When I grow up....

My friend and I were talking and I realized that I don't think I will ever grow up to be a mature completely grounded person. I will never fit in as sophisticated and recently, I realized I don't want to. I am quite content to be silly, pretend the snow foam is real snow, and believe in true love.

For over half my life I wanted to be a grown up, never quite realized when being a grown up had happened, and now at 34, I've decided being an adult isn't a ticket to automatically being a member of the cool and cultured adult world. Instead, I'm an observer and mostly a comrade to babies, tots, young adults and those who have lived much longer. I will never learn to contain my wise arsed remarks, I'll continue to put my foot in my mouth, and flirt and tease with careless abandonment.

I'll keep my hair in colors not found in the natural world, wear necklines that are too low and heels that are too high, and sometimes, I'll throw my hair in a pony tail and sleep in and stay up too late. I will continue to laugh too loud, and experience everything for the first time all over again.

I am looking forward with anticipation and excitement for a breathlessly exciting 2008.

*~Friends~*

I had a friend over for dinner. I love having people over; I should do it more often. We lit candles in the fireplace, set some throughout the house and table, and plugged in the tree.

We grilled on the patio, had a few drinks (note to self - never buy raspberry vodka again), had ice cream and played some games. The wii is a lot of fun - you can have a lot of ages playing together. While the games aren't groundbreaking, it is nice not having to push 6 controller buttons.

Just a bit ago we said goodbye and the house felt bigger and quieter. I like being around people. Off to blow out the candles...

a call from heaven?

I've written that my mom died about three years ago. So I'm at work and hear a vibration. Cool - it's my phone, so I pick it up and see who is calling.

I don't screen calls, I'm just curious. So I look at the caller and it says..."Mom". I didn't have a cellphone three years ago.

So a rush of emotions fall over me. I always miss my mom, but just seeing "Mom" in print sort of rips my heart out all over again.

Then I glance at the number. My home phone? Mom? My house?

Then it hits me. I grabbed my son's phone by mistake on my way out the door today.

Not a haunted phone at all, just a frantic teen removed from his lifeline, and once again it is I who am "Mom".

Snow Day!

Alright, there isn't any snow on the coast, however, it was cold (39 degrees was the low) to the quick this morning and I could see the mountains clearly braced against a perfect delphinium blue sky. It isn't often that the air feels clean enough to bathe in.

I relished the heat in my car and contemplated a run for coffee on my way in this morning and then thought "Run? hummmm....I should take up running again".

I'll never be a fast runner, I tend to just sort of plod along and think happy thoughts or no thoughts at all. But it's quite an exhilarating feeling, there are beautiful coastal areas with good paths.

It would be engaging to pick up a hobby with a runner's club. I have an old contact that should be able to give me the information and set me up.

Dearest Readers

You ever have a revelation? I have figured out that everything I experience has my perspective on it, and that because I am an optimist most of the experiences I have had, are positive and wonderful. But what happens when you learn that your point of view is heavily skewed and distorted?

That is when you have a revelation and learn that something you thought was delightful was really just, well, not positive and wonderful. In fact, bordering on disturbing...

So as I think this over, I have decided to not trust my experiences of the past, and simply reach for a future where I am happy and content.

If you have read all this, I will say that reading people's blogs shows the part of a person that is probably more their real inner selves or the self they want people to see than the person they share with people in their everyday life. Even fictional accounts take a kernel of truth into them.

I am grateful for all of the people who read blogs, and more importantly for me, reading the these blogs keep my heart and mind filled with humor, kindness, and truth about humanity. So keep writing!

Some tree pictures...

This is the full tree, doesn't the angel look a little cramped?



Here is is a little more close up.

This is the biggest tree I've set up. You can tell that even with the step ladder I wasn't able to really decorate the top portion. I'm sad to only have it up for the week. next year I'm going to have to use a list and chck off items on a schedule.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

Reindeer food. It's a little plastic bag kids get from school filled with uncooked oatmeal and glitter. You're supposed to throw it on the lawn/sidewalk on Christmas Eve so that Santa can find you're house more easily and the reindeer get a snack.

Sounds completely innocent, right?

While I was at the store, the girl fell asleep and when I got home, I woke her up so she could throw this reindeer food outside and put a cookie for Santa by the fireplace. She quickly falls back asleep and all is well.

Once the house is quiet, I decide to grab gifts out of my car. I step outside and literally run into an opossum. I don't know who is scared more shitless. It books it into the shrubs and I was just frozen. Front door wide open.

On instinct, I ran into the house like a crazy woman for a broom and swept that crap up as quickly as I could. I feel like throwing up. It could have run into the house. I would have had a mini death over something like that.

In the future, the reindeer can STARVE.

Santa needs some tequila for her nerves...

Who know Christmas could be so hard?

Off to figure this shuffle out...

Downside of a Christian Education

So we crammed in all the pre-holiday festivities into 48hours. Last minute shopping, cooking, baking, wrapping, and we get home and collapse.

I told the kids I had to run to the grocery store for a couple items and the little one pipes up "Don't forget to get stuff for the cake!!!" Huh? Cake? Who is baking a cake?

"Mom, you have to bake a cake for Jesus!" Who does this, and why don't they tell me weeks ago? Don't I get to decide family traditions?

But looking into her great eyes filled with visions of a baby in a manger, I melt and decide to hit up a bakery.

I hope Baby Jesus likes carrot cake.

The Green Eyed Monster

My little one is experiencing terrible jealousy pains. The boy has had is girlfriend over and the girl tries her hardest to sit between them or prevent her brother from getting anywhere near her or even hates to leave them alone together. I caught her standing in his doorway playing her DS game refusing to move or look at them.

Even strangers are not safe. A young couple was sitting in a local restaurant (girl on his lap) and she went over and sat at their table staring at them with huge eyes. The stranger girl got a little nervous and asked the girl if she wanted them to leave. She refused to answer and I had to call her over.

Tonight, at the mall, the boy put his arm around his girlfriend and the girl could not squeeze between them so I saw her finally just give up and she walked with her arm around his girlfriend too.

She has put aside the jealousy and has now claimed his girlfriend to be her new best friend and that they are a "girl's only" club so he cannot sit with them.

It is probably the first time the girl has not been the center of attention. Even at school, she is always in charge of a group of kids, having them play her games, stories, and inventions. It is fascinating watching her solve her problem.

O' Holy Night!

I have the most dear friend. She knows just how crazy, compulsive, angry, and confused I am and she STILL chooses to be wonderful to me. I've had lots of close friends who sort of freak out and just leave. People seem to expect more of me than I can give and she expects nothing.

Anyway, she asked if I had lunch plans and I said yup, I need a tree. I have one of the smallest sub compacts and no roof rack. And there are four days till Christmas. We checked out the trees but most were 12 feet or more but to the side was a pile of trees wrapped in twine. We were starting to see what they looked like by standing the upright and were told they were mystery trees. You can't open them up until you buy one.

We looked at each other and grabbed one. I thought it was about 6 feet tall. They trim the bottom, put it on a shaker and tied it on my car. We drove to the house and rolled it off the roof. It was HEAVY. We drag it to the house and stand it up. Only it won't stand without gauging the popcorn ceiling. It's about 8 inches too tall. Unable to deal with it, we stuck it in a pot of water. We were laughing so hard.

So tonight, the girl watched while I trimmed off a bit from the top and got it in a stand and set it up. I put tons of lights and it is just beautiful. All of the lights are frosted and there are regular style, little pearls and big pearls. I have about 600 more lights I could add but I'm too tired to keep climbing the ladder to reach the top.

My hands hurt, they are cut up and have sap stuck on them, I'm still sick, but I'm so happy the job is done and it is the prettiest thing you have ever seen. The boy is cleaning the house tomorrow - floors, mirrors, dusting, putting movies away and organizing. I think he should invite his friends over more often.

Now, all I need to do is plan Christmas Day dinner. I have an idea about serving crab and prime rib, but I have never cooked either. It's on my mind though... Traditionally, Christmas Eve is simply pizza for us.

This is why I went home...

At 2:30am I was woken up. I tried to go back to sleep and just had this thought...bathroom. Finally it hit me. Yesterday, I had to make some important copies for work. So I made them and forgot to deliver the originals.

So I left my office a second time with them in hand.

I decided to make a quick stop to the ladies room and there were a lot of women there who are not with our company. So instead of leaving the papers on the counter, I brought them in with me. They are tiny stalls so I shoved them in where the toilet seat covers are and did my thing.

I left the ladies room and went back to work.

I never got the documents out of the seat cover thing.

It's bad enough explaining how I lost them HERE.

Imagine telling my boss. As I was explaining, he got so flustered and uncomfortable, it made the entire situation worse.

It was the walk of shame.

And I Am Still So Busy!

My workload is just crazy right now and it doesn't help that I have succumbed to the illness the boy's girl shared with him, so I probably won't be able to write a daily update until the first of the year. It makes me sad - this blog is very good for me.

The other downfall was Friday night. The girl and I ended up at the mall to get a birthday gift and we decided on Webkinz. The girl started to cry,"I've ALWAYS wanted a charcoal cat!" and she has these amazing giant brown eyes that began to fill quickly with tears.

I was so very, very tired - it was almost 9 and I still had so much to do, so I caved. That is what happens to a woman who is exhausted and just wanting to leave the mall without a scene. I bought one for her and one for her friend.

So now I'm addicted, like a ho to meth. I ask people, Oh if you're going to the Hallmark store I need a cow - I mean my daughter needs the cow...and can you check out the charms? Here's a list of the ones I don't need - I mean she doesn't need".

Ack! I have successfully avoided my obsessive compulsive behavior for a couple of months (oh shut up, the Huell thing does NOT count). And besides, I mean the obsessive-compulsive thing that I can live on for years...

Okay, I'm off to read my favorite blogs. Thank you so much for reading!

Oh Dear!

Work is stacked up to my eyeballs and I have 2 parties to attend today, so I won't be able to read or update today.

The weekend in brief:

• took the girl to a party where she learned to ice skate
• froze my ass off at the aforementioned party
• drank egg nog
• stayed in pajamas from 8pm Sat till this morning. Yes, the same pair. :-O
• the boy is sick
• had two cocktails and went to bed

Exciting!

Field Trip

So yesterday, I asked my coworkers if they wanted to jaunt up to Montebello with me during lunch. They are incredulous and said it was a very long drive. Being the google map queen, I point out that we are here and about only 5 inches away is Montebello. They scoff.

Finally one asks, "WHY do you want to go to Montebello?" Knowing that "Cuz I've never been" isn't going to work on Miss Logic, I spilled it. "Because I want Broguiere's Egg Nog and Huell Howser hangs out there".

I hang my head in shame. I have a closet crush on Huell. I mean goodness have you seen this man's hands?????

This morning I come in and she had bought me 2 bottles of Broguiere's from her local gourmet market. So I'm swigging this stuff and just a little sad that it wasn't accompanied by a hug from Huell and the line, "That's amazing!". Cuz, when he says it, I believe it.

My Christmas List

A week at the Golden Door Spa. I love spa's. My favorite is a deep massage, hot stones, lots of oil and a silent masseur. Just the big hands, no talking. My most unusual treatment has been a vichy shower. It's a 'wet' treatment. You lie nekkid, covered with a couple towels on this cushy table in a tiled room and someone comes in and uses these shower heads with about 7 jets and scrubs and rubs your body till it glows. Something strange and delightful about having someone bath you. So seven days of bliss.

A horse. I grew up in AZ near an Arabian horse farm. I've always wanted a horse of my own. I would end up paying to ride at the stables.

A throw to line my world with fur...(yes folks, it's faux chinchilla)

I've already mentuoned my penchant for cosmetics and perfume....I've always wanted a bottle of Clive...

Aside from my eyebrows and head, I have no desire to deal with hair on my body...so maybe Santa will splurge and send me here for electrolsys. Good by razor, waxing and threading!

http://www.spagregories.com/sptrts/hair_rem.shtml

Come on Santa, I've been mostly good.

You know you

have finally become a Southern Californian when you are on the freeway and pissed because the car in front of you is going too G-d damned slow and you want to ram into their car in rage and you glance at your odometer and find that you are going 80 and think the speed limit of 65 is a joke.

I have lived here about 7 years, and I can now claim residency.

No makeup? Oh, really....?

So I use this face stuff called "Make Up Optional" by Philosophy. It's supposed to make me age more slowly (ha!), and be perfectly happy without make up. Make up is my crutch. I love it and feel quite grown up with it on. But this morning as I washed my face (you rub the soap on dry skin for 30 seconds and then rinse off, put on a cream, then applied a serum (things that sound medical must work better, right?), then applied lotion, and then spot treated places of future wrinkles, added sunscreen, and finally put on Smashbox's photo finisher, when suddenly it hit me. Sure I might be going without make up, but by now I have 6 layers of cosmetics on my face before touching make up. Make Up Optional? I think I should call it flesh optional.



Of course I'm a product junkie and quite addicted to my six layers...

I Hate the Holidays

1. I bought the girl plastic crap. Plastic crap is stuff that kids think is interesting and an hour after using it, it's never touched again. Stupid i-dog.
2. After buying the plastic crap I realized she needs an mp3 player. I can't find a refurbished shuffle so now I'm off to searching for an easy to use, cheap, and non Disney mp3.
3. The boy's flute. I'm still hurting over a 2,000 dollar Christmas. I keep telling myself it's 2 Christmases and one birthday...but STILL it's tough to swallow.
4. I have no tree. I feel like I'm a slacker. Am I the only mom who has a subcompact? Who doesn't live to set up a nativity scene or what to hang lights (I keep thinking there are SPIDERS in the shrubs).
5. Holiday pictures. I normally take them and make a card. It's stinkin' adorable. But I haven't been able to pin down 3-4 hours with both kids. And the clock is ticking!
6. The girl's other present needs batteries and an SD card. Not tragic, just another thing for the list.
7. I have one sort of sexy fun dress and two parties in a row. I do not want to go shopping again. I guess at one of them I'll just have to not look sexy-fun. Again not tragic, just stating the facts.
8. I have to go in the garage. Another spider habitat. And pull out holiday decorations. And replace items that are broken. I just can't bare to think of the lights. I hate dealing with lights.
9. Getting the tree in the house. Getting it in and straight is something that makes me cry for the father in "A Christmas Story".
10. Wrapping gifts. I wish I grew up where Santa just threw the toys on the floor. Instead, I come from wrapping paper stock. While I hate wrapping, I can't break from tradition.
11. Come on...a wii? I know. Every year, I need to want something impossible.

The gift for the person who has EVERYTHING

I was given this link a couple weeks ago and think it's a clever item. I mean a millionaire or the guy next door would appreciate it's kitchiness and individuality. It's where function meets art. It reminds me of Happy Day's when Mr. C. or Fred Flinstone would leave for a lodge meeting. So throw on a smoking jacket and silk pajamas and stop by and tell them who sent you.

http://www.fez-o-rama.com/fez_buy.htm

The Boy's Theory

Soda is on sale - buy 2 cases get 3 cases free. So I bought some diet ginger ale to use as mixers and regular ginger ale for the kids as 'a once in awhile' beverage. I bought a case for a friend who was looking for cranberry Sierra Mist.

So I told the boy (who was SHOCKED to see soda in the house) how little it cost and he said, "Mom it's only cheap because milk prices are rising". To be honest, I have not noticed, the price I pay is the same price I've paid for years - the organic stuff is always $6 per gallon. He said the price of the regular milk is inflating quickly and parents are giving their kids less milk and replacing it with soda, because it's cheaper.

Now, parents can take away the milk, see their kids face light up and feel okay about saving a couple dimes. So I asked him "Water is almost free - why not just serve water?", and he said, "Because then you feel like your denying your kid, and then the soda company gains a lifelong customer".

I love that at 14, he already has conspiracy theories.

The Golden Compass

I finally saw the movie! I went with a friend and the girl. The boy was to come but had a change of plans. The movie felt like the book on speed. The director tried to get the entire book into the time of a show and it just didn't work. However, the costumes are gorgeous, red eyes and all Nicole Kidman is just a beautiful woman. The movie makes me want to put my hair up in a 40's style and throw on my false eyelashes (I bought them a couple years ago and lost the reason to wear them).

The worst part of the movie was the credit music. Since when does the credit music sing about the movie? "Oh, Lyra and her soul?" *barf* It ended at an earlier place than the book as well - like they ran out of money to do the ending sequence and are hoping to pull off the second book next winter.

The armored bears, well - Iorek was sexy for a polar bear.

The girl liked the movie enough. She watched it while hanging, flipping, and crawling on the railing. We go to the first showing for a reason.

An Boy Update

I haven't mentioned the boy for awhile. He is busy, busy, busy. He has a steady girlfriend now and spends every minute he can on the phone with her or with her and sometimes with his friends. I knew it was coming, but I miss him!

As I was dropping him off at her house this morning I told him "Be good!" and he dropped his voice and raised an eyebrow and said "Oh I'm good...very good!". I smacked him and he laughed and said I started it. Still it unnerves me.

I also brought up safe sex but found myself feebly saying at the end, so if you have sex, make sure to use an condom that is NEW and, and, and, and, don't have sex. Yeah, I'm really smooth...

Anyway, we spent the afternoon looking at his Christmas present. His present costs a little less than my first car. It's a flute. A $1,990 flute. I am so grateful I can get it for him, but I'm also shocked by how much it costs. I know it will serve him through college, but still... he did say he'd really like a bass flute and it's double what the new flute costs and I laughed and said, "Honey, that will be something you can save for on your own."

So, that is my boy update.

Scratch out the Cat

The girl woke up with hives from head to toe.

Cat Saga Continued...

So the girl and I went to see the cats. They are rescued cats and we are looking for an older cat (7 months and older). She was so good with them - we were in a room with about 6 cats and they were really funny. Then I got interesting news...they are requiring 2 cats to be adopted for the price of one. So here I am on the fence trying to decide if I want one cat and they are saying no single adoptions, I would have to consider two cats.

I really liked a couple of the cats. They were fun, fat and affectionate. But by the time we were done "looking" I was covered with cat hair and the smell of cat was giving me a headache. I am going to have to think this over. I like NOT smelling cat and I like being animal hair free.

I am thinking I would be happier finding a wii.

I think God I'm not in Florida

http://www.sun-sentinel.com/news/local/southflorida/sfl-1207foodforgrades,0,6755258.story



So - if kids don't do well in school,then the message is:

And to the whiny mom who doesn't want to be the bad guy...That is your JOB!.

And I consider it a job perk.

Liars

I love a good liar. One who can bs the night away with a great grin and lots of laughter cuz they know that you know it's all in fun.

But on the other hand, I want to hate the liar who lies with kisses and tenderness. Nothing is worse than someone who pretends so well that you believe the intimacy is more than sex.

I've decided I now despise the good Dr. McDreamy. He stood there last night making sad puppy dog eyes at a woman who loves him...who he said he loves and then kissed someone else. But do not worry Doctor Dear, she has fond memories of the past and memories that will never allow her to feel the same way about you ever again. With one kiss, it's over.

Women prefer a man of action. Not one who just stands there with sad eyes and pity.

Maybe I should stick with not watching television it makes me feel quite . . . not nice.

Meow!

I'm not a pet person. However, I can be persuaded to be a "giver" and the girl has been dreaming about cats since she could tell me her dreams. She draws them, asks for stuffed cats, plastic cats, writes about cats, and searches out cats.

So I am considering getting her a cat. I know, I know, it's insane. One more thing to add to my overflowing plate. But it seems to be the time. The furniture is old and can't possibly get ruined, the carpets are clean, and she is old enough to put a scoop of cat food in a dish.

I cringe thinking that my clothing is going to become hair covered and that everything may smell of cat. And the litter box... oh yuck.

But to see the girl's face light up, well it might, just might be worth it.

Let Us Never Mention This Again...

I have the crappy part of my job that I enhance with certain freedoms. My last boss was more hands on, but my current supervisor never bothers me as long as my job is done well.

So I work in this private walkway for about an hour. Normally, I am the only person there. So I'm doing this job that requires no thought and I bring in music to occupy my mind. So it's just me and David Bowie and some Bare Naked Ladies, working and dancing and singing. Yes, that's right...it really is only me there. I am quite uninhibited when I'm alone.

Only this time...I wasn't alone. I don't know how long he was standing there. We stared at each other for a couple seconds (I wanted the earth to swallow me whole).

Then we pretended it never happened and talked shop.

Maybe next month, I'll turn the music down...

Quiz Results

My girlfriend keeps me in the loop by sending my lots of forwarded emails. I rarely ever take the quizzes, but this simple file was interesting - it must be old to be in excel...anyway here are the results of my personality quiz. It could be anyone right? I mean loves abstract and reality...is there anything else? :P

* Abstract thoughts
* Loves reality and abstract
* Intelligent and clever
* Changing personality
* Temperamental
* Quiet, shy and humble
* Low self esteem
* Honest and loyal
* Determined to reach goals
* Loves freedom
* Rebellious when restricted
* Loves aggressiveness
* Too sensitive and easily hurt
* Showing anger easily
* Dislike unnecessary things
* Loves making friends but rarely shows it
* Daring and stubborn
* Ambitious
* Realizing dreams and hopes
* Sharp
* Loves entertainment and leisure
* Romantic on the inside not outside

Gym Rat

I work out. 3-4 days a week - not enough to "do anything" but enough for me to drop comments like "Yesterday at the gym..." or "Oh I can't, I have to be at the gym". I like when I'm there and all thoughts leave me except "How many miles?" or "3 sets of 10 or 2 sets of 15?". I don't think about kids, work, my hair - I'm blank for 45 minutes.

I wear terrible workout clothes - lime green, tee shirts that were free advertising, bright shoes and get this, sometimes I wear a scrunchie. *gasp*

I do a cardio for 30 and one weight circuit, or 45 on cardio. I love weights. I wish I was ripely like this:

But I'm sure it takes more than three hours a week. So I get sweaty and drink water and feel for just a couple minutes as though I can run a marathon. Then I remember a marathon is 26 miles and I just about die laughing.

A Meme Virgin

Lol - Moooog35 tagged me and after a quick google search to see what it means, here I go:


The rules:

1. Link back to the person who tagged you.


2. Imagine you could send a letter back in time to yourself, when you were 13 years old, what would you write to yourself?


3. Tag 5 people to do this blog

J and C and Me

nouveausoccermom

Life of a Valley Girl

Elise

Adventures with Gretchen

At thirteen I was clueless (and not in the cool Cher and Dion way). I wore dresses and wrap around skirts and pumps to school. I owned no jeans, no shorts, no tee shirts. I had hair that was one length down to my butt. In other words, I was a dork who was sarcastic and read walking through the halls.


Dearheart,


This is your 30ish self telling you to buy some Guess? jeans and guess tees. Why? Wake up - you are the only person who is NOT wearing them. Oh and tennis shoes. Please, buy some tennis shoes. And never ever wear a collared shirt - that pink collared shirt with paramecium all over is NOT cool. It never was cool and it will never be cool. Throw it away. Do not - I repeat - do not wear it for picture day.


Cut the hair. Long butt length hair is only sexy on super models. On you, it looks like your mom cut it on the back lawn. Oh wait, she did. Insist on getting it cut by someone with a license. Take up ballet. You really like it and took it at 17, and at 13, you'll like it even more. Don't get me wrong - you look great in high school, you just need a little push to get "with it" earlier.


Boys. Some are really amazing. The ones who don't care about the pink shirt, who know you are silly, who really care about you, who sing your name song playing the guitar under the stars, keep in touch with them. Don't run from the ones who are good for you.


You will have two job offers at 16. Pick the Dairy Queen. Yes, the other job is glamorous, but a 16 year old should not have a glamorous job. DQ will suck and you'll really want to finish school, finish college. Do not look for Mr Right. There isn't one. Date boys your own age. Scorn the older men who ask you out. There are laws about this. Follow them. Choose a spouse that loves you more than himself. He won't care that you are wearing shorts with surfing bunnies on them (please don't wear these any where outside of the house, this is just an example) in public.


It's okay to be good at stuff. And somethings are hard, hard is okay too - don't run from hard.


Don't waste money. Spend it on land. Scarlett O'Hara's father is right, "Why, land's the only thing in the world worth working for...".


Spend more time with your mom. High school is incredibly busy and you just eat and sleep at home. Carve out time for your mom.


Your 30ish self is happy. You have two amazing kids. Your heart is open-not broken, cold or hard, you are optimistic, fun, and enthusiastic. You take delight in new experiences and friends.

Go to all of the parties you are invited to, have fun, and take care of yourself.


Love,


M

I recieved an early Christmas gift!

This morning I found a wrapped bottle of Absinthe and a note for me reading "premature Christmas gift". Thank you darling friend! It also came with some coconut body butter.

Quite curious about the curiosity.

Not updating with details

I do have one tidbit to share...
Cognac tastes like sex feels.
And that is all the sharing I'm going to do.

Ready for the party...!

All I need now is a nap and I'll be ready to go.



I have the gift...

Absolut in a disco ball case




I have the dress...

black, sleevless, with a tiny bit of sparkle



And the shoes...

black heels (of course)


Hopefully, I'll make it to church tomorrow.

I have tried posting pictures but for some odd reason it's not working...I'll try again later.

All I could get was...

I don't normally show pic's of this side. I have a scar that shows most from this angle. Hopefully, the pearly whites will distract you. Hummm....I think the lipstick is too pink alone. I didn't leave the house with it on - I added a copper. And maybe I need to learn "party" makeup...Most of the women had very artful makeup on.