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Day 257: f*ing friday :: a funny thing part 2

14 Sep

Today continues the weekly series, F*ing Fridays, which will coincidentally occur on Friday. In Year One, I mentioned some of my favorite F words back on Day 5, including: Fearless, Fabulous, Fine, Fun, Faith, Freedom, Forgiveness, to name a Few.

Last week I dove into the word Farkle.

Today’s F*ing Friday is dedicated to the words:
Funny Things.

As in, oops!

I really farkled up yesterday.

I drove home after working in my “office” (a.k.a. a coffee shop) and sat in my car for an extra fifteen minutes just to collect my thoughts before being trampled by the dynamic duo (a.k.a. Pup and Brady bounding to greet me at the door).

My phone beeped as I sat in my car. Text message.

It was my friend Sue. She wrote: “We just docked. I’ll walk up to Main Street and wait in front of the gift shop on the northwest corner.”

I was totally confused. Sue wasn’t due to arrive on the island for another day. She was supposed to come on Friday so we could take her out to dinner at the Outermost Inn. It was planned weeks in advance as a way to thank her for watching over the house while we were on our Grand Canyon adventure earlier in the summer.

When we first asked  Sue to watch over the house, she agreed and we pledged to take her to dinner at Outermost Inn as a gift in exchange for her help. Her face lit up. “I have been waiting 25 years to eat there!” She exclaimed. Done deal. We would take her to Outermost Inn. Dreams come true.

But the reservation was for FRIDAY. NOT Thursday.

“Wait… is today Friday?” I questioned my sanity as I pulled up my calendar. Confirmed. It was indeed Thursday.

Why is Sue here a day early? Then I remembered the Outermost Inn reservation and immediately called the restaurant that REQUIRES a reservation in advance. Sometimes WAY in advance.

The hostess on the other end of the telephone confirmed our reservation was for Friday.  I groaned out loud into the phone. “Oh, God. How did I mess this up?” And then sheepishly asked if there was by any chance under the sun and grace of some loving God an open reservation for THURSDAY night. TONIGHT.  Like, in the next four hours?  Please….

The hostess laughed into the phone. I gulped.

Sue was on the island waiting for me to pick her up, how was I going to tell her that the reservation she had been waiting 25 YEARS to enjoy was not today. Besides her plan was to eat an early dinner and take the late ferry off the island. What to do now?

“We might have an 8PM opening.” The hostess exclaimed. “Great! Book it!” I answered back having no idea how we would get Sue back from Aquinnah, the Outermost part of the island, where the OUTERMOST INN is located to eat an 8PM dinner and make the last ferry at 9:30PM.

I picked Sue up in my car and gave her a huge hug. And then shattered her 25-year dream and apologized profusely. “We can eat there at 8PM but you will miss the last ferry tonight.” I sheepishly explained.

“No problem.” Sue cheerfully answered. “I’m sure we can figure out something.”

I racked my brain. Who has a place for Sue to sleep? I called my friend down the street with extra rental rooms. Not there. We sat on her deck waiting for her to return. No dice. Then I remembered Regina.

Regina! I called her in a last minute dash, crossing my fingers. She answered. She accepted my proposal to allow a stranger to sleep in her house. The Outermost Inn was on.

Except I forgot to tell Justin.

I called Justin and in one breath explained the whole situation, with each character and plot line fully developed including my near heart attack at messing up the reservation night.

He stopped me in the middle of my soliloquy and reiterated. “So you’re saying we have a reservation tonight at 8PM?”

“Um. Yeah.” I shrugged my shoulders as if he could see me.

“Okay, I have to shower but I’ll see you there.” he confirmed.

Men. He didn’t even let me get to the good part where I secured housing (in a single bound) on the island for Sue to sleep over.

The night went from a complete disaster on my part, to a fabulous, fun, frolic in the sunset. What an F*ing day. And I didn’t even plan it.

Amazing what happens when you let life take over.
Or completely “F” it up.

Sometimes it’s better than expected. And it was.

Here’s our FOOD photos from one of the most beautiful spots on this place called Earth.

Thank you Outermost Inn.

I hope somebody called you tonight in a panic for a Friday night reservation so you could say: “A funny thing happened…”






Day 138: f*ing friday :: fried foods

18 May

F*ing Fridays are back!
And, they will continue to occur on Friday. I mentioned some of my favorite F words back on Day 5 in Year 1, including: Fearless, Fabulous, Fine, Fun, Faith, Freedom, Forgiveness, to name a Few.

Last week I dove into the word Frank

Today’s F*ing Friday is dedicated to the word:
Fried Foods.

As in, onion rings at New York deli. 

Today I read through the website SmithTeens and I LOVE it!
It’s f*ing fantastic stuff from the brains of Six-Word-Teens in their own emotions, heartbreaks, confusion, brilliance and purely delightful Six Word Memoirs.

Check out these sample Sixers from the site:

  • kiss me in public, butthead.
  • baker. writer. still full time giggler.
  • I’ve already turned into my mother 
  • still a virgin, that’s good right?

And, one of my favorites:

  • sorry body I love food more 

Which is the perfect f*ing lead-in to my fried food friday night on the town in the Big Apple.

In honor of my trip to New York City, here are my Sixers of the day.

Big Apple. Little bites. Onion rings.

Big city. Small night. Stayed In.

What’s your sixer of the day?

Day 131: f*ing friday :: frank

11 May

F*ing Fridays are back!
And, they will continue to occur on Friday. I mentioned some of my favorite F words back on Day 5 in Year 1, including: Fearless, Fabulous, Fine, Fun, Faith, Freedom, Forgiveness, to name a Few.

Last week I dove into the word Friends In France 

Today’s F*ing Friday is dedicated to the word:

As in, playing it forward.

This morning I opened up my email an found a gift in the daily love newsletter from Mastin Kipp.
It was a free rental of the movie May I Be Frank.
You can watch the trailer below or here:

In a sentence, this movie is about the transformation of one man in 42 days — on a diet of raw food, self-acceptance and gratitude.

As the subtitle says, this is a story about Sex, Drugs and Transformation. 

The movie got me thinking of that heavy duty word: transformation.

More than anything else, I reviewed my own transformation over this Promise 365 journey. I especially thought of everything I tried and stumbled upon last year in my promise not to shop for clothes or shoes and instead invest in my head, heart, body and soul.

What sticks out most to me now (especially since beginning my journey in year 2 to lovemore and fearless) is how simple and easy this transformation thing really is — and how overly complicated it always seems in the process.

What I have learned is this:
It all boils down to love.  

And service. 

So I am paying it forward to someone else.
Here is one free rental of the movie Let Me Be Frank.

First person to click here gets it.  Enjoy!

And …Happy F*ing Friday!

P.S. Speaking of LOVE… I can’t get the Jason Mraz theme song from the movie out of my head.  You can listen to it here, and ask yourself this question:  What would love do now?

Day 314: sweet swear words

10 Nov

Interesting concept Justin shared with me today: the average American consumes 2 pounds of candy a month (24 pounds a year).

That’s like eating more than a pack of M&M’s every day.
This he picked up from watching The Biggest Loser.

And, this was me yesterday as we trolled, I mean, strolled the aisles at WALMART looking for a Crock-Pot (so that I can actually start cooking, I mean crocking).

I was dumbfounded by the amount of candy in this barrel.
It’s like every ten-year-old movie-goers dream.

Personally, I favored the Skittles over Hot Tamales or Nerds when I was a kid.  I eventually grew into Raisinets.  Mostly because I could justify the treat as a healthy choice — there are real raisins in there! But, these days, I am a no butter popcorn girl.

Sweet teeth aside, I have found that I reach for these comfort foods when stress sets in — well, I should say, I crave these comfort foods and I have yet to cave to them over this experiment (post cleanse).


Today almost sent me over the edge, moving being one of my big triggers of stress.  And, we do it every 6 months, oh joy.

But, I think I found a new solution to this stress induced comfort craving — and Positive Psychology Daily News swears by it too!

According to this article, swearing (yes —bad words, bleeps, cussing) has been proven to reduce pain or frustration.

All in all, the traditional social norm that proclaims swearing is all bad does not conform to what we learn from science. Swearing can be beneficial in a physically painful situation and in a truly threatening circumstance.

That may be all the permission I need.
I just might try it tomorrow when we are moving the heavy furniture into our apartment.  Maybe we should alert the neighbors?

Hey, this year is about finding out what’s good for my head, heart, body and soul. And, if dropping an f-bomb is what it takes …well …let’s just say I am fully committed.

And, it’s good timing too— tomorrow is an F*ing Friday.
Instead of a mouth full of candy, I might just find myself with a mouth full of soap.

Day 127: f*ing friday :: forget

7 May

Today continues the weekly series, F*ing Fridays, which will coincidentally occur on Friday. I mentioned some of my favorite F words back on Day 5, including: Fearless, Fabulous, Fine, Fun, Faith, Freedom, Forgiveness, to name a Few.

Last week I dove into the word Fairytale.

Today’s F*ing Friday is dedicated to the word:

As in, forget about it.

Yesterday, I forgot about F*ing Friday.

How F*ing Forgetful of me.
You see, it was quite a busy week around here, beginning to prepare for the move north, looking for a fall apartment, a storage unit, and fumbling through car options while figuring out what to do with the end of my looming car lease.

All while holding down the fort by myself (while Justin traveled back to the west coast) while still working, meeting deadlines, as well as not forgetting to feed and walk myself and the dog.

Then yesterday, in all the flurry, I had a magical moment getting caught up in the cute little duckies waddling by my window. Inspired! Spontaneous! Spectacular!

Before I knew it, it was Saturday afternoon by the time I realized… I forgot about F*ing Friday.  Blasphemy!

It’s been a trend over the last month actually.

First, I forgot about Easter.

Then, I forgot which week Mother’s Day would land and moved the celebration up a week in my mind. I even convinced Justin it was a week in advance this year (but I did send those greeting cards off in the mail early).

You see, I barely know what season I am in, let alone the day of the week, this being the first time ever living in the tropics. I keep calling winter “summer”, and summer “winter”.

(In a totally forgetful move, I was even surprised to hear I would need to pack a coat for my trip to Boston next week. A COAT! What’s that? It’s already 90+ degrees down here in the tropics!)

If there is one thing I have learned (sometimes the hard way) through forgetting to say thank you, forgetting to take out the trash, forgetting to pick up the mail, forgetting to unload the dishwasher, forgetting my best friend’s birthday, and forgetting yesterday’s F*ing Friday…

It is this:
There are three very powerful words in this universe and sometimes that’s all there is left to say.

I am sorry.

And, hopefully with a little time, attention, consistency and a little love those three words will be enough to to bring out an even more powerful “F” word, in fact it’s the most F*ing magical one of all:


Happy belated Friday.
I am sorry.
Can we just forgive and forget?


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