A while back I wrote a post about how I love shopping for clothes, how I want to start wearing different clothing styles, and my fabulous Hubbie's idea to just buy clothes, with the condition that it must be different.
Well, I'm writing to update you on that, and yes, I have been buying clothes, that are different, slightly edgier, hipper, and cooler than what I usually have been used to in the past.
In my ongoing journey of the saga of travelling womenswear, I have recently acquired some floaty, loose-fitting pants.
Or as Hubbie and I like to call them, Gypsy Pants.
When I first saw them, I hated them. Generally, I love to wear clothes that are tight-fitting: tight fitting tops, dresses, pants, skirts, everything must be fitted. These pants are loose fitting around the waist, they billow down to your ankles/calf, and then scrunch in again. They're very floaty, and not at all like the style I'm used to. So when I first saw these in the shop I was like "that looks like someone's crapped themself."
True, true, I bagged the Gypsy pants at first. Until Hubbie said (in his remarkable fashion-savvy knowledge of which I cannot attribute the history of) "those pants would really suit you."
I argued and debated with him for ages, on and off, until one of our 'special' shopping days, where we were out looking for unique clothes, and after he again suggested me trying them, I just went "ok."
And I liked what I saw. Not only were they comfy, so different from the tight jeans I practically live in, but they looked good too. I was shocked, Hubbie was totally right. Considering there are times that I have to tell him "you're wearing those shorts with those shoes?" he has an odd, keen eye for women's fashion. Hmmmm. Should I be worried? :)
I didn't end up with that pair, because they were a bit too much on the casual side, and I wanted them just a bit more trendy so I could wear them everywhere, not just while exercising.
About 2 weeks ago, I found a pair. Hubbie was there, I tried them on, and yes they were loose around the waist, a bit too loose around the ankles where they were supposed to scrunch in, but considering they were like $25 bucks, Hubbie was like "buy them."
Hey, I can never argue with a statement like that.
I've worn them twice so far. The first time was at Hubbie's parents house. And boy did he like them. He really digs the hippie/bohemian style, LOL.
The second time I wore them was yesterday at work. It was a mild, humid and windy day, and I thought they would be perfect for that kind of weather. Well I say. The gypsy pants certainly caused a stir.
There's something that happens, a certain response that is had, when you combine an attractive woman, with trendy clothes. There's a kind of unintentional intimidation that occurs on behalf of the people watching, and suddenly there's stares, combined with silence, and furtive glances throughout the day. The brave ones compliment you, the ones that mean well. While the others don't know how to respond.
It's really quite funny. I don't mean to come across conceited, but we all know when we look good and when we look bad. Yesterday in particular I looked good. Today, eh, not bad, I have my wavy hair going but I'm nowhere near inspired wardrobe-wise, as I have my long black cardigan wrapped around me, to keep the chill off the air-conditioned room.
I found it particularly humorous, from strangers, men in question. Getting off the train yesterday on my way to work in the morning, I got up to exit out the doors. There was this tradie also waiting near the door, and although he was closer, he opened the doors, then motioned for me to walk out first. It was just funny, because in that situation you would either
A) let the female walk out first, therefore she would open the doors for herself and the man would follow, OR
B) being closer, open the doors and walk out, with the female following behind you.
Yet he, as mentioned, was closer and opened the doors and stepped back! Oh how sweet :) I just found it amusing that's all, the way certain men react when intimidated by women. I gave a small thank you and just hurried off, sort of surprised by it all.
It hasn't just been with the Gypsy Pants either. A few times this summer when I've worn dresses to work, I've gotten the same quick look from guys, followed by them looking away immediately, because they don't know how to respond. Like their eyes have been burned (from joy!) They don't know how to react, when there is a pleasantly dressed (LOL) woman around.
They are so darn cute, these creatures known as males.
And so the Gypsy Pant journey continues....
Friday, February 11, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
My Journey Down October Road
I must officially proclaim: I am totally, madly, passionately and obsessively in love with the show October Road.
And now, only 4 episodes (yes 3!) away from the end of the series finale, about to enter into the world of no more October Road forever, I am already in the midst of anticipatory depression.
***Anticipatory depression: When you are already depressed at the prospect of your future depression, i.e., due to a foreseeable event, weather misalignment or greatest-show-on-earth ending event.***
I have found myself so absorbed and enthralled by all the goings-on, characters and story development occurring in the fictional town of Knights Ridge. When I finish watching an episode, I have the episode going around and around in my head, and I can't stop myself from wondering what will happen next. I'm compulsively drawn in, and genuinely love all the characters and the information and back-story continuing to be revealed via them.
I catch myself in a cycle of October Road-endedness, and ask myself, "how the hell did they make such awesome characters? How can I create awesome characters like that for my book?"
And so on and on it goes.
I watched the first season last year, and only now is the 2nd season being shown on tv. Sadly for me, there are only 2 seasons that were ever made, and adding further devastation to my anticipatory depression is the fact that they were half-ass seasons, as in the first season ran 6 episodes (I know!) and the 2nd ran 13. Could they at least have made one full 22 ep season, just to ease my pain, if only a little? Oh, the agony of it!
I feel so miserable about the end of it all. There is an irony, in that although I can't wait to watch all the episodes, another part of me is trying to hold it off, knowing that once I reach the end, there is no more October Road. NO MORE. Ugh. Anticipatory depression kicking into 3rd gear now.
Here are the reasons why I am in love with this magnificent show:
1. Bryan Greenberg. Ahem. Need I say more? Actually I will.
I told Hubbie that Bryan had now taken over David Boreanaz's spot as the most attractive actor in my opinion EVER, and he looked over at me like I had rocks in my head. He said "are you ok?" See, Hubbie always approved of and agreed with my obsession with Angel (sorry David), and so this has thrown him slightly. LOL, I tell him to be flattered, since I think Bryan holds a close resemblance to Hubbie. But anyway.
Yes, Angel, the all-time most gorgeous man alive, has stepped down to number 2. I don't know if it's Bryan's subtle gestures, good guy persona, the guy-that-got-away role that he plays, or if it's just his freaking gorgeous looks, but he is irresistible. Phew. I better move on.
2. The set-up. There's something about these sleepy little town stories that appeal to me. Set in the fictional town of Knights Ridge, when watching I'm often reminded of Dawson's Creek, another of my fave shows. The knowledge of a little town, where everyone knows everyone, nothing is really secret, yet at the same time there is plenty of room for inter-mingling, rendezvous and whispers is greatly appealing to me. Maybe I find the small town concept appealing because it seems more real to me, more so than big-city stories.
Also, the fact that Bryan's character, Nick Garrett (ahhhhhhh:)) has come back to town after being absent for 10 years, provides a FANTASTIC back-drop for all sorts of shit to happen on his return. And boy does it happen. It shows that you can run away from home, but be sure the same issues will be waiting for you when you get back, no matter how much time has passed.
3. The symmetry. LOL. This occurred to me only last week. So, I started watching this late last year, when thoughts of writing started to enter into my head again. As I've continued to watch, simultaneously becoming more determined and motivated with my story and book ideas, I've realised how much I loved the premise of the story: Nick returns to Knights Ridge, 10 years after leaving his hometown following the end of high school, in the meantime having become a best-selling author.
Now I, have dreams of becoming a best-selling author myself, with the goal of finishing my first book by years end. And what do you know? My 10 year high school reunion is coming up at the end of the year:)
You know what, Nick and I just have so much in common, LOLOL:) Granted, I haven't deserted my family and friends and written about them in a round-a-bout way, but something about the likeliness of it all, makes me think I was meant to discover this show, 4 years after its initial release. The characters being of the same generation too, encourages more of a kinship, a relatedness that makes me UNDERSTAND the characters and feel where they're coming from. Who am I kidding, they just simply rock. :)
And that's the other thing. It inspires me soooo much. I can't tell you how many nights I've gone to bed, my head spinning with what I've just watched, and also wondering how I can emulate that strong obsession with the characters and the storyline so that I can have readers out there reading my material, saying to themselves "Oh my gosh, I love this!"
Ahhhhhhh.
This show is powerful I tell ya. It has spoken to me in a strong way. Angel has been kicked off the hottest guy throne (sorry David) to be replaced by dreamy Bryan, and now, October Road is in my list of most fave shows ever. In my list, meaning it holds first place with other tv series of same and differing genre/s.
Having just gone on my obsessive rant, I do realise I haven't yet watched the end of it all, and there is the slight chance that I may be disappointed by what eventuates. I mean, who's to say that everything will unfold as intended and that I'll get my happily ever after? I do see strings of realism dropped into the episodes, a la Angel, so I do fear the worst at times. But having said that, I love Angel, and that was a show that utterly shook me to my core when it ended, with the most incomplete ending you can imagine (with an intended, meaningful incomplete ending of course, before the Angel fans out there kill me) so I highly doubt that October Road will do anything like that....... right?
In the words of Mutant Enemy... "Grrrrr, Argh." I can't take it anymore. I'm going to spontaneously combust over October Road!!!!
And now, only 4 episodes (yes 3!) away from the end of the series finale, about to enter into the world of no more October Road forever, I am already in the midst of anticipatory depression.
***Anticipatory depression: When you are already depressed at the prospect of your future depression, i.e., due to a foreseeable event, weather misalignment or greatest-show-on-earth ending event.***
I have found myself so absorbed and enthralled by all the goings-on, characters and story development occurring in the fictional town of Knights Ridge. When I finish watching an episode, I have the episode going around and around in my head, and I can't stop myself from wondering what will happen next. I'm compulsively drawn in, and genuinely love all the characters and the information and back-story continuing to be revealed via them.
I catch myself in a cycle of October Road-endedness, and ask myself, "how the hell did they make such awesome characters? How can I create awesome characters like that for my book?"
And so on and on it goes.
I watched the first season last year, and only now is the 2nd season being shown on tv. Sadly for me, there are only 2 seasons that were ever made, and adding further devastation to my anticipatory depression is the fact that they were half-ass seasons, as in the first season ran 6 episodes (I know!) and the 2nd ran 13. Could they at least have made one full 22 ep season, just to ease my pain, if only a little? Oh, the agony of it!
I feel so miserable about the end of it all. There is an irony, in that although I can't wait to watch all the episodes, another part of me is trying to hold it off, knowing that once I reach the end, there is no more October Road. NO MORE. Ugh. Anticipatory depression kicking into 3rd gear now.
Here are the reasons why I am in love with this magnificent show:
1. Bryan Greenberg. Ahem. Need I say more? Actually I will.
I told Hubbie that Bryan had now taken over David Boreanaz's spot as the most attractive actor in my opinion EVER, and he looked over at me like I had rocks in my head. He said "are you ok?" See, Hubbie always approved of and agreed with my obsession with Angel (sorry David), and so this has thrown him slightly. LOL, I tell him to be flattered, since I think Bryan holds a close resemblance to Hubbie. But anyway.
Yes, Angel, the all-time most gorgeous man alive, has stepped down to number 2. I don't know if it's Bryan's subtle gestures, good guy persona, the guy-that-got-away role that he plays, or if it's just his freaking gorgeous looks, but he is irresistible. Phew. I better move on.
2. The set-up. There's something about these sleepy little town stories that appeal to me. Set in the fictional town of Knights Ridge, when watching I'm often reminded of Dawson's Creek, another of my fave shows. The knowledge of a little town, where everyone knows everyone, nothing is really secret, yet at the same time there is plenty of room for inter-mingling, rendezvous and whispers is greatly appealing to me. Maybe I find the small town concept appealing because it seems more real to me, more so than big-city stories.
Also, the fact that Bryan's character, Nick Garrett (ahhhhhhh:)) has come back to town after being absent for 10 years, provides a FANTASTIC back-drop for all sorts of shit to happen on his return. And boy does it happen. It shows that you can run away from home, but be sure the same issues will be waiting for you when you get back, no matter how much time has passed.
3. The symmetry. LOL. This occurred to me only last week. So, I started watching this late last year, when thoughts of writing started to enter into my head again. As I've continued to watch, simultaneously becoming more determined and motivated with my story and book ideas, I've realised how much I loved the premise of the story: Nick returns to Knights Ridge, 10 years after leaving his hometown following the end of high school, in the meantime having become a best-selling author.
Now I, have dreams of becoming a best-selling author myself, with the goal of finishing my first book by years end. And what do you know? My 10 year high school reunion is coming up at the end of the year:)
You know what, Nick and I just have so much in common, LOLOL:) Granted, I haven't deserted my family and friends and written about them in a round-a-bout way, but something about the likeliness of it all, makes me think I was meant to discover this show, 4 years after its initial release. The characters being of the same generation too, encourages more of a kinship, a relatedness that makes me UNDERSTAND the characters and feel where they're coming from. Who am I kidding, they just simply rock. :)
And that's the other thing. It inspires me soooo much. I can't tell you how many nights I've gone to bed, my head spinning with what I've just watched, and also wondering how I can emulate that strong obsession with the characters and the storyline so that I can have readers out there reading my material, saying to themselves "Oh my gosh, I love this!"
Ahhhhhhh.
This show is powerful I tell ya. It has spoken to me in a strong way. Angel has been kicked off the hottest guy throne (sorry David) to be replaced by dreamy Bryan, and now, October Road is in my list of most fave shows ever. In my list, meaning it holds first place with other tv series of same and differing genre/s.
Having just gone on my obsessive rant, I do realise I haven't yet watched the end of it all, and there is the slight chance that I may be disappointed by what eventuates. I mean, who's to say that everything will unfold as intended and that I'll get my happily ever after? I do see strings of realism dropped into the episodes, a la Angel, so I do fear the worst at times. But having said that, I love Angel, and that was a show that utterly shook me to my core when it ended, with the most incomplete ending you can imagine (with an intended, meaningful incomplete ending of course, before the Angel fans out there kill me) so I highly doubt that October Road will do anything like that....... right?
In the words of Mutant Enemy... "Grrrrr, Argh." I can't take it anymore. I'm going to spontaneously combust over October Road!!!!
Monday, February 7, 2011
Happiness Is.... #3
Happiness is....
Being happy in this present moment, because you will never be in this place again. Be content in where you are, satisfied with how you've come here and blessed in knowing that you have everything now that you could possibly have. You are meant to be here.
Being happy in this present moment, because you will never be in this place again. Be content in where you are, satisfied with how you've come here and blessed in knowing that you have everything now that you could possibly have. You are meant to be here.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
(Shhhhhhh.... don't let them hear us......)
I have to write this very quickly and quietly, just as I have to then post it on my blog and forget about it as soon as it's up there.
I can't attract more of it, in the cycle of Karma, you see. Hence my deliberate attempt at trying to forget it, by not focusing on it. By focusing on not focusing on it. See the paradox?
I am amazed at the lack of (big breath)... spiders, rather, Huntsmen in our house at the moment. This time last year the house was in the midst of a full on war, raging between me with my Uma Thurman style war paint, vs the 8-legged disgusting hairy insects that apparently hunt, like men.
Shudder.
It may have just been a bad season.
Or, In all my killing and spraying, sobbing and crying, (and waking up Hubbie to do my dirty work), we may have rid ourselves of all of them last summer.
Or, the fact that Hubbie has sprayed the exterior of our house twice this summer, may be keeping them out and away.
I don't know, but just between you and me, I am soooo relieved. Whatever reason I should attribute their absence to, I just don't want to know about them. I just felt a need to inform of my current (and hopefully prolonged FOREVER) spider-free existence :)
However, oddly enough, there has been a spate of cockroaches lately. It seems that after going through the winter millipedes, then the summer huntsmen, now the cockroaches have jumped on board to say "Yay! yay! Let's annoy Miss S!"
(That's why we must be quiet when talking about them. Because when they know I'm aware of them, more of them come.)
Shhhhhh. Back to it. You never read this.
I can't attract more of it, in the cycle of Karma, you see. Hence my deliberate attempt at trying to forget it, by not focusing on it. By focusing on not focusing on it. See the paradox?
I am amazed at the lack of (big breath)... spiders, rather, Huntsmen in our house at the moment. This time last year the house was in the midst of a full on war, raging between me with my Uma Thurman style war paint, vs the 8-legged disgusting hairy insects that apparently hunt, like men.
Shudder.
It may have just been a bad season.
Or, In all my killing and spraying, sobbing and crying, (and waking up Hubbie to do my dirty work), we may have rid ourselves of all of them last summer.
Or, the fact that Hubbie has sprayed the exterior of our house twice this summer, may be keeping them out and away.
I don't know, but just between you and me, I am soooo relieved. Whatever reason I should attribute their absence to, I just don't want to know about them. I just felt a need to inform of my current (and hopefully prolonged FOREVER) spider-free existence :)
However, oddly enough, there has been a spate of cockroaches lately. It seems that after going through the winter millipedes, then the summer huntsmen, now the cockroaches have jumped on board to say "Yay! yay! Let's annoy Miss S!"
(That's why we must be quiet when talking about them. Because when they know I'm aware of them, more of them come.)
Shhhhhh. Back to it. You never read this.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
I've been out, living my life....
....which is why I haven't been around to blog for AGES. I had 2 weeks leave, which I came back to work from yesterday. It was so nice. I tell ya, there are things you just don't do when you're working. No matter how much you will yourself to do things, and tell yourself you'll do it when you get home, once you're home, full of food and sitting on the couch, those little odd jobs just DON'T HAPPEN. And they pile up too.
So during my little hols, I got them ALL done. Well, bar one (the one involving organising all our home DVDs and labelling them and then putting them in this really cute box I have!) but still, almost ALL done. Including teaching myself how to sew buttons back onto my tops/dresses. I know! Legend! :-D
The best thing about it was, as well as get all those little-itty-bitty things done, the holiday felt REALLY long, in a good way.
So much so that when I came in to work yesterday, I felt like I'd been away forever. Things felt different. They looked different, maybe due to the fact that the maintenance people here did manage to move stuff around in my absence, freaking me out upon my return into our department. But more importantly, I felt different. I just had this weird sense, that I was over it. I was ready. This voice inside me said "you have to get out of here." Which is ironic considering I had wanted to be in this place for so long before. But clearly, there was now something else pulling me away.
The writing.
Look, it may have been a bad case of Monday-itis. The whole returning to work after leave thing, can leave you feeling rather down. Maybe it was the fact that the furniture had moved, my notes were missing, or the fact that no-show boy when walking in said "Welcome back to hell."
Nice huh?
Maybe it was his partially subdued depressive angst at seeing my still-wavering happiness at having been away.
Maybe it was Kitty, once again, proving her will against mine in a work-related discussion, and in her narrow-mindedness, refusing to see any view but her own, therefore insulting my intelligence with her ignorance.
Maybe it was Densley's absence, as after all, he is the rock in our little family.
But today, I'm still having that lingering feeling. It's as if I've learnt something during my time away, and now that I have this knowledge, there's something in me saying it's time to move on. I don't know what it is. It's really hard to put my finger on it.
Maybe it's the fact that my grand-daddy boss told me so long ago, that he wanted me to keep learning, in order to become somewhat of an 'understudy' for my boss. Perhaps that knowledge is making me tense, keeping me under pressure, and willing me to move on. I'm instinct-ed to flight, rather than fight.
So many answers to my question, yet none seem to fit.
However, me seems to think something else.
Since I have officially decided on my future path, that of a writer, I have been following through on my resolution by reading books about writing fiction, figuring out my story ideas and characters, as well as writing out a reading list, which I will no doubt add to throughout the year (which I will put up on my blog shortly), in order to improve on my writing skills/techniques/foundations, and all these little changes, however unsignificant at this early stage, yet still influential in the road I will ultimately take, are already in effect and changing my future. That's why I feel out of place right now. Because I'm in the midst of travelling to another place already.
I know. Trippy stuff.
You know what? I'm not hanging shit on no-show boy anymore, with his too-often breaks at work, arriving late yet leaving the same time as everyone else. Not only has he improved considerably in his attendance and work ethic, but this morning he agreed with me that Kitty's arguments against mine yesterday were immature and stupid.
So if he does anything now to contradict his gradual move towards good work employee record, I will make sure I have my rose-coloured glasses on first, so as not to pass judgement. :)
Anywho, this started as about me, right?
I told Hubbie last night "If anything, that voice that told me today that I need to get out of there, that's gonna motivate me even MORE to be a successful writer."
"Then do it." With a glint of 'show me' in his eyes.
You bet I will.
So during my little hols, I got them ALL done. Well, bar one (the one involving organising all our home DVDs and labelling them and then putting them in this really cute box I have!) but still, almost ALL done. Including teaching myself how to sew buttons back onto my tops/dresses. I know! Legend! :-D
The best thing about it was, as well as get all those little-itty-bitty things done, the holiday felt REALLY long, in a good way.
So much so that when I came in to work yesterday, I felt like I'd been away forever. Things felt different. They looked different, maybe due to the fact that the maintenance people here did manage to move stuff around in my absence, freaking me out upon my return into our department. But more importantly, I felt different. I just had this weird sense, that I was over it. I was ready. This voice inside me said "you have to get out of here." Which is ironic considering I had wanted to be in this place for so long before. But clearly, there was now something else pulling me away.
The writing.
Look, it may have been a bad case of Monday-itis. The whole returning to work after leave thing, can leave you feeling rather down. Maybe it was the fact that the furniture had moved, my notes were missing, or the fact that no-show boy when walking in said "Welcome back to hell."
Nice huh?
Maybe it was his partially subdued depressive angst at seeing my still-wavering happiness at having been away.
Maybe it was Kitty, once again, proving her will against mine in a work-related discussion, and in her narrow-mindedness, refusing to see any view but her own, therefore insulting my intelligence with her ignorance.
Maybe it was Densley's absence, as after all, he is the rock in our little family.
But today, I'm still having that lingering feeling. It's as if I've learnt something during my time away, and now that I have this knowledge, there's something in me saying it's time to move on. I don't know what it is. It's really hard to put my finger on it.
Maybe it's the fact that my grand-daddy boss told me so long ago, that he wanted me to keep learning, in order to become somewhat of an 'understudy' for my boss. Perhaps that knowledge is making me tense, keeping me under pressure, and willing me to move on. I'm instinct-ed to flight, rather than fight.
So many answers to my question, yet none seem to fit.
However, me seems to think something else.
Since I have officially decided on my future path, that of a writer, I have been following through on my resolution by reading books about writing fiction, figuring out my story ideas and characters, as well as writing out a reading list, which I will no doubt add to throughout the year (which I will put up on my blog shortly), in order to improve on my writing skills/techniques/foundations, and all these little changes, however unsignificant at this early stage, yet still influential in the road I will ultimately take, are already in effect and changing my future. That's why I feel out of place right now. Because I'm in the midst of travelling to another place already.
I know. Trippy stuff.
You know what? I'm not hanging shit on no-show boy anymore, with his too-often breaks at work, arriving late yet leaving the same time as everyone else. Not only has he improved considerably in his attendance and work ethic, but this morning he agreed with me that Kitty's arguments against mine yesterday were immature and stupid.
So if he does anything now to contradict his gradual move towards good work employee record, I will make sure I have my rose-coloured glasses on first, so as not to pass judgement. :)
Anywho, this started as about me, right?
I told Hubbie last night "If anything, that voice that told me today that I need to get out of there, that's gonna motivate me even MORE to be a successful writer."
"Then do it." With a glint of 'show me' in his eyes.
You bet I will.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
New Year, New Decade
Oh wow. Just as I'm writing this, Hubbie and mine's first song, is on tv. It's our song well and truly, amongst others. This song came out in about July 2000, right before we started going out. 10 years ago. Well 11 now.
How appropriate, that it come on, as I start a post about the last year, last decade, and try to determine what the future holds.
WOW. What memories. I've just been taken back.
So, in the last year, there have been some changes, some growth within my life. Hubbie and I purchased a block of land. We made 1 year of marriage (!) which is a celebration in itself, LOL.
Work wise, I've developed substantially, gradually taking on more and more responsibility in my bosses absences. To the point that my bosses boss, says to me "I want you to keep learning, keep asking questions.... so that you may become like her..... understudy."
Shit. Those are big shoes to fill. I gratefully accept the compliments and the belief in my abilities, as to where it all leads, I guess we'll just have to wait and see:)
Relationship wise: as mentioned Hubbie and I made one year. Which sort of pales in comparison to the 10 years we've already been together, but marriage brings about different challenges that can't be experienced in a partnership where you don't live together. Marriage is wonderful, and it's awesome to be your own bosses: eat what you like, get up and go to sleep whenever. If you're cold, put the heater on! They sound like basic things I know, but don't forget the entertaining, the visitors, the parties, the going out. And with all of that comes massive compromise, and that's why marriage is different. Everything is shared, everything is part of you. His family is mine, and my family is his. There are disagreements, arguments, tears and outbursts. There's a bit of getting used to.
But after all of that? Despite the differences, the opposites in behaviour, the coming together of personalities, we are essentially the same people, and love the same things, and want the same things. That helps SOOO much. And last night, lying in bed, as his arm was outstretched over my body, my free hand on his shoulder as my other hand held the open book to read, I thought of how much I loved him. Despite the differences, despite families, despite EVERYTHING, I thought of how much I love him, how much MORE I love him after 10 years. And that tells me everything. Love grows and feeds off of itself. It develops into something so deep, that trivial crap, and itty-bitty bullshit, just doesn't even gain a speck on its radar. It's beyond anything comprehensible. We have so much of it within us, and when we emit it, it comes back to us two-fold, which is an incredible feeling.
So Hubbie and I are good:)
Family and Friends: Yes and yes, but sometimes no. Reading back on any of my blogs over the last year, you could not say that I have the most positive views on some family members, friends and people I know. But you know what, it's not a perfect world, there are no 'perfect' families and with the amount of differing personalities out there, it's impossible for all of us to get along. Having said that, I've learnt that you need to sometimes turn a blind eye, not look too much into things, and also as I mentioned in my "Christmas Wishes" post, wish the person who upsets you most, well. People who I couldn't stand, who I was extrememly disappointed in and let down by, I now feel differently about. I've accepted them as human, not perfect, and clearly with faults, like you, me and everyone else. I've zoned in on the positive, and really, that works. It's helped me so much, and I believe my negative downward spiral of unhappy family/friend realtionships have actually come to an end. Maybe even with Mouth and Moody. OMG. I know, incredible right?
Other fabulous news-worthy items: collingwood won, I saw George Michael and Hubbie and I holidayed in the sunshine state. There are so many more things, but I wanted this post to be future-oriented, rather than concerned with the past.
Having said that, I must look back on this last decade, just quickly :)
I get a very nervous feeling when I think that, because I know what's coming: this last decade, I went from an unattached 16 going on 17 year-old, to a girl going out with a guy who would later become her husband. How wonderful and weird this world is:) I finished high school, started and finished uni, had about 5 jobs until I found my current full-time one. Got married following a mammoth wedding, travelled through a good portion of Europe, and am now living contently a year and a half later.
So when I think of the next 10 years, the next decade, and wonder what my thoughts will be on the last 10 years, THEN, nervous tension bubbles in the pit of my stomach. I know it will involve a new home, expansion of family, friends getting married, and more kids, EVERYWHERE.
I guess change is always scary. Gosh I feel like crying now. I don't know what it is. Sometimes we're so comfortable where we are, that we don't want to move forward, we want to stay stationary in a moment in time. That's how I felt last night. As I've said quite regularly, I'm in a selfish phase of life. It's all about me, and Hubbie. My Hubbie, my life, my job, my car, my clothes, my friends, my family. Me me me. The thought of that changing freaks me out. I know how much I value myself and my life, and so I know that my attention shifting to something else, is something so foreign and almost unnatural, that I think that is what is really freaking me out. The changing of values, lifestyle.
You know what? I don't think it's good to look too far into the future. It can be scary. You don't know what to expect, and how things will transpire.
Not knowing is terrifying. But again as I say that, I am suddenly reminded of myself at the end of the last decade. Knowing all that I do now, having achieved so much academically, professionally, having a loving husband and wonderful family and friends, on our way to building a home, well! Telling my 16 year old self then, she would have freaked to find out so much! But having lived through it, step by step, it wasn't so scary. Interesting, challenging and life-evolving, that's what it was. It's life, it's growth and it's perfectly natural. You take each day at a time, and see where it leads you.
Which is why we do resolutions for a year ahead. It's less confronting:)
So I'm taking a deep breath and now focusing on the year ahead!
I took a peek at my resolutions from the past year, half cringing because I'd half forgotten them, but having re-read them I was pleasantly surprised:
1. To increase my Vitamin D intake by sitting in the sun more ( I love doing it anyway! ) and eating foods that are rich in the vitamin.
So yes lately especially, I've been in the sun heaps, to the point that Hubbie called me something not so nice as a joke in response to my darkened state. I took it as a compliment:) I have it all worked out: in spring and summer I get natural Vit D from the sun, in autumn/winter I take my Vit D supplements. As for the foods rich in Vit D, I try, when I can, but because the food sources are so scarce, I don't stress myself out over them.
2. To decrease arm fat.
Hmmm. So recently actually, I've started running around with Hubbie as he trains for, plays basketball. I think all the shooting and passing of the ball is helping, however until just recently I was quite slack in the department of decreasing arm fat, I didn't really do much. I'm hoping the new year will change that. Look, I don't have a fat arm problem, but I strive for perfection, as dangeous as that pursuit is.
3. To generally get more toned, in particular to target my tummy and reduce the fat there.
As per above comments. I haven't done much exercise to target that, but all the housework and busy lifestyle have helped me, somehow. Which is great.
4. To read more.
So this I have done more of. And I continue to do more of, given my upcoming 2011 resolutions. Read on.
2011 Resolutions
1. To read, HEAPS more. In fact, I want to set up some sort of column/box within my blogger page, so that I can list the books I wanna read and then so to speak 'tick' them off when I do. Seeing it everytime I log into blogger will help me be more aware of it too. I want to read more to help my writing as well (see below resolution), as I want to be more aware of different writing styles, different authors, different stories. I want to know so much, the need to read and research is so great within me right now.
2. To complete my first book by the end of the year. By complete I mean finish writing to my satisfactory standard, so that I can start promoting it to agents, or however it goes. As nervous as I get when I think of it, I think it is a realistic goal. One story, one year. I'm sure some would think I've given myself too much time even, however what I want to do is start something big, and I need the proper research, planning and education to get it right off the bat, so that when I continue with my following books, it all flows perfectly and effortlessly.
3. To get fit. Whether it's playing basketball with Hubbie, taking on yoga, or just getting into long walks/runs, I really want to make it a part of my life. I make health-oriented goals each year, and I know that with some of them, I do somewhat succeed, but others are just a waste of written space. I don't want that to be the case this year. I really want to make an effort of it. And seeing myself in my mind, with the body I want, is motivation enough.
4. To improve all my relationships, full-stop. To not sweat the small stuff, which will be assisted by the Richard Carlson "Don't Sweat the Small Stuff" daily calendar Red bought me for chrissy. To relax, not worry, see the postive in everyone and all things. To wish the people that annoy me, well, and MEAN it.
5. To continue on my path of spiritual growth and self-development. To keep reading books on bettering myself and my life, and to continue striving toward my dreams.
6. To enjoy life. Just the other day I said to Hubbie, "I want to enjoy our city; go out for coffee, walk through parks, just go out." It doesn't have to break the bank. Often the simplest things are the most rewarding. Taking a walk along the beach; eating an ice cream; sitting on a park bench. I want to observe, absorb, feel and create. I want to feel the sun on my face, be a part of life, experience all that is to offer. I want to live every day of my life. Because that's what we're here to do.
So, those are my dreams for the coming year. And being in the frame of mind that I am, I think I will do quite well (just between you and me:))
Remember: If at first you don't succeed, try, try again.
Happy new year, Happy New Decade :-D
How appropriate, that it come on, as I start a post about the last year, last decade, and try to determine what the future holds.
WOW. What memories. I've just been taken back.
So, in the last year, there have been some changes, some growth within my life. Hubbie and I purchased a block of land. We made 1 year of marriage (!) which is a celebration in itself, LOL.
Work wise, I've developed substantially, gradually taking on more and more responsibility in my bosses absences. To the point that my bosses boss, says to me "I want you to keep learning, keep asking questions.... so that you may become like her..... understudy."
Shit. Those are big shoes to fill. I gratefully accept the compliments and the belief in my abilities, as to where it all leads, I guess we'll just have to wait and see:)
Relationship wise: as mentioned Hubbie and I made one year. Which sort of pales in comparison to the 10 years we've already been together, but marriage brings about different challenges that can't be experienced in a partnership where you don't live together. Marriage is wonderful, and it's awesome to be your own bosses: eat what you like, get up and go to sleep whenever. If you're cold, put the heater on! They sound like basic things I know, but don't forget the entertaining, the visitors, the parties, the going out. And with all of that comes massive compromise, and that's why marriage is different. Everything is shared, everything is part of you. His family is mine, and my family is his. There are disagreements, arguments, tears and outbursts. There's a bit of getting used to.
But after all of that? Despite the differences, the opposites in behaviour, the coming together of personalities, we are essentially the same people, and love the same things, and want the same things. That helps SOOO much. And last night, lying in bed, as his arm was outstretched over my body, my free hand on his shoulder as my other hand held the open book to read, I thought of how much I loved him. Despite the differences, despite families, despite EVERYTHING, I thought of how much I love him, how much MORE I love him after 10 years. And that tells me everything. Love grows and feeds off of itself. It develops into something so deep, that trivial crap, and itty-bitty bullshit, just doesn't even gain a speck on its radar. It's beyond anything comprehensible. We have so much of it within us, and when we emit it, it comes back to us two-fold, which is an incredible feeling.
So Hubbie and I are good:)
Family and Friends: Yes and yes, but sometimes no. Reading back on any of my blogs over the last year, you could not say that I have the most positive views on some family members, friends and people I know. But you know what, it's not a perfect world, there are no 'perfect' families and with the amount of differing personalities out there, it's impossible for all of us to get along. Having said that, I've learnt that you need to sometimes turn a blind eye, not look too much into things, and also as I mentioned in my "Christmas Wishes" post, wish the person who upsets you most, well. People who I couldn't stand, who I was extrememly disappointed in and let down by, I now feel differently about. I've accepted them as human, not perfect, and clearly with faults, like you, me and everyone else. I've zoned in on the positive, and really, that works. It's helped me so much, and I believe my negative downward spiral of unhappy family/friend realtionships have actually come to an end. Maybe even with Mouth and Moody. OMG. I know, incredible right?
Other fabulous news-worthy items: collingwood won, I saw George Michael and Hubbie and I holidayed in the sunshine state. There are so many more things, but I wanted this post to be future-oriented, rather than concerned with the past.
Having said that, I must look back on this last decade, just quickly :)
I get a very nervous feeling when I think that, because I know what's coming: this last decade, I went from an unattached 16 going on 17 year-old, to a girl going out with a guy who would later become her husband. How wonderful and weird this world is:) I finished high school, started and finished uni, had about 5 jobs until I found my current full-time one. Got married following a mammoth wedding, travelled through a good portion of Europe, and am now living contently a year and a half later.
So when I think of the next 10 years, the next decade, and wonder what my thoughts will be on the last 10 years, THEN, nervous tension bubbles in the pit of my stomach. I know it will involve a new home, expansion of family, friends getting married, and more kids, EVERYWHERE.
I guess change is always scary. Gosh I feel like crying now. I don't know what it is. Sometimes we're so comfortable where we are, that we don't want to move forward, we want to stay stationary in a moment in time. That's how I felt last night. As I've said quite regularly, I'm in a selfish phase of life. It's all about me, and Hubbie. My Hubbie, my life, my job, my car, my clothes, my friends, my family. Me me me. The thought of that changing freaks me out. I know how much I value myself and my life, and so I know that my attention shifting to something else, is something so foreign and almost unnatural, that I think that is what is really freaking me out. The changing of values, lifestyle.
You know what? I don't think it's good to look too far into the future. It can be scary. You don't know what to expect, and how things will transpire.
Not knowing is terrifying. But again as I say that, I am suddenly reminded of myself at the end of the last decade. Knowing all that I do now, having achieved so much academically, professionally, having a loving husband and wonderful family and friends, on our way to building a home, well! Telling my 16 year old self then, she would have freaked to find out so much! But having lived through it, step by step, it wasn't so scary. Interesting, challenging and life-evolving, that's what it was. It's life, it's growth and it's perfectly natural. You take each day at a time, and see where it leads you.
Which is why we do resolutions for a year ahead. It's less confronting:)
So I'm taking a deep breath and now focusing on the year ahead!
I took a peek at my resolutions from the past year, half cringing because I'd half forgotten them, but having re-read them I was pleasantly surprised:
1. To increase my Vitamin D intake by sitting in the sun more ( I love doing it anyway! ) and eating foods that are rich in the vitamin.
So yes lately especially, I've been in the sun heaps, to the point that Hubbie called me something not so nice as a joke in response to my darkened state. I took it as a compliment:) I have it all worked out: in spring and summer I get natural Vit D from the sun, in autumn/winter I take my Vit D supplements. As for the foods rich in Vit D, I try, when I can, but because the food sources are so scarce, I don't stress myself out over them.
2. To decrease arm fat.
Hmmm. So recently actually, I've started running around with Hubbie as he trains for, plays basketball. I think all the shooting and passing of the ball is helping, however until just recently I was quite slack in the department of decreasing arm fat, I didn't really do much. I'm hoping the new year will change that. Look, I don't have a fat arm problem, but I strive for perfection, as dangeous as that pursuit is.
3. To generally get more toned, in particular to target my tummy and reduce the fat there.
As per above comments. I haven't done much exercise to target that, but all the housework and busy lifestyle have helped me, somehow. Which is great.
4. To read more.
So this I have done more of. And I continue to do more of, given my upcoming 2011 resolutions. Read on.
2011 Resolutions
1. To read, HEAPS more. In fact, I want to set up some sort of column/box within my blogger page, so that I can list the books I wanna read and then so to speak 'tick' them off when I do. Seeing it everytime I log into blogger will help me be more aware of it too. I want to read more to help my writing as well (see below resolution), as I want to be more aware of different writing styles, different authors, different stories. I want to know so much, the need to read and research is so great within me right now.
2. To complete my first book by the end of the year. By complete I mean finish writing to my satisfactory standard, so that I can start promoting it to agents, or however it goes. As nervous as I get when I think of it, I think it is a realistic goal. One story, one year. I'm sure some would think I've given myself too much time even, however what I want to do is start something big, and I need the proper research, planning and education to get it right off the bat, so that when I continue with my following books, it all flows perfectly and effortlessly.
3. To get fit. Whether it's playing basketball with Hubbie, taking on yoga, or just getting into long walks/runs, I really want to make it a part of my life. I make health-oriented goals each year, and I know that with some of them, I do somewhat succeed, but others are just a waste of written space. I don't want that to be the case this year. I really want to make an effort of it. And seeing myself in my mind, with the body I want, is motivation enough.
4. To improve all my relationships, full-stop. To not sweat the small stuff, which will be assisted by the Richard Carlson "Don't Sweat the Small Stuff" daily calendar Red bought me for chrissy. To relax, not worry, see the postive in everyone and all things. To wish the people that annoy me, well, and MEAN it.
5. To continue on my path of spiritual growth and self-development. To keep reading books on bettering myself and my life, and to continue striving toward my dreams.
6. To enjoy life. Just the other day I said to Hubbie, "I want to enjoy our city; go out for coffee, walk through parks, just go out." It doesn't have to break the bank. Often the simplest things are the most rewarding. Taking a walk along the beach; eating an ice cream; sitting on a park bench. I want to observe, absorb, feel and create. I want to feel the sun on my face, be a part of life, experience all that is to offer. I want to live every day of my life. Because that's what we're here to do.
So, those are my dreams for the coming year. And being in the frame of mind that I am, I think I will do quite well (just between you and me:))
Remember: If at first you don't succeed, try, try again.
Happy new year, Happy New Decade :-D
Thursday, December 30, 2010
My old-man crush :)
Gosh this is even slightly embarrassing to admit, but I shouldn't be embarrassed. No, I think a lot of women out there would agree with me.
Yeah, 60 year old women.
So I've been catching more and more episodes lately of The Rockford Files: the main actor being none other than James Garner.
The other day I watched an ep where James' character, Jim Rockford, falls for a woman who he later finds out is blind. He still pursues her, and helps her in finding out who her stalker is. All this happens over a two-part episode, filled with lots of action, suspense and romance of course.
I think this is the first time I'd seen Jim Rockford in a romantic relationship on the show. Funnily enough, because of my work, I'd seen a movie James Garner starred in just last week, where he acts alongside Sally Field in 'Murphy's Romance.' Here he plays an older man to Sally Field's character, perhaps 20 years her senior, where they end up falling in love, after she goes through a failed marriage, and he is left widowed.
When I was watching the movie, I found myself oddly drawn to the romance between the two. I was curious about the age difference, and via IMDB (the most fabulous site of all), discovered he was about 20 years older than her when the movie was filmed. Not only was I drawn to their romance, I felt an odd urge towards Garner. Yes he was almost 60 at the time of the movie. However, in his warm and comforting, supportive, caring and nurturing older man role, I found myself liking him, more and more. It was so weird and unexpected, that due to his age, I didn't know how to justify my feelings.
I also discovered via greatest movie site of all, that he was now 82, and that during the time of The Rockford Files, he was in his late-40s.
So the other day, watching the ep where Jim was head over heels for this blind woman, something about seeing him in a romantic relationship made me curious. Again. I can't really explain how it was, only that I came to thinking 'hey, I REALLY like this show.' I soon after spoke to a work colleague about it, and she cheekily admitted that growing up, she had had a crush on Jim Rockford, as played by James.
That's when my lightbulb went on, and in the faint background the angels were humming 'ahhhhhh.' I realised, I TOO had a slight crush on him! I just hadn't noticed it, or certainly expected it, because he was so much older now, and the show was filmed 30-ish years ago! And even then he was too old for me!
I started thinking: what was it? He was tall, dark, and handsome: the embodiment of the perfect 'IT' man. He definitely would have been even more attractive in his younger years. His cheeky personality in the show, coupled with strong determination, ability to get through most sticky situations, and witty sarcasm, made him interestingly appealing. There was just something there. Even his humble, somewhat goofy-at-times persona, made him more down-to-earth, more personable. It made me like the MAN, behind the CHARACTER, even MORE.
My sudden fascination with James Garner reminded me of similar screen affairs: that with James Dean and Paul Newman. I've been a fan of Dean's for years now, and I can never quite get over the incredible power he held, and still holds today, over movie-lovers and fellow screen actors; and he only ever made three films. REMARKABLE. I guess that with the fact that he died young, makes it easy to love the image, as we never did see him grow old.
With Paul Newman it was quite a different story: I watched a documentary of his life back when he was still alive, and fell in love with his back story. I was dumbfounded by how stunning he was in the peak of his youth, and even made the proclamation that he was better looking than James Dean; that's a huge statement from me, considering my extreme appreciation of Dean. There is a photograph I came upon of Newman and Dean, standing side-by-side, a screen shot for a movie that didn't eventuate with the two of them, and it is a photo that I really want to find, enlarge and frame. Two of the finest actors, looking ever so fine.
Although I haven't watched many of Newman's flicks, I was drawn in to him by his background, his movie choices and his life, finding him so inspiring to learn about. I was saddened to hear of his death when it happened, and pondered that despite his older age he was still taken too soon. Like Garner, having seen Newman in his old age, it was weird to be so attracted to him as his younger self, however when you see something good, you appreciate it and are drawn to it. You respect it, and where it came from.
So with all this going around in my head, I decided to search for some images of Garner, to see how he looked like in his hey-day. It was driving me slightly crazy, having this sudden obsession with him and not knowing why. I mean, I DID know why: all the before-mentioned characteristics of handsome, goofy, relatable, blah blah blah. But I'd never really been one for OLDER men if you know what I mean, and this guy was WAAAYYY older.
As I had read from Garner's IMDB page that he was friends with Newman, I decided to look for a photo of the 2 of them together. I typed "Paul Newman and James Garner," in google and clicked search images.
I had searches come up, but none of the images seemed to contain the two in a photo together. I scanned through the images and stopped at one rather quickly.
It contained a photo of James Garner, side by side with a photo of..... David Boreanaz.
Sigh.
My love affair with Angel. As you can tell, my desire for him began with his role in Buffy, as Angel, and continued well into the show of the same name. And continues, as I believe that he is the best-looking man on tv, EVER (until I watched the series October Road, and my unfaltering dedication wavered slightly due to Bryan Greenberg).
So, to then come across a photo where they have placed David's face next to James', well let's just say it got my attention.
The link took me to a blog, that explained that a newspaper article had compared the incredible similarities between the stars of yester-year, against the screen stars of today. The intention was to suggest that we get the same sort of look in each generation.
Check it out here:
http://www.google.com.au/imgres?imgurl=http://stokedasagoat.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/garner_boreanaz.jpg%3Fw%3D500%26h%3D375&imgrefurl=http://stokedasagoat.wordpress.com/&usg=__WC7zlhxZ4TWutYSJtGJEP4e7jrE=&h=375&w=500&sz=90&hl=en&start=10&zoom=1&itbs=1&tbnid=acnqvDwu0q5s9M:&tbnh=98&tbnw=130&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dpaul%2Bnewman%2Band%2Bjames%2Bgarner%26hl%3Den%26gbv%3D2%26tbs%3Disch:1
It showed the similarities between Brad Pitt and Robert Redford, George Clooney as the new Cary Grant, and lo and behold................
David Boreanaz as an almost splitting image of James Garner.
I get it now! I get it! I get WHY I had this unexplainable pull, this urge and curiosity towards Garner, all the while knowing full well how much older he was...... because he looks like Boreanaz!
Or rather, Boreanaz looks like Garner:) Yes, you gotta pay tribute to the original, and appreciate where all good things began....
Thanks Garner. You're awesome. And yes hot, there I said it.
Side note: this specific link came up because also, at the end of the article, Matthew McConaughey was named as the new.... Paul Newman. Eh. Really? You decide for yourself.
Yeah, 60 year old women.
So I've been catching more and more episodes lately of The Rockford Files: the main actor being none other than James Garner.
The other day I watched an ep where James' character, Jim Rockford, falls for a woman who he later finds out is blind. He still pursues her, and helps her in finding out who her stalker is. All this happens over a two-part episode, filled with lots of action, suspense and romance of course.
I think this is the first time I'd seen Jim Rockford in a romantic relationship on the show. Funnily enough, because of my work, I'd seen a movie James Garner starred in just last week, where he acts alongside Sally Field in 'Murphy's Romance.' Here he plays an older man to Sally Field's character, perhaps 20 years her senior, where they end up falling in love, after she goes through a failed marriage, and he is left widowed.
When I was watching the movie, I found myself oddly drawn to the romance between the two. I was curious about the age difference, and via IMDB (the most fabulous site of all), discovered he was about 20 years older than her when the movie was filmed. Not only was I drawn to their romance, I felt an odd urge towards Garner. Yes he was almost 60 at the time of the movie. However, in his warm and comforting, supportive, caring and nurturing older man role, I found myself liking him, more and more. It was so weird and unexpected, that due to his age, I didn't know how to justify my feelings.
I also discovered via greatest movie site of all, that he was now 82, and that during the time of The Rockford Files, he was in his late-40s.
So the other day, watching the ep where Jim was head over heels for this blind woman, something about seeing him in a romantic relationship made me curious. Again. I can't really explain how it was, only that I came to thinking 'hey, I REALLY like this show.' I soon after spoke to a work colleague about it, and she cheekily admitted that growing up, she had had a crush on Jim Rockford, as played by James.
That's when my lightbulb went on, and in the faint background the angels were humming 'ahhhhhh.' I realised, I TOO had a slight crush on him! I just hadn't noticed it, or certainly expected it, because he was so much older now, and the show was filmed 30-ish years ago! And even then he was too old for me!
I started thinking: what was it? He was tall, dark, and handsome: the embodiment of the perfect 'IT' man. He definitely would have been even more attractive in his younger years. His cheeky personality in the show, coupled with strong determination, ability to get through most sticky situations, and witty sarcasm, made him interestingly appealing. There was just something there. Even his humble, somewhat goofy-at-times persona, made him more down-to-earth, more personable. It made me like the MAN, behind the CHARACTER, even MORE.
My sudden fascination with James Garner reminded me of similar screen affairs: that with James Dean and Paul Newman. I've been a fan of Dean's for years now, and I can never quite get over the incredible power he held, and still holds today, over movie-lovers and fellow screen actors; and he only ever made three films. REMARKABLE. I guess that with the fact that he died young, makes it easy to love the image, as we never did see him grow old.
With Paul Newman it was quite a different story: I watched a documentary of his life back when he was still alive, and fell in love with his back story. I was dumbfounded by how stunning he was in the peak of his youth, and even made the proclamation that he was better looking than James Dean; that's a huge statement from me, considering my extreme appreciation of Dean. There is a photograph I came upon of Newman and Dean, standing side-by-side, a screen shot for a movie that didn't eventuate with the two of them, and it is a photo that I really want to find, enlarge and frame. Two of the finest actors, looking ever so fine.
Although I haven't watched many of Newman's flicks, I was drawn in to him by his background, his movie choices and his life, finding him so inspiring to learn about. I was saddened to hear of his death when it happened, and pondered that despite his older age he was still taken too soon. Like Garner, having seen Newman in his old age, it was weird to be so attracted to him as his younger self, however when you see something good, you appreciate it and are drawn to it. You respect it, and where it came from.
So with all this going around in my head, I decided to search for some images of Garner, to see how he looked like in his hey-day. It was driving me slightly crazy, having this sudden obsession with him and not knowing why. I mean, I DID know why: all the before-mentioned characteristics of handsome, goofy, relatable, blah blah blah. But I'd never really been one for OLDER men if you know what I mean, and this guy was WAAAYYY older.
As I had read from Garner's IMDB page that he was friends with Newman, I decided to look for a photo of the 2 of them together. I typed "Paul Newman and James Garner," in google and clicked search images.
I had searches come up, but none of the images seemed to contain the two in a photo together. I scanned through the images and stopped at one rather quickly.
It contained a photo of James Garner, side by side with a photo of..... David Boreanaz.
Sigh.
My love affair with Angel. As you can tell, my desire for him began with his role in Buffy, as Angel, and continued well into the show of the same name. And continues, as I believe that he is the best-looking man on tv, EVER (until I watched the series October Road, and my unfaltering dedication wavered slightly due to Bryan Greenberg).
So, to then come across a photo where they have placed David's face next to James', well let's just say it got my attention.
The link took me to a blog, that explained that a newspaper article had compared the incredible similarities between the stars of yester-year, against the screen stars of today. The intention was to suggest that we get the same sort of look in each generation.
Check it out here:
http://www.google.com.au/imgres?imgurl=http://stokedasagoat.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/garner_boreanaz.jpg%3Fw%3D500%26h%3D375&imgrefurl=http://stokedasagoat.wordpress.com/&usg=__WC7zlhxZ4TWutYSJtGJEP4e7jrE=&h=375&w=500&sz=90&hl=en&start=10&zoom=1&itbs=1&tbnid=acnqvDwu0q5s9M:&tbnh=98&tbnw=130&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dpaul%2Bnewman%2Band%2Bjames%2Bgarner%26hl%3Den%26gbv%3D2%26tbs%3Disch:1
It showed the similarities between Brad Pitt and Robert Redford, George Clooney as the new Cary Grant, and lo and behold................
David Boreanaz as an almost splitting image of James Garner.
I get it now! I get it! I get WHY I had this unexplainable pull, this urge and curiosity towards Garner, all the while knowing full well how much older he was...... because he looks like Boreanaz!
Or rather, Boreanaz looks like Garner:) Yes, you gotta pay tribute to the original, and appreciate where all good things began....
Thanks Garner. You're awesome. And yes hot, there I said it.
Side note: this specific link came up because also, at the end of the article, Matthew McConaughey was named as the new.... Paul Newman. Eh. Really? You decide for yourself.
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