Some Damn Good Advice

"Get thee to the gym, woman!" quoth a famous singer-blogger. Well, V., I've taken your good advice, & joined the gym. Yes, I've already lost a bunch of weight and feel great, but there's more spintolicious firming and toning to be done, so now's the time.

I got the deal to end all deals, so for a mere 72 cents per day I get a decent weight room, a separate & well stocked weight room with 2 cable tv's, sauna, steam room, a personal trainer who likes to touch me a wee bit too much, an indoor/outdoor HOT TUB (I'd take that alone for the 72c a day!), the possibility of tennis lessons and, joy of joys, an outdoor pool without alotta chlorine in it, which by the looks of it, will be virtually all mine any time of the day or night.

And yes, I already get those looks from "guys" and "boys" (always with the younger men, with me, sheesh/ hey, are there any real actual MEN out there?) which I reflexively stare down haughtily or simply draw down my "diva shades" from the top of my head. Gotta work on this though. The cold superior don't-even-look-much-less-even-think-about-touching attitude, while appropriate for the ever-present white pick up trucks loaded with lawn care specialists of a certain ethnic heritage spewing appreciative yet slimy compliments, is however, somehow definitely *not* going to get me the MAN of my dreams, hell, not even a man for the night or weekend.

Grrr.... this whole single woman/ "bachelorette" thing really irks the living hell out of me. (Can I just go back to my Mahler now???)

Welcome Back, Again

From the ashes of Ariadne rises the phoenix, Princess Alpenrose. My mission is clear: I have given myself to the Music.