Shameless is the song playing on my ipod. I love the grittiness of it, Garth had a good thing going with that one. Years ago Toby used to say it was my theme song (whenever I'd get obsessed with one boy or another).
And then there's Whiskey Lullaby - musical perfection.
an eclectic smattering of the comings and goings of a vivacious, stunning, elegant, beautiful, witty, amazing, talented, brilliant, glamorous, distinguished, fabulous, pesky, cute, trendy, magnanimous and most recently--INDOMITABLE, 30-something-year-old woman as she explores the many splendored things offered by a very strange world.
Friday, March 22, 2013
Monday, March 4, 2013
Lessons Learned from Shrek (or Calling All Ogres)
This is a fact---There are very few Handsome Princes that are not already spoken for by Beautiful Princesses. The rest of us are left to muddle through the masses of ordinary people to figure out which one we would be the most happy with for all of eternity. But all that muddling can get very confusing especially if you pay too much attention to the way things should be.
Here's where Shrek comes in --- Let's look at Princess Fiona for example, she expected to be rescued by a handsome prince, who's armor was so shining that it was blinding, instead she got Shrek (a big, smelly ogre). She thought she knew better because of the fairytales--they had to be true. Ironically Fiona was an ogre herself (just didn't want to believe that was her true self). Nobody wants to be an ogre, but if you are an ogre you can't change that fact. Long story short, Fiona falls in love with Shrek, even though he is an ogre and eventually embraces her own ogre-ness. Moral of the story: quit thinking your a prince or a princess when really you're an ogre.
So why is it that there are so many single people obsessed with finding the "perfect" mate when they are not "perfect" themselves? I'm a single gal and I'm comfortable with the fact that I'm not (nor ever have been Princess quality) but I've been called pretty a time or two by fellas I thought were pretty cute too, however they weren't princes by any means, but they weren't toads either, I like to call them "regular guys" and in my world that's a pretty big compliment.
I know several guys that would fit into the "regular guy" category that are looking for someone to love them for who they are (most of the fellows I know are completely imperfect) but they are chasing after these gorgeous gals that our out of their league (same goes for a lot of the single women dreaming of some Prince Charming). I find myself wondering if they are completely oblivious to the fact that there are thousands of wonderfully beautiful, talented, amazing women out there; that if they would just let go of this notion that one day Princess WhateverHerName is going to suddenly see them as the handsome prince they've been waiting for they are going to be waiting a very long time.
We cannot change the fact that princes marry princesses and ogres marry ogres, and they can both live happily ever after...I mean seriously, could Cinderella have ever been happy with anyone other than the handsome Prince?
The moral of my story is: embrace your inner ogre. trust me you might like it.
Here's where Shrek comes in --- Let's look at Princess Fiona for example, she expected to be rescued by a handsome prince, who's armor was so shining that it was blinding, instead she got Shrek (a big, smelly ogre). She thought she knew better because of the fairytales--they had to be true. Ironically Fiona was an ogre herself (just didn't want to believe that was her true self). Nobody wants to be an ogre, but if you are an ogre you can't change that fact. Long story short, Fiona falls in love with Shrek, even though he is an ogre and eventually embraces her own ogre-ness. Moral of the story: quit thinking your a prince or a princess when really you're an ogre.
So why is it that there are so many single people obsessed with finding the "perfect" mate when they are not "perfect" themselves? I'm a single gal and I'm comfortable with the fact that I'm not (nor ever have been Princess quality) but I've been called pretty a time or two by fellas I thought were pretty cute too, however they weren't princes by any means, but they weren't toads either, I like to call them "regular guys" and in my world that's a pretty big compliment.
I know several guys that would fit into the "regular guy" category that are looking for someone to love them for who they are (most of the fellows I know are completely imperfect) but they are chasing after these gorgeous gals that our out of their league (same goes for a lot of the single women dreaming of some Prince Charming). I find myself wondering if they are completely oblivious to the fact that there are thousands of wonderfully beautiful, talented, amazing women out there; that if they would just let go of this notion that one day Princess WhateverHerName is going to suddenly see them as the handsome prince they've been waiting for they are going to be waiting a very long time.
We cannot change the fact that princes marry princesses and ogres marry ogres, and they can both live happily ever after...I mean seriously, could Cinderella have ever been happy with anyone other than the handsome Prince?
The moral of my story is: embrace your inner ogre. trust me you might like it.
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