Travel back in time to the Renaissance
Ah, the rural life. Critters, events, opinions and trivia.
Recently, I recalled a beauty product from my youth. It was called Tangee lipstick and when a wearer put it on, it would turn to a unique color based on the chemistry of the wearer. For many of us in the 1960's, Tangee was the first (and sometimes only) makeup we were allowed to wear, since it produced a "natural" look. Nevermind that my particular chemistry made Tangee lipstick appear to be an unattractive bright orange on my mouth. Tangee was like a lipstick "mood ring".
Labels: beauty products, Evening in Paris, Tangee, Vermont Country Store
Per Wikipedia: The term "humility" is derived from the Latin word "humilitas", a noun related to the adjective "humilis", translated not only as "humble", but also alternatively as "low", or "from the earth", and "humus", humid.
Labels: dog rescue, leadership, obedience, Old English Sheepdog
This weekend I was in pain big-time. My doctor prescribed higher dosage pain meds and gave me a shot - short of euphoria, but would probably allow me to take a bullet to the body without flinching.
Labels: decoration, humor, thanksgiving
I am trying to figure out exactly when I lost the ability to focus. In specific, to get a task done without being sidetracked. I suspect menopause is the cause of this disappearance, but then again, I blame menopause for everything that's gone awry, (memory loss, facial hair growth, sleeplessness and other stuff that I already forgot).
Labels: dog rescue, Ellen DeGeneres
I have come to the conclusion that spam can drive you crazy. Not the Spam in a can, spam that arrives un-invited in our electronic communications sources. My ISP has "spam blocker" software, but even with that software in place, I get at least 50 pieces of spam in my email every day -- the software does block hundreds of items daily. Then, my home phone and cell phone, which are both registered on the "do not call" list are regular targets for spamming.
This is one of those "when I was a kid" moments....
This evening I went shopping for the Thanksgiving dinner provisions. Darn, the store was out of bottled onions, forcing me to buy the fresh tiny white onions. My creamed onions with sherry are always a big hit and every year I try to sleaze out of using the fresh onions since they are a pain to cook and peel and there are seemingly hundreds of them. The year that I used bottled onions, the family said: "Oh, these aren't as good as the ones you usually make...". Sigh.