About

Hey—-I’m Mary Anne

I know the voices in my head aren’t real.  But they have some really good ideas….

What happens when you reach that big milestone of 50? Then what happens when you get past it?

You party.  You speak your mind.  You save up for a great plastic surgeon.  You buy a cute German car because you can’t afford a cute German.  You finally realize that kids are overrated.  You exorcise the energy ‘vampires’ (whiners) out of your life.  You finally don’t give a crap what your mom thinks about your hair.  Or your waistline.  Or your clothing.  Or the fact that you are addicted to Facebook.

If you are easily offended or have no sense of humor, then this is not the place for you.  I have friends with dildos and they are not afraid to use them.

I love mermaids–the pic is of one on the wall in my MIL’s house in FL.  I also love humor, horses, fun people and great comedy.  Just about nothing shocks me anymore-well except for that certain book that came out (come on, you know what I am talking about). I thought I knew everything. Apparently I live a sheltered life.

I grew up in the South with a 5 year diversion to New Jersey when I was in high school.  I was the editor in chief of my high school newspaper for years and was going to be a journalist (which means I am qualified to do this HA!).  I truly think that if you go through puberty in the 70s in New Jersey you can legitimately say you are from there. I went to a women’s college in the South.  Yea, you heard that right, a women’s college.   But for some reason, I managed to make it 4 of the best years of my life with the lifelong friends to prove it.  I worked for a Top 40 radio station then moved to the ATL.  I was set up on a blind date with my first husband (BC) and 24 years later he still rolls his eyes at me. I have one teenage daughter that truly makes me nuts yet inspires me everyday to be a better mom and person.

I am an animal hoarder–we have 3 terriers-Willie, Roscoe and max, a cat, a rabbit, various fish and a horse.  We had two cats but the younger one split last Christmas when he didn’t like the addition to the house we did. Ungrateful piece of shit.

Enjoy my irreverent blog. Share it with your friends. I have just found that raising a teenager, being 50, and having hormonal changes in the entire household is pretty damn funny. And, besides, it’s cheaper than therapy-and she sides with BC all the time anyway…

If you are tired of trying to please everyone else, then you need to STOP IT.

Time for a little bit of rebellion.  Please join me.

Why am I always waving in pics?

I love Hunchbacks!

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I love Drag Queens

I’m a Model (cough)