Oh, behave! (or not...)

"Well behaved women rarely make history".

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This is one of my most favorite quotes! And I live by it every day as if it were my motto. The way I figure, you only have one life and none of us are getting out of this alive. Live it like you might not wake up tomorrow. So, I say get out there and live a little, ladies! Make your mark on this world. Make your own history!

Do something you never thought you'd do... and no one else thought you'd do either. Have a good laugh at yourself, at your expense. Don't take life too seriously.

Example: I wore the crown that one of my BFF's gave me for my birthday this year, then took a picture with him to show the world how proud of it I was. I was so proud of that crown that I wore it in the restaurant all night...even though I am in my 40's, and even though, I'm sure, there were people looking down their noses all "I cannot believe that woman is wearing a crown IN HERE"! Guess what? I'll bet you that myself and my friends had TONS more fun than they did. They were worried about being too pretentious... I was worried about nothing more than living my life to it's fullest.



See what I mean?

Don't take the little things for granted. Take the little things, and make them grand!

Whatever you're doing... turn it in to a fabulous memory. And please... don't rest too much. You'll have plenty of time for that when the good Lord calls you Home!

Now go! Git! Have fun and make me proud!

Sparkles 'n kisses!

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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!

Love,
Tammy

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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)

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

How to NOT be Fabulous

Fabulous is good. Fabulous if fun! Fabulous is another word for confidence... in yourself. You don't have to dress to the nines to be fabulous. You don't have to look perfect to be fabulous. You don't even have to have the perfect life. You just have to feel it, own it and be able to roll with the punches. And to know, within yourself, that you are one damn fabulous woman.

Am I perfect? God no. Do I wear the best clothes money can buy? Heck no. Am I the most beautiful woman in the world? Please! But am I confident and fierce? Absolutely! That's not to say that there are times when I don't feel it. But for the most part, I do. Because when you feel good about yourself (both outwardly, and especially inside), it shows! And your days are so much better! Own the fierce-ness. If you see that in you, others will see it in you as well. But if you don't? They will also see that.

So, if you want to be fabulous (have confidence), here are a few things on what NOT to do:

1 - If you feel terrible (as in your heart), don't go out in public looking like you dressed to stay in bed. If you want to dress to stay in bed, then just stay in bed. Otherwise, fix yourself up! It will make you feel a little better about whatever situation that you are going through and it won't make others feel uncomfortable that you look SO upset. Keep all the upset within the confines of your home, or your girlfriends home, where you can talk in a more private setting.

2 - Do not make up fake profiles (and then put your real name on it), that have no blogs, no pictures and zero friends listed, but then constantly update your status all for one particular person to see. Oh my God, that is just C-R-E-E-P-Y! And that person? They're gonna be laughing at you! And then everyone will know, and those who don't will hear about it soon enough, that you made a fake profile for one specific purpose and one purpose only. You may think you're fabulous, but this takes your fabulous-ness down several levels that will take a while to get back. It looks desperate, shows may-jah insecurity, and implies that you really don't have your mental shit together. So just don't do it.

3 - Slouching. Runny/streaked/leftover makeup. Hair not fixed. Big no-no's. Stand up straight and fix that make up and hair! If you absolutely cannot make yourself get ready, at least pull your hair back in to a classy and simple ponytail, apply mascara, blush and a light lipstick or gloss. It's amazing what just a little mascara alone can do to brighten up your eyes (and face)!

4 - Don't act like a bitch. Seriously. There is a difference between fabulous (again, confidence) and bitchy. There's no faster way to rub people the wrong way than being a bitch. Now, I'm not saying that if the situation REALLY calls for it, that you don't act like one when you need to. But 99% of the time, you really don't need to.

5 - Don't walk in to a room/bar/restaurant/etc. like you're timid. That's a good way to have no one even notice you've walked in. Walk in like you OWN it. Hold your head up, straighten your back, be smiling when you walk in, and say hello to everyone you knowas you pass them headed to your seat. Never be a wallflower. Be a social butterfuly! Speak up and talk to people! Have a good time!

Now, I could go on and on with this, but you get the point.

The bottom line is the minute you walk out your door, own the fabulosity. Even if you feel crappy, owning your fabulous-ness/confidence will make you feel tons better; not seem like a hot mess.

Sparkles 'n kisses!

Welcome to my world!

Hey y'all!

Welcome to my new site! I'm very excited to finally have it up and running! It's been a labor of love and labels (and a lot of thinking it over) to get this going. You'll notice some tweaks here and there as we go along until I'm completely satisfied with the end result, but for the most part, it's a done deal.

Here I'm going to bring you my love of The Four F's: Family, Friends, Food and Fashion. When there is an important event in my life, you'll hear about it here. Fun times with friends (and the Macon night life) - you'll see pictures of it here. I will showcase the restaurants (local and surrounding areas) that I frequent, and even some new ones that I will be checking out in the near future. My thoughts on the food, service, and atmosphere will all be here. You may even see a picture or two of the place!

And the fashion. Oh, the fashion! You are going to see parts of my wardrobe as I add to it and maybe even some fierce new items that I could never afford, but would be oh so sweet to have. And you never know... I just might find a pair of shoes that I would be willing to give up a weeks salary for. I mean, come on - every woman should have a pair of Christian Louboutin's before they die!

In other words, all that's fabulous in my world, you'll find it here. Whatever I may be writing about, it will all have an element of fabulous-ness.

So sit back, relax and let's get this party started - and start rockin' the fabulosity!

Sparkles 'n kisses!