So let’s fast-forward a few hours, and a few cocktails later. It was a cute place and there were a lot of interesting people to watch. It’s time to go powder my nose, and after a friend explained where the hidden door was to the ladies’ room, I waded through the crowd and took a wrong turn.


I turned around at the same time as a large man did, he elbowed  Screen Shot 2015-02-21 at 7.50.38 PMme right in the face, and while I was surprised and startled, I was fine and had a touch of blood running down my face.

While I could have recovered quickly, the Jerk-Face yelled at me harshly that it was my fault. I was a bit dazed so I have no idea what he actually said, his words hurt more than my bleeding nose… and then I cried. Crying might have been the worst part – crying in public with my bloody nose and no one to help me save face or give compassion at all. No “sorry” or anything to that effect, no “my bad, I smashed your face”… I don’t care who you are, you cause accidental injury to someone, apologize.

Needless to say, I left. I walked back to my car and text my friends what had happened and I drove home. My feelings, and my nose were wounded. I thought I had bested my Friday-The-13th non-date with my own plans for a night on the town, nursed the small hope of a nice guy glancing my way…and I get pummeled by an even worse Poop-Head.

I think the universe it telling me to cool it on attempting to meet someone. I am going to agree for now. Just me and the fur babies, we got this.

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Body fat is like compounded interest?? – Interesting…


Equating debt to body fat?? Yep, this one hit home for me…

If you know me at all, you know I don’t like anyone messing with my piggy bank. I work hard to earn my pennies and I decide how to spend them … and wasting money on paying down interest isn’t on my to-do list.piggy

This morning I watched a motivational video with one point about the physical transformation process of losing body fat and getting in shape being the hardest part of the process. Body fat is compounded interest – and you have to work 100X harder to work it off, just like interest on credit card debt.

The speaker, who was an easy-on-the eyes fitness guru, equated working hard to get your body in shape is like paying down debt and having to work incredibly hard to pay down the amount owed to the easier process of maintaining a state of financial stability. {Not recommending this video to anyone who is easily offended by potty-mouths…or by seemingly hopped up juice heads… his points still resonate}

Well, this one made total sense to me. I know how to manage my finances, but managing my weight has always been an uphill battle. Add on the last few years of personal struggle, and I’ve dug myself quite a hole of debt in the realm of overall chub.

Screen Shot 2015-02-17 at 10.04.57 AMNow, I’m not going to reiterate my comfort eating and how I arrived at my current state. My point today is that we can all dig ourselves out it just takes hard work.
I’ve been doing my beloved P90X lately and while the muscle to fat ratio has changed, and my clothes are starting to fit better, the scale hasn’t changed a lick. Yes, I am well aware that the scale is not the ONLY metric, but right now it’s a pretty important one to me. But change is the only way to dig myself out.

So here are a few of the changes I am making/have made to really get rid of the unhealthy chunk that I’ve accumulated:

  • Last week I started Les Mills Combat to up my cardio and burn calories
  • Lent starts tomorrow, so if I can’t work on myself for a greater purpose, then I am entirely lost. I will improve, and care for the temple God gave to me in this body. Along the way, I hope to inspire a few more people to do the same.
    • For me, this means sticking to a low carb diet and behaving while traveling, even on my Euro vacation
    • Following the workout schedule for the next 40 (OK, 60) days and pushing play according to my online schedule for the Combat program (this one includes no equipment, so just taking the DVDs with me while traveling requires minimal effort)

What motivates you to change? Do you struggle with finances? Health and fitness? We all have our struggles, these ones just resonate with me. I have a few accountability groups going right now in relation to healthy and fitness, so just let me know and I am happy to work with you to get involved with us. We can talk programs and see what’s best for you.

And, I also happen to have an excellent credit score, so if you want help there I can help you dig out… but I might be more austere than you’d like on finances… Hey, I’m honest;) XOXO

Gasparilla! Pirates invaded Tampa Bay!


Pirates invaded Tampa Bay! This has been going on for the better part of 200 years and it a colorful piece of history. January brings the month-long festivities known as Gasparilla, named for pirate Jose Gaspar who shook up the Bay Area in the early 1800’s.1888444_10101170845922432_2589957496457761713_n

To kick it all off, seafarers took to the seas and sailed into the bay reenacting an invasion. This is the first time I’ve ever participated in the fun, and really the first time I’ve been home during the festival since becoming of age to legally imbibe rum. This year, it’s ON.

By 7 a.m. I had joined a band of pirates and headed for the waters…or, house parties in and around the parade route. Thankfully, a few fabulous newlywed swashbucklers threw a brunch complimented with barrels of fireball whisky, additional spirits, and pirates’ gold.

I’m really not a big drinker, but I knew I wasn’t leaving the area for many hours, and had many miles to walk, so throwing caution to the wind, we buccaneers became three sheets to the wind. I had consumed more alcohol before 10 a.m. than I had in the previous 3 months.   And we probably did 6 miles, me… in very uncomfortable cowboy boots, so I feel it was all very well metabolized.

All in all, a fantastic kickoff to the festival season. I hope to get out for more events in between my travels. There’s a distance classic, but shhhooo, a 5k is more my limit, so we’ll see what happens. I’m really IN for anything where I can wear a costume.10423269_10101170846186902_6445540791939424916_n

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished


An innocent nicety gone wrong. Two young gals, maybe high school aged, were traveling together today and seemed a little unsure of the airport, flights, etc. I happened to be sitting near them while we were waiting for our flight from St. Louis to Newark. I don’t make the flight patterns, don’t ask me why Missouri was the stop from Tampa to New Jersey.   Anywho. The very polite young chick-a-dees asked me to watch their belongings as they used the restrooms. I agreed, which I know isn’t kosher with the TSA rules, but they were harmless and had to go. Anyway, the girls were gone for 5-10 minutes, no big deal, and people were very nice when I explained that two kids were sitting in those seats (denoted by their belongings) as other people came to claim the chairs.

Along comes an evil, rhinoceros of a woman (ya, generally not down for picking on strangers publicly, privately maybe, publicly no, but this bia deserves it). I nicely let her know that, again, two kids were sitting there. The woman starts moving their belongings and rudely exclaims “Oh ya, I see kids sitting here,” as she’s rifling near the backpacks, charging phones, and purses. I’m a nice gal, the girls must have sensed I cared not to burgle them as they should not have left that stuff sitting out. As the man next to the kids’ stuff shoots me a concerned look, I tried again to say the children (yep, used that word to hopefully discourage her bullying) would be right back … cutting me off with her man-hand with badly done acrylic nails she points at me and barks (yes, in this story rhinos bark…and did I mention we’re heading to Newark??) “you need to shut your mouth.” Guess if I had lunch stuck in my adult braces maybe I’d have my undies in a twist too… Mama said alligators are ornery because…

Umm OK. I’ll just turn around in my seat. Feeling slapped, offended, and wondering what had provoked this madwoman, I thought to myself “This is not worth it, Anna, no need for more of a scene.” Other passengers also seemed confused, but clearly no one was coming to my rescue. I kept an eye on the girls’ belongings, which the woman was now hovering over like a vulture and loudly muttering to herself.

When the girls got back the woman continued to glare at the three of us, clearly thinking we were a band of mischievous youths. I whispered to the girl nearest me, in a very quiet voice, what had occurred and to check her belongings to make sure everything was accounted for. Then, in the weirdest middle-school way, the middle-aged woman loudly, and aggressively mock whispered at us, making those in earshot very uncomfortable. Then she starts to bully the girls about maturity… Umm, ya.

In an attempt to provide clarification for the very confused girls, and for my very uncomfortable fellow passengers, I firmly said in a projected voice to the girls “I understand you’re young and traveling alone. If you need any help, or need me to get assistance, just say the word.”

And then I silently prayed for that to be the end of the childishness, and that if anyone were to be ejected from the flight, let there be witness to speak up about this scene.

So as I write this, feeling witchy eyes boring holes through my ponytail from the seats behind me(too short for her to glare at the back of my head) 30K feet in the air. I hope there is nothing to update later. Fo’ realz? I was just trying to help…

To steam, or not to steam??


I couldn’t resist sharing this … Seriously? While I think this could only end in a terrible injury, I certainly won’t stop you from steaming. If anyone tries, I want to hear about it! The writer is truly hilarious and talented.


What Is Vagina Steaming? I Tried This Gwyneth-Approved Procedure And Managed To Not Burn My Crotch (But Only Barely)