FABERGÉ! Anyone else coming up with fabergé eggs? No? WOO HOO, I WIN SOCS.
Except for the fact that there’s no way I can write a post about fabergé eggs unless I find a way to drop a lot of words about how I know next to nothing about fabergé eggs other than they’re kinda fancy. Right? Hold on…and I just googled fabergé eggs and “fancy” would be an understatement on par with the Eiffel Tower is kinda hard to miss.
Moving right along.
The truth is “Fab!” was the first thing that popped into my head when I read the prompt. Remember when that slang word was everywhere? How’s it going? Fab! Did you hit Billy’s party on Friday night? Yeah, so fab! My ‘rents are getting me a car for my birthday. OH-EM-GEE THAT IS FREAKING FAB.
Okay, I may have mixed my decades on that last one but you get the point.
Turns out fab as slang has morphed to a few more definitions. It can still mean “fabulous” for an adjective but apparently “fake ass bitch” has joined the lexicon as in omg, Becky is such a fab, you know she totally ditched us to hit the movies with Milo.*
* Names have been changed to protect the imaginary characters.
I’m a grownup so while I may not be tossing fab out there it’s entirely possible I think it once in a while. Especially seeing as we’ve got a middle school girl and being a straight up, true friend is feeling a bit unicorn, pie in the sky, can I borrow your fairy godmother right now. Bee told me middle school was a rough road. Pretty sure “toughest three years” may have been thrown out there. She isn’t wrong. SO FAR! SHE ISN’T WRONG SO FAR! [That’s fast enough to keep from jinxing high school, right? RIGHT??]
Bless.
Linda hosts Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week’s prompt is “‘fab.’ Use it as a word or find a word beginning with “fab.” As always, use any way you’d like. Have fun!”
Thank you for the enlightenment of FAB = Fake Ass Bitch. I have slipped that into my back pocket to use at my leisure. No matter that I’m 40. Hopefully I can slip it into some convo in front of some middle schoolers so they can all roll their eyes at the old lady trying to be hip but I’ll just laugh and tell them that at least I can buy my own alcohol this friday night. Because I’m super mature like that.
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Nope, sounds like a perfect comeback to me. The perks of being old(er), right? 😆
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Really enjoyed this, thanks.
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Thank you!
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My grandma had a Fabergé egg and my cousin stole it after Mamaw passed. Still pisses me off but oh well. It was only an egg, I’d rather have my g’ma back. And now that cousin has passed. Time moves on …
For us, middle school required a change of schools to escape the torture. It was also the precursor to a no bueno junior and senior years. Everyone is different though. Hoping for more good and that “so far” becomes the entire time!!
Fabulous post that I needed to see today. OH EM GEE Fab!!
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Fingers crossed that high school doesn’t bring anything tougher than 6th and 7th so far. It’s been — challenging. Torturous. Abandon All Hope And Pray For Mercy. You know, the usual. Bless their whole, whole hearts…
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❤ Definitely bless their whole, whole hearts ❤
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I once volunteered to lead a career day seminar in middle school – worst decision EVER! I told the superintendent that a) I’d never do it again, b) those children should be locked up, and c) a bunch of parents should be arrested for abdicating various parental duties.
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Sorry for the mini-rant. I forgot to tell you that you did a great job with this prompt.
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I think you earn sainthood points for even doing it once, Dan. Middle school is a black hole devoid of common sense & basic humanity. (Can you tell March was a little rough?) 😆
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You want a candidate for sainthood, my brother taught in middle school for 30 years! I went with him when he had to fill out forms (he’s retired but still subs) and I got the shakes just walking in with him 😳
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Yikes. There’s battle pay involved with that age group, right? Or at least happy hour in the teacher’s lounge? 😉
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He’s been retired for years but they still gather for happy hour 🙂
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I think it is a fabulous accomplishment that I can picture you talking and speaking, fab tone and all about the eggs – leading into the re-enactment of being a teenager – and then about being a mom of a teenager. Your one fab chick, hope you know that! Happy Saturday!
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And that sounds like the next t-shirt I need to own…
One Fab Chick. Boom. 😆
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Fab post! [Sorry, just had to say that.]
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Well played. 🙂
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Faberge eggs is a good idea. I didn’t think of that at all.
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It very much falls under the “Fabergé eggs? Where did THAT come from?!” category.
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Yes excellent post you packed a lot in 💜
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Very stream of consciousness this week. 😆
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It was fun 🌹💜
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Faberge eggs are beautiful! Great that you thought of them for the prompt. 💖
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I really can’t even remember studying them. Random facts in the brain, I guess.
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Wow! Good one 👍😊
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Inspiration comes from weird places. 😉
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Yes, exactly. 😎
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