up close bling

yep they're gold baby

flat stanley rules!

what up seestahs!? here's me with my man stan rolling with a libation and a bit oh bling on my grill

gray hair, wine stained lips, cheesy tummy and braces?

recently i've been noticing a new phenomenon in my life. not a whack you over the head thing - just a slow seepage - slowly seeping (sorry i love to play with words like that)...i do not recognize myself in the mirror - AT ALL. you can catch me on occasional morning deeply staring into my own eyes with a wonderment type of feeling ...who is this masked women looking back at me? in the past i usually giggle at myself and move on. except lately. lately i am really looking, like the way you really check to make sure your dog does not in fact have fleas. really looking to make sure you don't have two more wrinkles from the night before.

the first time i did this...carefully... i yelped like a stepped on pup. yikes! i have brown aging spots on my temples - not little freckly ones. BIG I AM MAKING MYSELF KNOWN ones...upon further review. i need botox! (ok you know i live in the cradle of botox/new boobs/nosejob/tummy tucks {although i must say these are looking better each day} civilization and i am indeed joking) i have a permafrown between my eyebrows and stretch as i try - it ain't moving. it could be from 11yrs as a middle school teacher in a large school in soCal (i'm blaming it on this - oh the fodder for another day - rest assured)

gray hair - now to be honest, i don't care about gray hair that much. if i had a few strands - fine. the fact that left untamed, my hair would do a perfect imitation of Frankenstein's bride is a bit much for even me - tom boy. yet i toil on - coloring as infrequently as possible to avoid screaming adolescents scurrying like freddie krueger is here from the classroom. HOWEVER.. i found a gray hair - THERE - yes you know where i am talking about - THERE. admittedly i was stunned. stunned in the way you wonder will i live on...a gray 2 inch hair proudly proclaiming she is here and proud of it. sheeeeiiiitttt!

so i'm getting braces on tues - just to make myself feel more balanced with my own perception - gray hair, wine stained lips and freakin' braces. aaahhh life. good stuff. oh the (i need to make my own acronym) husband is needing attention. must run. i am after all the diligent wife.

these are the items

these are the items in the shelf to my right: Check 2 sleeves of golf balls, two boxes of Remington 380 automatic bullets, old flask (probably should be far from the bullets!) thesaurus, CA camping book, APA Manual, National Audubon Field Guide for Birds and Burial Documents for Grandpa Fred - hmm... either balanced or psycho depending on the mood you're in....Gus says it's just a good sign of one who is living life...

bloody mary musings

pollyanna i am not - as i delight in the rainy,dreary morning sipping a bloody mary to comfortably end the occasion of the night before. (figuratively wrapping our arms around our friend whose husband was sent to Iraq for the 2nd time...the day before their anniversary...into the red zone) whatever delusions i may have of hardships in my life...my husband never coming home again is not one of them. yet there was some comfort in 11 women and 1 guy (my sweetman) drinking margaritas and philosophizing on the finer points of dirtbiking vs. street HA! agnostic vs. atheist and the importance of camouflage thongs on such an occasion and why our friend Orla's name means "golden princess" aahhh the good times...why must it take an emotional disaster to get us out and about. sigh...i think it's time for one more bloody...and a good snuggle with Gus.