Bombastic Bombshells (for lack of a better title)

Boo! Back by semi-popular demand Barbie has decided to grace this massive cyberspace with her awesome presence once again. Some people get curious as to how i can seem to completely vanish hocus pocus style. Simply put I am ellusive. I am also spontaneous to boot.

Really I have no sage wisdom for anyone this post. I have been nothing short of introspective these past couple of days. And sometimes revelations occur in the strangest of venues. Take for example a fun-filled Hooters excursion. The establishment is decked in Christmas lights year round. This always makes me think of those rednecks who believe it's classy to have a blinking red light above their front porch. The room is filled to the brim with stool-seated wooden tables. Each end has a TV with some sort of sporting event blaring across the screen. Then of course there are the main attraction. Women dressed in low-cut tight shirts, booty shorts, and tights. One can't help but check out the cleavage that some of these girls create. Some almost resemble actual butt cracks. The kind one would see from a plummer wearing loose pants with no belt. Don't get me wrong I appreciate the female form and how beautiful we are being that I am a member of the vehicular sex, but sometimes bigger is not better. (Unless you are referring to certain "tools" that can cause some squealing in delight.)

Anywho I think I totally digressed. A Hooters trip is a good time and not usually the place for some cosmic knowledge. Then again alcohol is a great inducer for letting your subconscious run a-muk. Everytime Barbie drinks she tends to let herself go. And I don't mean in some crazy dramatic way. I mean that alcohol frees her to be who she is without truly thinking about the reprocussions of her actions and words. Case in point the whole blog I wrote on fat bitches. That was all i ever wanted to say which came out in a drunken state.

Barbie's introspection at Hooter's was more of a deja-vois type montage of what had gone wrong in her life. The failed relationships, failed goals, unmet dreams. Somehow despite all the negative feelings that surfaced none of it seemed to matter anymore. Sometimes it's hard to face the past and we regress it for as long as we can to help the pain stay away. But the true lessons in life are painful. Barbie knows that she can sit here and own up to her mistakes. I'm not running from anything anymore. My solutions have been to run as soon as something gets rough. And I would run in different ways. If I was getting too close to someone I'd back off and get closer to someone else. If I was unhappy I'd "poof" from reality for a while. While at Hooter's beneath the horney undertoe... there was some peace that came. And it came in knowing that I'm living life the best that I can live it. I don't need to have some amazing plan, because in the end I know whatever I do will work itself out. And that to me is peace enough.

I titled this bombastic bombshells because my lady friend and I were quite the lookers that night. We did in fact get offered some drinks. And that my friends is why no matter what the emotional termoil at any given time I love being a woman!


"I'm a Redneck woman... and I say "Hey Yall and YeeHaw!!!!" - Gretchen Myers

A B C's and School Boys

What's happening in the Blog world? It's probably going just as good as ever. A post here and there to make life more interesting. I had a realization in the Hot Tub the other night. While I am certainly graduated and done with school in the educational sense I can not escape "Middle School Mentality."

And no I don't mean from me. I have matured to act my early twenty age. I am writing about all the boys that make me feel like I am digressing into that truly awkward phase of puberty.

*Middle School and You*

The other night I went to a friends house to watch some college football. As one can assume most of the party-goers were guys. I was one of three women. This did not bother me as I have always gotten along well with guys. I have many guy likes. My lady and I had decided to wear bathing suits to the party as we knew we could drink in the hot tub. When we got to the house everyone seemed super quiet. The kind of quiet that comes from nerves.

Picture this... You are about 12 years old. You have just showed up to a co-ed dance. You have waited all week to see your crush. The gym is decorated in cheap balloons and streamers. In the front of the room is a table. This table has a bowl of disgustingly watered-down fruit punch. Next to that is a bag of chips. On one side of the room a bunch of girls are giggling and dancing. On the other side are the boys standing staring at the girls. The whole night is a bust because no one really has the guts to mingle with the opposite sex.

Instead of embracing the differences we shy away from them. And just like that dance every day in class the same thing happens. The boys are too shy to actually make some sort of move.

So now my lady and I are actually in the Hot Tub chit-chatting and drinking. All the boys at the party are fixated on the TV and their football. Or so they want us to think. Eventually they all create excuses to come outside. They grab chairs and proceed to talk to each other in front of us. Only one of them joins our conversation. I don't feel like I should be an intimidating woman. It just seems that a lot of my problems occur because of attraction.

This is highly frustrating. I just want a man to understand that I am here to talk, and that maybe I am a pretty person outside, but most importantly inside.

These days I feel that some men need to step it up. The scenario that I created earlier. Someone needs to break the trend. It just takes one brave soul to be an example to everyone else!!!!



"Back to school. Back to school, to prove to Dad that I'm not a fool. I got my lunch packed up, my boots tied tight, I hope I don't get in a fight. Ohhhh, back to school. Back to school. Back to school. Well, here goes nothing." Billy Madison