Wednesday, October 21, 2009

A day not so fabulous

Dear y'all,

As much as I love all things fabulous, every now and then I just need "one of those days". A day for sweats and no make up, and that's about the extent of it. Today, I took a vacation day. Sometimes you just need a mid-week vacation day to re-group. Not that I needed to re-group completely, but just to wind down a little because the weekends have become so hectic. See, every weekend from now until Thanksgiving is booked solid. This weekend, I'm judging a pageant and visiting with my Aunt Carla, from Savannah, who's judging with me. Next weekend, I'm off to Virginia for a lot of nostalgia and even more wine with my old roomie from CA, Jen (yay!). The weekend after that, my cousin Britain is getting married in Atlanta, and the following weekend, I and the other siblings will be at Mama's to, once and for all, get our old stuff out of her storage building and have a big 'ol yard sale. She has politely informed us that she'd like her space back and that we are grown-ass adults and to get our own space to store all of our crap that we do not want in our homes or sell it. And the weekends continue on like this.

So, as I woke up this morning, to Wesley (my cat) having his morning playtime (i.e. freaking the heck out!), I considered my options: get out of bed, or just burrow down in to the middle with the comforter wrapped all around and watch TV for hours until it was time to get up to cook dinner.

About that time, the internet called. It missed me. It needed me to read the news, Perez Hilton, Msnbc, The Huffington Post and Dear Abby (because who doesn't love Dear Abby?). It also beckoned me to Tweet, comment to friends' Facebook status's, vote for AC Pup so that he could win $1M for our local animal shelter, respond to emails, and work on a blog or two.

Hi, my name is Tammy Spires. And I'm an internet addict.

After I had my "fix", I considered what to do next. So I picked up around the house a little, and played with Wesley.

(Side note: Have you ever had a cat that was obsessed with his litter box? Each time I go near the thing, he's all "What are you doing to my poop? Seriously. It's my poop". And I'm all "Dude, I need to scoop it". And he's all "Just be careful with it" and I'm all "OK! I promise!". Y'all, he can be in a dead sleep two rooms away, and if he hears me scooping, he runs to the restroom like I'm about to kidnap the poop and keep it for myself. He follows me from the litter box to the toilet then watches it go bye-bye when I flush. It's almost funny to watch him because he actually STARES AT THE POOP with this totally pitiful look about him - like, goodbye, my friend. He has been known to try to get in to the box and LAY IN IT to stop me from trying to scoop the poop. Boy's got some issues. I'm just sayin'.)

Anyway... Once Wesley was all happy and peachy and seeing Starburst rainbows, I thought ok -- what now? By then I was a little munchy, and actually considered a quick roadtrip up to Atlanta for the sole reason of getting a Chipotle burrito. I will drive up there just to get one, eat it, then drive back. I am not even kidding. I have been known to do that in the past. The closest Chipotle restaurant is an hour and 15 minutes north of here, in Buckhead (Atl). After a few minutes of serious consideration, I settled on a gyro from Papouli's Mediterranean Cafe' and Market, our local Greek restaurant.

Excellent choice, as their chicken gyro is to die for! And the day has been perfect with beautiful skies and the perfect temperature to sit outside and eat.

Afterwards, I returned a movie that Blockbuster was about to charge me for because I never take them back on time. Then on to PetSmart, where I got all kinds of goodies for Wesley - including a new, covered, litter box! He is going to be so excited (you know, that whole obsession with his poop thing). I have also picked out his and Tater's (my little doggie) Christmas presents. Her, new clothes. Him, a bad ass scratching/climbing post that has 4 levels. I have no idea where to put that thing when I get it. I have a sunroom, and I think the corner, by one of the windows will be an excellent spot for it.

By this time, it's pushing on 4pm, so we head on back to the house. I become lazy once again, and vegg out on the couch, watch a little TV, and take some meat out of the fridge to thaw out for dinner... spaghetti. Yum!

Afternoon cocktails are on the horizon, then dinner, then more vegging out on the couch until bedtime.

So, I think my not-so-fabulous-day turned out to be just fabulous after all - even when traveling through the day with no makeup, no heels and no "do". Just a ponytail under a Raiders hat, tennis shoes, and sweats. I rested, shopped, ate, entertained Wesley, rested some more, will be having drinks and cooking dinner shortly and then a little wind-down time before preparing for work tomorrow.

Yeah... I guess it was pretty fabulous.

Sparkles 'n kisses!



Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Where The Wild Things Are

Dear y'all,

As most of you are probably aware by now, the movie "Where The Wild Things Are" is out at the theaters, and doing great, I might add!

When I first saw the previews, I was all excited because I'd read that book MANY, MANY times during my childhood. As a matter of fact, over the years, I've pulled it out of storage and read it just because it was such a magical story. So, naturally, once I found out there was a movie coming out, I immediately knew that I had to find my childhood book and read it.

See, when I was just learning to read, Mama got me in to a book club so that I could read all about fantasy lands and princesses and wonderful creatures and Aesop's Fables and curious monkey's and elephant's named Babar and all that fun stuff. But, "Where The Wild Things Are" was just the best.

(Side note: When I saw the previews, I was all "Oh my God, I loved that book when I was little! I'm surprised they made a movie out of it because I didn't think many people had even heard of that book", and my friend was all "Are you serious?", and I'm all "Yeah!", and he's all "Tammy, every freakin' body read that book when they were little", and I was "Get Out!". I seriously did not know that it was such a popular book. I swear to God, I didn't. I have no clue how that little fact got past me.)

Well, this past Sunday, while at my parents house, I started tearing through all of Mama's "store stuff" places in the house, looking for "Where The Wild Things Are" because I wanted to read it to my niece, Zhen, along with some other of my childhood books. I could still see, very clearly, what the cover of that little hardback looked like:

Of course, you know me and my luck, I couldn't find it. I have a sneaky suspicion that I took the book years ago and have subsequently lost it during cross-country moves, or something like that. I was terribly upset... as was Mama because I had completely destroyed two bedrooms and a suitcase looking for it. Yes, I said suitcase. She has some of those many books stored in an old suitcase that is never used except to store things like that under the bed. (Hey, don't knock it - it works. It's perfect for under-the-bed storage because you can just grab the handle and pull and voilĂ  - there it is.)

Anyway, as I said, I couldn't find the book but we're hoping it's still somewhere in the house or storage building. Time will tell. In the meantime, I did come across some of my other favorites from my childhood that I was able to read to Zhen and she just adored them!

("The Cookie Tree")

("Miss Suzy" and "It Was a Short Summer, Charlie Brown")

("How Fletcher Was Hatched" and "The Terrible Thing That Happened at Our House")

But one of my most awesome ones was this one, that I didn't read to Zhen, but if she ever becomes one, I'm totally gonna compare hers to the old one I had from about 35-ish years ago:


Oh, I so loved being a Brownie and I read this book all the time! Although I never made it to being a Girl Scout (by then my tomboy-ish-ness had kicked in), I did get to sell the Girl Scout cookies and my Daddy couldn't have been happier because, to this day, he totally has a love affair with Thin Mints.

Hope y'all enjoy "Where The Wild Things Are" and it takes you to that wonderful time in your childhood when everything was just magical!

Sparkles 'n kisses!!!



Thursday, October 15, 2009

I'll have my people call your people

Or maybe not.

I thought I was about to have a very small taste of that 15-minutes-of-fame-thing, but was not meant to be. Read on:

Some of y'all might remember back in April '08 when I blogged about a sweet gal, by the name of Mitch McCabe, who contacted me through MySpace, and subsequently interviewed me for a documentary that she was doing about anti-aging and what people will do/are doing to combat the aging process.

You can read my blog about it here (entitled "Everyone Has Their 15 Minutes") for the full story. I spent a few hours in front of the camera being interviewed, then we went to lunch and talked futher. She was a sweet gal, really laid back. She asked some great questions and was really knowledgeable about the story she wanted to tell.

Well, it looks like the time has come. The film/documentary is complete and it looks to be very good. Yay! She titled it "Youth Knows no Pain" (Better Living Through Plastic Surgery).

(That's Mitch on the poster!)

I asked her to let me know when she completed it and she kept in touch periodically on her progress with the film. One of her most recent emails, unfortunately, said that I had ended up on the cutting room floor. (*GASP* What??? Oh, the horror!!!) But, I had also asked her to let me know if I made it in, or was cut. Oh well... such is the business (yeah, because I just know so much about "the business"!) But I did appreciate her letting me know.

I think I will email her and see if I can get my hands on the footage of me...just to see how it turned out. Although she did mention in her email that the dvd (which I will be purchasing when it's available) may carry some extra footage and I may be in that.

Anyway, I received an email tonight that Mitch's documentary is complete, so I went to check it out. And I'm very proud of the end result.

Check out the trailer here as it premiered on HBO back on August 31st, which I somehow missed, and will be playing at the Sacramento Documentary Film Festival next weekend (Oct 24th) Once you're at the site, click on "Trailer" at the bottom of the screen. You can also read about her by clicking on "About" (like y'all didn't already know that.)

Even though I didn't make it in to the film, I'm very excited about it and just knowing that I was part of the process is still pretty neat. And I'm proud of the job she did.

Awesome job, Mitch!

You go girl!


Wednesday, October 14, 2009

All coked up...

...ok not really.

My blog is about Coke...not that coke.

(Side note: My beautiful and wonderful and perfect Mama probably just fell out of her seat upon reading that blog title. I can hear her now: "Oh Lord, Wayne...I cannot believe she just wrote that"! Sorry Mama!)

Anyway, as I mentioned in my last blog, my old friend, Ron, is visiting Atlanta this week. He's from California, where I originally met him, and now lives in Texas. So he came in a couple days early so that we could get together and catch up on what's been going on in our lives.

Since he's never really seen Atlanta, but didn't have a lot of time to spare before he needed to get ready for the conference, he decided he wanted to see the World of Coca Cola. I figured, what the hell, I'd go with since I'd never been there and I AM FROM GEORGIA!

I mean, if YOU'RE FROM GEORGIA, you should've seen it by now! And since I was being so judgemental against my fellow Georgians who have not seen the place, I figured I'd better take myself off of that list.

Let me just tell you right now -- you have to see this place. I swear to God, you will literally act like a little child running loose in the candy store. I am not even kidding. Now Ron, being more reserved in public than I, remained calm. Although, I believe I detected a little bit of child-like excitement when he got to the Coke store. (Just sayin...).

Our visit was short but fun. Didn't do a whole lot, we were both tired. Him, from the flight. Me, from being up late the night before. So on Saturday, we hit a little sports bar for a bite to eat, then watched the FL/LSU game (?). I think that was the game. Then Sunday, before heading to the WofC, he got his Waffle House/grits fix because they don't have Waffle House's hear him. (Heehee! Gotta love Waffle House!)

So anyway, as promised, I brought back some presents, so I hope you enjoy them!

(World of Coca Cola - smack dab in the middle of downtown Atlanta - at the edge of Centennial Park. I'm very proud of this shot I got - kinda futuristic-like, don't ya think?)

(Some, of tons, of memorabilia.)

(The Coca Cola bear! He was giving hugs! Me loves him!)

(More memorabilia...)

(One of the many ad posters they had)

(Only PART of the wall of Olympic pins they've had over the years)

(Only PART of the wall that showed all the different products they make - world wide.)

(....if you're a Tony Stewart fan.)

(Their various Olympic torches - the one from the '96 Olympic Games held in Atlanta is the one in the lower left area of the picture.)

(A few of the Coke machines they've had over the years.)

(Ron in front of.... what else???)


There was just SO. MUCH. STUFF. If I posted all the pix, you'd be here all night and I just ain't gonna do that to ya!

It was just a lovely day with a great friend.

Sparkles 'n kisses!

Saturday, October 10, 2009


Dear y'all,

Just a quick note to say I won't be posting (I don't think) until either Sunday night or Monday night. Gotta busy weekend/week ahead.

Headed to Atlanta today to see one of my old friends from California that I hung out with while I lived there. Ron is a great friend, a complete darling and I just love him to pieces and he's in town for business. How can I not go visit friends when they're visiting my state? Anyway, I met him through my friend, Jen, who was my roommate back in the day when we were all living in CA. They were good friends a long time before my fabulousness arrived in CA, then he and I became pretty good friends as well. Kim, Chey and I even played on the Pac Bell (?) co-ed softball team with him one year because they needed extra players and I am totally the first person you think of when athletics are involved! (not!) He and I have visited once since I left CA in 2000, when he flew out, about 5 yrs ago, to Ohio when I lived there so that he could go visit the Rock 'n Roll Hall of Fame and the Football Hall of Fame (both in OH). So today and tomorrow, I'll be showing him around "The ATL" and doing the tourist thing....seeing the Coke plant, etc. Places that not even I have been to. I'll also be taking him around to some of my fave spots for dinner or drinks.

For those of you who followed my blogs at MySpace (before I came here to Blogger/Blogspot), you know that when I'm on a road trip, I like to bring back presents (in the form of pictures)!

So enjoy your weekend and when you come back here, I'll have a few presents for you!

Sparkles 'n kisses!

Friday, October 9, 2009

The Daily Fabulous

"How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being". --Oscar Wilde

Thursday, October 8, 2009

"You can't have roots and wings"

That quote is from one of my favorite (and cutest) movies: "Sweet Home Alabama".

I was raised in a small town in South Georgia. I won't even say the name, because if you're not from, or around, there, you don't know where it's at anyway. My parents still live in the same neighborhood/house that we lived in when we first moved there when I was in 7th grade. (Side note: I was actually born in another town, and that's my hometown, but it's not my "home" town.) There's really not much to do there. It's your typical small town. Everyone knows everyone. Growing up, all I wanted to get out of there as fast as I could.

And I did just that. After I graduated, I was gone within two weeks. My life took several different paths at that point. I married, divorced, then decided I'd leave the state. I had no one to answer to and no children. I saw my chance. I promptly moved to San Francisco, California. And that's where my life began to get really interesting and fun.

I met, and befriended, some great people out there - some of us still keep in touch. All of us were from different walks of life. It's also where I found my "far-away-home". They accepted me out there. I was still Tammy From Georgia, but I was allowed to just be "me". I had a great job, a couple of great apartments, and ever better friends. I gambled in Vegas, visited Los Angeles, learned to snowboard (and gambled) in Lake Tahoe, visited Napa Valley (several times), watch the Oakland A's, ate at some of the finest restaurants, saw some of the finest plays, met some bad ass drag queens, went to the E.E. Ball (my Mother would be horrified!), Sears Point Raceway to see Jeff Gordon kick ass, and saw other places and visited other sites around the state. Jen and I had legendary Halloween parties, and gatherings in general. Kim and I partied and danced up a storm at the top clubs in town. I loved everything about California. They have a whole different set of rules there.

After my Great-Grandmother ("Gramp") and Grandfather ("Granddaddy Folds") passed away within a year of one another, I thought it best that I get closer to home. Those last minute cross-country flights are expensive, ya know. I also, by then, had the first of two nephews and a niece being born and I didn't want to miss out on their growin up. I found my "out" (although I did not want to leave CA), in that my company was moving its home office to Ohio.

Now, let me just say this right now. I never said to myself growing up "I want to live in Ohio". Who says that? Nevertheless, I moved with the company to Columbus, Ohio and ended up loving it -- and The Ohio State Buckeyes. I met, and dated, a Frenchman (originally from Paris) for 5 years. Although he was great at vacations, he sucked as a boyfriend. We won't even get in to that drama. But while with him, we took vacations to Austria and Germany (for a two week ski trip with his family that still lived in France) and to France and Switzerland (while he was on his 2-week R&R from deployment - Major in the Army Reserves and was on deployment to Afghanistan). We also went to Utah together on business and I learned to snow ski (which is really cool), so I was able to ski some pretty rad slopes in Austria. He also had a 30' cabin cruiser that we took to the lake, and to Put-In-Bay, almost every weekend during the Summer.

And it was fun.

But, with all that fun, so far away from home, comes homesickness. I'd just purchased a brand new two-story condo in the "in" area of Columbus and furnished it with all brand new furniture. Once I got settled in, I started realizing that although I had some really cool friends and a great just wasn't "home". I mean, it was my home, and I loved that place...but it wasn't "home".

Now, I know what you're thinking: "Home is where the heart is". Or, "Home is where you make it". And that's true to a certain extent. But to me, "home" will always be my Mama's house -- and that small town.

I missed my family.

I was missing graduations, nieces/nephews being born, little league games, family Thanksgiving's, family Christmas', family reunions, old friends...and that small town life. Now, I came home for most of the holidays, but not always. And that wears you down after a while.

You see, although I loved my life and I'd done all (well, most all) that I wanted to, I was missing home. I knew that if I came home, that I wouldn't have this awesome life I'd been living. I'd have an even better life -- because then my family would be a part of it again.

I'd traveled so much, seen so much. But what was more important was home, family, and that small town that I wished for so many years to get the hell away from.

So, after a year of owning the condo I put it up for sale, gave a 3-month notice at work, and I came home. I live in a centrally-located area that's convenient to my home (where I was raised) and my hometown (where I was born, and where most of my family live). I am also only an hour away from Atlanta, which I luuurrrvvvveee and can head up there when I need a taste of big city life.

See, you make a choice. "You can't have roots and wings". You can't live in two places you love. You live at what you make is your home...and then you fly away every now and then. But you come back.

I chose "home".

And although there's a part of me that will never be the same person as I was when I first left... the rest of me will always be the same person I was.

Just a small town Southern girl.

The Daily Fabulous

"Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today". -James Dean

The Daily Fabulous

"Do not lose hold of your dreams or aspirations. For if you do, you may still exist but you have ceased to live". -Henry David Thoreau

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Let Your Haters be Your Motivators

The Real Housewives of Atlanta. I hate that show. It's a trainwreck and those idiots give "The Atl" a REALLY BAD name. (Side note: I don't "watch" it religiously, but if I catch it while channel surfing, I'll watch it -- that whole trainwreck thing.) Anyway, almost every single one of those ladies (black and white) are pure trash in one way or the other. They never cease to amaze me that they really do think they are "classy Atlanta socialites", and they are so far from that.

If you have to brag that "I'm not keeping up with the Jones's, I AM the Jones's", then sweetheart, you are NOT the Jones's. "The Jones's" wouldn't brag about their status. I think NeNe said that. (??) And as you probably already know, real Atlanta socialites-housewives wouldn't dare be on that show. These girls are "new money", and that's all well and peachy, but the "old money" would not be caught dead on that show.

But, I digress. Sorry about the mini-rant.

Anyway, one of the "housewives" said something that caught my attention. She said to one of the other ladies: "Let your haters be your motivators".

And I loved it! Because it's so true. When someone tells you that you can't do something...let that motivate you to do it. When they say you can't be a the kind of person that you want to be... let that be the motivation to be the person you want to be. When they say that you couldn't possibly acheive the goal that you've set....fucking achieve it and more.

Do you see where I'm going with this? Never let the negativity deter you from your goals, dreams and ambitions.


That is all.

Sparkles 'n kisses!

Memory Lane

The last few days, I've been thinking about someone who was very special to me many years ago. I've thought of him, occasionally, over the years... wondering how he's doing in life and if he has found happiness. The last I heard, he was married and living a happy life.

Time marches on. It doesn't seem like it was that many years ago that I was head over heels in love with him. I remember our time together (20+ years ago) as if it were yesterday. I remember how much we loved each other. The way he would stare seemingly in to my soul, just before we kissed, and oh how it sent shivers up my spine when he looked at me that way. The way he made me laugh. I thought we'd be together forever. God, how I loved him. It was deeply intense.

But, one disasterous event tore our relationship apart. And after that, it was never the same between us. We tried, but we just could not get past it. It is an event that he and I alone share, and one that will remain with the both of us forever.

We stayed in touch periodically for several years after we broke up. As it happens in life, we eventually lost touch. The last time I ever heard from him, he'd just returned from Desert Storm (Oh, he was one damn handsome Marine). He called to say he'd made it back to the States and was driving from California to Georgia. I'd sent him a couple of care packages, and we corresponded some, while he was deployed. Although our time together was over, and we were just friends at that point, I thought of him often, and hoped he would return home safe to his family.

During the time we were keeping in touch, while he was deployed, I asked him to be safe and think of me before he left out for the desert. The result of that statement was a poem from him that I unexpectedly received in the mail. I have kept that poem all these years, and I still remember almost all of the words to it.

I've never shared it with anyone.... ever. Not another soul has read it.

I can still see the paper it's written on, his handwriting. Neatly folded up in the original envelope it arrived in. It lived in my purse for probably 10 years, until it began to wear out. The creases tattered from opening/folding it for so many years. I packed it away for safe keeping when I moved back to Georgia, and now I can't find it -- and I'm amazed at how upset I am at this very moment that I cannot find my poem. Amazed at how something so small can make such an impact on someone's life, memories. My house is now a disaster area. I have torn through the "memories" boxes, the "important paperwork" boxes, and even the "junk drawer" that everyone has in their kitchen. And I cannot find it. And I know it's here. I'll find it.

Perhaps I will share it with you then. Perhaps not.

Until then, I want you all to remember something: Keep all your memories close to your heart. When it's over, of course you want to forget him. But don't. And don't forget the memories. Because many years from now, you'll look back at that letter, or poem, or picture, and remember the sweet, tender, touching moments that you shared together. And it will make you smile.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

The Daily Fabulous

“Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous.” -Carrie (Sex And The City)

Sunday, October 4, 2009

The Daily Fabulous

"A diva is someone who "pretends" to know who she is and looks fabulous doing it". -Jenifer Lewis (I just thought this one was cute...and true. Diva's do pretend!) :-)

The Daily Fabulous

“I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it -- I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know -- but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay." -Virginia Satir

Saturday, October 3, 2009

The Daily Fabulous

"Carnegie Hall was real fabulous, but you know, it ain't as big as the Grand Ole Opry". -Patsy Cline

A woman should have...

I swear by these I thought I'd share them with you:

enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to...

something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...

a youth she's content to leave behind....

a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age....

a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...

one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry...

a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family...

eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal, that will make her guests feel honored...

a feeling of control over her destiny..

how to fall in love without losing herself..

how to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without ruining the friendship...

when to try harder... and when to walk away...

that she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents...

that her childhood may not have been perfect..but it's over...

what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...

how to live alone, even if she doesn't like it...

whom she can trust, whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally...

where to go... be it to her best friend's kitchen table... or a charming inn in the woods... when her soul needs soothing...

what she can and can't accomplish in a day... a month...and a year...

how to put together a thousand dollar outfit...with just $100.00...

how to say "no" and not have to explain why...

that if your partner can't cook...teach him/her how...

that you are a fabulous, and beautiful, creature...and you should never doubt that...

Sparkles 'n kisses!