I had a lovely day. I got to see a college friend I haven't seen in almost 10 years. She just happened to come to town with her hub on biznez. I drove out to Hudson and liberated her from the clutches of the football and golf playin' hub and his friend (Yes, they played golf in 40 degree weather on a closed course.... Whatever!)
She came with me to Blue's hockey game (they won) and then came back to my place to reminisce.
We talked about the boys we had crushes on and the people we used to know and who had kids and all that. About how the campus had changed (They now have a huge fence around a particular housing area to keep the nasty ickies out.) I said that I don't remember ever feeling unsafe there... and this is in Big City East Coast college place. The world has changed.
So we go to dinner at a RoadHouse. It was NOT easy to find. You can't see it from the highway even though it is on the highway. It's below grade. Creepy road to get there. You drive down a dilapidated road to a dead end and there is a log cabin looking roadhouse with a TON of cars. Oh, great, I'm thinking. Last exit to Hell.
But when we walk in, the place is PACKED. Like college bar packed. But it ain't bikers and thugs, but rather well-turned-out 40+ year olds. Drinking cosmos and Vodka and fancy beer. Whoda thunk?
But despite having a 7 o'clock reservation (They TAKE reservations??) we had to wait. It's so packed you spend the entire time moving out of the way of this or that waiter and this or that patron. Finally I decide to get a beer. I had noticed the rather tall man in the red leather jacket enter... I don't know if I thought he was cute or not, but I did notice him. I'm trying to get a beer when red leather coat guy looks me up and down. Hey, I still got it, I think. He then tries to talk to me. Drunk as a skunk. What I first thought was an admiring glance has become a creepy leer. I try a different part of the bar and get my beer. My friends tell me he has been eyeing me up and down. But then he sees my wedding ring and, well, he swore up and down.
Interesting how fast an admiring glance can become a creepy leer.
Well, I sent college friend off with her hub and friends to go dancing. I went home to my soon to be 10 year old gecko. Sweet boy.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Pet Peeve
A first on occasional rants on pet peeves.
1) NO TALKING TO STRANGERS IN THE LOCKER ROOM!
So I'm done with the tennis match. I've sweated up a storm. I smell. I need a shave. I shower up. I'm happily hunkering down on the bench to dry off and get dressed.
Lady #1 wanders over. Looks up and down at the lockers. I'm clutching a towel over my naughty bits. I try to keep getting dry and dressed, but there is an invasion of personal space. In a locker room this is anything closer than about 5 feet. 4 feet if all parties are dressed. Lady starts to talk.
"Are these the lockers?" she asks? I want to say, no, they are the weight benches or the platypuses or something clever. "Uh huh" I answer, all the while averting my eyes.
"Are they free?"
(shit lady, I'm naked here!) "The one's with the keys are."
"How do they work?"
I grip the towel tightly in my armpit. Open the locker and show her how it works.
"oh, that's cool" and she wanders away.
So, I continue to get dressed. I'm in my jeans and bra. I really prefer to have my Love Handles covered up in public, but Noooooo, Lady #2 has to come on over.
The bench is about 4 feet long. There is only one. She HAS to sit down next to me and start talking about the bench. "won't it be nice when there are more benches?" "Aren't these locker rooms nice?" "Do you play tennis?" (No, lady, the racket is for the bats in the locker room!) I want to scream!
I grunt a few affirmatives and slam the locker and huff off to dry my hair. Hopefully NO one will talk to me there. At least the dryer gives me a chance to feign deafness.
phew, that's off my chest.
1) NO TALKING TO STRANGERS IN THE LOCKER ROOM!
So I'm done with the tennis match. I've sweated up a storm. I smell. I need a shave. I shower up. I'm happily hunkering down on the bench to dry off and get dressed.
Lady #1 wanders over. Looks up and down at the lockers. I'm clutching a towel over my naughty bits. I try to keep getting dry and dressed, but there is an invasion of personal space. In a locker room this is anything closer than about 5 feet. 4 feet if all parties are dressed. Lady starts to talk.
"Are these the lockers?" she asks? I want to say, no, they are the weight benches or the platypuses or something clever. "Uh huh" I answer, all the while averting my eyes.
"Are they free?"
(shit lady, I'm naked here!) "The one's with the keys are."
"How do they work?"
I grip the towel tightly in my armpit. Open the locker and show her how it works.
"oh, that's cool" and she wanders away.
So, I continue to get dressed. I'm in my jeans and bra. I really prefer to have my Love Handles covered up in public, but Noooooo, Lady #2 has to come on over.
The bench is about 4 feet long. There is only one. She HAS to sit down next to me and start talking about the bench. "won't it be nice when there are more benches?" "Aren't these locker rooms nice?" "Do you play tennis?" (No, lady, the racket is for the bats in the locker room!) I want to scream!
I grunt a few affirmatives and slam the locker and huff off to dry my hair. Hopefully NO one will talk to me there. At least the dryer gives me a chance to feign deafness.
phew, that's off my chest.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
Oh God I've been Tagged!
Trish from the coffee house has tagged me. Ugh. 7 wonderful things about my self? Heck, I'd go for 7 mediocre things.
Before I get to that let me spew a moment.
I can't seem to do the laundry. I can wash it but it piles up on the 'laundry folding table' in monstrous heaps. One must dig for underwear each day.
So DH wants to hire a laundry gal. Why oh why am I so darn opposed to it? Is it that I fear the microscopic look into my dingy life? All pretense of perfectness (oh, excuse me, my family just died laughing) exposed? The thought of someone -- a stranger-- coming into my home and examining my laundry sends me into fits of sweat and palpatations. So what's the deal? Ugh. A friend Sarah says that allowing someone in to do it--a person who not only loves to do laundry but really needs the money--would delight in seeing that behind these doors, within these hallowed halls, chaos reigns. I think not. Don't they say that Stress ages you?
Oh, so I guess that's #1!
#2) I like it when my DH travels. Not too often. But once in a while I like to sleep with the window open (can't because of his allergies) and to not worry if I let dishes sit for a day or so... (did I mention he's a neat freak?)
3) I believe my husband is the most interesting person I've ever met. And sometimes the most aggravating.
4) I still think I'm 17. Or maybe I can't get past 17... Or maybe it's 19 -- the age I was when my mother died. But none the less I feel like I'm sometimes emotionally stunted. I dwell on the past just a wee bit too much.
5) I'm a klutz. An athletic klutz, but a klutz just the same. If there is something to trip on I will. I fell in the street on my face in 2002. Middle of the day, broad daylight. Boom. Down down down until I miraculously caught myself with my CHIN! Yup, 17 stitches on the OUTSIDE. I don't know how many on the inside. Thankfully I didn't break any teeth or my jaw.
6) I love to travel but I also love to come home. I'd like to see Iceland in the summer. I'd like to see the Greek Isles. I'd like to see New Zealand and Australia. I'd like to see..... well, you get it. But when travel is done there is nothing like my own bed.
7) I have a weird ability to remember numbers--mostly phone numbers. Sadly this does not translate into balancing a checkbook. Can't do it, wouldn't be prudent. Ick.
So, a peek into the life of the Just Prime blogger.
Before I get to that let me spew a moment.
I can't seem to do the laundry. I can wash it but it piles up on the 'laundry folding table' in monstrous heaps. One must dig for underwear each day.
So DH wants to hire a laundry gal. Why oh why am I so darn opposed to it? Is it that I fear the microscopic look into my dingy life? All pretense of perfectness (oh, excuse me, my family just died laughing) exposed? The thought of someone -- a stranger-- coming into my home and examining my laundry sends me into fits of sweat and palpatations. So what's the deal? Ugh. A friend Sarah says that allowing someone in to do it--a person who not only loves to do laundry but really needs the money--would delight in seeing that behind these doors, within these hallowed halls, chaos reigns. I think not. Don't they say that Stress ages you?
Oh, so I guess that's #1!
#2) I like it when my DH travels. Not too often. But once in a while I like to sleep with the window open (can't because of his allergies) and to not worry if I let dishes sit for a day or so... (did I mention he's a neat freak?)
3) I believe my husband is the most interesting person I've ever met. And sometimes the most aggravating.
4) I still think I'm 17. Or maybe I can't get past 17... Or maybe it's 19 -- the age I was when my mother died. But none the less I feel like I'm sometimes emotionally stunted. I dwell on the past just a wee bit too much.
5) I'm a klutz. An athletic klutz, but a klutz just the same. If there is something to trip on I will. I fell in the street on my face in 2002. Middle of the day, broad daylight. Boom. Down down down until I miraculously caught myself with my CHIN! Yup, 17 stitches on the OUTSIDE. I don't know how many on the inside. Thankfully I didn't break any teeth or my jaw.
6) I love to travel but I also love to come home. I'd like to see Iceland in the summer. I'd like to see the Greek Isles. I'd like to see New Zealand and Australia. I'd like to see..... well, you get it. But when travel is done there is nothing like my own bed.
7) I have a weird ability to remember numbers--mostly phone numbers. Sadly this does not translate into balancing a checkbook. Can't do it, wouldn't be prudent. Ick.
So, a peek into the life of the Just Prime blogger.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Not ready for teen-age-angst
So my 15 year old niece is living with us until Friday. That'll have been 2 weeks. Ugh.
My sister asked me to take her so my sister could have a break from her daughter. I of course said yes and thought that it was really my niece who needed a break from her crazy mom.
Boy was I wrong.
I have afforded her all sorts of freedoms, liberties and trust. And all she really wants to do is crap all over me.
Like last night. I gave her permission to hang with her friends at Amy's house. When I called Amy to reach Niece, I was told that she wasn't there and that niece was with another friend. This is 10:30 p.m. I was furious that she lied about where she was going to be.
And to top it off, she didn't even have the consideration to apologize to me for lying. In fact she wouldn't even speak in the car when I picked her up. I drove 20 blocks before I told her that I expected an apology.
Friday can't come soon enough.
My sister asked me to take her so my sister could have a break from her daughter. I of course said yes and thought that it was really my niece who needed a break from her crazy mom.
Boy was I wrong.
I have afforded her all sorts of freedoms, liberties and trust. And all she really wants to do is crap all over me.
Like last night. I gave her permission to hang with her friends at Amy's house. When I called Amy to reach Niece, I was told that she wasn't there and that niece was with another friend. This is 10:30 p.m. I was furious that she lied about where she was going to be.
And to top it off, she didn't even have the consideration to apologize to me for lying. In fact she wouldn't even speak in the car when I picked her up. I drove 20 blocks before I told her that I expected an apology.
Friday can't come soon enough.
Monday, July 2, 2007
Bone-head
There are certain things we learn as a child. Trial and error is the best teacher.
Don't put a flathead screwdriver into an electrical socket (even IF it DOES look like the perfect fit!).
Don't try to move and get your shoes after you've dropped a glass on the floor and you are barefoot. Have someone bring you your shoes.
Steam burns if you open the pot lit towards your face.
Close cupboards or you might bend over to pick something up and stand up -- ramming the corner of the cupboard door into your noggin.
But the most stupid thing we do and learn from... licking a metal pole in the winter.... One would think that would stay with us. After a plethora of bloody lips and tongues you would think licking cold metal would be something we would know to avoid.
Hah!
Dear Niece15 who is living with us left the ice cream scoop in the ice cream tub in the freezer. After scooping Gecko some nice vanilla I decided to lick the scoop. DUH! Not only did it stick to my lips, but I forgot the number one rule... DON'T PULL! Rinse with warm water first. But NOOOOO. I had to pull it off. Memories of cold Minnesota winters abounded as I held paper towels to my bloody lips. What a moronic and bone-headed move.
Now the lips have a sore that I keep bothering with my tongue and teeth.
Beware the ice of July.
Don't put a flathead screwdriver into an electrical socket (even IF it DOES look like the perfect fit!).
Don't try to move and get your shoes after you've dropped a glass on the floor and you are barefoot. Have someone bring you your shoes.
Steam burns if you open the pot lit towards your face.
Close cupboards or you might bend over to pick something up and stand up -- ramming the corner of the cupboard door into your noggin.
But the most stupid thing we do and learn from... licking a metal pole in the winter.... One would think that would stay with us. After a plethora of bloody lips and tongues you would think licking cold metal would be something we would know to avoid.
Hah!
Dear Niece15 who is living with us left the ice cream scoop in the ice cream tub in the freezer. After scooping Gecko some nice vanilla I decided to lick the scoop. DUH! Not only did it stick to my lips, but I forgot the number one rule... DON'T PULL! Rinse with warm water first. But NOOOOO. I had to pull it off. Memories of cold Minnesota winters abounded as I held paper towels to my bloody lips. What a moronic and bone-headed move.
Now the lips have a sore that I keep bothering with my tongue and teeth.
Beware the ice of July.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
It ain't easy bein' Green
| Your Brain is Green |
 Of all the brain types, yours has the most balance. You are able to see all sides to most problems and are a good problem solver. You need time to work out your thoughts, but you don't get stuck in bad thinking patterns. You tend to spend a lot of time thinking about the future, philosophy, and relationships (both personal and intellectual). |
Yup... this is me.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Poor daughter Blue. She got her braces on yesterday. She is in so much pain. She can't really eat... (soup for dinner last night... a smoothie.... and scambled eggs for breakfast.) She's talking funny and her lips are all dry.
I feel so bad for her. I *sort of* remember what it feels like--the inability to bite together. Ugh.
So, she's in pain and moaning and generally being unpleasant to be around and that makes me feel guilty.
Gecko, the brother, went and cleaned up her room for her and made her bed. What a sweetie! He's the nicest boy in the world. I know. I'm his mom.
I hope Blue's pain eases up soon. I also hope no teasing occurs.
I remember teasing. It was awful.
Brace Face
Google-eyed Hanley
Zit face
Moose (a nickname b/c I was/am a tough girl)
There is an element of I wish I knew then what I know now. What I could do with that 17 year old body with this 40 year old mind! Hoooboy, look out!
Schitt, I'm 40!
Plus I thought I was getting sick (again) and then I remembered that I ran out of my anti-depressant a few days ago and haven't refilled. I better go get more before I start barfing!
Am I weird enough? Today I think so.
I feel so bad for her. I *sort of* remember what it feels like--the inability to bite together. Ugh.
So, she's in pain and moaning and generally being unpleasant to be around and that makes me feel guilty.
Gecko, the brother, went and cleaned up her room for her and made her bed. What a sweetie! He's the nicest boy in the world. I know. I'm his mom.
I hope Blue's pain eases up soon. I also hope no teasing occurs.
I remember teasing. It was awful.
Brace Face
Google-eyed Hanley
Zit face
Moose (a nickname b/c I was/am a tough girl)
There is an element of I wish I knew then what I know now. What I could do with that 17 year old body with this 40 year old mind! Hoooboy, look out!
Schitt, I'm 40!
Plus I thought I was getting sick (again) and then I remembered that I ran out of my anti-depressant a few days ago and haven't refilled. I better go get more before I start barfing!
Am I weird enough? Today I think so.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Ten Things
I've been tagged by Trish to write 10 things about myself. As a newbie blogger I think this is an honor.
But then I started to think about ten things and wondered if folks might fall asleep while reading it. But nevertheless, here goes.
1. I have this wonderful dog. He's a Goldendoodle. Half Poodle, Half Golden Retriever. He is super soft, 60+ pounds and has a wicked tail. It's more like a weapon. His name is Seve (Pron. Sevee) and is named after Sevriano Baillesteros, a golfer of some fame 15 years or so ago. We live near a golf course and sometimes he is very naughty and runs onto said course. Really fun when I'm running after him yelling "Seve!" and all the golfers look at me like I'm nuts
2. I'm a terrible housekeeper. My mom was too. It's just not in my genes. It's more of a chore than chores should be for me. I just don't see the mess the way other people do. Wish I did. Not to say my house is dirty, it's not. It's messy.
3. I'm a food/wine/coffee snob.
4. I haven't had a cosmopolitan in over 3 years. And yes, there is a reason for it. Let's just say I became a very ugly drunk.
5. I love the Mountains and I love the Sea. Perhaps Hawaii is the place to be since it appears to have both. Never been there... Just love to watch "Lost" and it looks pretty darn good. Anyone got any other places I could go that has both?
6. I weigh more than anyone ever guesses. When I tell them my weight they say "No way!" or "You don't look like you weigh that much." It is more than is a healthy weight but you wouldn't know it by looking at me. . . well, maybe you would. But I'm working on changing that.
7. I LOVE to play tennis. I've only just learned (3 years ago) and it is so much fun. I never thought I would like a game this much. The ability to place a ball just where you want it, or zing it past an opponent or hit the snot out of it or serve up an Ace is just the greatest.
8. I suffer from Depression. I happily take medicine for it and have for years. I've tried to go off it from time to time. NOT a good idea. The problem I have is I think I'm better so I go off it and then the lead bathrobe gets wrapped around my shoulders once again. I am the poster child for depression medication. My entire family suffers from physical depression. That is different from feeling down, or sad. It is a systemic long-term condition of brain chemistry. There is no shame in taking the meds... without it I would suffer from social anxiety disorder and cry every single day.
9. I love artichokes. Yum.
10. I'm a cheapskate. I buy my shoes at Target, sometimes my clothes as well. This stems from my childhood when my mother always told us how poor we were or how little money we could spend. Funny when I look back on it. We lived in essentially a mansion in a very fancy neighborhood. I just didn't understand that her worries were not necessarily reality. So now I can't seem to spend money on myself. Ah well.
So that's my ten.
But then I started to think about ten things and wondered if folks might fall asleep while reading it. But nevertheless, here goes.
1. I have this wonderful dog. He's a Goldendoodle. Half Poodle, Half Golden Retriever. He is super soft, 60+ pounds and has a wicked tail. It's more like a weapon. His name is Seve (Pron. Sevee) and is named after Sevriano Baillesteros, a golfer of some fame 15 years or so ago. We live near a golf course and sometimes he is very naughty and runs onto said course. Really fun when I'm running after him yelling "Seve!" and all the golfers look at me like I'm nuts
2. I'm a terrible housekeeper. My mom was too. It's just not in my genes. It's more of a chore than chores should be for me. I just don't see the mess the way other people do. Wish I did. Not to say my house is dirty, it's not. It's messy.
3. I'm a food/wine/coffee snob.
4. I haven't had a cosmopolitan in over 3 years. And yes, there is a reason for it. Let's just say I became a very ugly drunk.
5. I love the Mountains and I love the Sea. Perhaps Hawaii is the place to be since it appears to have both. Never been there... Just love to watch "Lost" and it looks pretty darn good. Anyone got any other places I could go that has both?
6. I weigh more than anyone ever guesses. When I tell them my weight they say "No way!" or "You don't look like you weigh that much." It is more than is a healthy weight but you wouldn't know it by looking at me. . . well, maybe you would. But I'm working on changing that.
7. I LOVE to play tennis. I've only just learned (3 years ago) and it is so much fun. I never thought I would like a game this much. The ability to place a ball just where you want it, or zing it past an opponent or hit the snot out of it or serve up an Ace is just the greatest.
8. I suffer from Depression. I happily take medicine for it and have for years. I've tried to go off it from time to time. NOT a good idea. The problem I have is I think I'm better so I go off it and then the lead bathrobe gets wrapped around my shoulders once again. I am the poster child for depression medication. My entire family suffers from physical depression. That is different from feeling down, or sad. It is a systemic long-term condition of brain chemistry. There is no shame in taking the meds... without it I would suffer from social anxiety disorder and cry every single day.
9. I love artichokes. Yum.
10. I'm a cheapskate. I buy my shoes at Target, sometimes my clothes as well. This stems from my childhood when my mother always told us how poor we were or how little money we could spend. Funny when I look back on it. We lived in essentially a mansion in a very fancy neighborhood. I just didn't understand that her worries were not necessarily reality. So now I can't seem to spend money on myself. Ah well.
So that's my ten.
Monday, April 30, 2007
What a great weekend
I have had the best weekend. Awesome weather and a great party.
I celebrated my 40th with a bash that included music and dancing and wine and food but most importantly friends. Really good ones. In fact a dear friend whom I haven't seen in 15 years came to town just for me. How cool is that?
This gal is someone who I went to high school with. (She's also the one with the "purse" of an earlier post). We are like sisters kind of. Finish eachother's sentences and have a similar sense of humor. Her's is a bit more fine tuned than mine, and man does she make me laugh! It's almost like the 15 years never even happened. I'm blessed with a friend like her.
40 ain't such a big deal. The only downfall is I'm still battling this damn cold thing. But I did get some medications that I hope are helping. I'm probably in one of the best places/times of my life. Kids are good, husband is great (did I mention he coordinated the whole party thing? Sweetie pie!) and I'm on an excersize kick that I hope keeps on going for the rest of my life.
My friends bring me comfort. The one that came and is now gone back home --I already miss her. It wasn't like having a guest in the house. It was like having another family member in the house. Ah well. gotta go check airline prices......
I celebrated my 40th with a bash that included music and dancing and wine and food but most importantly friends. Really good ones. In fact a dear friend whom I haven't seen in 15 years came to town just for me. How cool is that?
This gal is someone who I went to high school with. (She's also the one with the "purse" of an earlier post). We are like sisters kind of. Finish eachother's sentences and have a similar sense of humor. Her's is a bit more fine tuned than mine, and man does she make me laugh! It's almost like the 15 years never even happened. I'm blessed with a friend like her.
40 ain't such a big deal. The only downfall is I'm still battling this damn cold thing. But I did get some medications that I hope are helping. I'm probably in one of the best places/times of my life. Kids are good, husband is great (did I mention he coordinated the whole party thing? Sweetie pie!) and I'm on an excersize kick that I hope keeps on going for the rest of my life.
My friends bring me comfort. The one that came and is now gone back home --I already miss her. It wasn't like having a guest in the house. It was like having another family member in the house. Ah well. gotta go check airline prices......
Friday, April 13, 2007
Musings on my 30's
So, I'm in the last week and a half of my 30's. Soon I'll celebrate my 2nd 39th birthday. I am finishing out the decade with the flu which sucks royal. The stomach flu is one thing... painful, awful but it is also fast--lasting a day or two. This sucker has been around for a week now and I sound like Lauren Bacall. Or maybe my voice is even lower than that. Seeeexxxxxyyyyy!
As I look back on this decade I wonder how I would classify it. Things I've done.
1-Had my second and last baby
2-stopped working outside the home (that assumes I work inside! Hah!)
3-Travelled to Europe twice.
4-Learned to Scuba Dive
5-Learned to play tennis
6-Learned/started making jewelry and other crafts
7-Was on a board for a local camp
Ok, so those are just some of them and it looks like a pretty lame list. I really hope it's the illness that is preventing me from remembering some of my greater contributions to the world.
Whenever something inconvenient happens to me-- (I use that word instead of 'bad' since I know what bad can be....) --Like getting sick or falling down or scraping my car...I wonder about my Karma. I say to the world "I'm a nice person, I treat people kindly, I help out where I can....Why is this happening?" And I truly believe that I am a kind person. And I think that is how I'll be remembered.
So in my kindness I also am incredibly non-confrontational. I would rather stick a needle through my arm than have a fight. BUT LATELY I've decided to speak my mind more. Particularly with family. The Thought is this: Why are we more forthcoming with friends than with family? (Well, at least my family!) I'd rather tell my friend something I don't like about them than a sister of mine. Well enough of that crap. If we can't tell our family than who will? No more carping about behind their back. If it worries you, find out the truth from them, not third or fourth hand. If they want to yell and distance themselves from you that's fine, at least your worries are not yours alone anymore.
Wow, did I get off of the topic of my 30's. Sorry folks, ill heads took over.
I gotta go take some medicine.
As I look back on this decade I wonder how I would classify it. Things I've done.
1-Had my second and last baby
2-stopped working outside the home (that assumes I work inside! Hah!)
3-Travelled to Europe twice.
4-Learned to Scuba Dive
5-Learned to play tennis
6-Learned/started making jewelry and other crafts
7-Was on a board for a local camp
Ok, so those are just some of them and it looks like a pretty lame list. I really hope it's the illness that is preventing me from remembering some of my greater contributions to the world.
Whenever something inconvenient happens to me-- (I use that word instead of 'bad' since I know what bad can be....) --Like getting sick or falling down or scraping my car...I wonder about my Karma. I say to the world "I'm a nice person, I treat people kindly, I help out where I can....Why is this happening?" And I truly believe that I am a kind person. And I think that is how I'll be remembered.
So in my kindness I also am incredibly non-confrontational. I would rather stick a needle through my arm than have a fight. BUT LATELY I've decided to speak my mind more. Particularly with family. The Thought is this: Why are we more forthcoming with friends than with family? (Well, at least my family!) I'd rather tell my friend something I don't like about them than a sister of mine. Well enough of that crap. If we can't tell our family than who will? No more carping about behind their back. If it worries you, find out the truth from them, not third or fourth hand. If they want to yell and distance themselves from you that's fine, at least your worries are not yours alone anymore.
Wow, did I get off of the topic of my 30's. Sorry folks, ill heads took over.
I gotta go take some medicine.
Thursday, March 1, 2007
Welcome
Hello.
My first attempt at a blog. Where to start?
My friend Trish has pushed me into this....I come kicking and screaming for fear I have not enough to say. Or that you might find it boring.
Perhaps I'll start with Trish's suggestions on Purses.
I own maybe 8 purses. Not one of them cost more than $50. I really should upgrade one of these days.
A purse *can* be a woman's life. I think you can tell a lot about a woman by her purse.
Mine are cheap. I guess the kind of purse you carry--and even the type of shoes you wear--reflect upn the person you are.
I always worry about spending money. I grew up in a family that shopped for clothes at Target. Now back in the 70's Target wasn't the fashion boutique that it is now. Think "Garanimals". What are those you ask? A line of clothes where if you matched the animal tag on the top to an animal tag on a bottom you knew they would go togther. Perhaps that is why I can't dress myself in any fashionable way to this day. I need the tags.
My purses are stuffed with crap. Old receipts, knitting needles, candy wrappers, feminine products, napkins I meant to throw away days ago. I guess that is a good indicator of my home. On the outside it looks pretty good. But open a closet or a drawer and you are in for a treat. or a scare! We've lived in this house for a year and still haven't used the storage to its full potential. Or to any potential for that matter. The floor of my closet has clean, unfolded laundry on it. Bags of clothes to return, the dry cleaning.
It's hard to live with a neatnick when you are just the opposite. Live in a constant fear of disappointing the one you love by the nature of your slovenliness. Ugh, it's exhausting.
In highschool my friend Trish and I did just about everything together. Even took driver's Ed together. We had matching purses. Le SportSac purses to be exact. I think one of us had black and the other navy blue. Trish even dreamt about "our little purses". I still think about that purse and look at them in the store. To think they sell them still after 25 years!
I think this was it. But again, I've aged abit.
Maybe I'll buy myself a Coach bag. I'm fond of this one.... but not its price. 428. Maybe I can get a knock off.
How do you rise to the elegant and sophisticated? If you are a member of a country club, but don't feel like you fit in, how do you fake it? What if you drive a Yugo in a Prada suit. Does it really matter?
I think I'll go clean up my purse. A little anyway.
My first attempt at a blog. Where to start?
My friend Trish has pushed me into this....I come kicking and screaming for fear I have not enough to say. Or that you might find it boring.
Perhaps I'll start with Trish's suggestions on Purses.
I own maybe 8 purses. Not one of them cost more than $50. I really should upgrade one of these days.
A purse *can* be a woman's life. I think you can tell a lot about a woman by her purse.
Mine are cheap. I guess the kind of purse you carry--and even the type of shoes you wear--reflect upn the person you are.
I always worry about spending money. I grew up in a family that shopped for clothes at Target. Now back in the 70's Target wasn't the fashion boutique that it is now. Think "Garanimals". What are those you ask? A line of clothes where if you matched the animal tag on the top to an animal tag on a bottom you knew they would go togther. Perhaps that is why I can't dress myself in any fashionable way to this day. I need the tags.
My purses are stuffed with crap. Old receipts, knitting needles, candy wrappers, feminine products, napkins I meant to throw away days ago. I guess that is a good indicator of my home. On the outside it looks pretty good. But open a closet or a drawer and you are in for a treat. or a scare! We've lived in this house for a year and still haven't used the storage to its full potential. Or to any potential for that matter. The floor of my closet has clean, unfolded laundry on it. Bags of clothes to return, the dry cleaning.
It's hard to live with a neatnick when you are just the opposite. Live in a constant fear of disappointing the one you love by the nature of your slovenliness. Ugh, it's exhausting.
In highschool my friend Trish and I did just about everything together. Even took driver's Ed together. We had matching purses. Le SportSac purses to be exact. I think one of us had black and the other navy blue. Trish even dreamt about "our little purses". I still think about that purse and look at them in the store. To think they sell them still after 25 years!
I think this was it. But again, I've aged abit.
Maybe I'll buy myself a Coach bag. I'm fond of this one.... but not its price. 428. Maybe I can get a knock off.
How do you rise to the elegant and sophisticated? If you are a member of a country club, but don't feel like you fit in, how do you fake it? What if you drive a Yugo in a Prada suit. Does it really matter?
I think I'll go clean up my purse. A little anyway.
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