A Letter to My Future Husband

I am waiting for you. I don’t know where you are or if we’ve met yet. One day, you’re going to walk into my life and I will understand why no other guy ever worked out. And all the heartbreak and loneliness will have been worth it.

I don’t know what you will look like on the outside but I carry a photograph of your soul in my heart. You are both gentle and sensitive while also being strong and tough. You are honest and honorable, passionate and patient. Above all you are fierce in loving and protecting those you care for.

 I should warn you that it will be difficult to get me to completely open up to you. It may take some time to break through the walls I’ve built around my heart. I’ve been burned by people that I trusted too many times. You will have a lot to prove. I’m asking you now to be patient with me.

I’m not expecting you to be perfect. I don’t need a knight in shining armor to sweep me off my feet and save the day. You won’t “complete” me. I am a complete and happy individual on my own. I need you to come alongside me and say, “We’re in this together. Through good or bad, we are an unbreakable team.” We will each be our own person but together we will be greater than the sum of our parts.

Together we will build something beautiful and amazing. We will be one of the great love stories of our generation. The kind of romance they write songs about. I know it won’t be easy or perfect but we’ll be in it together and we’ll create our own little world. We will raise our family completely immersed in love and support. I am content knowing that we will find each other when the time is right.

Aquaman – A DC Film Worth Seeing

Let me preface this by saying that I am not a big fan of DC movies. I’m more of a Marvel girl myself. Wonder Woman is the only one I absolutely love – I am obsessed with that particular cinematic masterpiece. The rest of DC’s attempts to mimic the success of the MCU have ranged from “meh, that was alright” to “ugh, that was horrendous” in my personal opinion. That being said, I just watched Aquaman and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I won’t say it’s as good as Wonder Woman but it is the first one to come close.

Aquaman gets two big things right that DC typically struggles with. First, this movie fully embraces the weirdness and impracticality of its source material. Is the concept believable? Hell no! but that’s the point. Superhero flicks aren’t supposed to be “realistic” and “gritty” – they’re supposed to be outlandish and fun and an escape from reality. Aquaman is escapist cinema at its finest, especially the underwater adventures. It’s also bright and colorful as opposed to drab and gray. The special effects are outstanding, of course; the world of Atlantis and the underwater creatures are breathtaking.

The second thing they got right with this movie is the casting. It felt as though each actor actually was their character. Nicole Kidman as Queen Atlanna and Dolph Lundgren as King Nereus are two of my favorites. It’s very clear that they both have been acting for a long time and each turned in a stellar performance. Temuera Morrison is not as famous as the other actors but his Tom Curry is outstanding. And the love story between Atlanna and Tom is epic. Amber Heard is of course both beautiful and badass as the leading lady Princess Mera. Which brings me to our leading man – Arthur Curry aka Aquaman, played of course by none other than Jason Momoa himself. Momoa perfectly inhabits his role and brings just the right amount of humor and attitude, not to mention badassery, to the character. Add his looks and charisma to the mix, and this man can do no wrong.

I’m not saying this movie was perfect – some of the characters felt a just bit one-dimensional and the plot drags a little in some spots – but it is far and away better than most of DC’s other movies and well worth a trip to the theater. Even if only to see a shirtless Jason Momoa kicking ass. What? I am a red-blooded woman after all. Happy viewing, y’all.

A Letter to My Ex

I don’t know what happened that caused you to go from “I want to spend the rest of my life with you” to blocking me on social media and changing your phone number. Although I’m never going to beg you or anyone to be in my life, I am still filled with unanswerable questions. Part of me wants to say that I don’t care but that’s not entirely true. I’m hurt and confused and I’d give almost anything to know what went wrong. Just for my own closure and peace of mind.

Were you just playing me from the beginning? Did you ever mean those things you said?  Or did you find someone willing to put out and decide you were no longer willing to wait for me? Were you angered by something I said or did? Did you just get tired of the long-distance relationship thing? Did your overbearing mother come between us?

Whatever you reason or reasons for ending us may have been, the way you did it is so wrong. You should have been man enough to tell me the truth straight up instead of just ghosting me. I deserve better than that – I was nothing but good to you. At the end of the day though, I guess that tells me more about your character than all the time we spent together. Walking away from all of this, there are three things that I know for sure. 1. I will be fine. It won’t be hard for me to get over someone who turned out to not be worth my time. 2. You’re the one losing out. I am amazing and worth pursuing and we could have been something really special. 3. Karma’s a bitch. Don’t come crying to me when you get what you deserve.

I could have loved you. We could have been an epic romance. Have a nice life.

Mr. Peabody and Sherman

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Mr. Peabody and Sherman. Beloved 60’s cartoon characters, reinvented for a new generation. Their 2014 animated film is a total riot. I don’t know if it stays true to the spirit of the original, but both my parents loved it. And they grew up watching the original, so I’d say that’s a pretty good endorsement.

Mr. Peabody is a dog. He is also a genius, business titan, inventor, scientist, gourmand, two-time Olympic medalist, and Sherman’s adoptive father. If a boy can adopt a dog, why can’t a dog adopt a boy? Mr. Peabody does everything he can to make sure that Sherman has a proper upbringing, even inventing a WABAC machine to travel through time. Together, they visit all sorts of interesting places in the past and meet all sorts of fascinating people. They also create a rift in the space-time continuum, with dire consequences if they can’t get it repaired.

Mr. Peabody and Sherman’s adventure begins on Sherman’s first day of school. His already advanced education and slightly know-it-all attitude don’t win any friends. In fact, he makes an enemy: Penny Peterson, a bratty girl who viciously picks on him. She even puts Sherman in a headlock and he retaliates by biting her on the arm. This results in child services being called in – in the form of Ms. Grunion. Imposing and arrogant, she believes a dog has no business adopting a boy and is determined to see that the court takes Sherman away from Mr. Peabody. This is the beginning of a series of misadventures including, but not limited to, Mr. Peabody throwing a dinner party for Mr. and Mrs. Peterson; Sherman and Penny traveling through time – without Mr. Peabody; Sherman crashing Leonardo da Vinci’s flying machine; Mr. Peabody fighting – and dying – in the Trojan War; and the creation of a tear in the space-time continuum. Mr. Peabody and Sherman tumble in and out of scrapes so fast, it made my head spin. It’s a wild, chaotic, hilarious ride – one well worth tagging along for.

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Christmas Gratitude

As I sit here listening to Christmas music, kept company only by my own thoughts, I can’t help but think of all the things I have to be grateful for this holiday season. My life has truly been blessed in more ways than I can count. No one’s life is perfect of course, but for those of us whose lives are good or even great, let’s each pause for a moment to reflect on our good fortune. And let us also be mindful of those not so fortunate as ourselves. This is a difficult time of year for many, and a smile or a kind word can go a long way for those with heavy hearts. Even for someone such as myself, who is more than content with her life, this is a bittersweet holiday – after all, this is only my third Christmas since the loss of my Mama.

Despite the losses and difficulties I may have gone through, I still have so very much to be thankful for and at the top of my list is my amazing family. They have been there for me through everything and have never let me down. Even when I have been less than lovable, they have continued to love me unconditionally. I know without a doubt that we will continue to be each other’s best friends, staunchest supporters, and biggest critics. Because at the end of the day, we are family, and that’s what family does. We fight and we make up, we always have each other’s backs, and we would do anything for one another. I am fortunate enough to be able to go home for Christmas this year and I can hardly wait.

As Christmas approaches, let’s all try to remember the people we love and are so grateful for. This is the true meaning of the season and the world could do with more Christmas gratitude and cheer – let’s share ours with those we meet. Merry Christmas, y’all!

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Attention From Guys

Growing up, I was very much a tomboy. Unequivocally and unashamedly. I had zero interest in “girlie” things. Makeup, hair products, and cute outfits weren’t for me. (See my post Finding My Sense of Style for more on this.) I was also a late bloomer, physically, and have always looked several years younger than my actual age. Is it any surprise that I got no attention from guys as a teen? Or even into my early twenties actually. Didn’t really bother me though as I had little interest in them either. Part of being such a late bloomer, I guess – I didn’t “discover” boys until much later than my peers. Right after I started taking an interest in my physical appearance.

But it wasn’t until the past 12-18 months or so that guys started noticing me. And the past 6 months have been downright crazy. There are several factors that play into this, I’m sure, but the one that I believe is the biggest influence is my new-found confidence. I’m no longer the shy, reserved girl I once was. Or at least not as shy and reserved, I should say. I now know my own strengths and capabilities and that knowledge has translated into a surge of self-confidence. Finally believing that I am not ugly has also done wonders for my self-esteem.

I have to say, being considered desirable feels pretty darn good. Having said that though, there were still some walls up that didn’t allow anyone to get too close. I think part of that was due to the nature of my last relationship, which was never healthy even when I thought things were good. Part of that was also because of the shy, sheltered kid I used to be. And it feels amazing to have found someone who was willing to push past my barriers and make the effort to know the real me. Because as much as I love being attractive to many guys, being desired and pursued by one is an unbelievable experience. And the best part of all? He showed up when I least expected it. I guess there really is Someone looking out for me.


Myself, the Hat Lady

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Everything old is new again. A cliché, but still true. One trend that I am very happy to see new again is the wearing of hats. I have two accessories that I’m completely crazy for: hats and rings. I simply adore hats. All shapes, all styles, all occasions. My personal hat collection is still relatively new. I’ve started with the basics – a fedora, a wide-brim, a trilby, a few baseball and cadet caps, etc. in primarily neutral colors. I expect my collection will continue to grow over the years and will eventually include a greater variety of styles and colors. I guess you could call me the hat lady.

I’ve always loved hats. One thing that held me back for a long time was lack of confidence. Unsure if I could pull hats off or what types would work for my face shape or hairstyle, it took me a while to actually take the plunge and buy my first hat. And even once I had a few, it took me a while to feel comfortable wearing them – I was very self-conscious for a while. My first hat was a brown felt fedora. Which is actually an excellent choice for a first hat. But I just got lucky there – starting out, I knew next to nothing about different hat styles. I’ve picked up a little bit of knowledge here and there but I still feel incredibly ignorant on the topic. Another great choice for a first hat is the trilby, which is similar to a fedora but with a smaller brim that’s turned up in the back and turned down in the front. Trilby hats look good on just about anyone.

My personal pet peeve when it comes to shopping for hats, especially online, is the inconsistency and downright inaccuracy of the descriptions. I’m not gonna lie, most of my hats have come from Amazon – you can’t beat their prices or selection. But I’ve seen hats that had both “porkpie” and “floppy sun hat” in their names. And there are even hats listed as fedoras when they are in fact straw mushroom hats. We seem to have lost our knowledge of hat styles and etiquette when hats fell out of everyday use. This is both good and bad, I think. The knowledge isn’t really lost – it’s still there, we just have to look harder for it. But also, since we’re no longer locked into the “do’s and don’ts” of proper hat-wearing, we can kinda make up our own rules as we go. Thank God for Pinterest.

In short, I love both wearing and learning about hats. And while I have many interests, this one is particularly special to me. It’s important, I feel, to have things that are special to us, whether it be certain activities or topics of study or actual things. These things are what makes each one of us different and what helps us find our own sense of identity. For me, being a hat lady is a very important part of my identity.