It was my dream to spend my 40th Birthday in Gay Paree'! Instead, my 40th was spent sitting in an Anger Management class over an ACS case I'd acquired in September. Afterwhich, Mr. Lucas & I drove around in a 2010 Smoke Grey Altima he'd just bought me & dined at Le' Cheesecake Factory. The original plan was to head to Atlantic City, but that quickly became just what it was a plan, cause I was too exhausted to drive three hours. I wasn't dressed for the occasion so Le' Cheesecake it was. I had a new car so I was ok. Yet I still longed for the sights of the Eifel Tower & small quaint shops filled with couture & exotic perfumes. Flea Markets filled with artisinal cheeses & rare vintage wines I probably couldn't pronounce. Nonetheless, I wanted to be there. I have a list of places I want to visit. Italy's coast of Capri, the watery city of Venice, Rome & Greece...to name a few. I've always wanted to visit Paris though. The scenery, the cafe's, the perfume, the fashion & the MACAROONS! OH MY!!! Life is about choices, I guess. And I guess I haven't made many wise ones. To walk the cobbled streets of St. Tropez & live the life of a spoiled worldy femme fatale. Sit on a yacht just to pinch myself to see if it were real. Sunbathing til I down right baked another shade of brown sugar. Sun coated yellow manicured hands & feet to go along with my sultry smoky sunkissed tan with jet black hair...a Pochantas Boho Beauty. And believe me, I am wearing a stark white tunic, I don't believe in showing too much skin. Too much skin, leaves little to the imagination. Yeah, I was supposed to live a jaded life. I am a Socialite, but instead of calling myself poor, I will say I am a "Financially Challenged" Socialite. With a taste for the finer things in life. Anyway, as Christmas rapidily approaches, so does my youngest son Jaden's Birthday. He will be 4yrs old. A trip tp FAO Swartz would be nice for both he & Cimaya. A change from the mainstream Toys R Us, Target or Walmart thing. My children deserve the best, I don't even require a private shopping excurision. LOL;) I guess apart from me feeling a little blue...I know deep down inside, I'd like a house to come home to. But that's another story for another day. I feel like Eartha Kitt these days, "Santa Baby!" I do have the same exact list, but without the deed to a platinum mine!As I close out my blog, I could think of about a million things I'd want for Christmas. But at the end of the day, I think having my Mother alive would suffice. Maybe she & I could've taken the Paris trip together!
