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Friday, June 26, 2015

A Friday Chat ( about this and that )

Last week while we were at the nursery picking up plants and flowers - John stopped all of a sudden and started pinching at my neck ( just under my chin )
I swatted him off

Suzan says - Do you mind?
John says - There's a long one growing there !
Suzan says - PLEASE !  Not in public
John says - Here - I'll get it - stand still
John says - It won't come out - and now it's curling like a pig's tail
Suzan says - Thank you - thank you very much
John says - Let me try again
Suzan says - LEAVE ME ALONE - THERE'S PEOPLE ALL OVER THE PLACE
John says - Fine - you want to just leave it there blowing around - fine
Suzan says - Blowing around ?  How long is it?  Oh My God - I can't take it any more !  Can it actually blow around?
John roars..........

We got to the cash to pay - and his hand flew out of nowhere...........

John says - Ta Dah !  Got it !
Suzan yells - Ow !  Are you nuts????

The cashier looks at us and smiles.

John says - Hold on - there's another one
Suzan says - between clenched teeth - If you come anywhere near me with your fingers again today I'm going to knock you out with the rose bush..................
John says - It looks like you have a rose bush growing under your chin.

I'm going to speak to a lawyer next week - he's crossing a line now - really.

Did he really get that hair?
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind..........
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We ordered in Chinese last week.
Is that politically ok to say?
Or should I call it Eastern Cousine?

Suzan says - did you eat this as a kid sometimes?
John says - Never - it wasn't big in Yorkshire
John says - But when I turned 16 we started going to an amazing Chinese restaurant
Suzan says - What was your favorite ?
John says - Well I didn't eat the food
Suzan says - You went to a Chinese restaurant and didn't order the food????
John says - No - but their soups were out of this world.

CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?

Suzan says - Well when I was a kid - on the fifth time you ordered you got a small but fancy
John says - If I hear the story about the red lanterns again.

But it's true !!!
He loved the soups?
I loved the little battery operated red lanterns - does anyone else remember them?  They were red silk with gold tassels and I think they hung on a little stand.
My bedroom looked like a 6 year old brothel.

Later when we cracked open our fortune cookies...............

Suzan says - Mine says I should buy whatever I want - life is short - as I quickly crumpled it up
John says - Mine says I should golf twice a week - every week - life is short - as he quickly crumpled his up.

Neither of us verified what the other's said
But I think John made his up
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We' got trouble
Trouble with a capitol T
And that rhymes with P
And that stands for Pool...................

I wanted to have it opened professionally this year.
John wanted to save the money ( 250.00 or so )

And so we bought the chemicals
And we bought more chemicals
And then we bought even more chemicals - and couldn't get it cleaned.
We bring samples of the water to the Pool Store and they put it in a computer and tell us
" you need to buy this - that - and half the store "
We buy this - that - and half the store
Still not sparkling clean
We go back -
Well you probably have to have your sand changed.- the expert tells us.

I wanted to have it changed professionally
John wanted to save the money.

We changed the sand - for polished glass ( because we're very posh like that )
WHAT A NIGHTMARE OF A JOB !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
( and I don't think it had to be done at all - the sand did not look dirty )

The pool is still not sparkly clean.

John's off with another sample this morning........................
We're now over the 250.00 it would have cost to clean it professionally.

Oh we got trouble.
Trouble with a capitol T
And that rhymes with P
And that stands for Pool..........................
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WIKIPEDIA
Pressure cooking is the process of cooking food, using water or other cooking liquid, in a sealed vessel, known as a pressure cooker. Pressure cookers are used for cooking food faster than conventional cooking methods, which also saves energy.
Pressure is created initially by boiling a liquid such as water or broth inside the closed pressure cooker. The trapped steam increases the internal pressure and temperature. After use, the pressure is slowly released so that the vessel can be safely opened.
Pressure cooking can be used for quick simulation of the effects of long braising or simmering.
Almost any food which can be cooked in steam or water-based liquids can be cooked in a pressure cooker.
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The above is meant for food - not a life style - just saying.
Even if life sometimes feels similar -

I beg your pardon.................he never promised me a rose garden 

Yesterday the both of us felt like we were in a pressure cooker - and POP - the steam was too much and we exploded.
All over each other.
In the garden.
Over planting a rose bush.
One minute we were smiling at each other and discussing where the rose bushes should go and how beautiful they'd look next summer when they'd spread a little - me with a little dance because I was so excited - John leaning on the hoe - chuckling at my tap dance  -  and the next moment rose petals were flying all over the place and we were angrily pointing fingers and raising voices.

along with the sunshine - there's gotta be a little rain sometimes

It was NOT a Bon Jovi moment -
Lets just say he didn't want to lay me down on a bed of them.
He wanted to bury me with the rose bush ( he made the hole big enough anyway )
Only one got planted - the other one came precariously close to being tossed over the fence into the neighbor's yard.
A gift so to speak - to go with the free I LOVE LUCY episode they got to hear.

And for some reason today - I don't love rose bushes quite as much as I did yesterday.
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I was so upset that I decided I was never going to cook him another meal.
Done.
Over with.
Finito
But I've had time to cool down and now I'm thinking I'm going to make him his favorite supper tonight.
Just because at the end of the day

You've got to give a little - take a little
And let your poor heart break a little
That's the story of
That's the glory of 
Love

You've got to laugh a little, cry a little
Until the clouds roll by a little
That's the story of 
That's the glory of 
Love

As long as there's the two of us
We've got the world and all it's charms
And when the world is through with us
We've got each other's arms 

( the better to strangle you with my dear )
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You got 4 songs today so YOU get to choose which one sticks in your brain

Okay - gotta run - there's another &$^#*@&^$)  rose bush to plant :)

Suzan says - You all have a beautiful weekend
Johns says - See if anyone wants a rose bush

Hugs,
Me

Thursday, June 25, 2015

ARMOIRE AS BAR

I have a friend.
And she's kind of in the same boat as we are with selling pretty nice homes and buying nightmare's that suck up the money faster than it can be earned - with nasty non stop surprises.
Except her nightmare has the most amazing potential and she's turning it into a dream come true.
A 300 year old farmhouse - complete with beams.

Hi Patty !!!!!!!!

Anyway she sent me a photo of an armoire that she wants to buy and convert into a wet bar.
WHY WHY WHY did she have to show me this?
This is her inspiration

INDULGY
AND I NEED TO DO THIS
It's not even that I want to - I just need to - don't ask why - I haven't a clue

A couple of years ago John came home with a unit that someone had thrown out - I transformed it into a space saving desk ( but thought it would great as a bar too ! )  You can see the transformation HERE


But it wasn't an armoire

THIS is an armoire !



I've asked if it's still available ( and have no idea on earth how I'll get it home )
We'll see - but I'm now officially on the lookout for a BARmoire !

Not a wet one - a dry one will do quite nicely :)

Thanks Patty !
John is asking that you NOT share any more ideas with me LOL
I told him Dave was thrilled with your brainstorm - shhhh.

Have a great day everyone !
Hugs,
Me


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Wednesday, June 24, 2015

I WANNA live there Wednesday # 131

THE GLENEAGLES APARTMENTS......................

MAXENCE RENAUD


When I was a little girl this set of buildings use to fascinate me - I always thought that royalty must live in them -
Princesses and such.
I invented stories about the people that would come and go................pulling up in horse drawn carriages ( cars )  with footmen ( the doormen ) at their service.

It was always fleeting - on our way downtown - or home - but we passed by it quite frequently in those years.

Turns out regular old people can live in them !
And that there was consideration to actually demolish them in 2002 - I can't even imagine - seriously cannot imagine such majesty being razed to the ground for a modern tower.
It's now ( rightfully ) an historic site.
And the apartments are sold as condo's.

MAXENCE RENAUD



WIKIPEDIA SAYS
The Îlot-Trafalgar-Gleneagles is a historic block in MontrealQuebecCanada, located on Côte-des-Neiges Road, on the south slope ofMount Royal.
Recognized in 2002 as an historic site by the Quebec government's Répertoire du patrimoine culturel du Québec, the area features four buildings: The Gleneagles, a Scottish Baronial building completed by architects Ross and Macdonald in 1929; the Château Style Trafalgar Building, built in 1931, with seven to twelve stories; and the Thompson (1907) and Sparrow (1910) houses.[1][2]
At the time of their 2002 historic designation, the Thompson and Sparrow residences had been facing demolition.[3] A plan by Canderel Corporation to build a 10-story tower on the site of the homes was blocked by the Quebec government just days before then-mayor Pierre Bourque had been set to approve the plan. In addition to the historic classification of the Îlot-Trafalgar-Gleneagles, the provincial government's Commission des biens culturels du Québec also worked with the city to extend the perimeter of Mount Royal's protected area to include the site.[4]
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My friend and realtor MAXENCE RENAUD  has a current listing for one of these unit to rent !
2450.00 a month - an incredible steal for a heated downtown apartment in Montreal !

Description

The Gleneagle prestigious address in the heart of downtown and adjacent to Mount Royal. Spacious and bright 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms and kitchen renovated. Terrace courtyard side, unobstructed views and GARAGE. Available immediately.
Included: Refrigerator, Stove top, Oven, Washer, Dryer. Heating.
Excluded: Electricity
These large foyers were common in older apartment buildings and I just love them !
Can't you just see Mr. French opening the door for guests ?  ( bonus points if you remember Mr. French ! ) 

A beautiful fireplace in one of the bedrooms



The grounds 

Could I live in an apartment?
Yes I could - especially in an historic one where Princesses used to live !
How on earth has this not been snatched up already Maxence????
Have a wonderful day everyone 
Hugs,
Me


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Monday, June 22, 2015

BEFORE & AFTER PAINTED ARMOIRE


Annie Sloan chalk paint pure white

I couldn't budge this even 2 inches to get a decent photo................but here she is finished
( shadows and all )
My Son and SIL brought it in - I painted it exactly where they put it - and they took it back
( and brought 2 more pieces to be done while they were at it )

The family I painted these pieces for wanted to refresh their daughters former bedrooms - so that the grandchildren could sleep in the same rooms when visiting - with the same furniture as their Mom's had - just updated a little !

I distressed all of the molding to make it look like an old country armoire

ANNIE SLOAN CHALK PAINT




and now on to the dresser and end table :)




Life is usually crazy busy around here - but between trying to get ahead with house reno's and outdoor work and furniture - well -  these last few weeks have been a little more so - sorry for posting and running but here's me signing off rather abruptly because I have a line I have to cross

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and it feels about a million miles away :)
Have a wonderful day everyone !
Much love,


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Sunday, June 21, 2015

CLIMBING ROSES

Good morning everyone !

PINTEREST
We had a house once - in the middle of the city ( 2 houses ago - before I was blogging ) where we had a very tiny garden..............
To add impact to it I surrounded the perimeters of the fence with climbing roses 
I think the garden was the hardest thing to leave when we sold and moved on to the next one.  ( which had no garden basically ) just a tiny courtyard that was mostly shaded................so the dream of recreating those rose covered fences was put to rest.

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But now we have the biggest garden we've ever had................with lots of fences 

PINTEREST
and so yesterday we picked up these

2 big pots of them..............and John had to restrain me because I would have bought 10 of them 


except I'd already gone a little crazy with other things
like 10 hanging pots ( here's a few of them ) 







a few bagged plants 


and dahlia's


some geraniums


and tons of other beautiful flowers...................

John says - Once again - over kill
Suzan says - How can you " over kill " with flowers?
John says - If anything can be over killed - you're the one to do it

But this house?
These renovations?
THAT's overkill - 
Having an oasis outside?
Somewhere to escape to?
THAT's priceless.

Did I mention we got climbing roses?


To put along this fence?  ( last summer's photo ) 


Have a wonderful day everyone
( John's golfing for Father's day - maybe I should run and get some more flowers? )

P.S. - I don't even know what kind of roses they are - this is all the tag reads !


I just know this summer will be filled with days of wine and roses.........................

Big hugs,
Me


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Friday, June 19, 2015

A Friday Chat ( about this & that )

Good morning !

You're bright and early !
Come in, come in .....................

Can I offer you anything?
Coffee - tea ?
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When one of my daughter's was a little girl she couldn't grasp the concept of dreams.
So a typical morning over breakfast would go like this

That was a good dream we had last night Mommy !
What did you dream about honey?
You know !  You were in it with me !
No sweetie - it was YOUR dream - in YOUR head - so Mommy doesn't know anything about it.
But Mommy - YOU WERE RIGHT BESIDE ME - YOU SAW THE CARE BEARS TOO !!!!!!!!!
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So some of you may have seen this dream I had last week - not sure - but a ton of you were in it.
I dream of different variations of this quite often actually.
We were all at some type of blog fest...............giggling at how ridiculous it all was ( I'm sure blog fests are not ridiculous - this was just a dream we all had remember )
There were all kinds of DIY'ers on stage - giving us tutorials on how to make things and one of YOU pushed me up there.
And then you all started chanting - TALK TALK TALK...............
One of you said gently - just talk Suzan - tell a joke - you're good at that.
It was horrifying.
What's wrong with you people?
Please don't ever do that to me if we meet at a real life blog fest, k?
But did you all notice the diy'er up on the stage?  And everyone oohing and ahhing over whatever she was making?
You know who I mean.................
YOU WERE RIGHT BESIDE ME - YOU SAW HER TOO !!!!!

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There used to be a playhouse in Manhattan called the Zipper Club ( named that because it was once a Zipper factory I believe )
It was an incredible venue................filled with all kinds of seats - from cars - trains - folding wooden chairs - love seats - couches - buses - anything they could cram into the space.
It was my favorite place to watch a show.
We saw a few acts there over the years...............one of them was Margaret Cho.
She put on one of the most hilarious shows - ( I love her bits about her childhood and her Mom in particular)
As her finale she stripped naked and spead her arms out ( like a tada moment ) and the audience went nuts.
Standing ovation.
I joined them all but I was very confused.
And I still am to this day.
I don't get nudity - or the cause to celebrate it.........never did.
Is it my generation I wonder?
Are we prudes underneath a layer of " I'm so cool " ?
I get it in it's art form - I just don't get the rest of it -
LOOK AT MY NAKED BODY - I HAVE NO INHIBITIONS - I'M FLAWED AND I'M STILL PROUD
People taking selfies of stretch marks or breasts or whatever and people congratulating them ?
The last thing on earth I'd ever want to do is stand naked in a room full of strangers.  What's the point?
Isn't that a recurring them of nightmares, now that I think of it.
Maybe that's it?
Overcoming your fears?
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Nudist beaches?
I went to one once.
But kept the panty part of my bikini on.
And here's why.
The young nymph exercising in one corner made me feel horribly inadequate.
And the old man jogging down the beach turned my stomach as he ran by - winking at me
His extremely tanned wrinkled chest and man boobs jiggling with him.
Get off the beach you perv !

For any of you that think I'm not into self expression - I AM.
I self express every time I work on a piece of furniture !
I even sometimes strip it down to it's bare wood.
I'm fond of bare wood.
Just not so fond of 80 year old bare wood flip flopping all over a beach, if you know what I mean.

I wouldn't stand on a soap box and try to have nudist colonies or beaches removed because I believe in freedom a little too much - but they aren't for me.
Live and let live.
It's my motto.
If you want to cover yourself up from head to toe for modesty purposes
Or strip naked and let it all hang out.................go for it.
As for me I'm most comfortable somewhere in the middle.
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And speaking of modesty.
The Duggars.
It didn't seem to work out according to plan for them.
Those side hugs ( which I thought were the coldest way to embrace someone I'd ever seen )
A hug has to be full force - full frontal ( the horrors )  to express how much you care for someone - don't you think?
I ( and maybe it's just me ) have never - not once in my life time - had a sudden impulse to go any further than the hug.  It's not a turn on for pete's sakes............it's a show of affection - and if it is a turn on - there's a bigger problem than side hugging can fix.
I also " rock " when I hug - sometimes swaying back and forth as I'm tightly holding on.
With a side hug that would look like a vaudeville act.
If someone side-hugged me I'd want to lift my skirt and start kicking my  legs up in the air and break into a can-can - so for me personally the side hug would have the total opposite effect - wanton ( prudish ) woman that I am.
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And speaking of the Duggars.
Whom I loved ( past tense ).
WHAT THE HELL?
You don't get to use God as your platform to spread intolerance because people are different than you.
You just don't.
If you despise Gay people just be honest and say that..............jf you hate Transgenders - that's YOUR hate
That's what lives inside of YOU - ( leaving less room for the holy spirit I might add )
And you especially don't get to warn people that Transgenders could be child molesters when you're hiding a secret as ugly as this.  The sheer audacity of it is staggering.
And yet it seems to have become a polarizing divisive issue.
I don't get it - I seriously just don't get it.
It's bad when anyone does it - no matter which side they're on politically.
This was not a " mistake " - it happened over and over and over again.
With a sister as young as 5 years old ( allegedly )
He wasn't just a " kid " it went on until he was 15 years old - a young adult.
He didn't only touch them over their clothers - there was at least 2 times he went underneath clothing.
This is so much graver than " mistakes " this is a pattern
It shouldn't be a left and right issue - or a Christian issue - it's a human issue. Involving little girls.
I watched the interview where they tried to share their " hearts "  fully wanting them to make sense of it for me - but by the end of the interview I was even more horrified than before it started.
Michelle clearly had notes on her lap - Jim Bob kept looking down at his phone.  They didn't speak from their hearts at all - they spoke from a script.
Did anyone else notice how they tried to downplay what happened to the girls?
It seems to be all about Josh - who said that he realized going down the path he was on was going to ruin his life.  HIS LIFE.  Not his victim's lives.
One of the ways they tried to fix the problem was by putting locks on the girl's doors ( which poor Jill said was part of the amazing way their parents handled it )
LOCK THE GIRLS UP?
THAT WAS PART OF THE SOLUTION?
WHY DIDN'T THEY LOCK UP THE PERPETRATOR?
They allow TLC cameras into their home - they allow Megyn Kelly into their home - and refuse to allow the DHS in?  WHY WHY WHY ?
If you've got nothing to hide why refuse them entry?
And then to find out the cop who took care of it is in prison for child pornography?
We won't even talk about Bill Gothard...................( but you can simply google to find out about sex related scandals with him too )
Mike Huckabee is standing by them.  Which is admirable I suppose - they're friends after all.
But now we find out that the the man that co authored books with Mr. Huckabee (Roy Moore) has
( allegedly ) been excommunicated from his Church after being accused of molesting a little girl?
What is going on here?
Put a fork in them - they're done.
And if they aren't - I most definitely am.
I understand that Josh has asked God's forgiveness...............but society is a whole other matter.
There's a reason there's juvenile homes and prisons.
Should we let everyone out because they've asked God's forgiveness ?

I wish the girls well - truly - I wish them all the best that life can offer them.
But I have no intention of watching it happen ( TLC is contemplating a spin off )
I suppose the money these reality families earn can be very addictive and hard to let go of - but just take all that money you've earned and be happy you earned it.
Damage control is impossible when you're denying damage was done.

I was fascinated by this family - I'm admitting it ( a little embarrassedly now ) and how they made it all work.
Now ( slow on the take sometimes ) I realize you simply cannot raise 19 children.
Not without having children raising children in the end.
I feel for Jana - she's like a live in Nanny - a young beautiful woman who can't leave the house until her father finds a suitable male and allows her to leave on his arm.

And even though I see the tiniest bit of rebellion going on ( I'm noticing they no longer have to perm and curl their hair like Bill Gothard and Jim Bob prefer) I still don't see her saying " enough " and walking out the door.

It's too extreme for me - it was fun watching when they were all younger..............not now.

What say you?  Forgive and forget?  I can't.
Really I just can't look at him.
And Michelle - who I used to adore?
Ok Suzan - just stop - that's enough.

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We have a beam off the living room - there's dry wall over it - it's painted and there's molding on the bottom of it to dress it up a little - but it's a B.E.A.M. as in it's part of what's holding up the building.
Last week while crouched between it and a dresser I was painting I got up too fast and smashed my head into it so hard that I literally bounced off it and almost knocked myself out.
I was laying on the floor groaning in acute agony
John yells from upstairs - WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT - THE WHOLE HOUSE SHOOK !!!
Suzan says - Oh it's just me - dying.
I really thought I was.............going out with a bang so to speak.
John came running down the stairs to find me curled up on the floor clutching my head.
Suzan says - Seriously - I think I'm dying.......................
John says - You're NOT dying - here - get up
But the whole room was spinning - I had to crawl up the stairs where upon  I stayed up the whole night - too afraid to go to sleep.
AND I NEVER EVEN GOT SO MUCH AS A TINY BRUISE !!!!!!!!!!
So when John says I'm a hard headed woman - you know he ain't just whistling dixie.
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Betrayed by Chocolate...................

John says - Well I'd better get outside
Suzan says - Why?
John says - I want to get some of those weeds from in between the pavers
Suzan says - Oh THANK YOU !

A few minutes went by and I went out to ask him if he wanted a glass of water

and there he was - sitting back on one of the deck chairs ............eating a kit kat bar.

I stood there watching him until he realized I was standing there - and he guiltily looked up and offered me the tiny crumb that was left.

Suzan says - Oh you have a chocolate bar
John says - I've had it for weeks
Suzan says - You didn't have to go outside and hide in a corner to have a chocolate bar you know
John says - I didn't - I just remembered I had it, that's all.

I came inside - and pondered it all.

Is that the point we've come to?
Hiding a chocolate bar?
Can't the man have a lousy piece of chocolate without having to go on a guilt trip?
Why was I feeling just a tiny bit upset ?
Just because I would automatically buy 2 of them - one for me and one for him - certainly doesn't mean he has to, by any means.

Later on that night

Suzan says - I feel like a chocolate bar
John says - ARE YOU NEVER GOING TO LET ME LIVE IT DOWN?????????

WTH?
THAT, my friends, is a guilty conscience - I'm sure of it - I bet that wasn't the first time he's betrayed me.

So............ when he was asleep - I crept into the room - very quietly opened my end table drawer -
and took out my stashed Werther's.

What?
I've had them for weeks.!

JOHN CAME HOME WITH A KIT KAT FOR ME LAST NIGHT - ALL'S OK IN OUR WORLD !
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Lindsay and I are planning a shower for Ashley !
It'll be a Jack and Jill -
I was thinking of addressing it this way

Bring your Mate !
Bring your Spouse !
They can help me fix my house !

What do you think?
Too pushy?
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My heart is in South Carolina today - and will be for awhile..................
Horrifying and senseless - the places those should feel the safest in.................no words
Sometimes even I have no words.

But here are some famous ones from " South Pacific " ( one of my favorite musicals )
I know I leave you with songs in your head a little too often - but this one?
It's fitting.

You've got to be taught
To hate and fear,
You've got to be taught
From year to year,
It's got to be drummed
In your dear little ear
You've got to be carefully taught.

You've got to be taught to be afraid
Of people whose eyes are oddly made,
And people whose skin is a diff'rent shade,
You've got to be carefully taught.

You've got to be taught before it's too late,
Before you are six or seven or eight,
To hate all the people your relatives hate,
You've got to be carefully taught.......................
 

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Hugs -
Full frontal as tight as I can ones -
Me