Jeffery Fab at 50...a Quest for Fabulousity at a Half Century and Beyond

Why? That is the question on so many minds right now…why? Why would Salvador Ramos, an 18-year-old man, barely a child himself, walk into an elementary school with a gun, and open fire. In the aftermath, fourteen young lives, including the shooter, and a teacher have lost their lives. Gone…in yet another senseless mass shooting. I remember the shootings at Columbine High School, which seemed the origin of the concept of school, shootings. I remember Sandy Hook Elementary, the Pulse Nightclub in Orlando, and Virginia Tech. And most recently the shooting in Buffalo New York just a short time ago. We remember the countless other shootings that have occurred in between those events…all tragic, all senseless. Greed, power, revenge, escape, these are all reasons many consider the mind of an individual can go to such an extreme place. But it seems impossible for an individual to think, in however a manic state they may be in, that the only way out is to rush into an establishment, any e...

  Greetings! It is great to be back here...a-ranting and a-raving like the good old days. Ah the good old days...when we could walk the streets without facial coverings, interact with friends and family with a hug and/or a kiss, and enjoy some "adult time" with a close friend...new or old.  But  those days seem to be far back in our rear view mirror.  Please, if you haven't done so already, GET VACCINATED ! It doesn't only protect you from the COVID-19 virus, it helps you to protect others as well. Be the example to those you care about who are apprehensive. I can tell you, the virus is a much better alternative to what this virus can do to you.  And as always, my sincerest thanks for checking back in with us. You can look forward to more consistent postings, and some other options to get the word from me as I continue my journey being Fabat50 and beyond.  So let us begin... First, a thank you. Over the last year, life has changed for many of us. No matter ...

The face of almost 51! So the big “5-1” is cresting the horizon about now. It gives me cause to look back and reflect and determine if being 50 has been as “fab” as the moniker of this blog would have one believe. It is a very often asked question…kind of. More on that later…but the big question is this; is being 50 really all that fab? Well, I have an answer for you darlings… You bet your sweet ass it is! As many who know me are aware, aging hasn’t ever really been that big a deal for me. “Age is just a number.” “With age comes wisdom.” “Aging ain’t no big thing!” I’ve heard them all…believe me. And platitudes aside, I am reminded every day that I am blessed for the genetics I was gifted at birth. Aside from the few creaks from my joints that greet me occasionally in the morning, I have been very, very fortunate. Aging has truly been a gift…and not just from the physical perspective. Being 50 has been like gaining admission to a very exclusive club, ...

Ah the holidays! The change of season, the sounds, the smells, the vibe…it can be intoxicating can’t it? Sure it can. Burt for many, the holidays bring up memories; many pleasant, but also some not so. Loss is a part of life, but when that loss is tied to a holiday, it can make that holiday a challenge. Case in point… Back in the “day,” when the decision was made to make the move to Colorado from the little hamlet that was my hometown in West Virginia, I was but a mere tyke just barely 6. In my mind, it was simply a visit for the holiday’s…to visit my uncle, whom I had no awareness even existed at that time. The nefarious plan to move to this “big city” was kept from me until after we had arrived in the Mile High. It was here that I was introduced to my uncle. Charismatic, funny as hell, and quite a looker, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, my uncle was an amalgamation of many things. Some of those things were witty and charming; others were darker. He was quite the fan of...

So, as I posted on my Facebook page a feew days ago, I made a quick overnight trip to Phoenix for a job interview. After a whirlwind day of meetings, meetings and more meetings, I made the trek back home to find an email thanking me for my time, but they had decided to move forward with a different candidate. Yes, as you can imagine; profoundly bummed. This could be the reason why I can’t seem to fall asleep. I made a vow a while back that I was no longer going to use Facebook forum as my “armchair therapist,” but I just need to share a few thoughts and this blog post seemed a more appropriate place to "let loose." First, this turning 50 thing has begun to catch up with me a bit I think. Not in the traditional sense of feeling in decline or on a spiral to oblivion (yes, someone wrote that to me after my birthday), or even a more understandable midlife crisis. My struggle is coming from perceptions of others. As many of you know, I have been working incredibly hard to im...