All right, I never do contests but I’m determined to win this one, because as Kanye said, “Madge is the best single mom of all time… all time!” (drops mic) What does winning this contest mean? Nothing really. But it will pimp my blog out and more people will see it and hopefully I will
I must say I have had several different attempts at re-inventing myself in the last, well… 47 years. I was going to say during this whole 12 years post divorce thing, but really thinking about it, I’ve spent my whole life trying to find the real Madge. Well to begin with there was the whole
I have below a little commentary on this stupid ass phenomenon called the Harlem Shake. Harlem is an historically black section of New York City. Harlem Renaissance (look it up), Harlem Globetrotters… yea, ya’ get it? The Harlem shake was actually a dance started by young kids in Harlem, who mostly happened to be black.
So I got some emails regarding my high school reunions this week. Wait, do I tell you what number? Oy I don’t really care but sometimes these younger little cretins will tune you out if you say you are “older”. Well, hey ya’ little douchecopters it’s my 30th high school reunion and I f-in’ rock!
Remember in elementary school how you’d buy (or rather your mother would buy) that box of small little Valentine’s Day cards and you would fill out each one with a name of a classmate and then sign your name? Remember how you would carefully choose the coolest, cutest, favoritest character ones? Then if you waited
Who gives a shit about Valentine’s Day? Well, really a lot of people do. And I would say 50% of those “people” are women. 10% are men who fear they will never hear the end of it if they don’t do something spectacular for their woman. 10% are men who just met a woman and
Simple question today… If you are a parent, who should pay for college? As you all know I have a son who is a Freshman at NYU. Luckily he is wicked smart and got lots of scholarships. The leftover is paid with loans. Loans that he will pay after he gets out of school and
I just stopped at ye olde gas station – convenience store combo. I needed a Starbucks Mocha Frappuccino and CVS wasn’t open yet. A woman has needs. Anyway, I had just dropped my girls off at school and I was decked out in my finest pajama bottoms, Uggs, Columbia jacket and top knot on my