Diva Daze 3


Ok so yesterday was the 4th of July, big bang boom!!!     As a kid this was one of my most favorite days of the year.    The day you get to play with matches!!!  Oh yeah, back in the good old days you were able to leave your kids outside, unattended all day if need be.   My mom NEEDED it to be!!     I am the last of many and there is a mighty gap from the oldest to the youngest, and YES it does make a difference.   The difference was I was able to get away with everything!!

They got lucky, though, as I was a tom boy NOT a girly girl.   So lets just say my interest in boys was on a more dangerous level.   You know stuff like who can ride their bike the fastest off a cliff, who can dodge rocks the longest, and the most important one ( to me), who can get the most fireworks for the 4th of July.

I always had the ever dangerous Snakes, Sparklers and poppers.   But one year , I think I was about 10, I was allowed to get the real thing, FIRECRACKERS!!!    Now I know what all you people are saying , “yea but they were harmless”.   The ones we had in 1975 were not harmless, they were the real finger taking deal!!!    They were like Gold to me.   I would get a pack of 50 but only do 25 so that I could save some for special sneaky moments all through the year.   Those moments were SO worth the “Go to your room, and don’t come out until I say you can”    As the years went on I continued my fascination with the firecracker until I got a little cocky and almost blew my finger off ( well not really, it was a little black at the tip) and decided that day that bottle rockets were safer!  Yep those were a lot safer, as long as you aim them correctly ( yea  right I was 12) and make sure your parents car windows are up!!    So, long story short this was my last year of unsupervised match usage.

Now after all these years I still love fireworks, just not doing them myself.    The bigger boom the better!

Have a good Daze …………..

Diva Daze 2


Ok All you Stay At Home divas, this one is for you!

Any one else have a complaining husband?  I have one that comes home most nights and states ” what did you do all day!”   After I count to ten, I calmly list off  all the wifely duties I did that day.    Now in my head I’m thinking he should be able to SEE what I have been doing all day and say something more like ” wow the house looks awesome”, or” this dinner is perfect, you sure must have spent a long time shopping and preparing this meal”.  I don’t ask him what he does all day, I see the money every 2 weeks I know he’s working.

So, I made a decision, maybe a bad one, that if he asked me again, the next day I was going to show him what I did do all day.

I Didn’t get him his morning coffee AND water, after I didn’t wake him up, whoops!   Yea, this is SO what I do every morning!!!!!
I unmade all the beds
Didn’t do the laundry
Left all the breakfast dishes in the sink
Didn’t let the dog out ( not my brightest idea)
Didn’t make dinner
Didn’t answer any of his 100 texts or calls
Didn’t pick up items on his “wifey do list”
Didn’t shave my legs ( now this one kinda hurt me not him)
Didn’t work out ( ok, see comment above!!!)
Ect, ect………………………….

Ok I think everyone’s got the gist.   I did absolutely nothing, I sat around and ate BON BONS!!!!    I will tell ya, it is not as fun as it sounds!
I know you are all thinking I just made double the work for myself and you would be right.    This  particular idea will not be put into action again any time soon but my husband will know what I didn’t do all day!!

So, 8.5 hours later my husband came home took one look at the sad state of the house, calmly counted to ten and took out his wallet and handed me some cash.    I quickly picked up the phone called my girls and set up my day of pampering, hair ( cut AND color, of course), mani and pedi!!!

Have a good Daze……….

Diva Daze 1



While I was working out , and sweating my ass off, I started to think about all the other women out there

just like me.   Woman who are working hard to keep up with the Jones’s and NOT doing a very good job!!

What the heck does that mean anyway, and who are the Jones’s?   Why do we care?   Well first of all we care because we love

to feel pretty and want others to see us that way.   In the DAZE to come I will hopefully be able to put a funny spin on my NOT so

Diva life and help others connect with their inner self so that we all can have a little piece of the Diva pie.

So stay tuned in and keep coming back you never know what difference the Daze of the Diva can make…………….