Diva Las Vegas Baby

I was straightening up the kitchen counter, which gets cluttered in record time whenever I enter the house, and I made a pile of magazines, which grows exponentially every month because I can't seem to catch up on reading them. On the very top of the magazine pile, I placed, with a smile I might add, the latest copy of Ladies' Home Journal (LHJ) that I purchased to entertain me during a plane trip. And it was that small act that confirmed it for me: I am almost 40! My magazine collection no longer resembles the me that I remember. For me, magazines have always been junk food for the eyes, and I would either subscribe to or purchase individual copies of fun, trendy, sexy magazines. Cosmo, Elle, Marie Clare, Allure, Jane, etc. When did Ladies Home Journal become fun, trendy or sexy!?! But I loved the issue, it was the only magazine in a long time that I was able to really read cover to cover. I tried US Weekly or some garbage like that last week, and while there is a sick fa

I've been remiss in my blogging! In all honesty, not much to report. Life in Vegas has become somewhat routine - I walk Brooklyn, I work, I walk Brooklyn, I sleep, I walk Brooklyn...you get the idea. I am loving driving, and I even managed to get up the nerve to go on the freeway by myself two times last week. So that's a step in the right direction. Shows are good, houses are getting better bit by bit. Brooklyn has a hair cut because she was so matted, thanks to our grooming negligence (guess we've learned our lesson). She has an extensive winter wardrobe to keep her little body warm on walks (a faux-fur-lined hooded coat and two knit sweaters). I love picking Brooklyn up and out from the bushes that she inevitably gets swamped in during our walks, because she smells like rosemary and lavender - the landscaping around the complex is great, with aforementioned rosemary and lavender bushes, strawberry and blueberry bushes, roses and other flowers I can't identify.