Hi all!

Ok, this is just a quickie.

I fast little “in and out”, if you will.

I need some answers to my questions, and all y’all are the only ones that can help me!


Here we go….

1.   Why don’t you guys comment on my actual BLOG? Is it…

a)    because you are scared.
b)    you’re nervous that I might bite you, or attack you…or lick your face.
c)    because you don’t want to “attach” your name to my smutty-shiz.
d)    all of the above.
Now, if you answered a,b, c or d to this question,  I completely get it. And If I were you, I would NEVER be associated with this blog! ha. C’mon! I would really love your feedback, peeps! A comment here, or there would be nice. So, on my NEW site, you will get a page all to yourselves. A spot where we can shoot the shit! And chat with no worries. A place we can talk about all things sex and divorce…or my favorite form of birth control, with no fear of being busted! It’s all good. Consider it your safe place. Well, safe as it gets with me. hehe.
2.   Where else can you find The Truth Hurvitz
a)     Facebook
b)     Twitter
c)     Google Plus
d)     In a bar, slutting it up on a Friday night
If you answered a,b, or c…you are RIGHT! And you should go hit me up at all those killer locations! Follow me on Twitter, Like me on Facebook…and join my “Circle of Friends” on Google. If you answered D, then you must have been there too…and in that case, you are also a slut. Or you bought me a drink. And contributed to my slutty-state, and therefore you rock. Or I plead the 5th, and I don’t know what you’re talking about.
3.  If I started advertising on my blog, you would think….
a)     Hurvitz, you are a Rock star!
b)     Go, Girl…It’s about fucking time.
c)     You are a sell-out, and I’m not reading this anymore.
d)     OMG, I need to advertise on there RIGHT NOW!
Ugh. I am having such mixed feelings about this, and I just need your opinion! What do all y’all think? I have a great fan base, and I just love what I’m doing…but it would be nice to get a little bank for all this, right? And being divorced, it would help my situation. Not that I’m pulling the “divorce card”, but alimony doesn’t last a lifetime, people. And I would love to keep doing what I enjoy. And boy would Mark would be thrilled. He would stop saying, “What is it you do all day?” Screw him. I am blogging, duh! But really, who wants like thousands of people checking out their product? Any takers? Call me! ;)
Ok, ok. Those are my 3 big questions for today. And what you think matters. I’ve been pondering this crap while working on my new site, and deciding what to put on it….what’s important, what’s not. I’m so excited. It’s pretty cool to have done something from scratch, all by myself. Kinda a big deal for me. But more importantly, my kids are so proud. I love it. No, they don’t read it, jeez! But they know about what I’m doing…and they are really, really proud of me. And it’s been a long time coming. So, thank you, guys. Thanks for reading. And commenting, and sharing. And supporting me.
Everything happens for a reason. My studio crashed and burned, for a reason. My company closed for a reason. My marriage failed for a reason. Maybe I needed all that to happen…so I could end up here. And the real truth? I actually am digging where I am.
And I couldn’t do it without you, so thanks. And keep reading. And I’ll keep writing….and sharing my craziness. Filter-free. And if you get the urge, send me some feedback to my questions! I promise, I’ll be gentle. Or you can always private message me, ya big babies. Like I said, it won’t hurt a bit. ;)
xo j

I’ve been told I’m sexy.

Hahahaa. OMG. I’m cracking up.

Sexy, like ummm…before, or after I wipe the dog shit off the floor at 3am, and it’s still under my nails when I wake up?  Or, ya mean when I’m driving the kids to school in my sweat pants, sans bra, and my hair in a ponytail…teeth unbrushed? That kinda sexy? Or is it when I’m playing football with my little dude, and I try and act super-cool, but make a catch that breaks my finger? Ya, that must be it.

Sexy. Beautiful. Hot.


But it’s life, and it’s what we do as Moms. We try do our daily shiz, and we love it. We relish in it, and we are proud of it. Well, most of the time. And as I do it, I walk by the mirror every now and then, and I get a glimpse of what has real potential. I mean, I am not that bad! I clean up pretty well on a Saturday night! Sure, it’s not what it used to be. My skin is older, it’s sagging a bit. I’m looking tired. And I could use an extra syringe of Botox my next trip into the Derm, but dammit…I am turning 42 next week, and I am not that bad. I’ve seen worse. My kids say I don’t look a day over 40. ha. And Zac is starting to play with my “turkey waddle” neck, which is fucking annoying…but hell, there is cream for that! Nothing a little plastic surgery won’t fix. I’m all about a quickie nip-tuck. I have no shame.

Hmmmmm, sexy. I have to believe that sexy comes with age. And maturity. And just the way we feel inside, as opposed to what we look like on the outside. Being secure with who we are. And what we’ve got. Who cares about that extra 10lbs, if you own it…it’s yours.  I know, pretty or not, it’s all about owning a room.Sexy. Biting your lip. Sexy. Rocking a pair of high heels. Sexy. Making eye contact.Sexy. Look a guy right in the eye when you’re talking. Let him know you are in it. And you are listening to him, you want to be there. No matter what you look like, a woman who commands attention, is just the sexiest thing! Am I right? It’s not being cocky, it’s a being confident. It has nothing to do with how you look, it’s what you do with it that makes magic happen.

What about intelligence? A brain in your head. Being able to talk about Israeli peace treaties, and what happened in the Government last week. Umm, I have no fucking idea, but shit…I can read my CNN app, as easy as the next girl, before my upcoming date. Don’t be a dummy, ladies. Smart is sexy. And have a little attitude to back that brain up! If he says something stupid, call him out on it! Men are not right all the time, they love to be challenged. Trust me, if you are a “yes, yes, yess-er”, you will end up a “NO NO NO-er”.  The only time you should be “yes, yes yesssssing” is in bed. Yeesh.  Have an opinion, and voice it. Be nice, and sweet. Don’t be a snappy-bitch. But a little push-pull is a good thing! It’s called a “conversation”. And it’s sexy. Get a little riled up, show that your are passionate about what you believe in. Sexy, sexy…and sexy.

I took a little poll on sexy, and ya know what else guys have said? Attitude. Not like a Rizo from Grease attitude. Or a Barbra Streisand attitude, no way José! But a POSITIVE attitude. A good ‘ole fashioned, get up and go…here I come world attitude! SEXY AS ALL GET OUT! No one likes a Debbie Downer.  I think, and correct me if I’m wrong, men are stressed out enough at work…and the last thing they need is a negative bitch when they come home. Yes, I just said that. I am pretty darn sure my unsexy-like attitude had a ton to do with my marriage sucking so bad. So, ladies, listen to me…negativity is NOT sexy. Happy is sexy. Funny is sexy. Smiling is sexy, and just being nice is sexy. Now, I’m not saying to be Little Suzy Homemaker, and bake cookies every damn day, and drop to your knees when you hear the garage door opening…but just have a positive outlook on life. It’s sexy I guess. At least that’s what my secret panel of men have told me. No man likes a bitch.

Just remember, it’s all about the body language. The hair toss, and the giggle. Bowing your head a little when he says your beautiful. The half smile, or the wink. Placing your hand on his arm when his talking. Ya know, just paying attention. The little things. Who cares what you’re wearing…or what you ate for breakfast that day. Just own that shit. And then, excuse yourself to go to the restroom, and fall out off your stool, like I do. Ha. Or realize you had food in your teeth the entire date, when you get to your car. Be a total and complete dork, as you trip in those wicked high heels on the way to the bed. Being able to laugh at yourself….now THAT is sexy. 

Not taking yourself so seriously. And handling what life throws your way is sexy. 

Now, go get ’em girls.

And the next entry, I will be dropping the “Y”. Who is interested in being in a poll for my SEX blog? ;)

xo j