I Am Not Carrie Bradshaw

Anyone who knows me, knows I am slightly obsessed with Sex and The City. I have watched the complete series (along with the two movies) so many times I have lost count.

Beyond my slight obsession with Sex and the City, I am obsessed with Carrie Bradshaw. I pretend to be Carrie Bradshaw (especially when I blog). I even have a friend that calls me Ms. Bradshaw when she talks to me.

I have often referred to myself as the Carrie Bradshaw of Trumann, and even call my best friends my Samantha (and my other Samantha, I have two of them in my life), Miranda and Charlotte.

Since I often find so many similarities in my life with that of the fictitious Carrie Bradshaw (great style, great friends, lots of shoes, lots of mishaps dating) I try to find those similarities everywhere.

In my last post I mentioned that there may or may not be something brewing in the "love" department.

This was with my "Mr. Big". The one that has hurt me sooooo many times I have lost count. The one that, no matter what, I will run back to. My reasoning always being "If Mr. Big can change, so can anyone."

After this last go around with my Mr. Big (who let's face it is nowhere near as handsome or rich as Carrie's Mr. Big), it has came to my attention why my reasoning is so messed up.

I am not Carrie Bradshaw.
This man is not Mr. Big.
My life is not based on a novel or produced by Darren Star.

I am Megan.
This man is a jerk.
My life is real.

And that's just fine with me.

Love you guys,

The Still Single, Still Fabulous, and 20 pounds lighter Carrie Bradshaw of Trumann, Megan

20 Pounds, gone...even my thumb looks thinner :)

Comments

Let's get some things straight

First thing's first, don't think I will type something every day, I won't. Secondly, apparently some folks think I am not happy. That is totally not the case. I know I did at one point in my post last night refer to this point in my life as a "season of sadness". I did not mean necessarily mean I am sad and you should feel sorry for me (or offer up your advice on finding a man). This year has sucked. And it has nothing to do with a man. I am content as I am. It took me 30 years to like myself and the person I am and I will not start feeling sorry for myself again. Yes, there are times it would be nice to have a man. It would be nice to have a relationship, someone to spend time with, and someone to share life with. However, I know what I want. I know what I don't. And I know what I will not settle for. I will not settle for less than what I want or less than what I deserve. I would rather be alone and unha...

Better

Last year during a book study at school we were reading The Energy Bus by Jon Gordon. One of our assignments during our study was to pick one word for our year which is also based on a book, My One Word by Mike Ashcraft and Rachel Olsen. Long story short, instead of making a resolution for the New Year. You pick a word. If you go here you can read about that. Basically, here is a simple three step introduction. Step One: Determine the kind of person you want to be. Step Two: Identify the characteristics of that person. Step Three: Pick a word. Last year, I picked the word consistent. I felt that I did a good job being consistent. I started thinking about what word I wanted to use for 2019. I have been thinking for a few weeks. I have still been thinking about the person I want to be this year, and for every year for that matter. I have thought about those characteristics of that person. And today, on th...

Link Up

Finish The Sentence With Jake & Holly Hey! I've never done a link up before but I thought, why not. My page sucks and I'm almost embarrassed to link up and have some really cool "professional" type bloggers look at it, but oh well. Make fun if you want, I'm a stressed out teacher, that hasn't even had time to blog in ages. Anyways I read these link up things all the time, always wanted to join in the fun. This one looked fun...so here it goes. I hope I don't suck. BTW, I'm such I loser I don't know how to link up right, sorry I'm a failure My happy place... Walking down Broadway in Nashville, TN. I love all the live music you can hear from every honky tonk. Or at a musical.... Or at a live concert... Or the beach... Pretty much if you get my out of the house or work I'm friggin' happy. Whatever happened to... Andrew Keegan. I may google that later. (and yes the Full House song popped in my head too...

100 Ways To Cook A Chicken

Search This Blog