Love At First Sight

I think I’m in love!  It was instant, so I didn’t even see it coming.  I’ve heard about these kinds of things.  People have told me about them, but I didn’t believe a word of it. I mean, who can possibly fall in love so quickly?  I always rolled my eyes whenever I heard my girlfriends talk about the stories of “love at first sight.” I thought they over-exaggerated.  Maybe I was a cynic, but I couldn’t wrap my head around the idea . . . that is until it happened to me today!

There I was, minding my own business, going about my day as any other, just an ordinary Wednesday when something caught my eye from across the room. I couldn’t stop staring.  Beautiful doesn’t even begin to describe it! I found myself lost in a sea of blue and I couldn’t look away. So elegant, so attractive, so sexy!  I could feel my cheeks burning with desire. I was drawn to the magnetic force between us and I hoped the feeling was mutual. My hands were twitching, desperate to feel and touch every inch, convinced that if I did, it would send electrical impulses running through my entire body. As if my legs had a mind of their own, I walked over and I could feel my throat constrict. Finally, we were face-to-face and all I could think of was the moment when we could be alone . . . in my bedroom.  I didn’t care what I had to do to make it happen. The only thing I cared about was that it did. And I knew  . . . right then and there  . . . that nothing else mattered, but being with each other.    

I never believed in “love at first sight” until today. Today, I’m a changed woman.



Snow Day!

Normally, I wake up on a Monday morning, dragging myself out of bed and begging for the sweet caffeine hit from my first cup of coffee. But this morning, I didn’t need to drag and I didn’t need my coffee. Instead, I jumped out of bed, practically giddy with excitement! Why? No, I didn’t hit the lotto (don’t I wish!) And no, I have not finally lost my mind (although I’ve come close several times in my life). I’m happy because it’s going to snow today…and not just a few snowflakes, but a big old blizzard. Yay!

Now, before you think I’m crazy, let me explain: There is a reason for my madness. You see, a big snow storm means no work. It means staying in my pajamas. It means putting aside all of my “adult” responsibilities and simply enjoying the day with nowhere to go. And I know exactly what I plan to do with those endless hours where I will have nowhere to go. I will sit in my favorite comfy chair and read books. I will park myself in front of my television set and watch a marathon of movies! I will gorge on junk food and not care about calories (I’m pretty sure there is a rule against calorie counting during snow days!) I will feel just like a little kid again and act like one too. Maybe, I’ll even bundle myself up and head outdoors to build myself a snowman or go sledding down a hill.

The point is that for a day or two, I will be able to step back from my harried, rushed life and enjoy the peaceful stillness that a storm like this brings. Such days don’t come around often, so I plan to enjoy them as much as I can because I’ll soon enough be back to dragging myself out of bed and begging for caffeine and cursing the fact that I have to shovel a mountain of snow off my driveway to get to work!

Happy Monday!


Throwback Thursday Chick Lit Book Review: Bridget Jones’s Diary by Helen Fielding

Its no secret to anyone who reads this blog that I am a big fan of romantic comedies and anything Jane Austen. And so, when Helen Felding wrote Bridget Joness DiaryI was ecstatic because it combined my two great loves into one fabulous book.

What is there to say about this book that hasnt been said before. First of all, Bridget is absolutely LOVABLE. From the first few lines of the book, I immediately saw myself in Bridget.  Who hasnt struggled with weight issues, the insecurities of being single and the anxiety of finding true love?  Bridget is brutally honest and very perceptive, but most importantly, she doesnt take herself too seriously and she tries her best to enjoy life (even when that life has a few surprises for her along the way!)  Her diary entries are so hysterical-but in a good way-that by the end of the book, I saw myself  hurrying to the nearest stationary store to buy my own diary!

And I havent even talked about the best part of the book (or should I say the best man in this book).  Daniel Cleaver is the quintessential bad boy. You know Bridget should stay away from him.  You know hes up to no-good, and yet you cant help but secretly, deep down inside, root for him a little bit.  And then theres Mark Darcy. I sigh every time I say his name.  He comes across as haughty and aloof and very stuck-up (sounds familiar, Jane Austen?).  He wears ridiculous sweaters and he is very reserved.  And yet, we love him.  Why?  Because hes Darcy.  Hes loving and chivalrous.  Hes the knight in shining armor that comes to Bridgets rescue more than once.

So, even though I have long since become a Smug Married, I can still pick up this book and read it over and over again; and laugh.  How can you not with diary entries such as: I will not fall for any of the following: alcoholics, workaholics, commitment phobics, people with girlfriends or wives, misogynists, megalomaniacs, chauvinists, emotional fuckwits or freeloaders, perverts.