Sexy and I Know It!

NaBloPoMo asks today…

Is someone hot forever once they're labeled hot? Or is hotness fleeting?

 
    When you are hot you’re hot, and when you are not, you’re not.   The state of looking hot is a lot like beauty and strictly in the eye of the beholder.  There are some folks, like me, that never reach the status of hot all their lives.  The most we can ever achieve is “cute”.   I have never in the history of time had someone look at me and said “Damn girl, you are hot!!!”  If they did, I seriously would have looked at them and figured they either needed new glasses or their head examined.  It is a state of mind and being.  Yell out “I’m sexy and I know it” to the masses and they are going to laugh themselves silly or chances are someone out there is going to believe it.  Check it out…because you got their attention!

      Some folks will do everything in their power to be hot even resorting to plastic surgery.  They pour thousands into Botox and lifts here and there until it gets to the point they no longer look like themselves.  They will hold onto youth with both hands and plastic surgeons make a killing on these people.  The sad part is instead of looking better; many times they become a grotesque version of themselves and become addicted to the process.  What disgusts me the most about plastic surgery is that it essentially screws with the cosmic universe and what God intended in the first place.  

  

     With all that said, hotness is fleeting.  If you have it when you are young, you are really lucky if you retain it as you grow older.  Often if you weren’t hot, you can sometimes obtain a level of hotness with a healthy dose of attitude.  A healthy dose of self-confidence goes a long way to being hot in my humble opinion.  Some folks grow hotter as they age.  They get better with time just like a fine wine.  Again I think that has a lot to do with that whole attitude and confidence factor.

      Why does it matter if you are hot or not?  Does hotness mean flaunting what you have and wearing as little as possible?  In some people’s minds, probably, but the bottom line is…hotness is determined on an individual basis and always in the eye of the beholder.  Walk the walk, dress the part, and get the moves…or simply be you. It is whatever works.  After careful muddling through this concept I have determined it is all about attitude and personality.   If all else fails pour some jalapenos on it and crank the heat to full blast.  If that doesn’t heat you up, nothing else will.

Z is for Zippity Do Dah Day!

      Zippity Do Dah is an Academy award winning song from the 1946 Disney classic feature film “Song of the South”.  It is a wonderful day filled with sunshine and happiness.  Shouting Zippity Do Dah may get you a few odd looks, smirks, and out right smiles but it will also spread happiness to all the poor unfortunate miserable souls around you.  It is one of those happy phrases that make others wonder just what you are so happy about. 

      Saying it at the butt crack of dawn on Monday morning may confirm your admittance to the loony bin in a lot of people’s minds.  A lot of people can not handle a person who believes that unicorns eat butterflies and poop out rainbows.  Just think about that for a minute.  How many people can turn $hit into rainbows and happiness? You have to admit, THAT is a gift.

          Have you ever wondered why people are OK with a person being happy, but being a little too happy gives people pause?  Why not be happy?  Why not have your giggles bubbling up from deep in your soul at the craziest moments?  It is a gift when you can find just one more reason for being glad.  Even in life’s darkest hour there should be laughter and there should be an accounting of blessings.   I am so thankful that even in the face of adversity it is a gift I possess.

     I haven’t always had this annoying sunny disposition.  I haven’t always been high on life.  At many times, life just plain sucked and it was really hard to get passed that.  There were times when I couldn’t find the ridiculous or the hilarity anywhere.  I was miserable and depressed and very much the epitome of my favorite Winnie the Pooh character Eeyore.  I was afraid to speak my mind.  I was afraid to be too happy for fear of what others would think.  

      As I have grown older that fear has receded.  When I am extremely nervous or anxious, giggles will rise to the surface, my words will tumble over themselves and I will focus on the funny.   Where I would once recede into the quiet, shy depths of fear of what others might or did think, now I have been possessed  with a refreshing half past give a $hit attitude.  Honestly I credit it to the early throes of menopause.  My confidence has risen like a phoenix from G0d only knows where.  I must have always had the ability to be this way buried deep inside me but I often wonder how my life would have been different if this Kathy would have emerged earlier.

     Why worry about things you can not change?  Why moan about the cruelties of life?  Why not find a reason to be glad, take stock in your blessings daily, and celebrate them?  I admit the last several days have been dark with worry here in my neck of the woods.  I realize all I can do is the best I can with the hand I am dealt.   

Zippity Do Dah!! 

      I have completed the 2012 A-Z Blogging Challenge!!  I am breaking out the bubbly and doing a happy dance until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.