Darn self control! SJ and I went up to Park City to the outlets to get out of the heat, (hey! it was 10 degrees cooler...) and oh, so hard to have self control among all the fabulous deals on things you really don't need! So, to consol myself and congratulate myself I will tell you I did not buy: the amazing white hand bag with wine-red pokadot ribbon accents, the $100 (and $100 0ff) perfect fitting Diesel jeans, the cute green vintage embroidered hoodie, the cute beige and blue stripped sweater, the perfectly sassy black stiletto sandal/heels, the perfectly perfect tall brown Sunday-shoes heels, the perfectly perfect short pointy heels, brown, black, navy or red.....I could go on and on and on! Does anyone else have a hard time exhibiting self-control like me? Why do expensive things have to be cute? and better fitting? I'm not a saint though, I bought a dang cute black skirt. $18.50.
I have to confess in some ways I am a late bloomer! I have always been the one who can't go to the bathroom by herself, can't order pizza by herself, can't whatever, I need my female support group! The last couple of weeks I've been at a few parties and picked up a few guys, and the thing is, they really do come up to you when you are by yourself, and when your girlfriends leave, and you stay, and keep talking, it does wonders. How I didn't figure this out in my early BYU days, I don't know! But I am a late bloomer! Still so far to go, still have to have a dialogue with myself and say, "Esperanza, stay where you are...feet don't move...keep talking to cute boy..." Really, by 27 shouldn't I have already fiqured this out? LOL. I'm not saying I can't date boys or talk to boys, but meeting guys at parties that you have never even seen before, and trying to come up with conversation, is scary, and I usually run away~ just like I did when I met fantasy boyfried 2 1/2 years ago. Darn, if I had learned this lesson before I met him...ah, water under the bridge! Live and learn!
For my fellow literary addicts, if you have not read Marlowe's Dr. Faustus, I highly recommend it. I just read it for an independent study class. It is a relaitvely short, a play, and if you ever sauntered down the hallways of the old JKHB at BYU, there was a lovely painting of Dr. Faustus before he is whipped down to Hell, hanging there. From Dr. Faustus we get the first real-documented/modern-ish reference to "selling your soul to the devil," and this is where we get the "little angel and devil on your shoulder" bit. When the devil and angel are on Dr. Faustus' shoulder, I could not help and picture instead the little angel and devil from The Emperor's New Groove. And there are some classic heaven and hell lines in it, that i didn't know started with Faustus!
Anyway, it was written in 1604, and worth a looking into, I feel a little more culturally literate~ now if you will. LOL.
Here is a line or two you might recognize:
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss: Her lips sucks forth my sould, see where it flies! Here will I dwell, for heaven be in these lips, ANd all is dross that is not Helena! I will be Paris, and for love of thee, Instead of Troy shall Wittenberg be sacked; And I will combat with weak Menelaus, And wear they colors on my plumed crest: Yea, I will would Achilles in the heel, And then return to Helen for a kiss.
Was that a Kodak jingle? Does anyone remember? LOL. Life sure hands you a lot doesn't it? I'm convinced humor and optimism is the way to get through it. You have to balance out the awful moments like getting a flat tire, and having to fix it yourself because everyone pretends you are not there on the side of the road, a young girl slaving over a tire! And the moments where you are having a slumber party and the only thing your friend Panini has to eat while slumbering is chili beans, green beans and corn from a can~. The later is the good moment, the former is the harsh moment. Life. Life. Life. Then you really laugh when you should not because your friend Panini gets a flat tire the next day. I wonder what I have at my house to eat at a slumber party...jk.