No More Crying Over Spilt Ash

Yesterday, Matty and I hopped a plane 

for what was to have been a 

death-of-three-birds-with-one-flight

 Floridian rendezvous with the 

Should-be-Supermodel 

and her Political Fisherman hubby, 

and our Optometric love child and

sister of the sporadic blogger, Romanian Lettuce, the

 Romanian Anna Kournikova 

(I know, who's who, right?)

But as it goes, this old guy halted my London birds' flight

 and suddenly our Party of Five became a menage a trois, 

making us (no doubt) the envy of millions 
but bringing me down a bit at the same time:
It would have been a blast to hang out with Abs and J 
on our side of the pond since the craic our foursome 
usually partakes of is always the pure Scottish kind.


Back in the day, a set back like this might have kept me down
but this Ali is done crying over spilt ash:
this is MY life as I blog it and it's never too late for revision!


It's funny what marriage can do for a girl in
terms of confidence; don't get me wrong - I've always been
confident in who I am and I've acted with confidence my
whole life.  But until I married Matty, I wasn't confident that
my life would have a good outcome and instead hoped
for the best but expected the absolute worst.


That changed the moment he slipped a ring on my finger.
I'm not afraid of life and its bullies anymore and
from now on, I'm following Abbie's advice and focusing my
energies on embracing life's beauties, such as

being of an age where one can embrace resort wear, 
 because damn, I look good in resort wear!
And blogging from the lobby of a 5 Star hotel, 
purchased on Priceline for $90 a night!

And being with those that I love and who love each other.
So, how are you going to blog your life today?