The last episode of The Real Housewives of Atlanta aired tonight and I'm still reeling. I spent much of my life in Atlanta so that was the hook for me. Well, I sure didn't recognize the people. Only the scenery.
Nouveau riche athletes' wives and others desperate to be accountable for something. There was "I wanna die in Dior" tone-deaf Kim putting the "ass" in classy with a perpetual bad weave and a country music dream.
Hit me up with another drag on that Newport, doll. Poppy says to come on home. Me? I'm still trying to stop my head from spinning.
It wasn't long after 9/11, September 11, 2001, that I began this website. I felt compelled to connect with other people around the globe. I had recently heard about "weblogs" or "blogs" and I dove right into Blogger.com.
I searched for others to connect with online and I found Ageless. It led to meeting many great friends to discuss events of the day. From then on it snowballed.
Most importantly we offered one another support and friendship across the globe; finding that we were just a few keystrokes away.