Little Rich Girl

My Bestie...and our diet

So I'm on my 6th day of 300 calorie max. It's hard when I'm working out because I get so tired. But as long as I keep my eye on the mountain...or more like, my eye on a skinny bony anorexic girl...I'm fine.

Now back to life.... Post about Elizabeth - My god sister, my BFF, my best friend, my other half...my....you get the point.

We have been joined at the hip since the moment we had our christening ceremony. My mom has known her mom since she was 19 and my dad had known her uncle since he was in his early 20's. Weird how it all came together in the end...seeing as my parents hadn't even met yet.

  

Elizabeth was born in April, 4 months before me. Total opposites as she is blonde, blue eyes and fair skin. I'm brunette, hazel eyes and dark skin toned. She always calls me an "Afghan baby". But...we are exactly the same in every other way and still to this day, we can't be separated.

 

 

We went to a private school together and our first separation was when I went to a boarding school in California. I was miiiiiiiiiiserable. I used to write her letters. This was before e-mail was so accessible.

 

I miss all those misspelled words...they made me laugh.

I moved back to New England and we were inseparable again.

 

We started taking the bus to Boston together and we would roam around the city on the underground. We were 9 the first time we went alone. We planned on moving to Boston when we were old enough and becoming bartenders together.

Then we went to London together when we were about 11. We changed our plans and decided to move to London and work at a pub there. Neither happened....but we still talk about it all the time as if we are going to pick up and go one day.

I think that was the same year that we got drunk for the first time. My parents used to have huge parties at our home and no one payed too much attention to us so we would sneak wine into plastic cups and drink it.

We only got caught once. It was so stupid!! It was on a regular Friday night and we were in my room. I knew there were a few bottles of wine in the wine cellar that had already been opened. My parents, my older sister (who was visiting) and her boyfriend, were all sitting in one of family rooms near the hallway toward the kitchen.

Elle and I came up with this "bright idea" to bring an empty Chanel shopping bag into the wine cellar with us and walk out casually as if it was totally normal to be carrying around a big paper chanel bag through the house. Just before we reached the hallway that went to mine and brother's wing of the house, my sister called my name. "What's in the bag? Playing mall in the wine cellar?". As my mom started laughing, my sister came over and yanked the bag from me. Elle and I were so embarrassed....but I guess it's fine because the worst that happened was that we didn't get to drink. At least we didn't get in trouble for trying.

Then we started sneaking cigarettes from her mom and my mom when we were about 12.

She moved to Florida soon after and I followed her. I lived with her and her family for a little while and we went to a new private school together. Lots of stories about Elle and I.........I'll have ot tell more as I go along.

Currently we live about 6 minutes from each other, see each other every morning for coffee and every night for a smoke and talk about 8-10 times in between on the phone.

Not to mention that we have rules about our eating.....we starve together because it works better that way. It makes it easier when I feel like I wanna cheat and she reminds me exactly why I don't want to.

She's my everything. Boys have come and gone, friends have come and gone but she is always there and I am too. My boyfriend says that we are the same person. Sometimes we talk to each other without speaking. We laugh the same and think the same and the world hates us because of it.

They're just jealous...  

 

Gotta go to bed......now!!....I'm getting hungry but I don't wanna eat.

xoxo

 
 
 

 

*DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the photos above nor do I claim to. My resource for all photos is google image search and www.weheartit.com. I have made the custom "Little Rich Girl" signature although the original photo is not mine.

 
  
 
 
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Princess Diana, The Kennedy's, The Mafia and Family Secrets

Let's see...where to start....so many secrets.

I guess I'll tell a few while I'm in the mood. I never understood the secrets of my family until recently. Growing up, I was just used to everything that was happening. Having money and power was something I was born into and I didn't ask too many questions.

The house, the parties, the clothes. It was all normal to me.

I remember every Easter Sunday, I wanted to get a new dress. It usually was all white and mostly lace that came with matching gloves and a hat. My mom and I would to go to a store in Vermont called "The Toy Soldier". It was a high end dress shop for Communion and Debutante balls and women who liked to wear matching clothes with their daughters.

My uncle was a defense lawyer for the Irish Mob in South Boston. If you've seen The Departed, then you know Frank Costello. Uncle Teddy was his lawyer for a long time and has recently ,married miss Capone (after being  together for 28 years, they finally married in 2007. That wedding is a whole other story...).

In the movie he's Franky but I've always known him as uncle Frenchy.

My uncle had a place in Rockport Mass where we go in the summer. Between there and Nantucket. The cape was beautiful.

 

My mom was in love with Princess Diana and I think that's also why she fell in love with Nantucket. Princess Di would visit often.

My mom had some of her paintings and pottery for sale at a shop in Nantucket. Ethel Kennedy bought half of the things and then had my mom come to the house to do a large Mural inside. The Kennedy's scared me because I would always hear about the family deaths.

But Ethel was great. Very nice and normal enough for me.

My other uncle, the oldest of the boys, is a member of Opus Dei. I don't know too much about it (other than watching the Davinci Code). Apparently, I'm not supposed to know anything. I was always told that "there's no such thing anymore and I'm not allowed to know about anything".

Whatever...that shit scared me too so I don't really wanna know.

All I know is that we have never really had trouble getting what we want. I want a cup of coffee and a nap pleeeeaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiise. Right now. So I'm gonna go.

xoxo

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

First Life in Florida

In my one life that I have had so far, it feels as if I have lived many within it. Here is my first Floridian life...

We were 11 when Elizabeth moved to Florida from New Hampshire. I was so sad.....

 

But I am happy to say that I went to visit her for "2 week" trip. I stayed for almost 2 months and somehow, convinced my parents to move down as well.

 

 

We bought a few condos (one for my parents, one for Tom and one for me) on the water, overlooking downtown and the beautiful bay. It was pretty but not what I was used to. Being on endless acres in New Hampshire was different form a beach life let alone the city. 

 

 

  

I wasn't used to hearing cars at night or hearing sirens and trains. I looooooved the beach!!!! But it was hard to sleep at night with all the noise.

My brother Tom started learning how to skate...that meant one thing for me......

SKATER BOYS!!!!

Lots of themmmm....

And I was right there with them. E-V-E-R-Y-D-A-Y

We used to move around downtown, getting kicked off every piece of property we could. I never skated of course. I was just there to spec-tate....and judge their kick flips

We all went to private school together. My first Private School that DIDN'T require a uniform! I was ecstatic!!! And living in FL, you could really have fun with your clothes as a pre-teen. School was more about meeting boys and dressing cute. Not working...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then...there was that boy....

that one boy

oh dear

too much for this post.

Love you

xoxo

me

 
 
 

 
 
 
 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 
 
  

 
  

Little Rich Girl of the Caribbean

About a month after Scotty boy broke the news to me....I needed some fun and R&R

 

I decided to go to the Caribbean with some friends. Myself, a few girlfriends and my Brother Tom. Tom wanted some friends to come too. About 4 other boys were coming.

The morning of our flight, we were leaving at about 5:00 a.m. I of course was dragged to the airport, half asleep. We had this bright idea to all hang out at the condos together and stay awake the night before...I think we lasted until 3:30 and slept for 30 minutes before we had to leave.

  

So, here I am stumbling through the airport with my overpacked bag, and who do I see?

YES! Scott, standing with his backpack and his new haircut. Looking at me with this coy little expression. "Hey, you're not awake yet?" he says..."is it too early for you?" I looked at him with my eyes half closed and reached deep down inside myself to pull out the tiniest half smile I could gather and let out a little "hhhmmmph" .....I couldn't be bothered, I was too tired.

Then, suddenly, running in the big sliding doors towards the ticket counter....my savior. AKA Max, the most beautiful, handsome, tall, dark, sweet boy in FL. Well, he had just turned 18 so I guess he was more of a man...kinda. His smile was like a light shining from god and it was everything I needed to keep me occupied on a trip with Scott.

  

We got on the plane and took our first flight to Miami. I spent the whole flight sleeping so I don't remember much but the stuardist telling me to lift my chair for landing as my neck was in excructating pain.

While in Miami, Scott and Davis had to handle their passports so they stayed behind and had to get a second connecting flight....what a shame...

Hillz and I sat in the back of a tiny plane with Max who spent the flight telling me about his breakup with his highschool sweetheart.

 

We arrived in Antigua and found out that Scott and Davis' flight was delayed in Puerto Rico for another day. RELIEF!!!!! My vacation to myself...for a little while.

   
 

We settled in and went to the beach. The boys went skinny dipping and us girls sat drinking frozen margaritas. That's one thing I loved about being 14 in the Carribbean....no age limits apply.

 

This day without Max and without Scott is exactly what I needed!

I'll tell the rest of the story later. I have to go...I have some work to do and I am tired...It's yucky outside

 

xoxo

 

 

 

 

Little Rich Girl of The Caribbean Part II

I was ooooozeing over Max for days.

Tom noticed but I think he was trying to ignore it. Scott definitely noticed and seemed to be extra flirty with me. I remember once we were all getting in a little taxi. I loved these rides because they would pack us in like sardines and I would be forced to sit on Max's lap.

 

 
But this one ride, Scott insisted that Max get in ahead of us and then he led me with his hand to sit next to me. He sat so close and tucked his arm around me with hand under my waist. I was so annoyed that he interfered with Max I but I was happy and way too stuck on him to let it go. I'm such an idiot.

I was enjoying the attention of the boys silently fighting over me....

 

 

Finally about our fourth day in, my brother Tom came and grabbed me from the pool deck. It was just getting cold and breezy on the yacht and he said he had to show me something. He took me up a deck, down to another deck and through the sky lounge until I realized that he didn't want to show me something but he was trying to find a private place to talk.

We ended up sitting on the highest stairs to the top deck. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He handed me one and lit one for himself. "Sis" he started..."You know that Diana and I have been together for almost 3 years?" (Diana was his one and only girlfriend). "I really like her, and she really likes me. And when two people are really close...there's really only one way to become closer" Oh god..I could feel it coming.

The big brother sex talk. I must have started radiating through my entire face because he looked at me funny for a second and then we both burst out laughing.
Really Tom?? The Birds and the Bees?

  

"Sex?!?!?! I'm not having sex!!! I'm only 15..well...14 but almost 15!" I said through my giggles. "I know..and you never will while I'm still alive" he assured me. "But..Max and Scott have had sex and you are getting to that age where the boys you like aren't virgins anymore." I knew he had been paying attention. Then he says "to tell you the truth, I think Scott is a piece of shit. I mean I love him and he's funny but...he's very sneaky and not cut out for my little sister. Max on the other hand, came to me today and told me that he really likes you. He thinks you are beautiful and he asked for permission to date you. I respect this because none of the other guys we hang out with would ever have the balls to approach me on it.
Even if they all think about it."

I was dying inside! I got so giddy that I could feel my cheeks and jaw getting sore and hot from my shit eating grin. Then Tom says "So, just know that I approve of Max...but I don't want to see you guys getting close. That's just gross." Then we both laughed and returned to everyone who was playing poker on the main deck. Max was blushing when we walked up.

The ride was pretty rough that night so Max made a bed on the top sun deck. Everyone was settling down for bed. Max told me to come visit him to say goodnight before I went to sleep. I ran to my room of course and got ready for "bed", you know....the cutest pj's I had, fixed my hair, retouched my make up. I looked like I was doing a photo shoot for teen sleep wear.  

 
As I came up the steps of the top deck, I had to slow down because I still had the giddy look on my face, butterflies in my tummy and I just knew that my face was bright red. Max sat up when he heard me coming and his face lit up instantly.

I sat on the edge of the wide lounge chair where he was sleeping. We were both smiling really big and looking at each other. "So..." he started "you're not like most girls I know. You're much younger in age but much older at the same time. And you're so gorgeous that I can't keep my eyes off of you." This was movie shit that I had never expected to ever hear in real life!

Just as I was about to answer him, I heard a creak and footsteps. We both swung our heads around and saw Scott just as he turned around and headed back down the steps. He must have come up to make sure that Max was alone but took off when he saw me on the lounge with him. I couldn't have been happier inside. It was perfect timing!

  

"So what do you think?" he asked, "about me and you?.....I like you" I said as I smiled back at him. Inside I wanted to leap on top of him and snuggle him to death.

He interlocked his fingers in mine and looked down at our hands. "Good. You should go to sleep before the rumors start. I promised Tom that I would respect his little sister".  
I really didn't want to leave but he was right.

He pulled me closer and kissed my forehead. "Good night beautiful". I pranced downstairs and instantly started yapping and squealing to Kate and Hillz about what just happened. I couldn't sleep.

 

I kept smiling and giggling. My first real boyfriend. I mean I had "boyfriends" at school when I was 12 but of course that was the kind of boy that you never talk to. This was my first real boyfriend.

Nothing would prepare me for what happened next....

 

xoxo