I don’t know about you, but the reality staring back at me in the morning mirror is not always a pretty site. Bob, bless his heart, thinks I look great rumpled and without any makeup, so there you have it, folks—love truly is blind. But a little hair gel and face paint after the morning shower and before heading out the door to work does wonders to make a girl feel slightly more alive.
That, and a little caffeine, I suppose. Continue reading “To paint, or not to paint”
Bob likes reading mythology, old and new, and even makes up some of his own. One of the classic old standbys, of course, is the hero in the Odyssey. Here’s my crib note version based on what’s left of my memory from required reading in high school and watching some old Hollywood interpretation on TV:
Odysseus has been away from the home castle for quite a long stretch; I can’t remember why, but “the rosy fingers of dawn” is mentioned several times. That, plus the fact that he and his very macho comrades go through all kinds of fantastic adventures with all kinds of out of this world creatures (today, I believe they are referred to as “meta-humans” in the Comicon universe). Continue reading “God of the bathrooms”
I tend a bit to the Phyllis Diller end of the housework continuum:
I like a clean and orderly home, naturally, but it needs to reach a critical mass before I’m overly motivated. If I don’t dust the furniture, it will only gather more dust and so much the better in which to write Bob a love note. On the other hand, if I’m not out in my garden watering and such, my green babies might DIE!
Now really, which is more important??
So it’s pretty amazing what Continue reading “Phyllis Diller, my heroine”
I’m writing this with a migraine. I mean, a real clinically diagnosed one, not just a bad headache. This is the kind the doc prescribes daily beta-blockers for, as well as “as needed” medication, not just the stuff you can get over-the-counter. I’m following in the steps of my brother, and my mom and her brother. Fortunately, some folks with authentic migraines can figure out their “triggers”. Unfortunately, I’m not one of them. Simply put, a trigger is the causative factor, be it a food, a chemical odor, bright lights, things like that.
Okay, yeah, then there’s stress. I’m thinking stress is part of the curse; it came with Eve’s first taste of the ONE fruit in the ENTIRE garden God said was a no-no, from Continue reading “Go take a hike! (No, really, I mean it…)”