Joan Rivers VS. Chelsea Handler

"You're a slut, Chelsea!"

Watch out! It's a bitch-fight!

I love a good quarrel. I should rephrase that. I love a good quarrel when I'm not in it. Joan Rivers and Chelsea Handler are in a major feud.

You'd think there would be a mutual respect between female comedians. And to be honest, Joan Rivers paved the way for funny women years ago. Handler should be grateful she didn't have to pull herself up by the boot straps. Instead, Chelsea decided to pull herself up by the bra straps. (It's a well known fact that Chelsea slept her way to the top.)

I think they're jealous of each other. Why can't we all just get along?

"I'm probably drunk right now."

Be a Fighter!!!

There are always going to be people who try to tell you what you can't do. SCREW THEM.

You don't need validation from anyone except your inner self. Unfortunately, I find my worst critic comes from within. There's always that negative voice beating me down, saying, "What makes you think you're good enough?" Just plow through it! Just say, "FUCK YOU, VOICE!"

And then laugh. Smile. Pat yourself on the back for all the hard work you've done. Acknowledge all your accomplishments.

A friend once told me, "Follow the yes's." Wrong! Do you really think Albert Einstein tried one experiment, and because it failed, he gave up? Of course not! Be stubborn. Find your inner bitch, and fight back.

You came to this earth for a purpose. Find what that purpose was. Write a realistic goal on paper.  Then fold it up, and THROW IT AWAY. Then take another piece of paper and write your wildest dreams down. Now take that paper and hang it up on your bathroom mirror. Focus your energy on what you want.

I'm certainly not saying to be irresponsible. There are things like bills and family that you need to take care of. Just don't be afraid to take calculated risks. Get outside of that comfort zone, and push forward.

When you fall, look at the ground beneath you. Look at the grass, the dirt, the insects and let it sink in that millions of people have fallen in exactly the same way as you have. Take comfort that you're not alone.

When I was little, my mom said, "You've already won the biggest race of your life." I asked what that was and she replied, "You were born. You beat all the other sperm!" 

Keep fighting! Get out there and be the most awesome sperm you can be! 

Fancy Meeting You Here!

I'm baaack!

Lots of things have change, guys:

I now have blond hair. Yay!

The bleach has seeped into my brain causing slurred speech and confusion. Yay?

I've finished two writing specs. Go me!

I was "terminated" from my job. Boo!

I'm eating massive amounts of cheese. Seriously. Take what you think is massive amounts and multiply it by 10. Oh yeah!

My daughter and I are getting jiggy with arts and crafts.

I've found a new therapist. (More details on that train wreck to come.)

I've begun experimenting with cooking wine. Though it's kind of hard to cook after consuming two glasses.

I'm collecting my neighbors packages. Fortunately, he knows about it.

Oh, and I've changed this blog to "The Write Girl" because, well, Tom wasn't contributing enough to justify calling it "The Writing Couple." No hard feelings, baby. I know you're busy.

That's pretty much it!

I'm hoping I'll get to write here at least a couple times a week. In the meantime check out some of my past blog entries if you feel up to it.

xoxo-Nina