Reflections of 2013
This year, 2013, has been an adventure about which I can’t complain. I’ve run 4ish half-marathons if you count fumbling on the Disney Wine & Dine and only completing 10 miles. My family has had ups and downs but we are as close as ever. Work has had its ups and downs, but I am in the end happy with the outcome and will ride this career plateau for now. I’m happily in love and can’t believe how lucky I am in finding this gentleman (online, in fact). August of this year was one year and I am enjoying this adventure with him.
Next step is looking to 2014 and what the year will bring. I’d like to plan a few goals and adventures, but I know many things in the coming year will be spontaneous and I welcome those as well.
I’m such a lucky gal!
~ Miss Fancy
Happy Birthday, Miss Fancy!
Today is my birthday and I’m such a lucky girl to have spent it with my loved ones. We had birthday brunch at the 57th Fighter Group and a fun trip to the Buford Highway Farmers Market.
I’m so lucky.
~ Miss Fancy
I’ve got a feeling!
I have an antsy energy that is nagging on my soul. Do you know what it’s saying?
BE CREATIVE!
There are at least two types of creativity in my life. One type belongs at the office but I don’t feel that creating a mind-blowing memo about council requirements satisfies that second type of creativity.
I want to dive into the second type that screams for a walk-around of Michael’s. The one that upon seeing a blank journal widens its eyes beyond belief. The type that when holding a camera wants to run outside and start snapping the shutter.
Do you ever feel that creative nag? How do you satisfy it?
~ Miss Fancy
On the Verge
It is a strange feeling to walk into your place of employment not knowing if you’ll be back the next day.
All I know is that tomorrow morning brings about a conversation with my boss regarding my future with the company. This slice of knowledge leaves too many unanswered questions for a 24 hour period. My brain won’t shut-up and I can’t find an outlet to calm it down.
I’ve journaled. I’ve searched for words of wisdom online. I came close to begging my Facebook friends for their favorite calming mantra.
It isn’t as if I’ve not encountered the discontinuation of my job before, but this time I’m further along in my career and life and don’t foresee an easy transition. Of course, maybe I’m borrowing trouble.
To be continued…
~ Miss Fancy
How I became known as Flossie
Having offered to bring the cake to my mother-in-law’s birthday celebration (she may have been 85 that year, around 1989), I wasn’t the least bit shy when it came to decorating the cake. I pulled out the stops and used all my “Wilton” tricks. Many of the guests were her contemporaries and known to say exactly what they thought. One of the “blue-haired” ladies took a thoughtful look at the cake which was centered on the dining table. She turned to me and raising one eyebrow she asked, “Did you make the cake?” “Yes,” I responded. She then gave her verdict. “You’re right flossie, ain’t ya?”
Well, there it was…my design style wrapped up in one word by a feisty octogenarian!








