Fake Guitar

similar to air guitar only you have the instrument but even less the ability to play

but when I am on top of the world, only one thing can help me scream my elation

and that is me strumming my guitar

only its different this time
because
after the world wind romance I just experienced

I realize anything is possible

including me finally learning how to play my Black Betty properly.


Blondes suddenly hear music everywhere!!

I Love Austin

but I am a big city girl!!

Dallas will soon be my new second home or maybe my first (time will tell where I hang longer but I think I know), cross my fingers and hope I don't screw anything up.

I would like to be less superficial and say my move is based solely on the thought of falling in love with a man but baby, the Galleria stole my heart first.

I was like a big kid in a new candy store. I wanted everything!!

Its a good thing I cut up my cards, long before this shopping spree, because I would have been in serious debt denial just for the boots and handbags alone.

The decedant ecenomic stimulation that was going on between my wallet and the Armani store would leave Palin in the dust with her GOP lending closet.

I am a slut for clothes. It is my crack. My addiction to style and looking good fed by every wonderful inch of the Galleria has fed my need that I can not leave it, not even if you promised me speed bumps in Westlake to stop the Bambi roadkill I have endured on a weekly basis.

I love you Austin, I truly do but you lack two things I truly need right now...

The love of a good man...

and the love of every salesperson in the designer stores in the Galleria.


The Blonde is finding her place in this world!!

Byting off More than I can Chew

...and as I rarely post on a weekend, this is quite a treat for you!!

Yes, I am a bit cocky this morning.

I had a few good date nights this week which I totally needed before my self esteem goes down the tube. I just can't seem to close a deal over the tele-cellie these days.

As you all know, I hate the phone, hate talking in it with a passion. I am much better in the flesh...

Having to get to know someone over the cellie is silly, it can't be done properly.
I think the gents believe I am not interested in what they have to say, but I am,very much so. But I want to see them face to face so I can ask questions, lean in on extremely interesting stories, flirt with their eyes when there is a lull in conversation, show him how excited I am about being with him...

You can't do any of these things over the wire!!

I have been through more virtual men than Neo in the Matrix that when the real ones are finally sitting in front of me they are totally gold, the holy grail...because the reality is I hate internet dating!!

It seems most of the dating occurs over the internet and after a couple of replies you break up silently and without warning and never meeting. Its tiring and time consuming and I can just as easily pick someone up in a grocery store, a bar, or waiting on the curb at the airport.

I don't know if its easier to find a real relationship or its just easier not to try to make one work because you have a virtual catalog of new avatars to date.

The Blonde needs a gigabit of a break!!

City of Angels

For everyone that is about to turn cynical on dating...

Take a deep breath...

Exhale...

and fall!!

And even if you only get to experience the rush of chemistry for only one night...

Embrace it without a second thought to longevity.

Afterall, its not how long you can love someone but how much you can love them
with the time you have!!

Get your mind out of the gutter!!!

The Blonde didn't say 'make love' to them!!

November 16th

VS

Blondes hate an ass!!

Stopped at the Airport

A couple of weeks ago when I was volunteering for the Film Festival, I was standing outside the airport waiting to pick up Greg Daniels, producer of "The Office", when a hot guy in a silver Porsche drove up and stopped along side of me.

"Are you here to get me?"

"Are you with the film festival?"

"No"

"Good, you have a better ride anyway."

"I really just wanted to say hi to a pretty girl."

"You should be even bolder and ask the pretty girl for her number."

"What's your number?"

"Oh, I don't give my number out to strangers."

"Oh."

"But for you I will make an exception."

So, I gave him my number and he drove off. I heard from him last week and we have a date for First Thursday in SOCO tonight. I picked the deck of Mars to start and then we can stroll the shops for a bit.

If it goes badly, you will hear about it.

If it goes well, you will hear about the shopping!!


Blondes don't kiss and tell!!

Political Hoopla

is over, at least for me. I am exhausted and tired of hearing about it.
I actually did not vote because I would not vote against my party. I just didn't want my party to win. I am one of those disillusioned voters.

To celebrate the end of the idiocy error ( I meant era), I went shopping yesterday to help out the economy.

It is the least I can do.

I decided to go wickedly sexy this season.

I have been watching Housewives of Atlanta and something just made me want to kick up my game again. I love Kim and her style is like mine, although I lack the double D transplants, I have a better butt.

Anyhoo,

I am also stepping up my game because I am back on the internet dating trail and nothing makes my day more than when I walk into the bar at the Four Seasons or Driskell and watch the man's chin drop.

And yes, you will have the first edition of all failed dates..not that I have had many lately but I will see what I can drum up for you.

I know you love it when the Blonde suffers!!

Now just because I look good doesn't mean I am going to rev up his chemistry meter for me.
But I have gotten good at knowing who will work and who will not after a few emails. So far my track record has been very good.

While Blondes tend to get along with everyone, we know there are a few that just won't go beyond a first meet and so why bother.

First, if the man wants to have coffee for the first meet I tend to stop the communicado. Coffee houses are cheap and the conversation gets pretentious. Also, I am not into speed dating and really how much coffee can you drink.

Second, is the man who likes kayaking. I am not a granola girl. I will go camping only if its on the balcony of a luxury hotel suite. I like to hike, after all its basically just walking without shops around, but camping, fishing, kayaking...that is for the blue, not the pink.

Third is the man who likes writing. I am not a pen pal and having to foster a relationship through writing seems silly to me. I usually limit my emails to 3 or 4 back and forths otherwise you end up with men that really aren't interested in much more then passing the day away out of boredom. These men are usually out of state.

Which is a shame because I found I like more men out of state than the ones in state and I am not at all above relocating to a coastal destination. But I just get tired of trying to dazzle so many with my writing skills.
My creative energy is getting zapped.
Having to be clever all the time tends to tire me to the point of not finishing the writing that actually pays.

Needless to say, I need to settle upon a boyfriend fairly soon before I lose all my writing skills. And there isn't much of that skill to spare, according to the grammar natzi!!


Blondes are not made to jump through hoops!!

Yes You Did

CONGRATS OBAMA!!!


You can't blame whitey no mo!!!

Unfortunately, you still have rednecks and ultra church going conservative haters that were offensive and vulgar toward last night's winner.


Hopefully we can change them too!!


The Blonde says yes we can!!

I would Vote

but I don't want to miss the election on television.


The Blonde says go out and vote for me!!

Attempted Murder

My Mother who takes great pleasure in trying to kill me, over andover again!

I am busy pecking away on the computer, trying to finish the revisions to my book, and Mother comes hopping in from her garden and lays down a flat basket filled with garden goodies including a very smelly batch of chives on the desk right next to me and left the room.
I have no idea why other than she wants to kill me but doesn't actually want to witness it.

Immediately, I began to wheeze and gasp for air!!

"Mother, can you take your weeds off the desk please.
This is the library not the kitchen."

"Mother!"

"Mu--gasp, gasp!!"


Blondes need to watch other Blondes like a hawk!!

Congrats Texas Tech!!!!

I held my Breathe the entire last 2 minutes!!!

With one second left to go and a very most awesome pass and catch...you reminded me of my precious Redskins!!!

Blondes feel bad for the Longhorns...NOT!!!!

Trick or Treat

I was hanging my head at my friend's lake house this weekend. We meant to shut the gate before the trick-or-treaters began to march around the neighborhoodin seaerch of candy, but we forgot.

Two little 5 year olds came up the driveway.

While I was digging in my purse for some dollar bills, my freind answered the door. He just placed his hand in their bag and thumped the side of it to make the sound of candy dropping.
The children were too young to call him out on this deception but they knew something was up.

In their innocent little voices they said, "What was that?"

My friend said, "Invisible candy. Don't tell anyone!!"

Once they left and we closed the gate, we both laughed.

I said, "Your lucky they weren't six or they would have made you prove it."

He said, "I am glad they weren't eight or they would have burned the house down if I couldn't prove it."


Blondes love Halloween!!!