Life, love, and moving on.

Hi dolls!

I know, I know!  It's been a while since I've posted, but I'm going to try to get back in to keeping up with my blog, so shush.

Hope you all have started your summer in all kinds of great ways!  I have been going 90-to-nothing the last few months, and it's beginning to take it's toll on me, so I am looking to hit up the beach house pretty soon for a weekend of sun, fun, and debauchery.  I seriously need to work on my tan, because I just bought the cutest shirt from Ella Bleu.

(I bought the one in aqua. Loves it!)

Lots of pageant judging happening lately.  Seems I have one booked almost every weekend, so the travel has been a little crazy.  But, I wouldn't have it any other way.  I do love my life... as crazy/busy as it is. With that said, I do need to cut back on it just a little, as I'd really love to spend some time at Mama's, Daddy's, and with some friends that I've neglected because of all the traveling.

I think I'll be going back to Hollywood, CA this year for the World Championship of Performing Arts.  This is a 10-day event that brings talent from all over the world to compete for the title.  Last year was an amazing experience and I hope to go back this year. **fingers crossed for that one**  As always, it will be televised on live TV.  Plans are in the works for a mini-vacay to San Francisco to see all my CA friends.  I do miss living there.  I've also been invited to work the Mart in Atlanta during Prom Fashion Weekend.  This, I'm very excited about!  Busy, busy, busy!

As with good things, sometimes they come to an end.  Recently, my feelings were severely hurt by the way that someone I cared very deeply for handled something.  I thought I knew who this person was, because they'd never given me a reason to think any different, but, in the end, they proved otherwise. And that makes me sad, because I very much wanted this person to truly be who they'd always presented themselves to me as; a person with integrity who would do what they needed to do in the right, respectable way.  I thought they had that much respect for me.  Turns out, they didn't.  The saddest part?  I lost a friend who was very dear to me.

It seems as though I'm learning lessons left and right this year. But, learning lessons is how life works. You live it, learn it, move forward, and become a better person. Sometimes, you don't get an explanation for "why" or "what happened", and that's their problem; not yours.  I don't regret that it happened, because I learned a very valuable lesson.  I do regret that the ending of a friendship happened the way it did.

Life goes on, and I'm happy - and I'll tell you why in the next blog post.  Here's how I see it:  The people who are meant to be in your life, will be.  Those that aren't are there to teach you lessons.

In other news, I have adopted a dog.  Named her Pippa.  She's a blonde shiz-tzu mix and I am in love with her!  And she hates my cat, Wesley.  About once a month, they have an epic fight.  EPIC.  The fight before last, I came out the victim in that one.  Wesley didn't realize it was my hand that tried to separate them, so he got me.  Blood everywhere. Then, I tried to use my foot to perform the separation, only to draw it back with more scratches.  More blood everywhere.  By the time he'd finished with me, it looked like a murder had just happened between my bedroom and the bathroom.  So this time?  I let them have at it a few minutes before I finally broke it up and took Pippa to the guest bedroom to calm her down.  She does most of the instigating in these fights and I am completely surprised that Wesley hasn't extended the claws.  Except on my hand and foot.  Whatever.

Gotta go!

Sparkles 'n kisses!

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Film Festin'

Hi Dolls!

Hope this all finds you as fabulous as can be! I have finally had a quiet weekend, with no plans, and I have really enjoyed it.

But, I get antsy.

So, thank goodness I have tons of plans for the upcoming week! In case you didn't already know it from my numerous tweets and Facebook postings, The 6th Annual Macon Film Festival is almost upon us and I cannot even begin to tell you how excited I am.






Terrell Sandefur, Priscilla Esser and a slew of others have worked tirelessly to bring you this fabulous 4 day event (Feb 17-20) in beautiful, historic downtown Macon, GA! This is my first year volunteering and I'll be working two different time slots: Friday, 2-5pm slot for the box office and Saturday, 11-2pm for filmmaker check-in. Come see me!

I will also be attending day and evening screenings, which ohmigoodness, just gives me chills at the fun that is headed my way, not to mention I finally get to see "Get Low". And? AND??? The after parties! (Can I get an Amen, please?) Let me just tell you right now, I am already going through my closet to pick out my "Film Fest Funky" attire, as the fantastic Mr. Sandefur described to me when I asked what the attire was for the festival. Hey! This IS my first festival and I do loves me an excuse to purchase clothes for any reason whatsoever. So, not only have I been devouring my closet, I have purchased a couple of cute things from Jack & Darcy Boutique in Milledgeville. (You can also find Jack & Darcy on Facebook here.)

(Side note: Did you see all those links? I'm pluggin' everyone today!)

In other entertainment news, I spent Wednesday evening playing cards, eating delicious food and enjoying cocktails with three of the coolest people I know: The amazing Mizz Kate McD, George and my new friend, Jettice. We had a litte bit of a half time show where Kate ran out of gas AND killed her battery all within 5 minutes. George and I jet off to save the damsel in distress, then arrive back in time to eat, break out the Uno cards, and fill our glasses with wine and love. After many hours of wine and a gazillion laughs, I do declare that it was totally worth dragging out of bed at 11:30 the next day. I may, or may not, have been hungover.

(Side note: When going out, and it's raining hard, do not under any circumstances wear light colored suede boots. FAIL!)

In the homefront department, I woke up this morning earlier than normal because I had a really bad feeling something was wrong. Oh, was it ever wrong. When I opened my eyes, they went right to my cat, Wesley, who was happily tee-teeing all over a small pile of dirty cloths that I did not put in the hamper. And he was looking me dead in the eyes, daring me to beat the shit out of him. His litter box is clean. Food and water is full. I have no clue what I did that made him mad. All I know is he better be glad he wasn't trying to finish off my previously-mentioned suede boots, because there was about to be a misunderstanding up in here! And, oh-my-god-no-he-didn't, as I'm cleaning it all up and throwing everything in the wash, he jumps his little nappy butt up on the bed, stretches, then curls up and goes to sleep.

Blink.

Blink blink.

That cat is SO VERY LUCKY TO BE ALIVE TODAY. He better be glad that I love him so much. That's all I'm sayin'.






Sparkles 'n kisses!

xoxo

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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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