Hello Darlings!
Yes the Fab has abandoned you. Mary has been busy and horrible and ... well, the Fab doesn't want to talk about that.
The Fab does want to mention that spring is that time when lots of weddings occur. It is no coincidence just prior to that, expensive, carefully prepared, hand addressed insults (wedding invitations) arrive. You see darlings, my alter ego lives in one of those non traditional thingys with the crabby guy. Shrug.
Fifteen years.
Now, most everyone that knows CG, knows Mary just as well. Everyone also knows that most men never go to weddings unless poked and prodded, nagged at and possibly hog tied and dragged to the event. Of course the Fab is right.
Back to the expensive insults. Wedding invitations invaribly arrive addressed to: C.G. and Guest - or worse - C.G. on the outside envelope, and Guest inside. Now, the Fab has to tell you that anyone that knows CG well enough to invite him to a wedding also knows that gift shopping, wrapping and sending will not be performed by him. Ever. He won't appear at the "event" without the effort of "and Guest" either.
The Fab has no doubt that some twisted form of etiquette demands that invitations be addessed as insults to the person that will be spending the time and money to respond in the polite manner.
Usually the Fab counsels (and her alter-ego disregards the counsel) that the insult invitation be ignored (it is easier and cheaper). Recently one arrived that is so egregious that Fab is advising that her alter ego buy a gift, send it well ahead of time, with the gift card signed "and Guest".
Etiquette be damned, the Fab is sick of it.
Wednesdom - Ideas
Men die but an idea does not.
~ Alan J. Lerner
The Street Where I Live - My Fair Lady
God Love Ya Susan Boyle!
Now it is time.
A few weeks ago I posted something that my mother once said that I didn't understand because I was young and it was one of those things that youth cannot comprehend. My Mom declared once (the world) was erasing her. I said at the time that there was an essay in there somewhere. I was right about the essay, I was wrong as to who would be the author.
Have your heard about Susan Boyle have you seen her video? Susan is a 47 year old woman from a small place living a simple life and allowing herself a small dream. She lived her life and dreamed her dream, but never got the chance to make it come true. Then, she earned herself a chance on "Britan's Got Tallent" the British equivalent of "American Idol". Through her pre-interviews and as she stood before the judges, the catcalls from the audience and the eyerolls from the judges were all attempts to erase her. She was too old, she wasn't beautiful, she wasn't supposed to dare to want to be there. They were all trying to erase her.
Susan Boyle didn't let that happen. She believed in herself and despite everyone's clear expectation that she was going to make a sad mess of her chance, she sang a difficult masterpiece of a song and brought the audience to their feet and tears to the world's eyes.
Thank you, Thank you, Susan Boyle. Your courage and your voice will carry many other women out of the hell that they are living and give them back the courage to follow their dreams.
God Love Ya Susan Boyle! Sing!
A few weeks ago I posted something that my mother once said that I didn't understand because I was young and it was one of those things that youth cannot comprehend. My Mom declared once (the world) was erasing her. I said at the time that there was an essay in there somewhere. I was right about the essay, I was wrong as to who would be the author.
Have your heard about Susan Boyle have you seen her video? Susan is a 47 year old woman from a small place living a simple life and allowing herself a small dream. She lived her life and dreamed her dream, but never got the chance to make it come true. Then, she earned herself a chance on "Britan's Got Tallent" the British equivalent of "American Idol". Through her pre-interviews and as she stood before the judges, the catcalls from the audience and the eyerolls from the judges were all attempts to erase her. She was too old, she wasn't beautiful, she wasn't supposed to dare to want to be there. They were all trying to erase her.
Susan Boyle didn't let that happen. She believed in herself and despite everyone's clear expectation that she was going to make a sad mess of her chance, she sang a difficult masterpiece of a song and brought the audience to their feet and tears to the world's eyes.
Thank you, Thank you, Susan Boyle. Your courage and your voice will carry many other women out of the hell that they are living and give them back the courage to follow their dreams.
God Love Ya Susan Boyle! Sing!
It is going to rain, no it won't, maybe it will, it is going to rain ...
Ok, Darlings. It did rain. Darlings, Fabiola is out on a jobsite with Mary. Fabiola got to go-with because she flung herself into the bed of the pick-up as Mary was pulling out of the driveway. Oh, she thought that the Fab wouldn't be awake as it was 3 am. It is a known fact that figments never sleep. I, Fabiola can't believe that Mary doesn't know that.
Well, to retaliate, Mary made me ride on the top of the floater. Fabiola loved the view! Ha! That will teach her. But today it rained, so Fabiola got to stay on the ground.
Just a quick update Darlings.
Oh, and PK? The Fab can't read your blog and can't remember your email so she can't resort to appropriate clandestine electronic groveling to acquire permission. Appropriate and Fabiola hmm two words that almost never proximate. It must be the rain.
Well, to retaliate, Mary made me ride on the top of the floater. Fabiola loved the view! Ha! That will teach her. But today it rained, so Fabiola got to stay on the ground.
Just a quick update Darlings.
Oh, and PK? The Fab can't read your blog and can't remember your email so she can't resort to appropriate clandestine electronic groveling to acquire permission. Appropriate and Fabiola hmm two words that almost never proximate. It must be the rain.
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