Mint Juleps

"To be a true Southern lady, you do not necessarily have to be successful, but carry your misfortune with style and grace.   However, I am riding the fast track to Hell in a hand basket.  Mint Julep, anyone? " ~Confessions of the Not So Rich and Famous

I once dreamed of having a home that graced the covers of Southern Living, a large sprawling estate with a driveway lined with stately oaks that lead up to a majestic plantation style home with towering columns that reached for the sky.  The lazy river would flow beside my home, beckoning all to it's waters.  Being a Southern lady, I would sweep across my porch in my chiffon dress adjusting my wide floppy hat to keep the mid-day sun's blinding rays from my delicate porcelain skin and sit down with my closest confidants for a game of Bridge sipping on Mint Juleps.   Each night, I would have an amazing feast on the dinner table for my husband and children that I made from scratch.

Clearly, growing up I was either just delusional or I was on drugs.

Being that Nancy Reagan's War on Drugs in the 80's consisted of Mr. T "pitying the fool," I managed to keep my nose clean.  

I did not want to be clubbed by Clubber Lang.

Despite the fact that I did not grow up to become the quintessental  "Southern Woman" and I live in a house that looks more like a war zone versus Tara, I think I would have made Scarlett O'Hara proud.   I snagged a few crowns and titles and along the way of becoming a lady I got married and had two amazing boys.  I managed to successfully complete my Bachelor's and my Master's in Educations from Florida State without owing a dime to student loans.    Dinner is not made from scratch, but it is made with love straight from Hungry Howie's.   I am fiercely loyal to my family and would lay down my life for them...and the dog. I am not afraid to get dirty and and I will grab the bull by the horns to get a job done.   I don't take any crap off anyone and could careless about what people think of me.  At the end of the day, it is all about how I feel about myself.   

Sure I may have a pile of laundry waiting.

And my refrigerator looks sketchy.

But, it can wait.

​Meet me in the tiki bar for a Mint Julep.  I will have on my floppy hat.