I have Issues

Okay, so why do I have an issue with all these girls out here showing all this skin. Now those who have known me are probably shaking their index finger at me like "What are you talking about?" Back in the day I was known to wear a halter top or two, some short shorts, a teenie bikini, and any sexy item of the sort. Have I changed? Would I still be running around here in a halter top, if backless shirts had built in pick up trucks inside of them? Or, do I truly want to see women represent themselves in a much classier manner? Does sexy always mean more skin, and less cotton? Or is sexy in the eye of the beholder? Most women agree that we are not dressing for the man, but we are dressing for the ladies. But when you step outside in an on land bathing suit, then it sort of seems like your dressing for the man. I know, I don't want to see all of that flesh! I mean summer is around the corner, so its only going to get worst. But I really want to know if the issue is too much skin, or is Prima Donna Momma a tad bit jealous. Do I secretly wish to dress up like Nicki Minaj, and Rhianna? Or am I comfortable wearing Mommy couture? Well I'm definitely not a short shorts kind of girl anymore, my daisy duke days are definitely over. And thick legs, and a small waist do not define me. I rather leave it up to the imagination. While the young girls are saying it with the booty, I'll be saying it with a look, a flip of the hair, a cross of the leg, a wink of the eye, an that intoxicating aroma called Chanel No. 5.
Yours Truly,
Prima Donna Momma

Spring Cleaning

Spring has arrived, and now is the time to put those winter clothes away and pull out those spring trends. I love spring, because the flowers are blooming, and its the markings for something new and refreshing. I believe this can be said for people as well. Sometimes you keep that friend around, because she or he was your friend for years, and they seem impossible to be without. However, that same friend is like a moth eating away at your winter sweaters, and while you might be able to hide the hole or sew a patch its just not the same anymore. That sweater just like your relationship is not torn, and while you may love the sweater its time to move on, and get a new one. I mean you can get by wearing a sweater with a hole on the side, but not one with a hole near the heart. And sometimes tucking it away in the back closet is not the solution. Sometimes you have to move on. And though you may love the sweater, and all the good times you shared. There might actually be a bright colored cashmere cardigan just waiting to start the season off with.

Love
Prima Donna Momma

Knowing Your Worth

I have a few good girlfriends, not a lot but a few and I'm grateful. The one thing I notice about women is our strength, our courage, our beauty, and our perseverance. One thing most women do not know about themselves is their worth. I have sit back many times, and listened as women have plotted, contrived, convinced, and attempted to swindle men into marrying them. Only to be afraid that he may run off, after five good years of investment and marry the next good looking mother figure that gives him the eye. But I ask all you divas out there to turn on your diva switch, and ask yourself what am I worth? Who is the real prize? Look in the mirror, baby. You will see the prize starring back at you. That beautiful goddess in the mirror is the real investment, and when we begin to believe it he will too. I believe the best way to keep a man, is to make sure that he knows that you are the best thing he ever had, and is ever gonna get. I think I did such a good job convincing my ex-husband of how good a woman I was that he just can't leave me alone. A strong man knows a good woman when he sees her. A weak man can't handle the truth. If your constantly begging, for treasures, then your definitely doing something wrong. You have reluctantly left you man thinking he is the golden ticket when in fact, you are. A true Prima donna knows how to turn an argument in to a make out session, and a credit card bill into a beautiful piece of origami. God blessed us with beautiful minds capable of love, and caring, and male manipulation. Use God's gifts to the best of your ability. Look in that mirror and ask yourself "What am I worth?" Then answer yourself back "a new car, a new wardrobe, a new kitchen table, and maybe even a new man." But remember your the treasure. Like the good book says, ".....a man who findeth a woman finds a good thing." We are the good thing!

Where did the Ummmph Go!

Okay, so college is so ten years ago. The things that mattered then hardly matter now when your spending time working on science projects, planning family trips, and attending teacher conferences. But what happened to the ummmph. Is it just me, and the rest of the moms out there, or is it every woman. I mean I go out. You know hang out with the girls, attend a rated R movie every once in awhile. But why are some of my friends who don't have kids sounding like they need a multivitamin. I mean whats the problem, you don't have kids. The world is your oyster. You can do what you want to do, right. No responsibilities. I mean in college we shared our occasional drink or two. Whats the harm. You hold my pony tail, I'll hold yours. In the end it was all fun, and games. Now I usually spend my time keeping one of my kids from completely falling in the toilet when a stomach ache arises. So if your not dealing with that shouldn't you be living life to the fullest. Shouldn't you be happy. I mean I'm happy. At the end of the day, when I have watched my last reality show, tucked my children in, an drank one of mommies special drinks I feel like life is worth living. So am I missing something, or am I the lucky one. Have I missed the big picture? Do I have the best of both worlds? Did I lose my ummmph or am I really the lucky one? I think I might just have it all. I'm happy, I mean I'm really happy, and I'm not drunk, or high, or on meds. Let me retract one of those statements. But I am seriously happy! I didn't lose my ummmph, I let it out everytime I watch Dancing with the Stars. What the hell, I'm a diva, sexy, size beautiful, Prima Donna Momma!