Friday, August 30, 2013

Regrets, I've had a few...

...but then again, too few to mention...

Or so sings Frank Sinatra.  We all have regrets and I would always rather regret something did than something I didn't do, but I'll be damned if they can't gunk up the works and sneak up on you sometimes. 

Regrets have been in my mind a lot this week and I'm not really sure why.  There are many things I do and do not do that I never feel regret over.  Usually if I do have regrets, it's when I decide late at night that I'm just sooooo hungry I have to eat something and feel queasy afterwards or toss and turn, getting a lousy night's sleep.  Or it's when I've spoken in anger and haste and hurt someone.  Said or done something I can't take back, but oh how I wish that I could.  But you can't go back and change the past; only use it as a guide to making better decisions and choices in the future. 

This week I'm regretting little things like forgetting to buy yogurt at the store last night since it likely means I'll have to make a second trip one day soon.  Or not going to bed on time and being pretty darned tired most days this week.  These are things I can change for the future, but for some reason the biggest regret in my head is about the Mystery Man I met in the Dubai airport back in the summer of 2001.  I've blogged about him at least once over the years, but for some reason he is front and center in my mind this week. I have no idea why or how he popped up, but there he is.  Maybe there is something going on and he needs my prayers, so God has put him in my mind.  Maybe I'm feeling adrift as I try to sort some things out in my life and MM represents a time when someone appeared rather at random and offered encouragement.  Maybe I'm searching for that again right now. I honestly do. not. know. why he has been on my mind this week.  You can't change the past and it is safe to say that this is not someone I will ever cross paths with again.  But I'm glad that I KNOW God hears my prayers and He looks in on this man whenever I pray for him.

Eh. I just felt like getting that out of my system today. That's what blogging is for sometimes.  Putting it "out there", if for no other reason than to get it out of yourself.

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

What do you mean Jake Ryan isn't real?!?

Last night, I realized that Jake Ryan isn't real.

I'm nearly 42-years-old.

I'm also kinda slow. *grin*

Sixteen Candles was on and, as always, when it airs I find it necessary to stop and watch.  I come from the 80s. It's what we women do when we were girls in the 80s.  I think it's genetically programmed into my DNA or something.

Watching out of habit, I slowly became disinterested and changed channels to...something. I'm not really sure what.  This surprised me.  Is it possible that *gasp* I've finally outgrown Jake Ryan?!?! Say it isn't so!! 

Oh, I know Jake Ryan isn't real.  No one ever wants to admit it, but we know it. Heck, there have been articles written about it.  I was sad that I couldn't even muster up the usual enthusiasm or enjoyment when watching the final scene.  Oh-so-swoonworthy in my younger years, I could only think, "Yeah, that would never happen in real life."

*sigh*  I hate those moments.  Those grown-up moments.  Sort of like how I got really excited when my orthopaedic flip flops arrived from Zappos.com today.  The times, they are a'changin'. 

Farewell Jake Ryan, you perfect boy/boyfriend from the 80s.  I will miss you so...*whispering* but I'll probably still come back to visit you now and then.