Maurette's Adventures

How to cope with guilty feelings when indulging in sweet delicious food? One day we were in the office and by magical star alignment all of us ladies were either having a period or ovulating so there was no one to stop the sudden chocolate urges. Rule of advice always have a chocolate urge stopper on speed dial. Now, ladies and gents, do not conveniently forget how to use the speed dial or send a text message instead like I do. Anyway, so there we went across the street to buy all kinds of chocolate and sugary goodness. When we walked in the office, one of my colleagues had already devoured her chocolate. So I asked her: "But what the hell?". She said, "The faster I eat it, the less time I have to change my mind." Got to love it.

This blog started out as a repository of my funny stories along my travels. Through life's twists and turns I don't have as many funny encounters with strangers anymore. Mostly because I am now more of a home body and (not afraid to admit) I do not look around because what I want is at home waiting for me. One thing that has not changed is my constant struggle with loosing weight. All my previous posts have been written with a serious and often sad undertone but not anymore. I am taking the road traveled by many and I hope that I reach the end just as millions have done before me. From now on I am back to funny, yet funny about living with extra baggage. Or with permanent cushions. Join me on my journey of loosing weight, the fun way. How many of you actually think I am tall? Let me let you in on a secret .... I am short but my butt actually adds at least 5 inches. Seriously, I can sit next to a 5'8" goddess and look taller than her .... Let's hear a big YOOHOO...

I'm engaged. Yes, I have promised someone to become their wife. Or maybe I should say I have given him the privilege of becoming my husband. I think my inner goddess is smiling at that statement. Anyway, so now that That happened I am fighting this same inner goddess about the matter of last names. Do I take his last name and if so what happens to my own last name??? For ages it has been customary that a woman takes her husbands last name. Something to do with fathers selling off their unwanted daughters as they are a pain in the behind and attribute nothing to them or society. Women were meant to be seen and to bed. Or breed as they say here in St. Maarten. As women were not allowed to work and most were raised to be too weak and dainty, someone to take care of, they were not contributing so fathers were much too happy to pass them on to a next victim. Hence, they forgo their birth name and take on someone else's. Y'all realize that I have a gazillion problems with this...