Happy Valentine's Day

First, let me thank Pablo for wishing me a Happy St. Valentines Day, that was very sweet and Happy Valentine's Day to you too Pablo. Next, Happy Valentine's to all of you from Princess Girly Girl. I don't care if you're coupled up in a Valentine's fairy tale like my daughter or single like me, a girl just can't ignore Valentine's Day. A lot has been said about the high expectations the holiday brings. After all, don't all the commercials show the girl's sweetheart buying her expensive jewelry? And I'm sure there are some girls who do expect expensive gifts. But I believe there are plenty of women out there that would be happy with a simple card and a kiss.
Then there are the girls who get sad because they don't have a honey for Valentine's Day. I say, get over it. Be your own Valentine. Buy your own Valentine's gift. Love yourself!
For example, I just received my Valentine's gift to me in the mail yesterday. A belly dancing instruction video and a new digital camera. (No, I will not be taking pictures of myself belly dancing) A few years ago I got the complete collection of Sex and the City on DVD. Let me tell you it's fun to be your own Valentine. Take yourself out to dinner. In fact, invite one of your other single friends and make it a real date. The holiday is about love but that doesn't mean it has to be romantic love. Celebrate the people you love in your lives, and don't forget those furry, four legged ones that love you unconditionally. Ok, so it's Valentines Day...carpe diem!!

All About Me Weekend

Sometimes a princess just has to take time out for herself. After weeks and endless hours of work to get my business up and running, the holidays, Super Bowl parties and other assorted tasks, this princess needed some 'me' time. A new haircut, a few new clothes and an day of doing a little bit of nothing I'm feeling much more relaxed and refreshed than I have for quite some time.
It almost made up for the fact that it snowed five out of seven days last week. Almost. Did I mention I hate winter in Maine?

Blue Monday

Ah yes, the princess is blue. Her heart was broken by Giants. The football part anyway. I'm not going to complain about anything, because the team that played the best football last night won. But that doesn't mean it wasn't a huge disappointment. There's always next year right?
And there is actually more to my current blue mood anyway. It has more to do with being confused. Somehow, just when I think I know where I stand, the room starts shaking. Maybe I shouldn't let it bother me, but it does. I misinterpret a request with a suggestion. I do what I think is the right thing. I'm wrong. It was such a little thing. A small item that was obviously much bigger than I realized. I really was only trying to be kind and considerate. I wasn't blatantly disregarding a request. It was all rather confusing, and came to a startling conclusion rather suddenly. I'm shocked at the way it's all come about and yes, it's added to the blue feeling on an already blue day.

The Zombie Princess

I suppose when one has had a particularly challenging week, one should expect it to end the same way right? So why am I surprised that I'm sitting in bed, writing this blog post trying to keep myself awake for just a few more hours in order to be a well rested hostess for our SuperBowl party tomorrow. From Wednesday on, if I could make a misstep, I made it. From innocently doing the wrong thing to making a mess of things in an attempt to do the right thing. I was more than happy to see the week end last night. But of course, I have a teenage son. And last night his friends ended up hanging here. And just as I was starting to drift off, I realized I was still hearing the tell-tale sounds of Rock Band wafting up the stairs. After a quick "Wrap it up guys' that emptied the house of all but my teenager, I snuggled back under the supersoft blankets and welcomed sleep...until I heard my daughter's phone ring in the next room. And for some unknown reason, just the soft murmur was enough to keep me awake. Until 2:30 am. And her phone was the perpetrator in the crime of my 7 am wake-up call. Ok, so I couldn't sleep in, but I quickly made plans to get my errands done early and take a nap. But a comedy of errors that would make a sitcom look cheesy ended up changing those plans. By 6 pm, I felt; and I'm sure looked; like a zombie. I could feel the dark circles under my eyes. But by then it was too late to nap, and too early to sleep. After all, I don't want to wake up at 5 am on Super Bowl Sunday, only to have this same zombie feeling for the BIG game.
So here I sit, my body begging for sleep and my mind knowing I need to stay awake...just a little bit longer.