Who Are You?

Do you think anyone really knows who you are?

Are you authentic? 

Do you show your true self to anyone?

Not to get all "Oprah" on you,

but I think true authenticity is a hard thing to do.

My husband and I are currently going through the TV series Dexter.

A brilliant show about a sociopathic serial killer, who feels nothing,

but has to pretend to get through life.

He has a girlfriend, a family, coworkers.

He pretends to smile, pretends to enjoy life,

makes love to his girlfriend, goes bowling...

but nobody knows who he really is.

(Well, his sociopathic serial killer brother does - but I don't want to spoil anything).

It's got me thinking since...

Who Are You?

When are you most real? Most truthful?

 Most honest about who you really are,

what you really believe,

what you REALLY think?

Things to think about.

"There are no secrets in life, just hidden truths that lie beneath the surface." 

- said by Dexter Morgan, from the TV show Dexter

 

Eyes Wide Open

I was asked recently, by a professional in the mental health industry,

if I always "say so much with my eyes".

I guess I have what you might call

expressive eyes. I say a lot with them,

and if you know me, (and even if you don't)

it's pretty easy to tell what I'm thinking/feeling/saying

with my big ol' eyes.

I roll them, bulge them, squint them, look disgusted with them,

laugh with them, smile with them. 

(And no, I do not use the term "Smize", 

get over yourself Tyra Banks).

 

 

My eyes are like an extension of my already

too honest personality. I wish I could change it,

but I can't! 

(Do I really wish I could change it? No.)

If I'm alarmed at what you're doing,

my eyes give me away every time.

 

Did you just say something dumb?

Oh, my eyes will let you know I think so.

So, now, I'm my attempt to keep my

mouth shut more,

my eyes are WIDE OPEN and letting you

know what's up.

Don't hate the player, hate the game!

"Beauty is how you feel inside, and it reflects in your eyes" - Sophia Loren

remember

Just a reminder.

All Hail The Bale.

 Let me start this post by reiterating that I love my husband

and I think he is a beautiful man.

Look at him! No complaints here.

Yum.

I saw Dark Knight Rises last night.

And now, let me say... Christian Bale...

is also a beautiful man.

I've been on the Christian Bale band wagon 

since I was in grade 6, and saw the movie, The Newsies.

It's in my top 5 movies of all time, and I have been

crushing HARD on CB since then.

 

circa 1992.

(As a side note, if you ever find the DVD

of this movie, please buy it for me immediately.

It's my Holy Grail.)

I like to think I was a Bale fan way before 

it was trendy to do so.

He is getting better and better with age.

He also happens to be a fantastic actor,

and he loves his wife and does the whole dad thing.

What a guy!

"I think trying too hard to be sexy is the worst thing in the world a woman can do." - Mr. Bale

He's perfect!

Chris, I love you.

Can I just add a "tian" to your name for a few days?

*wink*. 

You now have my permission to gush

about Kate Beckinsale for awhile. 

50 Shades of The Worst Book Ever.

Everyone and their mother is writing/talking/reading about this book:

 

So, I'll admit, my interest was piqued, and I went out 

and bought it yesterday.

I thought, hmmm... only 15 bucks, what a steal.

What a steal? 

I'm the real victim here.

This book is TERRIBLE.

I read three chapters last night, and had this face 

the whole time:

What a waste of time this book is.

The writing is on par with...

what? A four year old?

An elephant taking a stab at a keyboard?

Time to Reiterate:

WASTE OF TIME.

I'm sad for what people think qualifies as

best seller material.

Time for me to re-read something 

fantastic to restore my faith in literature. 

I do apologize to those people who

completely love this book.

I won't judge you, much.

Proud Time Waster

Sometimes I feel like what I do in my spare time is

somehow wrong, or bad... because I'm not

necessarily helping the world or making a difference

or doing anything seemingly productive.

But I work hard, I do a lot of less than fun activities...

why should I feel badly

 about how I spend my spare time? 

It's a sad day when you can't do what you want.

(Within reason of course... 

I'm not promoting illegal activity.)

So, no more feeling bad...

It's my time! 

If I want to watch 4 hours of the DIY network, I'm going to.

(And who am I kidding... 4 hours? Try 8.)

Momtastic

I am not a Mother. Yet.

This post isn't my "coming out of the pregnancy closet" so

hold your excitement.

Let me be clear - I am NOT pregnant.

I was reading about P!nk today,

and her thoughts on being a Mom.

And I realized, I love her.  I think she's fantastic.

She's what I want to look like when I'm a Mom -

all tattoos and smiles and cool hats.

 

But more importantly,

I want to have her attitude.

"I do a lot of dancing now with [Willow] and I’m just happier,” she says. “Your career goes up and down, but … at the end of the day, if I didn’t do another thing, I’m blessed. I like myself more than I used to.” - P!nk

 

Lots of Mom's complain, and I get it... not every day is Instagram perfection.

But, isn't it lovely that she likes herself more with baby in tow?

Good stuff.

Oh Geez, baby fever.