Dream A Little Dream…

Dream a little dream

Cinderella had them, The Little Mermaid had them, and so did every other princess in the history of princesses. They all, despite their flaws and setbacks, were courageous enough to dream. If a fairytale character made up of pastel colors and damsel in distress syndrome can do it, so can you. I dare you to dream a little dream…

Somewhere between being a little girl playing dress up in our mother’s high heals and being the bill paying adult, a little bit of the magic got lost. The world around us lost some of the wondrous amazement that kept us up as children, wondering about the stars and the creatures that go bump in the night. With the magic drained, we sometimes forget the beauty in a color packed sunset and the faith held within our deepest dreams. Dreams, the little butterflies that fly around our heart lifting us up into a place of hope and faith. A dream is a wish your heart makes….

What does your heart want? Yes the day to day can sometimes serve as a distraction, but underneath all of the ho hum, is the familiar flutter of your dreams. Forget about the bills, the deadlines, and what’s for dinner. For just a moment think about the dreams for your life. What makes your heart go pitter patter in a silly way? What image in your mind brings a lopsided 3 year old smile to your perfectly glossed lips?

Those dreams aren’t just child’s play, they are the building blocks of our future. Dreams serve to navigate us along the waters of happiness and energy. They help to remind us that even in moments of darkness, there is still light shinning from within us. Dreams complete the core of our beings, tied together with morals and substance. We are all at our center, dreamers. Dreamers, go getters, laughers, dancers, hardworkers…. we are all so very unique… but in so many regards we are all the same. We all just want to be happy.

What do your dreams say to you? Do you long for a lake to paint by or a corner office with an assistant named Jeeves? Embrace these dreams and use them as your map. You may not have exactly what your dreams blueprints require, but live your life piecing together that blueprint. It takes one spark, one line, one piece to get started. Don’t bottle your dreams up and put them on a shelf to be forgotten. Open them up and allow them to take form one magical moment at a time. Don’t expect instant gratification, I’m not selling you “Insta-Dream” just add water and stir…..poof dream realization. Enjoy the journey, live your dreams, share your warmth. If you’re willing to open up to your dreams, you dreams will be able to open up to you.

I want to encourage you to keep little notes, sketches, pictures, however your brain works, of your dreams. Maybe you long to own a house with stables, so you use EverNote to compile the perfect horse stables. Perhaps start a collection of recipes for when you open your cafe. Set aside even $1 dollar a day for your dream vacation to Ireland. Every step, every moment, will bring you one step closer to realizing your dreams. You can have whatever your heart desires if you are truly willing to embrace and move towards that dream. Dreams aren’t handed to us with a brightly colored bow, they are embraced and worked towards. The great thing is, when it comes to dreams, the “work” part is half the fun.

I would love to know what some of your dreams are, share in the comments.

As always until next time….

Keep it Sassy & Classy,

B's Sig


Heck No Boring, Hello Mission Fun! Who’s With Me?

Ladies, I am on a mission, and I want to drag you along for the ride. That’s right I want you to be my partner in crime because that’s what sassy gal pals do. We tag right along for all adventures without a second thought. Us women, we have to stick together.

Who’s with me….

That not so ravishing creature above is me, not all the time, but when I think about my impending birthday (psssst the big 3—–0) I turn into a hot ugly crying mess. Sure sure it starts out innocently enough as I glance at the calendar in my office or the date on my phone. Then my basic math skills taught to me by my evil 3rd grade teacher kick in, revealing the number of days left in my 20’s. This is when the panic while rocking in the fetal position comes into play. In short… I lose my ever loving mind.

After choking back the ugly tears and bubbling nose goo (you know it’s not just me), I came to a realization. It’s not so much the number *cough**couch* 30 that terrifies me, it’s the negative imagery that I associate with that specific number. To me 30=adulthood and adulthood=lame-o-ville. Now don’t get me wrong I’m a responsible gal, I’m not afraid of being a “big girl”…. I’m afraid of being boring. I don’t want to wake up the morning of my 30th birthday and suddenly only be able to talk about stocks and pot roast. Translation, “I don’t want to grow up, I wanna be a toys-r-us kid”.

I don’t want to wake up, work, eat, sit on the couch, sleep… Rinse and repeat. NO! I don’t want to stop having fun no matter how many years I’ve been dancing around on the Earth. I want to pay the electric bill, but I want to do it while dancing around in my underwear singing off key to a hairbrush. I want to buy groceries, but I want to start a game of tag in the middle of the produce isle, TAG you’re it. I will even gladly wait in line at the dreaded DMV, but I just might smile and spark up random conversation with those waiting in the never ending line along side me. To continue my thought from yesterday, growing up doesn’t have to mean growing boring. We are as exciting and full of life as we choose to be.

Trust me ladies if I had a magic wand I could wave to make my thighs smaller (like they use to be) and my boobs perkier (like they use to be), I would. Not only would I use that magic wand, I would share it with all of you, because I’m a giver like that. Alas, I’m wandless… But I’m not without a fun idea. Perhaps fun is an understatement, I’m thinking it’s on the verge of quirky. Quirky on the verge of Fantastic. Fantastic on the verge of… You know you want to do this…. Allow me to explain.

I found this list of To Do’s circulating around social media world and I found myself wanting to do them, why? Why not! I tweaked the list a little and came up with 7 funny to do items. Are there at least 6 other adventurous souls out there who would want to take on at least one of these silly To Do items with me?




Mission Fun To Do List:

  1. Pick one (at least) to do list item (see above)
  2. Post down in the comments what to do list item you are taking on
  3. Record or otherwise document completion of said to do list item
  4. Let’s all link up to share in the humor

Honestly life is too short to be lived boring. Who wants to have some fun with me? Anyone, anyone? Join in, in the comments.

As always, until next time…

Keep it Sassy & Classy,

B's Sig

Almost 30 Life Crisis: Your First Time

When is the last time you did something for the first time?

I read this question last night and it totally stumped me… the last time I did something for the first time was…. Scratch head… um… I can’t tell you. I live in a bit of a boring world of routine. You can pretty much set your watch (do people still wear watches?) to what I’m doing and when. I consider it reliable, grounded and expected. Routine, that’s what adults do. We are responsible and predictable and… oh my gosh I’m so boring. When did I trade in fun and exciting for boring and repetitive?

I love the people in my life. I’m dating an amazing man who has a fantastic daughter, I have wonderful friends and a little boy that amazes me every single day. Life is good, but I’m in a bit of a rut. I’ve become an old fuddy duddy. You may as well heat up a TV dinner, serve it to me on a TV tray, sit me in front of Wheel of Fortune and then push me off to bed before the clock strikes 7. I’m 29 going on 90.

It’s time for some revamp… the question is, when is the last time you did something for the first time?


How many more firsts can I squeeze into a day, a week, a month? Heck how many more firsts can I have in the next hour? You know that feeling when you heart rate picks up, you’re all smiles and you can sit still you are so giddy? I encourage you all to embrace your inner giddy, squeeze as many firsts and exciting things into every moment as you can. We can do the boring ole big kid stuff while having a total blast. Growing up doesn’t mean giving up our ability to have fun while doing it.


As always until next time…

Keep it Sassy & Classy,

B's Sig

12 Days of Christmas Blogging: Ornaments & Love



Welcome to day 2 of 12 Days of Christmas Blogging. Well hello beautiful. Today is Favorite Ornament / Decoration…Christmas Ornament it is. AND… since I like to break the rules a little bit I’m going to be sharing 2 of my favorite ornaments, because they both mean the world to me. They mean so much in fact, the family knows it’s paws off, because I would hate to spend my Christmas sobbing over spilled Christmas ornaments and not rocking around the Christmas tree.

Allow me to introduce you to someone incredibly special…

My Dad

My Dad

I’m sorry. I know the image is a little wonky as it’s a picture of a picture, but seeing that I’m old, digital wasn’t around when I was an itty bitty.

Yes ma’am that man a few lines up is Dad or Big Jim to everyone not quiet lucky enough to call him Dad. He passed away when I was 12, but I don’t want you to know his death. I want you to know him for the amazing life he lived and for the way he shaped the worlds of everyone he met. He lived a life full of purpose, charity, and compassion. Dad never met a stranger, welcoming into is life those down on their luck. I believe that’s how he came to know me, a year old itty bitty down on her luck. He didn’t love me because he had to, he loved me because he chose to. That man you see, he saved this girls life. I’m a very thankful adopted kiddo because of him. From the day he brought me into his world he protected me and even now, I feel his love around me.

Now before the little tears in my eyes, find their way down my cheeks bringing with them my carefully applied mascara, I want to share a holiday story. I don’t remember how old I was, elementary school for sure, but that year all I wanted was snow. I wanted snowmen, snow-angels, snow forts, snowballs, everything snow… I wanted it badly. The problem was, that year Mother Nature decided we didn’t need snow. Nothing, not so much as a faint flurry. Nothing. I was heartbroken. Then a few days before Christmas my Dad woke me up, “Baby girl it snowed last night.” What? I was to the moon and back. I rushed through the window and found I could still see the grass. It had snowed, that much was true, but it didn’t amount to much. “That’s it?” I asked.

He instructed me to get dressed and meet him in the front yard. A few moments later I walked out into the front yard to see a large pile of snow in our driveway, looking around I found the other houses had snowless drives and walkways. “I collected it for you, I know we can’t build everything, but what snow thing do you want to make?” Without even thinking I blurted out, “Seal.” So together in a pile of snow he collected from around the neighborhood we created the perfect Snow Seal, pebble eyes and all.

Even writing this memory makes my stomach flutter with excitement and I realized just now that I have a huge smile on my face. I may have only had him for 11 years, but I’m so very blessed for every single one of those moments.

Now onto the ornaments….

And he was

And he was

This “Best Dad 1989” ornament I saved my very own money to buy when I was 5. I remember feeling so proud to actually give a gift on Christmas. Each Christmas after this was the one ornament Dad would hang, leaving the rest for me to place around the tree.


In middle school I was absolutely obsessed with Sylvester, Dad gave this to me for my 12th birthday. He never got to see me put it on the Christmas tree, but every year I lovingly find a place on the tree where I can see it easily. It makes me smile and brings a piece of that 12 year old girl with me each holiday season. I encourage you to remember that feeling as well. That feeling of youthful fun, when things weren’t all boring responsibility. Remember, Sylvester the cat says it’s okay to be a kid again.

Check back in tomorrow when 12 Days of Christmas Blogging talks DIY Christmas gift. If you haven’t joined the Christmas blogging fun, you can find the details with Mr. Thomas and Me or Hooley with a Z.

Until tomorrow lovelies…

Keep it Sassy & Classy,