Men,Men,Men...life's favourite curve ball

So, i had a reaaallly hectic weekend...basically distracted from my goals by a gorgeous...man ;-)!!

we love 'em then we love to hate 'em..truth is we CAN do without them(i can picture some dolls cringing at the thot of being manless) oh... by the way, hallo dolls!!(my manners went out with my lunch)

I was speaking on life(nasty female that we love)in my last post and i realized that men are one of life's nastiest balls.. er sorry CURVE balls. how- you might ask?(some dolls would probably roll their heavily mascaraed eyes and say just get on wiv it!!) well, imagine giving yourself totally to a man , you get married and believe that your life is in the best place ever and can only get better from there... it does for a while. Then he becomes a different person almost overnight,(cos most times we chics are oblivious to changes except those on our thighs and tummies)gets a cuter 'lady' on the side and wakes up on morning and throws the huge ball in your face with these words...'i want a divorce'(or 'its over'..(feel free to replace with your fav line). Major curveball!!

so what's a diva to do when she hears these words?? because if you've ever been in that situation, you'll agree with me that life, as you knew it, is officially over.Your confidence in your fabulosity is shattered(depending on how much of your soul you opened up to the worm!), faith is men is gone and nothing seems worth the bother-even work! Well, in that situation it is totally impossible to see how it can be a blessing.The best thing you can do ....cry a river then party like its 1999 and the millennium bug is gonna cause Armageddon!!!! Cos doll, NOBODY can love you better than you love yourself.(Word!! i feel like a preacher...in my kooky mind :-(   )

So divas, no matter what ball life throws in your face, there will always be a better tomorrow-translation-a more handsome, sexier, six-pack-tight, sexier-eyes -to drown- in,lips to die for(and he's gonna kiss you till you melt) guy. think a black, cleaner capt jack sparrow(if thats your type) or a  mc dreamy, mc steamy or.. uuu, uuu, uuu i know!! Enrique inglesias!!!!! Sigh!!!  (please bear with me as i drift away on a fluffy cloud with enrrrique( isnt that just a sexy name?)

later dolls!!!!!

be as rare as a flawless pink diamond!!

Life and its balls

Life, they say, loves to throw curve balls at us..they being me and us being females, which makes life female cos she/it's so temperamental and loves to throw hissy fits for no reason. Most times we tend to be unaware and get hit smack in the face,then spend eons struggling to get back to where we were before getting hit.Sometimes we are alert and duck...just in time.(in that case we're safe...for a while at least) it's the times when we cant see them coming and get smacked that I'm interested in.

Getting hit isn't the problem as long as it's not by a guy...sorry i digress.It's getting up that is. Do we really have to get back to where we were? wouldn't it be easier to just take off in a completely new direction and get that excitement about life back into us(despite the fact that she threw balls at us)? could the change or sudden devastation or turmoil not be to our benefit?(please note that the loss of loved ones can never be easy to bear and thus do not count in this post). Sometimes a door closes us off from a place we loved to be in and then a window opens us up to a place beyond our expectation...only if we are willing to let go of the closed door.

Life's curve balls are a way of keeping us in motion cos we as women tend to get complacent when things are fine and we never notice the subtle changes that go on around us in our families. A fine example would be....men...husbands to be precise. Oh well, getting started on this always makes me hungry, besides it's another topic entirely.so i'll be back tomorrow to finish it off. Right now, this doll has got to get dolled up cos its FRIDAY and bright lights are calling!!!
Later dolls!! xoxo