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That’s a Hard No!

In the Fifty Shades book/movie, Ana and Christian go thru a rather interesting and somewhat disturbing list  of various items that does not warrant further discussion here.  That being said, after reading the food list from the nutritionist, I have my own list of hard no's: Raw mushrooms is a Hard No! Plain Greek yogurt by any brand in any container is a Hard No! Celery with whipped cream cheese is not only a Hard No!, but just disgusting. The cream…

Who is your Christian Grey?

Who is your Christian Grey? Mine is dark and complicated.  He is intense and at the same time, soft and gentle.  He is 50 shades of mess but my inner goddess does not care.  Either does the inner goddesses of the other 100 million people who read the trilogy. I had a face and body in my mind as I read those 1000 pages.  I thought about his eyes, the way the pants fell on his hips and that kiss…

Darn you, Criminal Minds

I have always been a bit of a paranoid person.  I don't walk the dog alone at night, I sleep with 100 night lights in the house and the alarm is set to stun and kill.   I bring brownies to the local police when my husband travels and I need an extra bit of comfort with a late night drive by.  Criminal Minds has heightened my fears and I look at all people, vehicles and buildings as crime scenes waiting…

Women all over the world may be sighing….

...well at least some of us are.  Headlining the morning news:  the original leading man cast for Christian Grey, Charlie Hunnam, is out!  Can I get a big WAHOO?? I never saw him as the deep, dark sexy eyed guy who controlled, loved and lusted after the young Anastasia Steele.  Christian is literally tall, dark (in many respects) and handsome. My vote is for Matt Bomer. He is Mr. Sexy-Pants and as I told Judy tonight at the gym, he…

I have a confession to make

Come in a little closer; that's better. (ladies, you will get this) I am somewhat embarrassed to admit this but I have re-read the entire Fifty Shades trilogy in the span of about 9 days.  There.  I said it aloud (in writing) and it feels cathartic. My husband must have been wondering why he continued to see my clutching that Kindle until after midnight and finding it laying around outside near the hammock or on the deck.  Now you know Ants. But,…