Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Reading while moving...

Finally, we're moving into our place.  Having moved twice since November, it's a little more tedious than exciting.  But it is going to feel so good when we've got everything sorted and into place!

I'm squeezing in a little time fore reading, too.  I just got a copy of Heather King's new book and am devouring it.  I've loved Heather's other books - and this book looks like it may be her best yet.  Will write more about it when I'm finished.  This is much more enthralling than "The Devil Wears Prada" which I had started reading as a diversion.  Definitely will finish "Stripped" before I finish wading my way through the travails of the fashion publishing industry.

Friday, August 01, 2014

Peacock Eye!

I'm not ready to commit to a tattoo.  If I stall long enough I'll make it through life tattoo free.  But I occasionally see tattoos I admire.  When I attended a Flannery O'Connor conference in Chicago several years ago I met a young woman who had the most exquisite peacock feather tattooed on her forearm and part of her hand.  If only it had been a temporary tattoo that could have been purchased at the conference bookstore - I'd have taken as many as possible!

Pinterest has had some stunning peacock eye makeup ideas. So...in the interest of mother/daughter fun time I asked Bridget if she would like to try giving me a peacock eye.  Just for fun.  Heaven knows she has multiple palettes of all the right colors.  Here it is.  Not too bad for a first attempt.  Not that I would leave the house looking like this, of course.  Of course.
This was not easy to remove. The blue was very...persistent!

Thursday, July 31, 2014


Me? Worry?  Well, I'm trying not to worry but everything has been a little trying lately.  So yeah, I have moments of worry.  It was pretty funny when I did a Google image search for my name.  Lots of funny stuff plus my old friend Alfred E.  So for old times' sake...

In the course of a meeting yesterday the problem of "Google issues" was discussed.  I don't exactly have Google issues.  Except that Googling myself brings up Alfred E. Newman.  There must be a deeper meaning beyond the fact that he's appeared in this blog before.  Deep.  But I won't lie awake worrying about it.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Holding Down the Fort

anxious and troubled about a few things.  First of all, holding down the fort when we're between forts.  Our time was up at our temporary house - and not a moment too soon* - two weeks ago.  Not having found the right place at the right price, we are currently split between two places.  My commute is getting to be a bit taxing, though I must admit I was spoiled by all the years of having a 7 minute drive
to work.

I guess I am still more of a homemaker than I thought, since I feel a bit at loose ends without my own space to 'make.' But I do find enough "Martha-ish" things to do in the course of a day.  And managed to find the time to write something about Ss. Martha and Mary, which I was so tempted to subtitle, Yes, We Could Clog a Dyson!

*it was the random gunshots that really wore our nerves thin. That and the crackhead who lived in the basement. Though the dog never quite was acclimated and went into a real funk when the daily fireworks began as soon as the whether warmed up.  Everyday was the Fourth of July in that neighborhood.  And July 4th itself was like a war zone.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

If I Must Spend a Lot of Time With a Cat. . .

When you're done with this, I have some old New Yorkers  you may enjoy!
. . . I prefer it to be a literate cat.  Maybe not such a magazine hog, but still.  So - do I send a little catnip for Christmas or add him to the Vanity Fair gift subscription list?

And why am I suddenly hanging with cats?  Our time was up at the 'temp' house (thank the Lord - it was becoming too strange to continue living there) and we don't have a place lined up yet.  So Bee and I are crashing with Fran, Martha and the literate cats.  Hope this doesn't last too long, though it sure beats living with a crackhead in the basement and a nightly torrent of fireworks and the occasional gunshots.  (Independence Day was a barrage of noise and chaos, from which one of the dogs has not recovered.  I think he has canine shell-shock) 

Sunday, June 29, 2014

We're Out of Cornflakes . . .

"I can't take it anymore, Felix, I'm cracking up. Everything you do irritates me. And when you're not here, the things I know you're gonna do when you come in irritate me. You leave me little notes on my pillow. Told you 158 times I can't stand little notes on my pillow. "We're all out of cornflakes. F.U." Took me three hours to figure out F.U. was Felix Unger!"
Those building block Kleenex boxes are always lending themselves to (young?) shoppers' shenanigans.  Bee and I brought the Odd Couple spirit while at Target yesterday.  I tried to take the picture quickly, as paper goods was a very busy aisle.  Where were the gales of laughter?  No Felix Unger fans there, I guess.  Though one man thought my taking picture of a Kleenex display was mildly amusing.  Make that perplexing.  He was just perplexed.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Of all the inappropriate toys...

that my children managed to  smuggle into church, there never was a (toy) sword.  A sword? How did the child behind me at Mass this morning manage to bring a sword - albeit of the foamy variety - to church?  Hate to do a "if that was my child" but...if that was my child, the sword would have been confiscated and placed in a secure location. (i.e, behind mother's derriere until church was over; then it would be sentenced to a high shelf in the parents' closet for a certain punitive duration.)  I'm not a crank.  I like those foamy toy swords.  We've had a lot of fun with them over the years, just as we've also enjoyed the sport of fencing/walloping with swim noodles.  Now that plants a very bad image in my mind - children bringing 'noodles' to church....  Oy. That would demand more than a stink-eye to the parents.  One might need to call an usher.  Or the pastor.

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