Blow, blow, thou winter wind

Amiens:

"Blow, blow, thou winter wind,

Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;" As You Like It

 Oh, no, snow! You've ruined my weekend to the core. Likewise, you've ruined my sanity!

Ok, so part of my weekend was ruined because of my own behavior (sorry Han-Sam) and subsequent illness all of yesterday. Regardless, tonight was supposed to be epic and tomorrow was supposed to be a fun-date with my ladies. What do I get instead? Inches of snow and, most likely, an extra 5 pounds. Whatever, let's look at things from the shiny side of the snowflake (terrible metaphor? I blame the snow!)

Anyhoo - good stuff that happened because of the snow:

1. Spent the day with my family & the love.

2. Baked monkey bread - ate monkey bread - gained 5 pounds of monkey-bread-love handles!

3. Stayed in my jammies all toasty and warm all day!

4. Felt a bit more Christmas-excitement thanks to the Christmas music playing all day long.

5. Watched an awful movie and didn't feel guilty about not doing work! Hooray!

6. Took an hour nap on the couch. Couch-naps are the greatest!

7. Ate delivery veggie pizza. There is nothing greater than eating a pizza and having it delivered to you. I should have just had someone feed it to me.

8. Have had a no makeup, hair-in-a-bun, scummy looking Lady kind of day - and I like it!

9. Watched the puppies frolicking in the snow! They were the cutest!

10. Smelled the sweet scent of cinnamon & spruce thanks to the season.

Ok, so I guess the snow isn't THAT bad. I just better not be stuck in here all day tomorrow or this cabin fever is going to become a true epidemic!

Ho-Ho-Ho,

The Lady

They Say Do Never Live Long

"So wise so young, they say do never live long."

King Richard III (III, i, 79)

While it is the holiday season, and I've had a fabulous weekend of family, friends and my love, I can't help but think of those we've lost.

In the past 6 years I have seen two wonderful men leave this earth way too early. One was in grad school and the other was working and "living the dream" of a bachelor. Both died in car accidents.One story remains a mystery and the other was killed by a drunk driver. Their stories ended far before their time and, every year at this time, I am reminded of them.

Christmas lights put me over the edge. Tonight, as I drove past rows of houses cheerily decorated with colorful orbs, I remember seeing those very lights and being told "he passed away." Christmas lights, so beautiful and happy, remind me of those two very souls who were taken from their families during the holidays. They will never get to hold their loved ones, decorate their trees, smell the chilly air, unwrap presents, get frustrated over crowded malls and taste delicious Christmas cookies. They won't, but I will. I will do all these things and, as much as I can, with a smile in honor of these two men.

Remember why this is the season.
Remember there are those who are lost and lonely.
Remember we can celebrate, while others cannot.
Just, remember...

Tis' the season,

~The Lady~

What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks

But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
Romeo And Juliet Act 2, scene 2, 2–6

Sometimes, we all need a little light coming through our window to remind us that, even though today is dreary, tomorrow will be better.  While my light isn't "Juliet" it is the forthcoming weekend. I know its only Monday, but I need to look forward to feel better about today!


Light Through My Window:

It is raining outside and I am tired, but this weekend brings a formal with my lovely boyfriend. I am so excited to get all pretty and dance the night away.  


Holiday music is playing, Christmas lights are going up and the Holiday season is upon us. I love giving gifts and thinking of people in a joyful and reflective manner for all of December. I love this time of year, because we no longer take each other for-granted. 


I have great friends. The end. 


We got a new dog who is slowly becoming a family member.


January brings new, and old, resolutions. This is the time to make changes that make me better for myself and better for others. 


New Moon is out and I think all the Twi-Hards will be out of the theaters and I can officially see it without their screams...or can I? 


The great hair-dye debate rages. Regardless, it is exciting to decide whether or not I will turn brunette or red-headed. For now, still blonde.


My friends from work are throwing a  "30s" themed party. I've already bought a Bonnie & Clyde-esque dress and cannot wait to dance with my love in his pin-stripe suit while my lips glisten in deep red. 


That is all for now. What are you excited for? What brings you some light on this rainy day?

~The Lady~

What Men Dare Do!

Claudio:"O, what men dare do! What men may do! What men daily do, not knowing what they do!"Much Ado About Nothing (IV, i, 19-21)
This is my life....

So, I decided to take a professional course on philosophy and satire for a professional development day. Oh boy, did I learn alot. While everyone was acting like the adults they were, I pretended to be an adult. On the inside, I was giggling and freaking out like a child.

Why? Well, because although I thought I'd be learning about Satire we had read "Plato's Symposium" which explores love. Most of these love ideas came from how Ancient Greeks thought the love between man and man was the highest form of love. Each older man would have a young boy to teach and receive, ya know, "wisdom" *wink*wink*! Today, very pervy sounding - old man, little boy...creeeppppy!

The man-on-man love wasn't the funny part. Thats actually cool. Yay Gay Rights! Isn't America a democracy based on neoclassic tradition? Well, then. We should give homosexuals the right to get married. Highest form of love, hello!

The funny part was having my 60+ professor explain to us that Ancient Greeks thought small penises made for a more manly man! When did that tradition change? Also, in a male-dominant society I'm sure the women never got to say "Oh, sorry....I would like the big peen, thanks!"

And, with that, I giggled on the inside as this educated man explained how big peeners were considered "animalistic" and belonged to half-man half-goat people. Interesting. Hercules - tiny peener. Zeus - itty bitty thing. So, cheers to that I guess. How awkward is my life though? I would choose this course.

I should've just picked something tame like British Literature....I wonder what their thoughts are on size.


 ~The Lady~

Twilight on the Toilet

This might be T.M.I, so stop if you are prudish....

For those who are notfaint of heart, the other day I was in the bathroom and, all of a sudden, I noted the distinct stare of a pair of eyes. I was ashamed, awkward and very worried as I realized whose glowing eyes stared back at me.

No, not Walter Cronkite or K.Stew! Robert, *sigh*, oh Robert. There he was, Robert Pattinson, staring at me in all his "messy" glory. I bought this magazine months ago and it found its way to the bathroom. I've read the articles about 65 times and, somehow, he was the top magazine, in the basket, aside the sink that stared at me whilst I was on the potty. I guess my Dad was interested in Robert's messy affairs, because I haven't brought this mag to the top in a long time.

Regardless, how shamed was I? Robert Pattinson had now seen me and my nether-regions! I would've apologized, if he hadn't been in the form of a magazine picture. Everytime something like this happens, I think of Harry Potter's world where pictures come to life. If that were true, how weird would it be for Robert to be, red-faced and awkward as ever, staring back at me in the loo. I imagined the conversation would go something like this:

Robert (all awkward and British): Oh, uh, sorry, uh, uh, uh, I'll just...(as he turns away).

Me (all awkward and American): Oh my all that is good and glorious!! ROBERT PATTINSON! It is an honor. I love your work.

Robert (trying to not look at my hoo-ha): Well, thanks, uh (runs fingers through his own hair 32 times just to make sure it doesn't look managed). Maybe you should, uh, uh, uh...

Me (realizing I am half-nude and compromised on the potty): OH MY GOSH! Silly me! So, how's your messy love life going?

Robert: Uh, uh, well, uh, (awkward laugh), uh, you know. 

Things would end there, I hear Robert is quite shy, and I would awkwardly kiss his picture's face. He would be more awkward, run his hands through his hair 62 more times) and run out of the magazine cover leaving me only with K.Stew. who'd be saying something ridiculous that I'd have to decode later.

*Sigh*

If only our magazine covers came to life. Time to get a new magazine. Next up, Taylor Lautner (bow-chica-wow-wow).

To bathroom friends,

~The Lady~

Sick Realizations

First and foremost, my day turned around greatly on Tuesday. I even got a whole new blouse for free! Thanks for your concern!

Secondly, now I am sick. Boo.

In this congested, sniffly-time I've been doing quite some over-the-counter-drug-induced thinking. My chest feels congested, my nose is stuffed and I cannot smell/taste. Clarity through the junk that my body is filled with is an interesting concept, but one I am growing to love/hate. I love that I have a clear mind, but I hate that I am sick. Anyway, here is the thought: no one else matters. 

I've probably been jealous of others 85% of my life. I've feigned and pretended I was above it all, but I haven't been. I read things, I watch stuff and I languish in the materials, values and joys of others. I want her outfit, his car, her life and his skill. I want, I want and I want. I can't get enough of what others have.

It's time to empty it all out. It's time to stop wanting and focus on what I have, what I can give and who I am. No one else matters. No one's rules can take over my life so much that I ruin myself wanting, trying so much harder to reach some ideal of perfection that can't be reached. I want to make my own perfection.

So who am I?

I am messy, careless, sarcastic and rude.
I am anxious, excited and calm.
I am spiritual, thoughtful and emotional.
I am reflective, apologetic and forgetful
I am lazy, hard working and trying.
I am loving, frightened and kind.
I am so many things one blog can't express, one entry can't hold.

Who are you? Tell me a bit about you. In sharing, we may all find clarity, or not. At least, we'll get to talking about what really matters - ourselves and no one else.

Enjoy what you have & who you are :)
~The Lady~

Had a Bad Day

"When life hands you lemonades, run home screaming in horror because even life is telling things are looking sour" - a Lady original piece.

9:37 a.m and this is already shaping up to be an epic-fail kind of day.

• First of all, the Phillies played a fantastically exciting game until 12 last night. I am a Grandma in so many ways that staying up until 12 has now hit me hard. Staying up has hit me harder than a Suzuki hitting a defenseless woman crossing the street. I am feeling the pain. 
  
• My eyes are burning. A combination of "I need new contacts" and "I lack sleep" have turned into "I can't open my eyes properly.
• My new blouse, out of the blue, decided that its sleeve would rip open. It was such a cute blouse. I have thrown out the receipt, and, thusly, will have to live with the rip. For the bones I spent on this bad-boy, I really deserve and entirely new shirt. SERIOUSLY. Look how cute it is! Thank the Lord I have this sweater to cover the holey-situation. RIP precious tunic top. You served me well. Alright, you served me for about an hour and then your seams pooped out on life. 
• I have a tummy ache. I just want to crawl into child's pose, drink some ginger-ale and call it a day.
• A co-worker, who I don't really know well, walked by me and giggled as if I'd said something funny, but I hadn't. She then proceeded to giggle, correct herself and move on. I haven't moved on because I am fairly certain she was just laughing at me. Awesome. 
• Someone said to me the following dreaded phrase: "You look tired." Stick a fork in me, I'm done. Jeez. Saying someone "looks tired" encompasses so many insults. Not only do you look sleep-deprived, you have bags under your eyes proving this fact. Not only did you probably not get sleep, and feel generally crappy, your face, body and (ripped) outfit all prove the fact that you are a waste of life right now. 
• It's Tuesday. Not Friday. Not even close. I woke up thinking it was Thursday (who knows why) and was sadly mistaken.
  
• Finally, the cafeteria is playing "PINK's greatest hits" - while I appreciate a good Pink song every now and again, 80 minutes of this has sent me, officially, over the deep end.

Lady, 0, Life 7.

Trying to make some lemonade out of life's lemons,


~The Lady~