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I have to say the terms that people use to find my blog are starting to freak me out a bit. I don’t think I’ve written about anything too obscene here but I have used the words sex (as in “safe”) and I did post a photo of sexy Halloween costumes and used the word “whore wear” or something to that effect…. soooo apparently those things combined have brought out all the freaks to WSW blog. Here are some examples of the search terms folks have used to end up at my blog:
whore costume
sexy female boss
trailers sexy woman end dog (ummm…what??)
are smart women crazy (we’re all crazy, darling)
women college costume parties
sexy feet women (just…ewww)
Looks like I better start blogging about something just a wee bit more Wicked Smart.
…and I should know! Here are a few moments that have shaped who I am today but some of them I could definitely have lived without. (Note – definitely not “commanding” moments here). Try not to spit beer out your nose while laughing.
1. I moved to Boston in a six horse-horse trailer. Uh-huh, that’s right…driving right down Mass. Ave in Cambridge (well, actually my Dad was driving…and this was after college…not for college!). It was like a scene from the freakin’ Beverly Hillbillies. When my new roommates (I was subletting from an older man) came out to help me unpack…well, let’s just say that 40-year-old-German Scientists were not pleased to be pulling boxes out of a stinky horse trailer with some remnants of manure. I’m not kidding.
2. In college I was totally broke. My parents wouldn’t help me with a car and I had a job I needed to get to in order to pay for school. Luckily for me, a coworker got engaged and her boyfriend bought her a shiny new car so she sold hers to me for $25.00! Again, I’m not kidding. It had no muffler but it did have a hole in the floor – I could actually see the road when I was driving! But it worked!
3. The day after homecoming my senior year in high school, I was at work and a classmate came in. When he saw me he yelled – loudly, while pointing –
“Oh my GOD, our homecoming queen works at McDonald’s!”
I know they’re out there – women who toil daily over work, children, husbands, parents, closets and more. You wish you had more time for the spa, reading or relaxing but you’re lucky if you get out of the house in the morning without oatmeal on your suit, or make it home in time to decompress and hang with the kids/hubby/dogs/cats/horses before bedtime. You miss the days when $1 pitcher night was a big deal even though you truly enjoy your “grown up” success.
Wicked Smart Women are always balancing. Email me at wickedsmartwoman@gmail.com or http://twitter.com/wickedsmartwoma and tell me if:
1) You are a Wicked Smart Woman – what are your best qualities?
2) You know a Wicked Smart Woman – why do you think she’s Wicked Smart? Is she gorgeous yet brilliant, funny but commanding, sexy but the boss?
3) You have opinions on what makes a Woman Wicked Smart - what attributes would make you look and say, “Wow, she’s Wicked Smart!”
Let me know and if you’d like to be featured in a Q&A on the site.
A lot of things – send me what you think a Wicked Smart Woman is made of and I will put them on my blog!
- Hates to say “no,” – but will
- Works because she wants to; not because she “has” to
- Takes care of herself first – it makes for a better caretaker for others
- Looks at the price tag…and buys it anyway
- Eats dessert
- Marries for love despite the divorce rate
- Isn’t afraid to be single
- Knows a lot of great wines for less than $10.00 a bottle
- Knows a good financial planner who’s not her spouse
- Brings home the bacon, fries it up in a pan and never lets you forget she’s a (working) woman
…or any sports team, really. There’s a lot to be learned from sports even though all through high school and junior high I totally sucked at all of them except track. Does that mean I’m more of an individual player than a team player? Hmmmm well maybe if you believe that kind of thing but really I think it’s just that I suck at sports.
Anyway, I do love the Red Sox. I didn’t grow up in Boston – I’m traditionally a Chicago fan – but these guys just grow on you. I mean, from “Manny being Manny,” to Millar’s old “Cowboy Up,” and the formerly-cool-because-he-was-a-part-of-Red-Sox-Nation Johnny-Damon’s haircut, it’s just fun to watch.
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Oh and I should mention Papelbon’s jig in the field which was a) so much better the first time around in his skivvies and b) the encore to his naked butt on tv – priceless!
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