No Looking Back...

No use. No fun. No worries.

Weekdays, I'm sorry...It's not you...It's Me....but mostly you.

I just don't understand why you have to be so LONG and so...Plentiful! I mean, c'mon weekdays. Don't you want to share just a little bit with the weekend. There's only TWO of them and FIVE of you! This doesn't seem very fair, does it?

No. I didn't think so.

Its not that I don't love you, I'm just not in love with you... I know, I know, I always get a lot of things done when you're around. I make more money, I learn lots in school, but really? 5 days in a row?...

Monday? Aren't you tired of always being underappreciated? Not to be too bold, but I've heard a lot of smack going around the office about you...they all hate you, and frankly, I'm not too fond of you myself. There. I said it. So why don't you do the right thing...jump on the band wagon and call yourself Sunday2 (minus Church)...I think everyone will really start warming up to you.

Tuesday, you're cool. There's not much you can do about your unfortunate, beginning-of-the week-syndrome. You're like the unfortunate looking one in a group. Pity is your best friend.

Wednesday, you know I respect you and your hump. But lets give Saturday a chance to shine in the middle of the week. I think Thursday and Friday will appreciate my new found energy.

Thursday, let's shorten it up a bit, huh? You always seem to drone on and on and on and on. Stop talking about your aunts five cats and get yourself over with, because Friday is right behind you and talking about the raging party that's about to get started...I'm excited about that...not the cats.

Friday, you're fine. People don't expect much of me when you're around. I'm allowed to be distracted, even lazy. You end the week with a nice dinner out on the town, and really...I appreciate it. You've always been so courteous to me, taking me on dates, to the movies. We stay up late and get our party on...so I guess what I'm trying to say is, even though you're a weekday...we cool. We cool.

So, I'm sorry weekdays. If I've offended you, please let me know. I sure we can work something out. But in the mean time, consider what I said. Until then, lets just be friends, k?

My Name is Brittany...And I am addicted to shoes.

Maybe it is because my dad sells shoes for a living and I was surrounded by them since the day I was born...maybe its because growing up, he always gave me free shoes (he still does)....or maybe its just because shoes are fabulous. But I am addicted to shoes. Reptile skin, metallics, suade, heels, wedges, flats, slingbacks...oh, the list goes on...

Don't get me wrong...not ALL shoes are fabulous. Please don't tell me to go to Forever Young or Payless and find a pair of shoes that are fabulous....because I can't....because they don't exist there. I am addicted to shoes with names because let's face it, those are pretty much the only ones that count. Names like Steve, Christian, Jimmy, or Manolo (Madden, Louboutin, Choo and Blahnik, respectively). Yes, I will fork out $150 for a pair of shoes, when the knock off's are right next door. Why? Because who wants to run around in knock off Madden's? Its quality that counts, and you get what you pay for.

Now, back to my addiction. Shoes are the spice of (my) life. I have a pair for every outift, and those outfits love them. Its like playing matchmaker with your clothes! Plus, Have you ever put on a pair of Aldo shoes and NOT felt fabulous? My MOM tried on a pair of Aldos with socks on and it looked good. lol :)

I feel good in fab shoes. I can conquer the world in fab shoes. Don't let anyone tell you that you can't climb the corporate ladder in the right pair of heels...and what better way to break the glass ceiling than with a pair of stilettos.

So don't judge me just because I feel that saving for a pair of $1500 Louboutins is more important than saving for a house...because a house doesn't come with a signature red sole, now does it?

I think one of the most important things to know is that when you're happy, those around you are happy... have you ever seen some one jumping for joy when your in the gutter? I didn't think so. So lets be fair to our significant others/co-workers/friends and family. Just because you're in a foul mood doesn't mean that you have to drag them down with you...Be happy, even if its just to brighten someone else's day. You never know who might need it...

Don't worry when things don't go exactly your way.....everything will go your way one day and then you'll really have something to brag about.

Don't worry when you feel so tired you don't think you'll ever get anything done.....you'll wake up eventually and you'll get more done than you ever thought you could.

Don't worry when you feel so overwhelmed you think it might be better to just do nothing at all....you'll get it done.

Can't make it work?....Make it work.

Don't want to do it?....Just do it, you'll feel better for it.

Want to be the bigger man?....sometimes being meek is the most effective way of being BIG.

Want to have your cake and eat it too?.....eat it, because damnit, your beautiful/handsome no matter what.

Smile because it feels better than frowning.

Be happy because no one is ever called a ray of dark clouds.

Take what you got and share the wealth...knowledge doesn't benefit anyone if it is kept a secret.

People, this is Xanadu, the pleasure dome...let's keep it that way :)

Alright, yo!

So, I like to watch MTV. I mean I really, really like to watch MTV. I watch everything from The Real World, to TRL, to Girls Girls Girls! With all of this watching of MTV, I have become inspired. I'm going to become the next big rap star! Sweet right? Yeah, it is.
Anyways, I'm thinking that I'll start by going to Rap Academy (I think its a show on MTV...if its not, it should be!) I'll learn how to get straight thug with the homies....then I'm gonna go Eminem style and totally go to rap-offs in the 'hood. Yeah, that's what I'll do.
And my husband totally supports me in all this...In fact, just the other day he started sporting a doo-rag, just like mine!
Man, this is going to be great. I think my street name should be something like B-Ice, or B-White, or Vanilla-B....There! That's the one...Vanilla-B....sweet.
The only problem is that Rap Academy is going to set me back about $2,000...donations will be warmly welcomed...