Today is the day.
She is sixteen years old. She is taller than I am. She is beautiful, inside and out. And as I sit here and write about her, and think about how wonderful she is, I reflect on that day sixteen years ago when she came into the world and my heart breaks, knowing that she will never be my baby again.
Happy birthday to my oldest bundle of joy 🙂
Dear Tide:
I am writing to say what an excellent product you have! I’ve used it all of my married life, as my Mom always told me it was the best. Now that I am in my forties I find it even better!
In fact, about a month ago, I spilled some red wine on my new white blouse. My inconsiderate and uncaring husband started to belittle me about how clumsy I was, and generally started becoming a pain in the neck. One thing led to another and somehow I ended up with his blood on my new white blouse!
Diorama *not* made by me...
I grabbed my bottle of Tide with bleach alternative, and to my surprise and satisfaction, all of the stains came out! In fact, the stains came out so well the detectives who came by yesterday told me that the DNA tests on my blouse were negative and then my attorney called and said that I was no longer considered a suspect in the disappearance of my husband.
What a relief! Going through menopause is bad enough without being a murder suspect! I thank you, once again, for having a great product.
Well, gotta go. Have to write to the Hefty bag people next!
Sincerely,
A grateful Aggie 😉
I used to be a big tea drinker. I mean BIG. It was my beverage of choice every morning. I loved to watch it steep, the liquid turn into an amber nectar that would lift my spirits and recharge and soothe me at the same time.
And then I got pregnant with Eldest. And tea tasted like warm strychnine laced with rat poison. This is NOT an exaggeration. True, I have never tasted either, but from the descriptions I have read in murder mysteries, it came close. I was bereft. I could no longer partake of any kind of tea, not even southern sweet tea. No matter how much sugar I added, and believe me, I added a LOT of sugar, the taste was still acrid. Nothing helped. This went on for about a year and a half, until we returned to the mainland from being stationed in Hawaii. And then I went to my inlaws one Saturday morning, and my MIL fixed me a cup of coffee out of habit. Not wanting to be rude, I decided to drink it, after adding the requisite amounts of half and half and sugar.
ZOMG!!! I could drink it! And I have been a convert ever since.
I can NOT function without a cup in the morning, and usually make sure to drink at least two cups, just to be on the safe side. And though I can now drink the southern sweet iced tea and can drink some other hot teas, I still prefer coffee. I am not a coffee snob by any stretch, but do have my favorites. And no, Starbucks isn’t one of them. I’m sure some of you will be shocked about that. But hey, it’s my blog and I brew what I want to 😉
No, not really speaking to me. More like her anthem, You’re So Vain, keeps circling about in my head. Why? Because I have a hair appointment to have my tresses tamed and trimmed.
No, I am NOT cutting it short!!
JUST a trim of maybe an inch to an inch-and-a-half. And maybe I will capitulate to my vanity, and get a gloss treatment to make my hair look like it came from a Pantene commercial.
My hair, in about 20 years. Or in about three weeks if the kids keep driving me nuts.
I’ll try to post before and after pics of the hair. Hopefully, it won’t be too big of a change for someone 😉
I can hear Hubby whimpering all the way over here already…. 😉
UPDATE!!
Ok, here you go:
SHINY!!!!
Ok, people??? 😀
This week, I shall be undertaking several projects here at home. Some are small, piddly little things that have gotten under my skin, like finally hanging up several pictures which have been in the closet for the last five years. Others require the willing co-operation of the children. In particular, Eldest will be moving her piles of “stuff” back into her room by TOMORROW.
She reads this, which is why I wrote that in big letters.
Her room has a certain Zen look to it, when uncluttered. Hopefully, she will get rid of half of the clutter that takes away from it, and make the room into a haven for her. If she’s lucky, she will have a nice reading chair in there for her use, along with new lighting if I can manage it.
Say it with me: OHM!!!
Hopefully I will be able to post a pic of the finished room tomorrow. Because her father reads this, too 😉
UPDATE:
I had forgotten about an appointment I have this morning, so pics of her finished room will have to wait until tomorrow. Thank goodness!!
We all have them. We all enjoy them. You know you do, so don’t try to say you don’t! Everyone of us has a friend that’s a bad influence. The one that says another slice of cake won’t hurt, or that you need that new dress, or that those shoes are absolutely fabulous and you must get them.
I have one of those friends, too. His name is Mitchell, and he is dangerous. Oh, we’ve never met, and he would die before going dress shopping with me. But when it comes to art and the kitchen, he is mandragora. He is the reason several bloggers came up with a new name for shopping: going a-yorling, after his former blogging name. A couple of days ago he posted some lovely kitchen canisters that he purchased as a housewarming gift for his mom. Not only lovely, but handmade here in the USA. You can guess what happened next:
Yep, I got the complete canister set from Crosby & Taylor. In my defense it was a fabulous deal, and considering I had been using two basket canisters for the longest time, I felt I was due for an upgrade. Right?? All I know is that now I need the matching garlic pot and soap dispenser. And when I say “need”, I mean WANT LIKE BURNING!!
If Mitchell ever has a garage sale, I’m sunk 😉
Yes, I am in a state of panic. Eldest’s Sweet Sixteen birthday is coming up, and she wants a party, but her lazy gene decided to act up, and we haven’t done any planning!! Ok, that’s not entirely true. I have made plans, but she has neither approved or disapproved of them. She sort of likes the cake design….. she sort of likes the menu…. she sort of likes everything.
She just can’t decide on the incidentals.
She did decide on a theme, though. We are going to have a Paint Party! I will have a canvas tarp set up outside on the fence, and her friends will be able to paint or write anything they like (as long as it passes muster with me).
Like this, only legible.
Of course, that means no dressing up, which every parent considers a total win. It also means they will leave through the side gate, and not through the house. One thing I am not sure about is whether or not to have party favors. It’s a tradition in Puerto Rico to do so at every type of party. I even gave favors at my wedding. But kids might consider that uncool, or something. If anyone has suggestions, let me know 😉
So, this weekend will be spent planning and screaming, and hopefully it will get done!!
Life always intrudes, doesn’t it?? It never fails…. you go to the craft store, you find something new to try, and as soon as you come home you put it in your craft area, ready to start on it, only to find you need just one more thing, so you wait on in until you get it, then you forget where you put something else you need, so you keep putting off the project until you can’t remember what you were going to make.
That happens a lot to me. And no, it’s not senility.
Anyway, I finally found the item I needed: a miniature canvas. Those are a bit hard to come by, since most artists prefer to paint on a full-sized canvas, I imagine. And why would I need a miniature canvas? To make something similar to this:
Mine won’t need so many canvases, and will be smaller in size. I hope to have it finished by this evening, because I just know something is going to come up. Again…
I figure I may finish this project in time for school to begin 😉
Well, apparently they are here rather early. This week has been very hectic at Casa de Aggie. Hubby has been in a hurry to receive certain documents for his board, and I have been in a hurry to find them! Luckily, all that got done, thanks to Eldest, who knows how to scan and attach (whatever that means) to emails.
The girls decided to weed out their wardrobes, and generously donated everything yesterday. And they were generous…. five garbage bags and one huge box of clothing, to include jackets, coats, shirts, dresses, and several pairs of brand new shoes, since according to Little One, Momma doesn’t have good taste.
Seriously, she said that. I too, am appalled.
So, hopefully as this week winds down, I’ll be able to post more. First, I have to rescue the front lawn, though. Oh, and replace the outdoor ceiling fans, and trim the front tree and plants. Also, have to get things moving for Eldest’s Sweet Sixteen party, and pick a day to finally sort the filing. Maybe.
Sigh….. 🙂
Sithy Things 
300th Comment!!
And the honor goes to….
MITCHELL!!
And thankfully, he didn’t put a link to a shopping site when he commented. Though he did mention Shang Tea, which, coincidentally, is where my friend Nicole got the wonderful white tea that Hubby prefers, and by “prefer” I mean “will kill for.”
I guess I’m going Yorling again….sigh…..
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