idea

So somewhere around 2008/2009 I had this idea to write a book.
Somewhere around 2010 I thought id be a gazillionaire on a book tour and showing kathie lee and that other taalking head how to put a bone to good use all while helping other recession troubled folks.
I wrote a savvy business plan. I cooked. I wrote. I researched. I chatted up my project to anyone that would sit long enough to hear about it.I developed media networking sites. Started this blog.watched Julie and Julia. I wrote some more.
Ive had a few "businessmen" offer help and wisdom, which essentially means...keep working, ill put you in touch with my people and you will give me a large cut or lemme touch your boobies.needless to say, age and experience has taught me well. This is my idea,my project,my inspiration - while a savvy person would never decline connections or opportunities, compromising my constitution is not an option.ive seen lifetime movies for women...kick rocks.
anyway, its Jan 2012 and I'm not a gazillionaire. Yet.the book is nowhere near done. Life has gotten in the way. It frustrates me.sometimes the creative well is dry. It frustrates me. The pressure I put on myself to have it completed on that presumptuous imaginary timeline, was/is stagnating. It frustrates me. Even so, if all scenarios had been ideal and all the cards fell into place and I had completed this in 2010 -it would have been complete hokey, hallmark poetesque, Sappy garbage.
I would've had to move and change my name...it wasn't that bad...but it wasn't that good either.

I just finished the egg chapter; for the third time.

I read, that Roy Kroc, the mcdonalds founder, was in his late 40s when he began that restaurant...he had an idea...its all good

the good detergent

As much as I preach about using what you have and what's available, I am a bit of a snob sometimes about my food.

I don't buy food that I don't recognize...and I don't mean jicamas or staar fruit; I mean 'zannys pickles " or "that's usin' your noodle noodles" from the dollar store. Occasionally, even a stores own brand can look weird to me. I guess it reminiscent of 'generic labels' that were just black and white mystery cans/boxes that read, "pasta rings", "fruity hoopty" or "tissue paper". I suppose I am that marketing demographic that responds just as designed to floors,labels and jingles.

Additionally, the more knowledgeable ibecome on food labelling, I want my product to include a website or a 1-800# if I am so.inclined to inquirer further...
Especially when I am sipping a Dr. Thunder

blond or red

So I saw a picture of myself tonight when my hair was blond...not the bleached experiment...just the ol' visit the salon every 6-8 weeks high lite. I sometimes miss it. Not the maintenance, just the look.

I wouldn't say I had more fun as a blond.
I think if I had no hair we'd have fun. I think blond exudes an understood charm, the way you expectvevery Southerner to offer sweet tea and biscuits. Also, an outdoorsy all Americanesque who's up for an adventure feel.approachable. non threatening.

Now, I'm a dark redhead. Red is my natural colr although age, ahem, has made it on the mousier side, i experiment anywhere from medium red to chestnut auburn to Burgundy. My dominant. Irish background and fair skin compliments the red(s) and the curly,copious voluminous is like a Celtic freak side show...
Ive been harassed more often for my natural look than there are blond jokes. Harassed more often than as a blond - and yeah, sometimes it's sexually charged but more often just rude.
Yes its all mine.
I will never dread it, thankyou...love my dreddy friends...just not for me.
They're not extensions.
To the best of my knowledge,my family didn't own slaves and great great great gpa
ppy was not fucking the help behind the shed.(I'm not making that up.)

yes, redheads are wild and quite talented at many things.
yes, I have a temper but I'm not a landmine - I'm human.

And lastly, any woman, anywhere, will always, to the best of her abilities make sure that the drapes compliment the carpet.