Who ever said fabulous was fun needs to be drawn and quartered!

So I am at the crossroad in my life....really don't know which way to go. Too old to be wild and free; too young to be over the hill.....OOOh Kenny Chesney....your words STING! Seems as if this really relates lately to the concept of turning fabulous. I am supposed to be at the prime of my life and settled, but truth be told I am anything BUT! I feel young and carefree as well as unsettled and unrested.....I feel this wanderlust in my system but also have the Sirens of my life (read here my kids) calling me to crash into the rocks!

I want to be fabulous and flirty...carefree and wild....BUT I have to be the responsible one. I have to be the one who gets the kids in bed, makes dinner and cleans up, makes sure the kids wash all parts and pieces of themselves.....I am the official laundry doer, dish washer, chef, snack provider, butt wiper, q tip swiper, maid, and yet somehow I am supposed to feel FABULOUS after doing all of this as well as working full time as a teacher?

This life in the fabulous lane is not what I signed up for. I didn't ask to be all those things....I asked to toss my head back in carefree laughter while sipping (or chugging) wonderful fruity drinks with umbrellas....I asked to dance in the rain and get lost on some romantic drive to no where. I asked to go on some wonderful tropical vacation where the locals ask to braid my hair and my biggest concern is making sure I don't burn in the tropical sun.....

Life in the Fabulous Lane is more like life in the HOLY CRAP Get me OUT of this LANE!

Definition of Fabulous:

According to dictionary.com, the word fabulous means the following:

1. Almost impossible to believe

2. Exceptionally good or unusual; marvelous; superb

3. Told about in fables; purely imaginative

Let me dispell any myths now: Being Fabulous is all that! It is almost impossible to believe, I AM exceptionally good AND unusual, and yes, I am that GIRL spoken of in whispered voices.

What does being fabulous mean to me? It means I am getting to THAT age. You know the one...where everyone thinks you are going to have some crisis, start wearing animal print, pop anti-depressants as if they are Skittles, and trolling for the next hot young thing to make her forget she is "THAT AGE"

Here's the next thought....I am ok with turning Fabulous but not turning 40 and here's why: I have crises every day and sometimes they last all day...depends on the crisis and my mood and level of coffee/alcohol in the system :) I DETEST any animal print. Sorry to you who are animal print enthusiasts......not going to happen! I think they are cheap, sleezy, and well, no matter who you are at what age they can't be pulled off successfully! I don't take anti-depressants....I think I would prefer the Skittles....wait no! Gummy Bears! Lots and Lots of Gummy Bears! Wait Gummy Bears that have been soaking in Vodka.....mmmmmm, now you're talking! Finally, I refuse to ever call myself a "cougar" or to be out "trolling," if you will because A. Still not the animal print fan and B. The concept of troll is not at all flattering on anyone (even those who choose to wear animal print)

So where does this leave me in the quest of all things fabulous? I am spunky and rambunctious, I love mixing it up and making people do that hot thing...what's it called again? Oh yes, THINK....I love to flirt and make men squirm (tehehe...Hello Darlin'Micah), and I especially love showing I am smart, sassy, bitchy, your best friend, worst enemy, biggest cheerleader, and most powerful nemesis....all at the drop of a pin!

Next up: The proverbial Fabulous BUCKET LIST! Everyone who is anyone has them.....let's see what trouble I can get into next with this idea!!!!