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Hot Flash Friday-Oops, Tuesday – What’s a Skong????

HFF is when I round-up the week in my world and bring you fun things me and my wacky friends did last week (sorry I am a little late).  So I hereby dub today Better Late Than Never Because I Was Out of Town and It’s Hard to Post from a Smartphone Tuesday…


I visited one of my college BFF’s last week in Los Angeles. Many of you know I’m married to and airline pilot solely for the travel benefits. Hey, 25 plus years of free flights is worth the hassle of him wearing polyester uniforms, ugly underwear and t-shirts he has saved since high school.

So Live from Burbank! I scooted out here to review a Jason Bateman movie for Midlife Boulevard, shopped vintage studio clothing in Burbank, drank margaritas overlooking the LA Equestrian Center with a Willie Nelson impersonator while listening to the Swinging Armani Brothers, met an eccentric British owner of a thrift and prop shop that had an S&M Barbie and Ken (really)on display and a spinning globe hanging from the ceiling with aliens decorated in Santa hats. This place is way cool for a cracked southern suburban belle like me. I love finding out that there are way more crazies out there than me.

My girl friend out here has her own company that funds documentaries and raises money for green projects. When I arrived on Wednesday, she had just finished teaching a yoga class at the Hollywood Senior Center that was filled with fun retired gals and guys from the industry. That is just totally too cool in my book. Oh, and her hubs used to be an alien on Star Trek Next Generation and she knows some really fun peeps.

Does YOUR Husband have a bubblegum card???
Does YOUR Husband have a bubblegum card???

My sister from another mister – Menopausal Mom featured my post Love Me, Love My Cheeseburger on her Wacky Wednesday series. Check me out and definitely check her out too-she is amazingly funny and has been featured on some of the biggest humor sites out there.

Menopausal Mother

I am really upset at my favorite mind-numbing reality show, The Bachelor. I was like a teenage girl so giddy about Juan Pablo and come to find out that he is OBVIOUSLY in this for the notoriety, not for zee loooovvvee. Anyway, we still watch it because anything to drag us out of reality for two hours is great and so I offer you the stupid reasons why we watch it.

On Friday, we ventured to the Venice beach area – I was able to whip out my phone and snap some crazy! Will be loading to my Instagram -follow me @hellomap!


The Olympics started this weekend and I will be covered up in blankets excited about watching skiing, skating and curling for 14 days. Because it’s the ONLY time I ever care about skiing, skating and curling. Poor Bob Costas, looks like the sheets in the hotel rooms are not doing his eyes any favors.


And RANT coming:  Look, I am as progressive and wild as the next person but some of these ladies in figure skating are going down the Victoria’s Secret road and those costumes are starting to sport what I call skongs (skating thongs). I am sorry, but this mom would not let her teen go all butt-cheek on an international stage. It’s really hard to skate to Tchaikovsky with half your heinie hanging out.


Just saying.

Oh, and our snow it back here in Atlanta. The Mayor and Gubner are all over the TV having CYA news conferences preparing for the second round of #Clusterflake2014.

Bless their hearts.


The Top 14 Reasons We Watch The Bachelor


We gather around our televisions on Monday night with our smart phones or smart pads at the ready. Ready to toss out a comment, snarky or otherwise about a show that has a huge female audience watching other females ‘looking for love’.

Why do we watch it?

Why do we tweet, Facebook, and blog about it?

Why do we have such an obsession with who he or she ends up with, and if they going to make it?

It’s like watching a train wreck. The tears, the trips, the INCREDULOUS comments from 20 somethings saying they are in love with someone they have spent a total 20 minutes with after copious amounts of alcohol.
Although I remember MY twenties and we won’t go there…

So I was thinking last night about why we watch, and here it is:

The top 14 reasons we are addicted to The Bachelor

1. We love the first episode with everyone getting out of the limo. This is truly judgment time. It gets serious. We sit on our couches with our wine and popcorn and hoot and hollar at the girls arriving ( all liquored up too!)–it’s armchair quarterbacking for us girls!

2. Why is a guy/girl that looks like THAT on TV looking for a mate? Okay, that’s a rhetorical question – they want a spot on DWTS, a Star Magazine cover story and their own line of deodorant

3. Because the guy could have no teeth, a third nipple, an extra thumb and a hairy back and the girls would still be saying through their tears “But I thought we had a connection!”

4. Alcohol. Lots and lots of it.

5. The Epic Ugly Cry. It’s part of the audition, I’m sure of it


6. Swanky hotels. Room service, maid service, bar service. Come on people-just a week of that would be all I needed to find a connection with Pee Wee Herman.

7. Travel. All expense paid travel,exotic locale travel. I mean, who wouldn’t like making out with someone in a straw hut in Tahiti. You wouldn’t even have to get me drunk to do that if I were in a straw hut in Tahiti. Even with back-hair dude.

8. The Fantasy Suite-will they or won’t they? More kissing and connecting. Um, yeah, connecting. I can guarantee they’ll probably connect a couple of times after all of that expensive champagne


9. Hot tubs.

9a. Abs. Lots of them.

10. This is our Soap Opera. This show is The Young and The Restless with (kinda sorta) real people getting their hearts broken. We can relate to that. There’s always a stalker, a psycho, a randy divorcee, a beauty queen, an epic bitch, an ugly crier, and more. All they need is an amnesiac, evil twin and a kidnapped baby and we’d have ourselves a great soap!

11. It also proves that just because someone went to grad school doesn’t mean they have the best judgement .

12. We love to read the hilarious tweets and Facebook posts about the show. We even contribute our own! Check out the author Jennifer Weiner on Twitter. Make sure you haven’t had a sip of anything when you read her tweets because it will end up on your screen- she is so funny.

13.  The thought of kissing someone who has been kissing 20 other people totally skeeves us out. There’s not enough Listerine in those girl’s bathrooms to kill what’s probably going around.

14. And that final moment when Captain Obvious Chris Harrison ALWAYS says, “Ladies, it’s the Final Rose”

So we sit back and say to our daughters, You will never, in THIS family, meet a guy on a TV show (but they can meet them on Match, Plenty of Fish, etc…). I, personally, would love to see an African-American Bachelor, a Gay Bachelor, a Middle Age Bachelor with MIDDLE AGE bachelorettes, and vice versa.

So next Monday night, join us, with your readers on, and your wine and chocolate, for the next installment of Looking To Hook UP with as Many The Bachelor!

News Flash- Most Teens Don’t Care about Miley…


So who hasn’t weighed in on the issue? The Foam Finger Debacle last Sunday night has sent many bloggers in to orbit over that performance.

Tacky? Yes. Provocative? Yes. Porn? Yep. Ridiculous? Yes. Sad? Yes.

But guess what? If you think that all of a sudden our teenage daughters are going to mimic this behavior and think it’s normal, I have news for you.

They don’t care.

In fact, from my informal poll of 17 and her friends, MTV is just not on their radar, and they didn’t watch it. In fact, did not hear about it until Twitter blew up that night and even then they were deep in to their own dramas, homework, boyfriends, to even care or notice it.

So when I asked 17 if she and her friends talked about it I got the big eye-roll and the comment, Miley Cyrus????

No mom, we were at dinner with 10 other friends and it didn’t come up.

Because when they become teenagers, they do not care or notice what is going on in the outside world.

It is all about them.

Remember when they were toddlers and they were the center of their world and everyone else revolved around them keeping them from killing themselves, feeding them, putting them in strollers, picking out their clothes, making sure they napped, all to keep them happy?

When they turn 13-14, it all happens again. Once more, the outside world does not matter to them because it is all about their world and no one else’s.

So the more we talk about this in social media, the more famous it makes Miley become, and the more attention is brought to her performance. It is, after all, what she wanted, right?

And the Blurred Lines thing? Hate to tell ya, while you are having a stroke about the misognyny of that song, they are blasting Little Wayne, et al in their cars, at the gym, on their smart phones, during homework and more.

People, take a Xanax.

Because I can most certainly tell you that in the end, our girls will be happy, healthy, educated, and living in a normal home with family and friends.

While Miley twerks around in her 10 million dollar Brentwood mansion. Alone. With a foam finger for company.

Boo Frickem’ Hoo Oprah…

Beware – rant coming…

Oprah, girlfriend, I am SO OVER this nonsense about this pursegate issue in Switzerland. Has there ever been a more important topic to talk about this week than the fact that some Swiss snob in a pricey boutique wouldn’t show you a $38,000 bag?


How many of us minions really care that she treated you this way?

Because I think the REAL story is not because of your race, what we probably do not know is it was because you most likely went in there not all dolled up in war paint with your ‘Oprah Face’ on and looked like something your cocker spaniel just dropped on your back porch. My guess is that you went in there looking like most of us normal people and she didn’t recognize you.

Admit it sister-we all know what we look like without makeup and frankly at our age it’s not really pretty.

I mean, where on this planet, especially here and in Europe, would somebody (unless they lived in a cave) not recognize the mogul that is Oprah Winfrey?

Have you seen yourself without makeup lately?


I mean, would you show a handbag that cost more than a Hyundai to this woman?

Or Her?


Or Her?


Or Her?


Or Me?


Look, I know how you feel. Sniff Sniff. I have been given the ‘side eye’ at Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Saks, Neiman Marcus, I could go on and on. I once was taking an Italian friend in to the Valentino boutique in Manhattan years ago and the doorman, yes the freeking DOORMAN, told us that we probably should not go in because we probably could not afford the merchandise in the store.

I kid you not.

I sympathize.

So let’s tell the world what really happened. You weren’t wearing your tv face and got busted.

Happens to all of us honey.

Next time just be honest.

We will respect you a whole lot more in the end.


Mannequin Pis - Brussels
Mannequin Pis – Brussels

What a week–been hard getting to the old computer what with all the glorious travel, shopping, eating and other exciting things I’ve been doing lately.

Be jealous.

So, a recap.

Me, BC and 17 took a 48 hour trip to Belgium at the end of last week. That’s how we roll as an airline family. BC is a captain for a major international airline and usually goes back and forth to South America. Which really doesn’t blow my skirt up all that much but I do need to see Buenos Aires. So, he actually got a short one to Brussels and me and 17 were like, Chocolate, waffles, beer? We’re IN! Unfortunately the last time I was in Europe for more than 3 days was about 20 years ago. In our world, it’s a free flight, free hotel, so what the hell. People think we are crazy. But it’s a blast, I mean-18 hours on an airplane (total time) in first, lie flat seats, California Pinot, rubber chicken, and absolutely NO ONE bugging me the whole time.

That, my friends, is a vacation.

Nice wig!
Nice wig!

One of my closest girlfriends is going through chemo right now. Diagnosed with stage 4 stomach cancer. So I took her to get her infusion and hung out with her and held her hand and fanned her face while she dry heaved as she was getting her drugs. She is teaching me and our friends about bravery. And resilience. And determination. And about never giving up. And I make sure we have some serious belly laughs at all times. Even hooked up to IV’s and drips, and ports, and all that crap, she’s asking for hot male nurses to tend to her. If you can’t laugh, you WILL cry. Cancer sucks. In the truest sense.

17 is in summer school this break and that means 3 straight weeks, one week break, then 3 more weeks and 2 half classes are done. Getting her out of her bed in the morning is a feat in and of itself. But she is conquering her classes and doing well. She just may make it after all…

Last night the Twitter was all abuzz with a ridiculous disaster movie on SyFy called Sharknado. A huge tornado comes in off the Pacific in to LA and with it tons of sharks who then terrorize the city. Led by Ian Ziering (Of 90210 fame, and apparently according to AARP is close to qualifying for his card) and Tara Reid (extremely tan and not drunk, I think) they fight the sharks and win. If this can get made, then there is NO reason my friend’s movie “Wolfman Boner” can’t get in to production. I mean really.


All of my fun blogging peeps are getting ready to go to BlogHer in Chicago at the end of the month. Can’t go this time. I am seriously jealous and can’t wait to see all the pics, swag and info they bring back. I just hope they can bring me home one of those free ‘back massagers’ that every one talks about…

Oh and props to me–I was featured this week both on Generation Fabulous and Horse Nation.

Shit’s getting serious…

An Open Letter To…


Lately, everybody and their underwear have been writing open letters to folks out there who are primarily a celebrity or in the public eye for some action or remark or whatever that we hear about on the interwebs.

It’s a fairly easy way for bloggers to get numbers on their sites. Especially if it’s done the same time as the purported event, or action that they did that pissed people off.

I wonder if they REALLY read them. Or even care about them. Or does their publicist read them then send the ones they like on, or make damn sure they DON’T read them.

So I decided I’ll just write an open letter to lots of these characters in hopes of truly whoring out my blog for numbers. All or nothin, right?  And this way I can get it all off my chest and move on with my life. Because I do lie awake at night and worry about these things…

First and foremost my butter bunny, bless her heart, Paula.

An Open Letter To Paula Deen:

Dear Paula,

Girl, you went and ugly cried on Matt Lauer. A true Southern Lady would have just said, “Ladies don’t talk about their past, it was tacky, I’m sorry, I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, and I’ve fired my PR people. Now, let’s have some sweet tea, a cigarette and talk about Martha Stewart’s sex life.”

Love MA



An Open Letter To Senator Wendy Davis:

Dear Wendy:

You rock. May I suggest Manolo Blahnik’s next time?

Love MA


An Open Letter To Edward Snowden:


Equador. Really??? They eat Guinea Pigs down there. And Hipsters. Have fun.

Love MA



An Open Letter to Kim Kardashian:

Just wait till she’s a teenager. Payback is hell.

Love MA



An Open Letter to Miley Cyrus:


You’ve gone from Disney cute to Snoop Dogg  dope. From kiddie show to camel toe. Just don’t toss a bong out your window.

Love MA



An Open Letter To People Who Oppose Gay Marriage:

Dear Hypocrites:

I’m fairly sure our declaration starts off with “We the People” not, “We, the Christians…”

Love MA


Ok, got that off my chest. Who’s your open letter to???



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Dr. Phil! Help Me With My Strange Addiction…


I need a LIFE.

Well, actually at least 5 of you need to send me one. Through Facebook.

For Candy Crush Saga.

And then I will get up and finally:

  • Do the laundry
  • Let the dogs out to pee
  • Get out of my jammies
  • Put on makeup
  • Talk to my family


Or maybe not.

Unless you are living under a rock, the new rage in smart device games is Candy Crush Saga. According to the site’s creator, King, more than 15 million people are crushing candy a day. It’s the top in Apps on iTunes and Google Play store. And it has taken over that wicked Farmville game on Facebook.

Hello, my name is Mary Anne and I am a Candy Crush A Holic.…(insert light applause here).


So, in doing my research, I am going to apply Dr. Phil’s Seven Steps To Breaking Your Addiction.

Wish me luck.

1.  Acknowledge the Purpose.  Why do you do it? Does it help with anxiety, depression, or better yet, the urge during The Jimmy Fallon Show to run to the fridge and sneak a bowl of Ben and Jerry’s?  You have to know why you do it.  I’m thinking the reason I do it is to avoid housework, whiny teenagers, and a husband constantly looking for his car keys.

2.  Think Rational Thoughts Instead of Denial.  You understand this addiction is unhealthy yet you continue to do it. You will never get to where you want to be. YEAH LIKE LEVEL 200, PHIL….

3.  Use Alternative Coping Skills. People don’t break bad habits, they replace them with new ones. You have to reduce stress-meditate, take up a sport, go on a walk. Yada, yada, yada. Hey Phil, this game is keeping me from drinking an entire bottle of cheap red every night!  Candy Crush IS my Alternative Coping Skill!  Jeeezzz….

4.  Identify Your Danger Zones.There are certain times of day that you want to do this addiction. Mine is pretty much all day. Especially at night in front of The Real Housewives of Whatever. Those shows are stressful to me because I sit there the whole show going, Are these gals really that vapid? Who is their plastic surgeon? I can NOT believe she wore that to her birthday party! I’d cut that bitch if she did that to me.…Ok, so I switch to Preacher’s Wives.  That way, I can say a little prayer before I start the next level that there will be no chocolate there…..

5.  Make Lifestyle Changes.  Ok, I’ve sooooo got this.  Honey, can we move to a bigger house? Can I have a new car? Can I get a facelift?  That ought to take care of that.

6.  Be Accountable and Have a Support System.  Oh, I have lots and lots of friends that help and support me, TO GET TO THE NEXT LEVEL.

7.  Reward Yourself.  When you kick this addiction you should have a goal to reward yourself with something to celebrate.You have to motivate yourself to keep going. It will take one foot in front of the other. So I AM going to reward myself when I kick this addiction with a new toy.

Bingo Bash.

Wish me luck.

Oh, and send me lives…


Why I Almost Killed Marcia Brady…..


Only one time in my life did I ever want to stab Marcia Brady. One. Time.

The time she actually had a fan letter read and answered by my long time celebrity crush, Davy Jones.

And I was a HUGE Brady Bunch fan.

She wrote to him to attend her Junior Prom. He showed up. Even sang a song for her. I was as jealous as an 11 year old girl could be.

How could she? He was MINE!

And I knew that deep in my heart the only reason he did it was because she was on a TV show, that it wasn’t really real, and that one of her brothers hit her in the nose with a football.
Which, as I recall, was THE only time in my life I rooted for the Brady boys…

From the moment The Monkees debuted on television in the late 60s I was in love with Davy.
I would pretend I was married to him. That his buddies Michael, Mickey and Peter would come over with their wives and have dinner.

I had all their albums. I was his biggest fan. Little old me in the 4th grade. His BIGGEST.

Sometimes my girlfriends and I would fight over him and I would get stuck with Mickey. I was a pretty nice kid but sharing Davy was not an option.

I consumed Tiger Beat magazines and plastered his photo on my walls. I played their albums over and over again while dancing by myself in the living room.
My mother was worried that there was something seriously wrong with me.

But she never told me that my crush was silly or tired to redirect my attentions elsewhere.

I still remember the words of that song: Girl, look what you’ve done to me….

If I were Jewish, I would still be sitting Shiva for his death last year.

So if your tween cries when she goes to a Bieber concert, don’t poo poo her crush. Don’t tease her. Remember, you had one too.

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Honey Boo Boo-Translated for Non-Rednecks

You could swing a dead cat and not hit anyone around here that does not secretly like the Boo.

Come on people-you are recording Downton Abby and watching June and crew.  I’ll keep your dirty little secret, promise….

Us Southerners have a penchant for expressions that few understand. But when that AHA moment comes, OUR expressions are the funniest in the world…

Many of you need translation on phrases or words brought forth upon us from this TV show. Born in North Florida, and raised mostly in Georgia, I am here to help.  I come from a long line of rednecks in the deepest part of South Georgia. Y’all…

Herewith are some of my favorite expressions from June and them, with a few of my own sprinkled in:

Forklift Foot:  June had a forklift run over her toe at work one time and it never recovered. It is huge and gross. Therefore she calls it Forklift Foot. In the South, when you have a mangled body part, you name it. Like tater ear, rosey nose, stumpy…

Frito Feet:  How forklift feet smell. This is true. They do smell like Fritos. junebiscuit

Biscuit:  In Boo vernacular, this is their word for vagina. And there are way too many words out there that everyone has to call it other than the correct biological term. My Southern friends have called this Cooter, FiFi, and Virginia. Yes, Cooter is also a proud nickname in the South (Dukes of Hazzard, anyone?). And Yes,they KNOW what it means to nickname someone Cooter. Seriously.

Vajiggle Jaggle: Also used for the lower regions of a woman’s body, especially if overweight

Pregnatist:  Boo’s sister Chickadee. Really pregnant. Really really pregnant. And 17. Kind of like the Exorcist….well, the baby does have 2 thumbs….

Sketti:  Spaghetti. Which they eat with butter and ketchup. We’ve always called it PISSketti in my house. Same thing

Ooo’d: Taking a dump. As when Glitzy, the pig did it on their kitchen table in an episode. I personally like ‘dropping the kids off at the pool’…..fart-honey-boo-boo

Beautimous:  Gorgeous. This is a true word used here in the South for decades. June and them use ‘mous at the end of just about every word.

Smexy:  Loving term June uses for Sugar Bear dressed as Santa. Especially with that wad of chew in his bottom lip.

Sweatin Like A Whore In Church: one of my all time faves-been around a while-guilty is as guilty does- or any one of the women on any Bravo show

Go Go Juice: Mountain Dew and Red Bull. In most parts ’round here we call that a heart attack

It Is What It Is: June uses this phrase quite a bit. And she’s not even on Prozac from what I can tell

Finagly: As June says, ‘I’m not all about them big FINAGLY words.’  Which is probably words with more than four letters

Bam Bam Look: Wandering around in public without shoes on. Pebbles would be proudHoney+boo+boo_15b40d_4167527

You may love ’em or hate’em. But looks like they are here to stay. Redneckonize THIS people!

Well, press my watch, I gotta go drop some kids off at the pool…

2012 – Our Year End Letter!!

Since it is the end of the year and I am a NOT an organized make-up wearing to the grocery store wife and mom, I’ve decided to compose my annual Christmas Letter here. That way all of you can see how fun and dysfunctional the Mermaid fam is. So here ya go:keepcalmsanta

Dearest Friends, Family and Head Injured People with weird search terms on Google:

2012, adios muchachos!   Oh, we had some good times and fun moments, but we also have a teenager so they are fleeting at best.  As you probably have noticed, not many of your friends with teens have sent out their annual letters because by this time, little Princess or Prince may not be so royal as they were before the age of 12.  At best they are on track to graduate from high school and be out of the house by the age of 26.

17 is kinda a Junior in high school.  When she was 16 she had mono, recurring sinus infections, and continual tonsilitis.  Turns out the local public high school does not give a crap about  health, only attendance.  So we decided on a home school option that is working. Don’t have a heart attack. I AM NOT A HOME SCHOOL MOM.  (I bet you were really worried for a moment there, huh?)I gave away those Laura Ashley dresses a decade ago and I have short, highlighted hair.  This is a program where she does attend a private school in Roswell that keeps their thumb on her and lets her work at her pace.  Which actually is pretty fast.  She is finishing up one sophomore class and working on junior classes now.  She is still riding horses occasionally, bringing home stray animals, and had a job this summer life guarding.  Yep, passed the Red Cross test but has a problem understanding transitive verbs. Like those are going to help her later in beauty school…She has ended the year happy, healthy and loving Lily Pulitzer so for that, I am thankful. And broke.card

BC-still flying. International, mostly to South America and Nigeria.  Wow, makes me want to go to Africa-you get you very own armed body-guard! In South America he enjoys walks on the beach. I wonder why…

He is really in to his blender.  Puts all kinds of strange vegetables and fruits in it.  Makes me one too.  Who needs Ex-Lax when you have a Vitamix?  Still a rabid Florida fan, he went to his annual fraternity reunion in Gainesville this year affectionately called the “Creepy Old Man” weekend by younger members of the frat.  He hasn’t played much golf, but he does walk daily with his headphones on listening to the crazies on the conservative local radio station.  If he starts wearing white socks with his black Teva’s please check him into Sunrise Living down the street.

BC also finally relented and bought new filters for the swimming pool.  Green was not a good color for the pond that you SWIM in.  And our neighbors thanked us.

My year has been full of ups and downs, but mostly ups!  I was working full-time until August. I’ve always known and preached this, but you can’t have it all. At least I can’t. Working full-time, teenagers, husbands, dirty homes and trying to exercise and enjoy friends is an impossibility for me.  I’ve never claimed to be organized but this about put me over the edge.  Trust me, it’s easier to work when they are babies and toddlers than it is when they are teenagers…F51logo260

I am still selling real estate – have 3 new listing coming up after the new year and have the most fabulous horse farm listed in the Alpharetta, GA area.  I have also joined one of Atlanta’s most successful real estate teams, The Frye Group! I have known Teri for years and her systems and reputation are second to none.  This gives me the ability to list and have the best support for resources and marketing for my clients.  Real Estate today is NOT like it was when I got my license in 1992.

Find Me on Amazon!
Find Me on Amazon!

I’ve always had a real estate blog, but after encouragement from friends-one in particular that dragged me to a blogging class, I started this blog in June of this year. It’s one of the best, if not controversial decisions I made this year.  I am trying to stay true to my voice.  Many of you who know me know that sometimes I can have a bit of a filter problem.  But that’s what makes me who I am.  I have always been a ‘tell it like it is’ person. I tend to get all tongue-tied when I try to dodge the proverbial bullet.  What you see is what you get.  Take it or leave it. My favorite blog title this year was I Love my Friends, or, A Vagina and a Glue Gun. So there (sticking tongue out).

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Because of this journey in the past six months I have had the opportunity to be featured on BlogHer (the country’s leading Blogging for Women news and writing platform) twice, I have been included in two Huff Post articles, out of 200 bloggers that entered, I was selected to be in the top 13 of the Blogger Idol contest this fall, been included in a book on Amazon (yea, suck it haters…) meet Ree Drummond of The Pioneer Woman fame, met some other big time bloggers in person, was invited to be on Anderson Cooper Live with other mom bloggers after the election, and have some new and exciting projects planned for the new year. Who knows where this is going to take me but I am in for the ride! Hot Flashes RULE…

Travel-well, we are an airline family. But this year we stayed closer to home, mainly because of work but we did venture to Orlando, Jacksonville, St Augustine, NYC, Asheville (my visit with my CHS YaYa’s…), and my 30 year college reunion. We spent last Christmas with my sister Jenny in Germany and were supposed to spend this year in Paris but people are buying airline tickets (which is a good thing) and we got left at the airport (which is a bad thing) when BC went off to gay Paree for the holiday.  It was nice and quiet here and my buddies took are of us with copious amounts of food and wine.

Oh, and I am still taking lots and lots of photos. You can visit them on my Flickr stream below!

To accept whatever comes, regardless of the consequences, is to be unafraid -- John Cagle
To accept whatever comes, regardless of the consequences, is to be unafraid — John Cagle

Since we survived the Mayan thing this month we are now able to wish everyone a  Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Oh, and Honey Boo Boo starts back up on January 7th. See, we HAVE Been Left Behind….here-comes-honey-boo-boo-alana-august-2012