Sunday, March 25, 2012


Paul Harvey

So it’s been over 30 days and I think that might be sufficient time for a cliff-hanger, non?  (My apologies, sometimes those two years of high school French just slip out unexpected) 

Where were we?  Traveling back from Texas, ah yes.   I arrived back at PBI at about 4:30 pm on that first Monday in February – post Superbowl for reference.  My Harley Stud swept me off my feet and into my carriage and off we went to our Home Sweet Home. 

We pulled into the drive and Oh yes, I remember it well:

Twas the night after Texas and all through the house

Not a creature was stirring.  No one was in the house.

But out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter

I sprang from my reclined position in my car to see what was the matter!

And what to my wondering eyes should appear?

Two delightful Canadians in a camper with lots of wine……and beer!


Tessa!  And The First Husband!  FTW!

I was sad to leave MLS and HBL but happy to come home to MHS.  And ecstatic to find Tessa and TFH in the drive!  OK, it wasn’t really a surprise.  If you’re a long-time reader, you may remember when MHS and I first met Tessa and TFH on their Florida vacation a few years back.  We had a great time then and were so excited to hear that they were heading back our way.  I heard through some sort of social networking that Tessa and TFH were headed south with a camper in tow.  A very exciting adventure ahead of them, I emailed Tessa and asked = pleaded that they come to visit. 

I received an email from Tessa when I was in Texas.  She said they were coming from the West coast of Florida and looking for a campground near us so that we could visit before they started heading back North.  Being the country girl that I am, I said that if they didn’t mind doing it “redneck” style, they could camp in our yard.  We live in a rural community and there is plenty of room for a make-shift campsite on our property.  (The Biker Nazi and Co. had just done the same for Christmas)  Much to my surprise, the very sophisticated Tessa took me up on my “redneck” offer and Yeehaw!  Let the games begin!

We had a delightful time.  We went to dinner at our favorite haunt with a Irish name (in Tessa’s honor) but alas, a very American menu.  Good stuff anyway.  We were joined at dinner by Daughter # 1.  After dinner, we all went back to the camper and may or may not have had too much to drink.  I will never tell.  But suffice it to say, we gabbed and gabbed, caught up on stories and made up stories.  It was really hard to go to work the next morning.  I hated to see Tessa and TFH go and I really hated to get back to real life but it is what it is. 

Tessa and TFH’s fun didn’t end there.  They moved their way North and even visited Daughter #2 in her college town.  (PS – They had never met before either) and then small world that it is, they worked their way to our home town in Indiana where they had business to conduct.  It really is a small world. 

And once again, I must recommend that if you have the chance to meet a bloggy friend, go for it.  I have never been disappointed.  I have been blessed beyond measure to have met such wonderful friends in these pages. 


Love and Kisses,


PS.  I had some surgery that will require me to work from home for a few weeks.  This may mean you will see more of me…..or not.  Time will tell. 




Monday, March 5, 2012



I know I left you with a cliffhanger and that’s not fair.  But guess what?  I need you to hang there just a little longer while I work out a personal crisis. 

Just the other day, I dropped (for the one millionth time)  and broke my Olay Regenerist stick.  That may not sound oh so serious to you but it is a personal disaster of monumental proportion!   Allow me to explain:

This little stick of wonder is the only thing that keeps me from tripping on the bags under my eyes.   Every morning I stumble to the kitchen and retrieve that wand of perfection from my refrigerator.  I roll those cold little roller balls covered in debaggery lotion under my eyes and then sit back, drink coffee and wait for magic to begin.  For the record, I don’t know if keeping it in the fridge makes it work better but that is what Lolly does and she doesn’t have any bags under her eyes.  And that is good enough for me.   As for me, I won’t say that this cosmetic tool completely erases the bags under my eyes but man oh man does it ever help.

Before you get all, “Let’s start a telethon for SMB and her baggy eyes!”, I bought a new stick and personal crisis #1 has been averted.

But never being one to leave well enough alone, I decided to get creative and experimentish.  Hey, when inspiration hits, one must go with it, right?  Right?  That’s what I thought.

So I was applying some “More Expensive than I Usually Spring For but Since I am Desperate, Go for IT” eye cream yesterday when I noticed all these little wrinkles around my mouth.  And I thought to myself, “Self, how does this lotion know if it is dewrinkling your eyes or your mouth?”  And myself answered, “I bet it doesn’t know the difference at all.  Just because it’s pricey doesn’t mean it’s smart.” 

And so I did it.


I applied that METIUSFBSIADGFI eye cream to the wrinkles around my mouth.  And you know what?  I think it worked.  A little……  But a little is good, right?  I do notice a difference.

The only thing is:

Now every time I can’t find the words to express myself………my mouth squints.


Love and Kisses