Misguided First Love

I was in the 5th grade when the British Invasion began. I bought my very first album at the Gem store, only to discover that I'd been ripped off. I bought the Beetle Bugs not realizing it wasn't actually the Beatles. What would you expect an 11 year old with not much money to do---of course I went the cheaper route. I think I paid $2.00 for that album only to be disappointed. I was finally able to get my first Beatles album---"Meet the Beatles" several months later. I absolutely fell in love with the Beatles. My most favorite song on that album was "Till there was you". Little did I know that it was actually a showtune from the Music Man. That very well could have been the start of my love of showtunes. I didn't see the Music Man until sometime in the late 60's or early 70's at the Muny. Does that mean I was actually in love with Robert Preston (star of Music Man)? Eeewwww!

I'm Bringing Sexy Back, a crappy manicure and limp hair...

The little girls get a kick out of my Justin Timberlake moves while singing, "I'm bringing sexy back...". With that song in mind, I decided that the time has come to purchase some new sleepwear. Well, I guess Margarita decided it for me. I found my favorite nightgown in the rag pile! It's not full of holes, or looks particularly worn, but I guess the stamping ink stains, embossing powder and permanently embedded glitter is what tipped the scales. I headed out to Green Hills Mall---I usually get by with only going to the mall about twice a year and here I've gone twice in the past 6 weeks. I went to Dillards lingerie department and asked the sales clerk where to find the fat lady stuff. Have you been lately? The stuff they sell is just plain ugly! I held up a moo moo and told the clerk that if I was reduced to wearing this stuff, you could just bury me now!!! It looked like it was made for old ladies---you know those ugly house dresses? I managed to find a few acceptable things, but hit the jackpot with slippers! I bought slippers like I used to buy shoes---5 pairs. I hate to think that I'm turning into an old lady, but buying a $100 worth of slippers comes dangerously close! I guess I won't be bringing sexy back after all.

My manicurist is out-of-town (which is why I went to the mall about 6 weeks ago too). I'll be darned if I didn't get the same guy again. He tries to talk to me and I don't have a clue as to what he's saying. I've decided that what he speaks isn't any type of language at all. I'm convinced that there is a school somewhere that is only open to nail technicians and fast food drive through workers. They have all mastered the low, mumble, slur all your words together language and must have graduated at the top of their class. After saying "excuse me" for about the 4th time, I started to break out in a cold sweat. That leads me to my limp hair. It takes 5 different hair products to get my hair to have any type of body at all. When I start to sweat, the gel stuff turns back to slime. So here I am, getting a lousy manicure, buying ugly clothes and my hair a slimy mess---now you know why I avoid the mall!

PS Back to the music---when Mitchell's around, I love to dance and sing, "don't you wish your girlfriend was HOT like me"? He just shakes his head. Once he said, "grammy, I feel sorry for the girls"! Gotta love that kid too!

Why I Scrapbook!

Well, it looks like we've been out-of-town too much lately. Apparently, the squirrels have decided that our house was vacant and available to move in! I guess I'll have to call the "Critter Ridder" again. He came out a few years ago to evict a family of oppossums that moved in under the house. My niece, Bridget was visiting during that time and we got some pretty good laughs out of it. I've already forgotten how many animals he removed besides the opossums---several raccoons, squirrels and one skunk. I don't recall how many opossums there were either, but thank God I'm a scrapbooker! I scrapbooked that and recall using the numbers as part of the page title---no more relying on my brain---it's documented! That's why I scrapbook!

Flying is for the Birds!

And perhaps, flying should be left to the birds! After my long ordeal on Wednesday to get to Kalamazoo, Butch encountered the same thing yesterday. As it turned out, Greg had to drive into Chicago to pick him up (took 6 hours round trip due to holiday traffic). His flight was cancelled and they told him they couldn't get him here until late tonight---hardly worth it as we're going home tomorrow. When Steph and the girls visited two weeks ago, the same thing happened. Sandy had to drive into Detroit to pick them up. As we were thinking what a pain it is to get to Kalamazoo, Steph astutely observed, "Greg and Sandy aren't going to want visitors if they have to keep driving hours to pick them up"!! I think we'll just drive the 8 hours in the future. At least we'll get here sooner than flying!!

"It doesn't take up much room"

Don't you think that's about the best reason to buy fine jewelry? This past weekend, Butch's Uncle Pat and Aunt Jean were visiting. Uncle Pat was telling us about all the "junk" they have collected over the years that they now want to get rid of. He told us that Aunt Jean continues to buy bric-a-brac and it is taking over their house. He then made a dangerous statement for a man. He said that he would rather she bought fine jewelry because, "it doesn't take up much room and retains value"!

I've been dreaming of some pretty substantial earrings lately and now I have the perfect reason for Butch to get them for me! On the other hand, my ears are triple their size today after wearing my "little" diamonds all day yesterday. Wouldn't that be a shame if I found that my hives are caused by fine jewelry? Bummer!

I traveled with Butch...

but he wasn't even with me! I left the house at 9:00 a.m. this morning and finally arrived in Kalamazoo at 9:30 p.m. Due to weather in Chicago, I was delayed in Nashville, missed my connect---you know the drill. When I was finally on the plane in Chicago to Kalamazoo, we were delayed on the tarmac while they "begged" people to give up their seats so five others could get on. The guy next to me was about to blow a gasket---he was so mad. Besides mumbling and complaining, he was snapping his newspaper. I decided to treat him with kindness and asked him if he was from Kalamazoo. He barked, "NO"! and didn't elaborate. I realized that I was sitting beside Butch! So, I reacted the way I usually do---ignored him! The pleasure of my delightful company was his loss!

I left 70 degrees in Nashville and arrived to 22 and snow in Kalamazoo. Mitchell said it best: "Goodbye warm days of March. Hello cold days of April". The kid's a genius!!

It's been too long...

since I last blogged. I can't believe it's been over a week. Time does fly. I'm heading off to Kalamazoo tomorrow morning to spend Easter with Sandy and family. I'm pretty excited to see the kids. Butch will be joining me on Friday. Sandy and I are going for pedicures and will be doing some shopping. I haven't been there since February, so I am really looking forward to it.

I spent some time sorting keepsake boxes this morning. I came across some really cute stuff that I will share when I get back from Sandy's.