The time change has happened. As usual, the first moments are absolutely GLORIOUS! Leisurely waking up, glancing at the clock...ahhhhh, it's only 7:30am...Fall Back has occurred!
And then reality sets in. Darkness. Deep, black, DARK darkness at 5 pm. Everyday. For months and months and months.
Good thing I'm a blogging, HGTV, cream cheese loving diva, for it is this, and this alone that will get me through!!
Hold me...
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Ahhh...Satisfaction!
Today I had one of the most satisfying experiences of my life. It was so great. It brings a smile of contentment to my face just thinking about it.
What?! what?? wwhhhhaaaatttt?????
Why, is that 'breathless anticipation' I hear? I love breathless anticipation.
Since you're about to burst, and YOU CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE, I'm gonna tell you.
I witnessed a skinny bird-boned man unable to stop himself from pigging out on dessert. He stuffed his face until his belly hurt, shrieking 'what did you put in this stuff? Meth?' And then he went to get himself another piece. Yes, folks, that man would be the naturally thin, non emotional eater, known as Mr. Wonderful. Before today that is. Now, he's simply known as 'Potentially Chubby." My life is complete. I made the pumpkin ooey-gooey cake, from Ms. Paula Deen herself, and now that I know the power it contains, nothing can stop me! I shall rule my Chubby Empire!! (psycho laughter is completely appropriate at this point).
Oh, yeah, the other great and satisfying thing that happened was that I got mulch. Lots and lots of mulch put in the front yard, in the big, dry, plantless garden bed. It looks teriffic! Instead of lazy, no-good neighbors, we look like responsible homeowners. To reiterate, Nothing can stop me now! I'm aware of the fact that Mr. Wonderful burned many, many calories while putting in the mulch...Do you take me for a fool? I promptly rewarded him with another hearty piece of ooey-gooey. He wolfed it down, and whimpered, 'More?'
Real Men Mulch...and then bring their wives a bunch of wild flowers....Isn't that sweet?!
'Oh, darling, have another piece of ooey-gooey'...
What?! what?? wwhhhhaaaatttt?????
Why, is that 'breathless anticipation' I hear? I love breathless anticipation.
Since you're about to burst, and YOU CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE, I'm gonna tell you.
I witnessed a skinny bird-boned man unable to stop himself from pigging out on dessert. He stuffed his face until his belly hurt, shrieking 'what did you put in this stuff? Meth?' And then he went to get himself another piece. Yes, folks, that man would be the naturally thin, non emotional eater, known as Mr. Wonderful. Before today that is. Now, he's simply known as 'Potentially Chubby." My life is complete. I made the pumpkin ooey-gooey cake, from Ms. Paula Deen herself, and now that I know the power it contains, nothing can stop me! I shall rule my Chubby Empire!! (psycho laughter is completely appropriate at this point).
Oh, yeah, the other great and satisfying thing that happened was that I got mulch. Lots and lots of mulch put in the front yard, in the big, dry, plantless garden bed. It looks teriffic! Instead of lazy, no-good neighbors, we look like responsible homeowners. To reiterate, Nothing can stop me now! I'm aware of the fact that Mr. Wonderful burned many, many calories while putting in the mulch...Do you take me for a fool? I promptly rewarded him with another hearty piece of ooey-gooey. He wolfed it down, and whimpered, 'More?'
'Oh, darling, have another piece of ooey-gooey'...
Sunday, October 31, 2010
To My Dear Adoring Public
Dearly Beloved Friends, Fans, and Family,
Ever since I promised to run naked through the streets of Rome, WHEN I GET 100 FOLLOWERS, I have had NO MORE FOLLOWERS.
Except for two. And they're now my BFF's forever...Hugs and kisses ya'll...
Anyway, look, I've got to get to Rome. But before that can happen, I have to get 100 people to follow me. So here's the deal. I'm gonna keep my clothes on-at least while I'm in the holy city. After that I make no promises.
This whole thing is a BIG surprise for Mr. Wonderful...he has no idea about followers, my nakedness in Rome, Rome itself, me using the Mastercard to get to Rome, or even making cupcakes here at home as the booby prize. I'm not sure he even knows what a blog is. So, if you won't do it for me, do it for him. He's never seen Rome...
Ok-fine. You can come with us...That will be a nice big surprise for him too.
See you in Italy...wearing only a toga...Uh?...Yes, togas are from Greece.
See you in Italy...FULLY CLOTHED...don't be afraid. Just follow me...
Sheesh!
Ever since I promised to run naked through the streets of Rome, WHEN I GET 100 FOLLOWERS, I have had NO MORE FOLLOWERS.
Except for two. And they're now my BFF's forever...Hugs and kisses ya'll...
Anyway, look, I've got to get to Rome. But before that can happen, I have to get 100 people to follow me. So here's the deal. I'm gonna keep my clothes on-at least while I'm in the holy city. After that I make no promises.
This whole thing is a BIG surprise for Mr. Wonderful...he has no idea about followers, my nakedness in Rome, Rome itself, me using the Mastercard to get to Rome, or even making cupcakes here at home as the booby prize. I'm not sure he even knows what a blog is. So, if you won't do it for me, do it for him. He's never seen Rome...
Ok-fine. You can come with us...That will be a nice big surprise for him too.
See you in Italy...wearing only a toga...Uh?...Yes, togas are from Greece.
See you in Italy...FULLY CLOTHED...don't be afraid. Just follow me...
Sheesh!
Monday, October 25, 2010
I went, I saw, I came home bitter
I've returned from my glorious rendezvous at the Country Living Fair...
We walked ,we shopped, we laughed with joy. Packed with creativity, it was a feast for the eyes, and good for the soul. I came away inspired, rejuvenated, and determined to make my home look like a shop. :)
Then, I walked in the front door of my house.
Good God. I gasped in horror. For some reason, until this very moment, I hadn't realized I was living in a drab, lifeless shell of a home. Why, this is no better than a prison cell...
What's that ugly little chair doing over there in the corner? Who thought it was a good idea to buy a television and prominently display it in the family room? Where are the fabulous fabrics and ribbon and fresh mowed hay strewn upon my floor? What about the fresh flowers, the hand sewn quilts, the charming vintage everything, not to mention ' what is that smell?'...
Today is a new day people. I just spent 6 hours cleaning, I've lit every candle I own, tomorrow I'll be painting, and the day after that, I'm going to build a tree house out back complete with stainless steel appliances, and vintage curtains...
We walked ,we shopped, we laughed with joy. Packed with creativity, it was a feast for the eyes, and good for the soul. I came away inspired, rejuvenated, and determined to make my home look like a shop. :)
Then, I walked in the front door of my house.
Good God. I gasped in horror. For some reason, until this very moment, I hadn't realized I was living in a drab, lifeless shell of a home. Why, this is no better than a prison cell...
What's that ugly little chair doing over there in the corner? Who thought it was a good idea to buy a television and prominently display it in the family room? Where are the fabulous fabrics and ribbon and fresh mowed hay strewn upon my floor? What about the fresh flowers, the hand sewn quilts, the charming vintage everything, not to mention ' what is that smell?'...
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