Fabulous Friday
Falling Hard on this Couch
Noon. That was the time I rose and shined. It’s been a long time since I have slept in that late. To be fair, I did wake up at 6:30 and 7:00 before I actually crawled back under the covers and say ‘Screw You!’ to the early morning fogginess. Seriously, it’s sort of disgusting out…and I told myself I was going to hit up the gym some time today. Well, the day is young.
Yet here I sit in my pajamas eating TGIFridays Potato Skins: Cheddar and Bacon flavored. Two words: Rough Night. In more ways than one. It further proves to me why I’m a terrible person. I really am, but deep inside, I’m okay with that. At least I think I am. That, or I have a burning desire to see how many people will buy be drinks before they decide to throw them in my face. Girlish tendency? Perhaps.
“When you jump up the earth wants you back.”
Okay, Jenny Lewis, singer and songwriter. If you say so.
But every once in a while, I wish I could jump up and I could simply float away, find a new landing ground, a new landscape, a new place to belong. I guess that’s why nomads broke all the rules back in the day…they didn’t want to belong to anything or any place other than themselves.
Plus I slept in my new favorite Bulldogs hoodie last night, and now I don’t want to take it off. I think I might slap a ‘Emotional Recovery’ stamp on this afternoon. Sad, yes, but I’m feeling pretty low for multiple reasons.
However, there is one way to turn a frown upside down with me, and that is with my Fabulous Friday. Here is what made my Friday extra Fabulous this time around:
Fabulous Season:
Fabulous Cookie Recipe:
Fabulous Spooky Make-Up:
Fabulous Fall Treat:
Fabulous Breakfast:
Fabulous Post-Wedding Moment:
Fabulous Wedding Accessory:
Fabulous Bathroom Organizer:
Fabulous Smile:
Fabulous Halloween Decorations:
Fabulous Kitten Action:
Fabulous English Lesson:
Fabulous Elf Trick:
Fabulous Tan Line:
Fabulous Bedroom:
I seriously need a bowl of soup with a Gatorade or something along those lines. I’m just not having a good day here. However, there is a gigantic tub of ice cream in my freezer. I bought that ice cream before the wedding, convincing my sister I was allowed a bowl every night if I wanted. It was slow-churned frozen yogurt, after all. You know what? I didn’t even touch the stuff.
Granted, I also abandoned by entire workout regime that same week, but I also stuck to fruits and veggies a whole lot more…and more chicken strips I probably should have consumed, but hey! I looked great, the bride looked great, and I didn’t falter on a single note of either song or reading. Damn good prep on my part.
But now I’m going to lie in self-pity on the couch, and pray those ambulance sirens aren’t carting off anyone I know to a local mortuary because there have been a lot of them in the last 12 hours.
May the Force be with them this afternoon.
Find Your Inner Diva!
That took far too long for this stupid typing block to load properly so I could finally type here. And yes, I realized I haven’t written again a long time. Guess what? When you don’t have a laptop of your own, you’re working 12 hours a day and all you can think about is a heaping bowl of Edy’s frozen yogurt when you finally kick your shoes off for the day, I know I should feel like writing, but I don’t.
Instead, I choose to turn into a vegetative couch potato and fall asleep, ready to do it again the next day.
On a different note, last night while out and about with my crew for a Halloween party, I think I have stumbled upon my ulterior personality. For karaoke, for dancing late at night, for approaching men…I have discovered my inner party girl and she is amazing. Last night, I was always surrounded by a group of three or more guys, and I was loving it. Or should I say, Raja was loving it.
Hey, this is perfectly acceptable to tap into a new side of myself. If Beyoncé can have Sasha Fierce, I can have Raja. Everyone loved her, too.
Other than plenty of tequila and dancing (and rattling my belly dancing belt all over the place. Do you know how hard it is to sit down on a sheet of coins? It’s uncomfortable when you forget that’s what’s covering your lower half), I had a pretty jam-packed weekend of dress shopping (the wedding is in less than a week!), hockey watching (damn those nachos looked delicious), and working (it just never stops.)
The dress I bought instantly reminded me of Kate Middleton. Between her and Keira Knightley, I have my fashion choice muses. It’s cream-colored with black across the back and over the shoulders, and it hits right above the knee. The most important part of it? It hugs me beautifully in the waist. Much like Ms. Middleton’s most noted fashion tip: Cinch it in the middle, people!
On top of that, a little trip to Victoria’s Secret saw me coming home with a new (and dare I say Raja-inspired) bodice-corset piece in the sexiest color of purple that I have ever seen. It’s quickly become my ‘I need to feel sexy underneath these normal clothes’ lingerie item. So, so sexy, and I dare say I walk a little taller. You never know…I might be wearing it right now as I type this.
It’s really bad. All while shopping, I saw about a hundred and one new pieces I wanted to add to my working wardrobe. My bank account would quickly become zero if I ever let myself go clothes happy at the mall. Trust me, I may not seem like a fashion diva, but I care about the way I look as much as the next person.
“What do I think about the way most people dress? Most people are not something one thinks about.”
The fickle fashion editor, Diana Vreeland, is on to something there. There are so many people out in the world who have been labeled as total Fashion Statements. I look at them and wonder, what the hell are you wearing?I’m sure people do the same mental thought through their minds when they look at me, but whatever. I wear what I want, when I want.
Hence the reason why I sewed a couple of Jedi Academy patches on a pair of black sweatpants and call them my Jedi pants. You wear what you like, and they look badass!
But, on that same line, here are a few things I found to be incredibly badass for my Fabulous Friday, and maybe a nod or two towards Halloween. But man, my Friday was pretty Fabulous. Here’s why:
Fabulous Video:
Fabulous Haunted Decoration Idea:
Fabulous Laugh:
Fabulous Exit:
Fabulous Reality:
Fabulous Self-Made Decor:
Fabulous Date Idea:
Fabulous Halloween Decoration:
Fabulous Past Halloween Costume:
Fabulous Smile:
Fabulous Timeline:
Fabulous Reminder:
Fabulous Laundry:
Fabulous Thought on Love:
Fabulous Creativity Jumpstart:
Sad to think the weekend is just about over. As a working girl, the free days seem to fly by faster than usual. Probably doesn’t help that the wedding is less than 7 days away, and I have so, so, so, so much to do! Am I forgetting something? I don’t know! That’s half the fun of it, right?
Keep it real, all, and wear those Jedi pants with pride.
I wear mine everywhere. Including the grocery store and the dance studio 🙂
This May be a Call to Duty
I’d like to start with the words with one Rita Hayworth, a total Hollywood babe. Everyone knows more people pay attention when you direct their attention to someone labeled “a total Hollywood babe.” Right? (Feel free to scowl at the people who believe that now.)
“A girl is a girl. It’s nice to be told you’re successful at it.”
Do you hear that boys? Tell the next girl you see how nice she looks. If she happens to be having a sweats and ponytail sort of rough day, tell her how much you appreciate her smarts. But be sure to tell her how nice she looks when she does put an ounce of effort into her look on any other day.
Women have lots of strengths men don’t. We’re too very different species. Women make major decisions while turning into their emotions. Men tend to think with either their gut or an appendage found right below the hip line…it’s much more primal. Basic survival instinct, if you will.
Women tend to be more empathetic, where men just want to hit something. They don’t have a tendency towards expressing themselves with their intuitive side. Women do. We think with our hearts (and I’ll admit it, sometimes with our stomachs.)
Why this sudden harping on why women and men differ so much? I’ve started doing my research into our two presidential candidates, and I’m not so thrilled. Repealing funding for Planned Parenthood, saying there are not enough qualified woman out in the work force to fill high-paying jobs, getting rid of the very healthcare plan that was just passed, and absolutely no mention of the same-sex marriage issue….Thank goodness I haven’t been called to fulfill my duty as a Jedi in protecting the Senate. I don’t think my protective efforts would be accepted if I had to protect Mr. Romney…I might not be “qualified” for the position. Not until he looks over my binder first.
Good gravy, Snoop Doggie-Dawg.
For the first time since I’ve been able to vote in any political election, I do not know who I am voting for. Honestly? I want Obi-Wan Kenobi for president. He’s our only hope (no pun intended at all!)
But, through my frustrations, I’m also demonstrating another womanly strength: Tolerance. We can sure take a beating whether its verbal, physical, mental, or because of our own actions. We can take it. The phrase shouldn’t be “Take it like a man.” It should be “Take it like a woman.” You’d also be allowed a piece of chocolate, too.
Enough of the political talk. One great thing about being a woman is finding inspiration in absolutely everything, and that inspiration is what makes our lives Fabulous. Here are my picks for the week that left me with quite a Fabulous Friday.
Fabulous Bracelet:
Fabulous Video:
Fabulous Fall Look:
Fabulous Swimming Mates:
Fabulous Fitness Plan:
Fabulous Wedding Keepsake:
Fabulous Cuddling:
Fabulous Laugh:
Fabulous Midweek Bite:
Fabulous Idea:
Fabulous Treat:
Fabulous Nails:
Fabulous Nightstand Photo:
Fabulous Girl Time:
Fabulous Kissing Potion:
I really should turn this political filth off. Look at what happened on Coruscant when the Senators went at each others throats all the time. They succumbed to greed and thievery. They became awful, dirty people with very few spots of cleanliness thrown in between.
I can’t watch this stuff anymore. It’s putting my faith in the way our government works into question, and I have far too many other things to ponder and worry about than what the hell our government is up to and why they can’t answer a simple question plainly.
May the Force be with this country come November’s election day.
My Taste, My Rules
There’s something about fall that gets me going.
The changing leaves, the cooler air, the fact that I feel like I’m a part of the Fellowship of the Ring whenever I slip on a particular pair of boots, the idea that Halloween is just around the corner which further feeds my theatrical spirit (who wouldn’t want to wear an exorbitant costume for one full day out of the entire year?). There is so much I love about this season.
I know a lot of people claim to think that spring is the time for rebirth and change, but I think the same is true for fall. Seeing the leaves change color makes me ask why I can’t change a little something about myself? Which gives full reason as to why I’m looking at images for my tattoo and in November, once the upcoming wedding nuptials are said and done with, I will be heading to my stylist and saying, “Make me a redhead.” I need to keep a spark alive in me once winter hits, or I die inside. Little by little, I die inside.
Plus, everyone feels a little randier when winter hits. You’re stuck indoors, and needing to stay warm. Taking the flirtatious nature of men and women up a notch isn’t always a bad thing. Just know what you’re getting into before you’re knee-deep and questioning your morals.
“Good taste is the worst vise ever invented.”
The wise words of Edith Sitwell, a perverse poet. Let me sum it up for you: Whatever you like, like it. Don’t give a second thought to those who think they are better dressed, prettier, or overall more stylish. If it works for them, great! They could never pull off the looks I do, and vice versa. We’re all meant to be different, and like different things.
It’s another reason why I hate winter. Everything starts to blend together, and I get mentally bored. Which is why you will often find me having a tropical day in my bathroom on a random weekend in my apartment. Dressed in bright colors, bikini top on, coconut oil stinking up the place, fruity candle burning, and a margarita mix in the blender. You have to liven up the soul somehow, or we all die.
I am not a winter girl, but I am in love with every other season that exists. With that in mind, here is what I personally found to be in good taste the past week to make my Fabulous Friday:
Fabulous Manicure:
Fabulous Fall Beauty Look:
Fabulous Idea:
Fabulous Album:
Fabulous Fall Beverage:
Fabulous Wedding Must:
Fabulous Event:
Fabulous Honeymoon Suite:
Fabulous Fall Accessory:
Fabulous Smile:
Fabulous Laugh:
Fabulous Kids Costume:
Fabulous Life Goal:
Fabulous Bouquet:
Fabulous Bed:
Our forecast said snow sometime this afternoon, and I am already cringing inside. Are you kidding me? It’s the beginning of October! It’s not supposed to snow until mid-November in these parts. Even sadder…I still need to find and buy a pair of winter boots before I have to shovel my car out every morning before heading to work. BLAH!
In the meantime, it’s a perfect fall day (at least last time I checked about an hour ago), and there is a restaurant serving sushi calling my name for lunch. Never disobey a hungry stomach…especially when you’re taking Vitamin B tablets to boost your metabolism. Yikes. It’s not pretty sometimes, the noises my stomach makes when its hungry. Basically: Feed Me Now.
I shall obey. Happy Saturday!
Warning: Political Topics Ahead
We are on the brink of October, and I couldn’t be more excited.
October is possibly my favorite month out of the entire year (although June is a close second to that…I really love the month of June, and no, it’s not just because it’s my birthday month.) The leaves are turning all sorts of reds, oranges, and yellows…Full Fall Mode and I love it! The weather is cooler in the morning and night, but in the afternoon, it is still absolutely gorgeous out. All I need is a heavier leather jacket or a warm hoodie to make it through the cooler temps.
I’m more grateful for the time I get to spend outdoors, which questions my motives for sitting right now and writing this blog post. It’s supposed to be 70-something degrees out right now, and I’m here, in a computer lab, killing precious sunlit hours. What’s wrong with me?
I have a keen desire to write since I haven’t done it in the past 3 days, that’s what’s wrong with me.
“The world language is English as spoken by foreigners.”
Does anyone ever really understand another these days? My answer is a full, loudly spoken “no.” So, Kristen Nygaard, a programming language pioneer, I think I have to agree with you. This could bring up a whole whopping list of topics, all concerning the upcoming presidential election, but I’m going to choose to refrain from these topics.
It is not a Jedi’s place to try to impress another’s ideas onto someone else. We express our opinion, and then fight for peace and justice. Not always with our lightsabers, but when the negotiations call for aggressive moves, more often than not, the blazing swords come out.
I met up with a gentlemen for drinks last night. Quite cute, funny, and easy to talk to…but he asked what my stance on a lot of things are, and I told him it’s my place in the universe to stand up for peace and justice. Then he threw me a curveball…what if I had to choose one or the other: peace OR justice? I thought about it a second, and then answered, justice.
Honestly? This world is never going to know long-lasting peace. History, when tallied up, has seen maybe 200 years of peace in the thousands of years human civilization has roamed the earth. I mean, the animal world is constantly at war with each other and we supposedly evolved from theses creatures (don’t even get my started on the theory of evolution!) There are too many people out there who have been told from the moment they are born “s0-and-so is your enemy.” While I think everyone can learn to be friends, I can’t speak on the behalf of 6 billion people.
Even the Transformers could only help us fight an impending alien force who wanted nothing more than to cause chaos and enslavement on our planet (and if the Transformers can’t uphold peace on their planet, we’re all doomed.)
I recently watched the movie “Babel” and the entire theme of communication barriers was quite interesting to me. A large area of my work is centered on communication and what gets people ticking. A lack of communication, or a lack of understanding of one’s language, is a huge issue. I find it interesting that here in America, you can find the building instructions to anything written in multiple languages, from English to Spanish to Korean to Farsi. You’re telling me if I moved to Saudi Arabia, and I needed to go out and buy a piece of furniture, I would find instructions on how to build a couch written in English for me? I highly doubt it.
I know America is highlighted as the land of eternal opportunity…Come here and all of your dreams will come true. A hundred years later, and our country is still deemed as the land of opportunity. Where a small town girl can win American Idol, and become a famous singer overnight. Where someone can start a computer business in his garage and become the CEO of the most successful company in the entire world (here’s looking at you, Apple.) However, just because we are the land of unending opportunities doesn’t mean we should have to cater to each and every individual that comes to live here.
Our native language is English. Learn it already. If I moved to China, I would be expected to have an understanding and capability to speak the language.
I really don’t want to get into a political posting here, but I’ve probably already said too much. Just be warned, there will probably be more as the election draws closer. I try to avoid these things, but man, I get so swept up in the excitement. It’s the romantic in me. If I’m not tearing my own heart out about something on a daily basis, I just feel lost.
Let’s flip gears here, shall we? The weekend is almost over (le sigh), but there were things I found which made my entire week oh-so-wonderful. Here are my Fabulous Fridays:
Fabulous New Sunglasses:
Fabulous Evening:
Fabulous Idea:
Fabulous Bowling Shoes:
Fabulous Farm Girl Truth:
Fabulous Challenge to Society:
Fabulous Decor:
Fabulous Train Ride:
Fabulous Treat:
Fabulous Bit of Body Art:
Fabulous Thought Worth Sharing:
Fabulous Thankfulness:
Fabulous Future Wedding:
Fabulous Quote:
Fabulous Closet Space:
It’s time to get out of here to enjoy the fall sunshine, and maybe take a stroll along the lake. Enjoy the rest of your weekend!
Too soon we’ll be getting down to business once again.
Jedi Don’t Quit
Friday’s are supposed to be days of joyous celebration, aren’t they?
I mean, the work week is THISCLOSE to being over, I put extra effort into my overall look this morning when I crawled out of bed, I let myself splurge on lunch a little bit, I don’t have to work at my part-time “fun job” when I walk out of here in a few hours, and I have a few of my fave movie scores playing in the background all while i work the afternoon away. (Did I mention I spent about an hour on Pinterest, and it was all for work-related purposes?)
Yet, everything seems to point in the direction of “an awful day” when I shake the magical What-Will-My-Day-Be-Like 8-Ball.
“All of humanity is living in a dream world, but suffering real consequences.”
Lauren Hill, a lovely Grammy girl, has hit me on the nose. I’ll admit most days, I live in my own fantasy world. But when the real world hits…watch out.
First things first. I could barely open my eyes this morning. Maybe it was because I spent an hour at the gym waaaay beyond my normal work-out schedule. The gym closed 15 minutes after my departure. Yeah, I was there that late because my schedule ended up needing me to be more flexible than I was almost ready to give. Anyways…
I managed to throw a few pieces of bread into a container along with my jar of Nutella, so I wasn’t starving halfway through the morning. I’ve been experiencing small fits of nausea every morning for the past couple of weeks, and I honestly don’t know why. It’s actually very obnoxious.
Before trudging up the stairs, I decided to put a little more effort into my appearance. Not the usual Friday style of jeans and maroon/gold fitted T-shirt. I put on a polka-dotted, flirty dress and paired it with my fave black boots. You know, putting a little more rock n’ roll into the feminine side of things. It’s like me. I can be a sensitive case of tears one minute, and then totally all about kicking your ass the next,. In other words, don’t cross me. (An old friend of mine once told I’m crazy…he may be right. Or I’m a Cancer…I’ll let you decide.)
Where did things go wrong with my outfit? I noticed too late that if I stand in a well-lit area, you could clearly see right through the skirt of my dress and there was a small possibility the color of my underwear became noticeable to anyone who caught a glance. Throw in a large case of static cling with my skirt, and I’m suddenly wearing very flowy, polka-dotted shorts.
Yeah…wardrobe malfunction in the professional setting. I’m learning my Big Girl Lessons fast.
This is all before I even get to work. Once I’m at my office, I get my computer booted, check my personal and work email (as is my usual routine) and I immediately find three emails showing comments on a work new blog post made the day before. One of them was great feedback. The other two? Not so nice.
The rest of the morning was spent in crisis mode. How do we respond, do we even respond? If we do, what do we say? How do we say that?
Just a mess of stuff.
Chicken strips and onion rings suited me for lunch, and I let myself have an extra dipping cup of mayonnaise. Terrible, I know, but it’s so nummy and after the morning I had, it was deserved. Plus it’s Friday!
Rest of the afternoon went fine, and I actually was told to go home 15 minutes early. I was able to go to the grocery store! I haven’t actually shopped for food in a long, long time. I was able to take my time, go from one end of the store to the other, and back again.
It was halfway through shopping when my stomach suddenly took a lurch. It kept up until I got home, where it seemed to tighten and churn more. Probably against my better judgement, I head to the gym and did a ‘Walk for 5, Run for 10, Walk for 5, Run for 10’ type of routine. I actually felt really good running, but when the cramps set back in, I was toast. I couldn’t do it. I kept telling myself “Jedi Don’t Quit,” and they especially don’t quit because they feel sick. So…I kept pushing.
Bad idea. I got home, and just about died. Stomach cramps, womanly area cramps, showering didn’t make me feel better…nothing felt good. I ate some soup, but my stomach didn’t like it. Little did I know, , my sister ordered a ton of Chinese food and she told me to help myself. Another bad idea: I did. I ate cream cheese wontons, sweet and sour chicken, general tsao chicken, rice…all of it.
I’ll be spending a lot of time in the bathroom in the next 24 hours, that’s for sure.
After I ate, I passed out on the couch. Cold. The only time i do that is when I’m not feeling well. Off to bed I go.
But before I pass out entirely, here are the Fabulous things that made this Friday, and the prior work days, awesomely bearable.
Fabulous Fall Combination:
Fabulous Smile:
Fabulous Idea:
Fabulous Make-Up Moment:
Fabulous Updo:
Fabulous Political Pause:
Fabulous Disney Remix:
Fabulous Autumn Day:
Fabulous Fall Blazer:
Fabulous Fall Salad:
Fabulous Pie:
Fabulous Self-Mantra:
Fabulous Reminder:
Fabulous Movie Theater:
Fabulous Motion:
A best friend is coming into town, and I better not be sick to see and hang out with her manana. I need a few beers, and gal pal time.
Like I said, Jedi Don’t Quit.
If My Brain Wasn’t Encased in my Skull Already…
To sum it all up, it’s been a rough week, and only to about to get a lot harder.
I’m having another minor surgery in less than 3 hours. More tissue samples need to be taken, and since this is the second time I’m going through this same procedure, they’re going a little deeper than before. To really see what’s going on with my body and the evil little strands that want to tear it apart.
Let’s just say I am not looking forward to my afternoon.
On top of that, I’ve been really flighty-minded, and have totally spaced on every important date I’ve needed to remember for the past couple weeks. So, of course, I forgot to ask for time off when my part-time “fun” job posted this week’s schedule, and I was out-of-town the whole previous weekend, leaving me absolutely no time to find someone to switch shifts with me.
So…I’m getting cut into and then have to stand on my feet for about 4 hours after that. I’m in for such a good sleep tonight. Any type of painkiller I can find, I’m going to be knocking it down the hatch, that’s for dang sure.
“My whole life has been absurd.”
The words of Holocaust survivor and post-minimalist sculptor, Eva Hesse. I’d have to agree with her. My life has been one bump, turn, and 180 flip since the beginning of time, and it’s going to stay that way. I just know it. I like to look at it as a curse and a blessing all wrapped into one big hug from the universe.
But I don’t want to think about the curses, I want to think about the good things. Like how I spent this past weekend cuddling the cutest toddlers anyone could ask for. Or how I was able to spend time with my brother and sisters, my mom and dad, and laugh and giggle like we used to when we all lived under the same roof. How I cried as I told them what might be happening with me, and how they all told me they were behind me no matter what happened.
Just thinking about it right now, I have tears threatening my eyes. I love my family, and God help anyone who tries to hurt them while I’m still living and breathing. A bit dramatic, maybe. But the meaning behind the words still stands the same whether I’m smiling as I say it or not.
A little behind the times (when am I not?) but here are the things that made my past week oh-so-fabulous, and I promise the next few times I come to share with you, you’ll find me in a much happier, more upbeat tone. That…I can promise. I don’t like feeling like a big bunch of yuck the moment I wake up. I just don’t. So…happier times ahead.
Here are my Fabulous Fridays:
Fabulous Proclamation:
Fabulous Fairy Tale Photograph:
Fabulous Feeling:
Fabulous Boots:
Fabulous Giggle:
Fabulous Theme:
Fabulous New Bag:
Fabulous Accessories:
Fabulous Laugh:
Fabulous Tumbler:
Fabulous Fall Look:
Fabulous Idea:
Fabulous DIY:
Fabulous Laugh Take 2:
I hope you all had a great weekend, and send the Force my way. I could use a little extra help in the next couple of hours, if you can spare the time to send a good thought my way.
We’re all busy people.
May the Force be with you.
Remember That One Time?
I woke up yelling at my alarm clock.
I know some people exaggerate and say they screamed at their alarm clock as they open their eyes in the wee hours of the morning. But I actually did. I screamed at it. Maybe I was in such a deep sleep I didn’t know what I was doing? The alarm sounded, I guess I started screaming…THEN I woke up and realized what was going on.
Weird, right?
When I managed to climb up the steps this morning to grab a cup of coffee as I got ready for the day (Two days at the gym, and I am already feeling it in my thighs. Hello, Stairs, who are now my mortal enemy!), my sister had to ask what was happening this morning in my living quarters of the house.
“Oh nothing much. Just woke up screaming at the alarm clock, that’s all.” “That’s all?” “Yeah, nothing to worry about.” “Did you have a nightmare or something?” “Naw. Just woke up screaming.” Then I began the long descent back down the stairs to where my hair dryer and closet of clothes waited for me.
Talk about your rough morning. Eh, it could be worse.
“All I want is to be more famous than anything or anyone.”
The short and sweet answer from Patsy Kensit, the British pop singer.
I’m right there with her. It’s the big conundrum of our race. How will I be remembered? Will I even be remembered after I’m gone? Will it be good enough to only be remembered by family and friends, whose memories of me will eventually be passed down so much, it fades with time until no one knows or remember my name, let alone my face?
It’s best to be immortalized. Enter the fame game. Do something outrageous, become rich, act your ass off, or hit the record number of home runs over and over again. Be remembered as the greatest of the great (Way to go, Michael Phelps. No one is going to forget you anytime soon. Not as long as the Olympics are played!)
Do I want to be remembered? Sure I do. Am I going to stretch myself as far as Achilles as so greatly told through the movie “Troy”? Probably not. I’m not rushing off into battle with my sword blazing, ready to take out an entire city, let alone an entire stretch of people.
My legacy will most likely be along the lines of Rose and Jack from “Titanic”. (Oh yes, another Titanic reference, here we come!) Rose didn’t even have a picture of the guy. He existed, as she said, in her memory.
What more proof did she need? She met the guy, fell in love with him, let him draw her nude, almost died alongside him, and revisited the nude drawing almost 80 years after the fact. (Hell, that portrait is going to be her legacy, and what a great one to leave behind! If I looked like Rose/Kate Winslet sans clothing, I’d be all over the nude drawing thing. In fact, I’m pretty sure I added that to my bucket list: “Be drawn in the nude by my lover just like in Titanic”. I know…I’m a bit obsessive.)
It’s interesting to see how people will be remembered for years to come, thanks for the internet. Nowadays, you can look up anybody you want, even people you have no idea about. It helps when you have special access to things, too, I try not to exploit that power too often. Simply by keeping this blog, people will be able to look back, see what I was doing a year ago from now, and know a bit about me.
The Jedi in me knows more than this physical, technological stuff. My spirit and what really makes me who I am will continue to live on through one thing, and it’s an important thing: the living Force. Everything is bound together, feeding off one another. The balance must stay in place, and when it’s my time to swap sides, and give my balance to the other side of life, so be it. I hope it’s not for quite some times yet, but given recent medical visits and test, things could be looking sketchy again.
I’m choosing to remain positive. It’s the only way to be.
And how better to keep a positive spin on things than by looking around for sources of inspiration, things that make me smile or stir up the resins in my cranium. Late from last week, we’re getting a double dose of Fabulous Fridays. Here’s one today, and the other is coming at you tomorrow. Enjoy (even if only for a few moments):
Fabulous End-Of-Summer Bite:
Fabulous Sandy Pup:
Fabulous Smile:
Fabulous Play on a Name:
Fabulous Bedroom Accessory:
Fabulous Truth:
Fabulous Make-Up:
Fabulous Brothers:
Fabulous Fall Print:
Fabulous Photo:
Fabulous Laugh:
Fabulous Barbie:
Fabulous Way Around Technology:
Fabulous Discovery:
Fabulous Film Men:
Now, don’t you feel better? If not, go fill up your coffee mug and stare at the Fabulous Film Men a few minutes longer. They are just so….yummy.
The weekend is almost here, where more adventures await this Jedi.
Until then, here’s a little more Josh Groban to brighten the day 🙂
Make It Deluxe…With the Mayo
As promised, here is a double-whammy of Fabulous Fridays from the last two weeks that I have failed to update and post.
I hope you enjoy, and take heart from Heidi Klum, the model for millions, and her wise words she offers:
“I jumped into the water with forty-five sharks without a cage in the Bahamas for a Discovery Channel show. That was a really good experience. I’m not saying that everyone should swim with sharks, but sometimes you have to jump over your own shadow in order to learn something that you will never forget for the rest of your life.”
Without further adieu, here is my deluxe Fabulous Friday!
Fabulous Smile:
Fabulous Decor Idea:
Fabulous Pup:
Fabulous French Detail:
Fabulous Idea:
Fabulous Pajamas:
Fabulous Invites:
Fabulous Sweatshirt:
Fabulous Dwight-ism:
Fabulous Laugh:
Fabulous (Flat Belly) Snack:
Fabulous Cake:
Fabulous Office Sign:
Fabulous Halloween Idea:
Fabulous Distinction: 
Fabulous Hairstyle:
Fabulous New Hobby:
Fabulous Quote:
Fabulous Baby Outfit:
Fabulous Table Decor:
Fabulous Highway Freak-Out:
Fabulous Creamer:
Fabulous New Pair of Shoes:
Fabulous Coffee Accessory:
Fabulous Smile Take 2:
Fabulous Confection:
Fabulous Bridal Bling:
Fabulous Reason to Run:
Fabulous Lion King Lesson:
Fabulous Bridal Party Memento:
Happy Midweek! Almost to Friday once again!
A Scandal, You Say?
Due to the hectic-ness of my past weekend, I once again neglected to share with you my Fabulous Friday’s.
Believe me when I say my Friday was quite wonderful, and they are only going to get better when I start getting into the swing of things with my new job. I can’t believe I am about to start the next big chapter in my life. A week from today I will leave the current job I’ve been working for a 1.5 years, and I will be starting an actual career job…at least a job that will give me an edge in the type of career path I imagine myself on. A week from today! Ahhh I can’t wait!
But the countdown has begun on when my last day at my current job will be. T-minus 4 days. I couldn’t be more excited. Every evening will not be dedicated to answering a phone or showing people where to go for dinner while they get to enjoy their evening out. I won’t have to worry about random people running in through our doors thinking we’re a church with handfuls of money to handout for their well-being and assistance. No more working parties where everyone is plastered within the first hour or so, and then the men continue to hit on me or try to catch a glimpse of something more down the front of my shirt.
No more, I say! Most of my evenings will be my own, as will be my weekends, and certain plans are already being set into motion for some Big Girl adventures now that I have available weekends. Let’s just say every adventure should be filled with passion of the heart, and let yourself experience it all for what it is and never, ever look back.
I’m growing into my adulthood, what can I say.
“I have often thought that I am the most clever woman that ever lived, and others cannot compare with me…Although I have heard much about Queen Vctoria…I don’t think her life was half so interesting and eventful as mine. I have 400,000,000 people dependent on my judgement.”
Those are the exciting words of Empress Dowager Cixi, a 19th century notable. Can you imagine ruling over that many people? Four hundred million! I can’t even grasp how large that number is in my head. If we’re talking dollar amounts, I know I’d be set for life with that large of a sum.
Come on, lucky lottery ticket!
The only royal I feel I can relate to (or at least pretend I know enough about in order to relate) is the Duchess of Cambridge herself. I know there’s more to being princess than always looking perfect, welcoming foreign visitors and political dignitaries with humility, gracious manners, and courteous smiles. It’s not about the clothes or appearing to be happy in the public eye. It’s volunteering, it’s putting a face to a much bigger cause.
It’s more than hospital visits, opening child care centers, or breaking dirt and being the center of a photo-op. Kate Middleton carries the burdens placed upon her well. I wouldn’t be complaining about a front row seat to every single Olympic event you wanted to attend. So what if she isn’t smiling in the photo plastered to her all-access pass? It’s protocol!
While i have no doubt Middleton leads a very exciting and eventful royal life (seriously, I’m super jealous of her Olympics access), but there are a few things she can’t do without it being labelled with a huge red stamp of SCANDAL. Me? Sure, it’ll be a scandal most likely, but I can get away with it and not have it splashed across the cover and Page 6 of every major publication in the world.
For now, at least.
Anyways, without much further ado, and it’s Monday so no one likes to read a novel length posting on a Monday, here are the reasons my latest edition of Friday was so freaking Fabulous:
Fabulous Look:
Fabulous Laugh:
Fabulous Moment:
Fabulous Worry:
Fabulous Trick:
Fabulous Office Space:
Fabulous Start to the Day:
Fabulous Secretary’s Daydream:
Fabulous Smile:
Fabulous Summer Lunch:
Fabulous Villan:
Fabulous Starbucks Complex:
Fabulous Wedding Gift:
Fabulous ‘Friends’ Moment:
Fabulous Challenge:
Happy Monday, boys and girls, and may you be treated like kings and queens of old in your relationships with those whom love you.
Unless your Han Solo and a scoundrel, and a very sexy scoundrel at that. Then, you have every right to treat me with a little more edge and finesse to your words.
But seriously.
Women should be treated like the princesses and queens we are, and in return, men will be rewards like kings.
Challenge accepted? I sure hope so!
The Modern Jedi 