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Get a free Gorgeously Green reusable shopping bag

I was reading Gorgeously Green, and hit upon a spot where the author tells us how to get for FREE a really neat eco-friendly shopping bag through her website. Here’s the link:

http://www.gorgeouslygreen.com/bag.php Hit the red button that says Redeem Free Bag
and type in ‘girl’ for the secret word. (lowercase, just like that, omitting the appostrophies.)
All they charge you is 3.96 shipping. These are $5 bags and I think they look pretty chic and stylish, don’t you? They take Paypal or pay through a Google shopping cart.
I wanted to get this out early before I post some interesting things I’m thinking about in this book. I wanted to let you all know about this today because you are probably doing some internet shopping and you might as well pick this up, too. Go GREEN!
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Just a funny little thought…


Okay, I just got to thinking about Hillary possibly winning the election since she won the crucial state of Pennsylvania tonight. So. If Hillary does indeed become the first woman president, what on earth do we call Bill? The “first husband?”

Well, I got it. How’s this…considering his ‘reputation’ and weakness for women, I thought the most appropriate name for him would be, “The First Ladies Man.” Don’t you agree? I wanted to get this out there before anyone else thought of it.

What do you all think? Got a better title than that? Top me!

Haha….First Ladies Man….lol…perfect!

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Paraphenalia


Look what arrived in the mail box today! Remember several posts ago when I was sick on the sofa, feeling sorry for myself with a terrible cold? I bought myself a pin off an etsty seller from the U.K., named Paraphenalia. I love this pin, and it finally arrived today. Happy belated birthday to me!

Just wanted to show it to you …this vintage lady has a large, fish hat. Isn’t she beautiful?
I feel bad about my neck, Nora Ephron

I feel bad about my neck…


This is the latest book I am reading by Nora Ephron. Funny, very funny. Oh, how I can relate! This book is a light hearted look at her life as an aging woman and all the things she’s learned along the way to where she is now. I recommend it if you are over 40 and need a good laugh.

I couldn’t resist mocking her book cover. It was fun to do and I now know that the turtleneck sweater may one day (soon!) be my best friend.

Blogher, body image, Jimmy Choo, Letter to my body, Monolo Blahnik, self-esteem

Dear Body, I’ve been meaning to tell you…

I visited a women’s online community for bloggers called Blogher. There is a theme going on called “Letter to My Body.” I thought this might be terrific fodder for a blog post, so here is my letter to my body. Stop by Blogher and read other women’s letters and maybe you’ll be inspired to write your own. Isn’t it time you had a heart to heart with your physical self?
Dearest Body,
I’m so glad I finally have the chance to tell you how I really feel. You have been with me through thin and now, thick. Although thick is not my preferred size, I am grateful that even now, at this late stage, together we have maintained a healthy balance both physically and mentally.

Even though most women desire to be tiny, I am grateful to you for being larger in frame. Because of your plus size skeleton, we’ve been able to birth five babies like a pro. We did it so effortlessly, even Dr. Bromberger told me (after the speedy, bare-handed delivery of#4) I was made for having babies. Now,we know all women are physically designed for making babies, but, we were really made for the job. Lucky me. Thanks to you, I bounced back from each delivery quickly, feeling peppy and deliriously happy with my new baby. Believe me, at a time when you’re passing an 11 lb baby naturally is the time you thank your lucky stars you have hips like battleships.

I want to tell you how delighted I am that we’ve stayed healthy even unto now. We’ve had normal blood pressure, low cholesterol, and healthy breasts with each mamogram. We’ve been able to manage quite well without taking vitamins and you always give me warning when a virus invades-suddenly, I can’t get enough sleep. Somehow, this helps us overcome what could potentially turn into a nasty cold or flu. I thank you for providing strong teeth. These pearly whites have endured the test of time and were even able to tolerate chomping on sweets for the last 35 years. Only one poor tooth has lost the chance at perfection by being terribly aflicted with multiple cavitites. That tooth will be getting crowned in May. What a royal honor for such a hapless tooth.

Despite my contentment with almost all of my physical traits, here are a few things I wish were different. For one, you have huge feet. This doesn’t make it easy to buy sexy high heels, you know, because shoe designers don’t usually make their stilettos in a size 11EE. Hmm. I wonder why Jimmy Choo or Monolo Blahnik refuse to make their designs in larger sizes. Don’t they think women with monster feet can be sexy? That really is too bad. They just don’t get it. If you remember, our feet used to be a size 10, since 5th grade (!!) up until the babies came along, then the hormones designed to help spread our bones apart in preparation for birth, never seemed to float the metatarsels back into place after delivery. Now our feet are larger and wider and seem like they’ll be this size forever. Something else that isn’t so wonderful is our chin-or should I say our lack of one. This is the one place on you that I would seriously consider changing with plastic surgery. How I hate the double chin factor. It’s awful. Things could be worse, but honestly, not much worse. And this metabolism…you have to work on this one. The weight just isn’t coming off fast enough, and I know you’d love it if there was less to lug around on a daily basis. So get working on it, okay? The last thing I would like to gripe about is our eyes. Oh, I love the color. They are a sea blue hue which I love, but, as you know, I haven’t been able to see 2 feet in front of me since the first grade. Why does it have to be this way? Our eyes are worse than ever now-and I can’t even see to read if I wear contacts. I need those funny reading glasses or it’s hopeless. I might as well learn to read braile.

After 43 years of being active, but never having a formal exercise program, you are aware I started going to the gym, to build up the muscles and to make the internal organs healthier. Losing weight is my secondary goal. What I want is for the blood pressure, and heart health to continue to be just as it has been-perfect. Sure, our shoulder joints crunch and pop and our right knee hurts when I work out. Sometimes it seems like you are working against the greater good by inflicting this pain on us. But I sweat and forge ahead in spite of it all. Are you trying to tell me something?

Thank you for maintaining strong bones, giving me regular periods, the ability to conceive at just the sight of sperm (when I was ready to conceive), and for the little invisible button on my back that seemingly grows this beautiful mane of blond hair that my husband says is by far my best feature. I hope, that down the road as we weather menopause together, you will somehow manage to maintain the quality and quantity of my hair. Even as the time ahead is bound to involve the exchange of blond strands for white or grey ones, I will embrace what ever color I end up with. I won’t dye it and try to hide the real me. I will be natural and carry myself with grace. More than anything you’ve kept us healthy and happy. I believe the positive attitude that emanates from a healthy mindset is what keeps us in sustained health, feeling energetic, and accepting of the changes ahead.

Despite the fact that this body is carrying around extra weight, I’ve been making a full fledged effort to not be disparaging about ourphysical imperfections. Sure, I sneak a cupcake in on occasion-but not often enough for you to go and have a heart attack over. All through my life, I was never one to take chances. I didn’t hang from the sides of cliffs, jump from planes, drink excessively or even smoke. I didn’t do the types of things that would put my life or my limbs at risk. I realized from a very early age, that you only get one life to live and I was not willing to take a chance at losing mine by doing stupid, risky things that could bring on an abrupt, early death. Not to mention the fact that most of my life I’ve been a klutz and generally speaking, klutzes can’t (or shouldn’t) take on the same kinds of physical challenges that more dexterious and graceful people do.

You have been a wonderful companion to me all my life. I wouldn’t trade you for a carbon copy of Cindy Crawford’s DNA. There is something just so special about the unique me. I have you to thank because, more than anything a great body is a healthy body and you’ve provided me with just that. How can I really complain? All I can say is, thank goodness turtlenecks are always in style. I think as time goes on, I’m going to need a closet full.

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Companionship-My newest simple pleasure!

Lily, a girl’s best friend

No, walking the dog does not make me a saint!

I know, I know…people have been doing it since forever-but I haven’t. I’m guilty of being a crappy dog owner. Sure, I love my dogs, and take good care of them, but, I never, ever have habitually or even occasionally walked the dog. Things have changed in the last month, primarily my attitude has changed. I’ve been glued to the TV, watching episodes of The Dog Whisperer. I love this show. To me, the things this guy is teaching makes so much sense. I’ve never known how to get a dog to do cool stuff, much less understand how to actually train a dog to do anything other than pee and poop outside, which, by the way, I’m very successful at. Caeser, the Dog Whisperer, has taught me so much about dogs. Through his shows, I’m actually learning dog psychology and implimenting his techniques on my beagle Lily. His methods seem to be working on her. What he says is 90% of training a dog is training it’s owner how to deal with dogs. We tend to treat canines as if they were human, and that just doesn’t work….we have to treat them like dogs, because, after all, that’s just what they are.

Walking Lily is turning into my newest simple pleasure. It’s so enjoyable to go out on a sunny day and walk with her. She’s a good dog-she doesn’t pull much and she’s well behaved. We walk through the neighborhood and I take in the sights of the houses and the landscaping and Lily takes in the smells. I feel good because I’m getting exercise in addition to my 3 days at Curves. I know walking is doing Lily a world of good, too. She’ll be able to keep her girlish doggie figure longer. It helps her energy level, too. She’s so fagged out when we get home-she barks less at passersby and seems more calm. I think this is because she expells all that energy through her walk that she would otherwise use to try to tear through the window, to get at my neighbor’s dog that’s walking by.

Lily and I are good friends. I feel we are somehow connecting when we take our 45 minute promenades. She probably sees me as someone who brings her joy, and that enables us to bond. I’ve been looking for someone to walk with, and who better than my dog? The fabulous thing about Lily is, I don’t have to listen to her gabbing incessantly, like a human walking buddy might and I get to choose the route. What could be better? If I carry my head high, and tip my nose up, I can inhale the scents of spring flowers emerging, or the smell of fresh, cut grass. It makes me feel alive, gets my blood flowing and causes endorphins to bounce around in my brain. I have to let go and approach life like Lily does-with vitality, simplicity and an eagerness to explore.
If you aren’t a dog walker, I recommend you get off your sofa and fetch that leash by the back door that’s been collecting dust-believe me, you won’t regret it. And if you refuse to get off the couch, at least tune into the Dog Whisperer on the National Geographic Channel while you’re sitting there. He’s on Friday nights. Then, you’ll want to take your pup for a stroll.
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Tagged by Kai

I got a triple tag from Kai and here’s what I need to answer:

1.) 6 life motto words

2.) 7 facts about me

3.) 7 questions about me

My life motto words

Do what makes your heart happy

7 facts about me

1. I am very selfish about my time-I like to be alone a lot and tend to make sure I am able to get the things I want to have done accomplished.

2. Weird one. I am phobic of fingerprints. In fact, I even hate when I notice someones actual fingerprints on their fingers. I won’t eat a piece of chocolate or other food if I can see a finger smudge or worse, a print on the surface of whatever it is I’m about to eat. Once, while at a restaurant, when the waitress was serving our meal, I caught glimpse of a thumbprint on the plate and it turned my stomach and I had a difficult time getting the food down. Window fingerprint smudges-{{{{SHUDDER}}}

3. Just last Saturday, I got 2 piercings somewhere on my body–I’ll never tell! (These are the only two I will get, and I have not one tattoo…and never will!)

4. I have times where I just need quiet. I can’t tolerate two sounds at once, for example, if the two TV’s are on different stations, and I can hear both, it drives me nuts.

5. Two of the things I don’t think I could live without are fresh bread and coffee.

6. I speak with funny accents to my kids when I’m goofing around with them. (They’re learning to speak back to me the same way.) My husband hates those accents.

7. I’m ready for a new job-This time I want one away from the house. Just so I can breathe.

QUESTIONS:

4 People I email regularly-Cindy, Laura, Kim, My 8th grade graduating class.
4 movies I’d watch again: Dirty Dancing, Robin Hood Prince of Theives, Meet the Fockers, The Breakup
Places I’ve Lived: Chicago, Tinley Park, IL
Places I’ve been: Tennessee, Wisconsin, Florida, Jamaica, New York City, California (from the top to the bottom) New Mexico, Colorado, Boston, Martha’s Vineyard, Maine, Washington DC, Minnesota, Canada, New Hampshire, Vermont, New Orleans, Pennsylavania, Houston, Utah, Arizona, and many more places
Places I’d rather be living: Clearwater, Florida or a little cottage by the sea somewhere off New England. Here at home? A big vintage home in LaGrange, IL.

People I’d like to tag: Tascha, Sheila, Tina

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Agony…well, not exactly

These are not my tootsies!

As I type this, I’m sitting here with my left foot soaking in hot salt water…Last Saturday, my two girlfriends took me out to celebrate my birthday by treating me to a pedicure and lunch. As all three of us sat there sitting on the plush, pedicure thrones, chatting and laughing, in one seconds time, my fun came to a screetching halt. The girl working on me got rough and overanxious using the razor callous remover and pushed down waaay too hard. She not only took off every centimeter of callous, but one or two layers of my fresh skin. I immediately felt that horrific jolt of pain and knew what she had done. It felt so gross-like I was getting skinned alive! DAMN, did it hurt, and still hurts today-5 days later. I sat there bleeding all over the towel, other customers watching and in a lot of pain. The owner and the culprit tended to my agonizing razor abrasion. To top it off and optimize my pain, the woman in charge poured something over my foot that looked and felt like iodine and almost caused me to scream out in pain. It felt like she put my foot on hot coals….omg-not good.

This is probably my 20th pedicure, and I’ve never had a bad experience-maybe a crappy job, but never have I gotten hurt in the process. It’s funny how you can have hundreds of positive experiences, but if you have just one bad one, it mars you for life. I’m thinking now, I don’t want another pedicure for a long time. In fact, just today while at Target, I bought my own razor callous remover and a pumice stone. I’m going to go very gentle on my feet.

I sit here tonight with a throbbing foot. It’s healing, but it hurts like crazy. I’ve been soaking it in hot sea salt water to keep it from getting infected, but it just won’t stop hurting. I’m so pissed at that nail place, and I probably won’t be going back there. They have a tendency to be a little rough, even with their manicures. The only thing that makes me feel at ease is I saw the girl put a new razor in, so I know it wasn’t used on someone before me, giving me thoughts of staph infections or worse. (Gosh, I’m a worrier as it is. I don’t need this!)

Why am I telling you this? I don’t know. All I can say is, pass on the razor when you get your next pedicure. Let them rub your callouses off with pumice stone. All of a sudden, I’m getting visions of Sweeney Todd. {{{SHUDDER}}}
Onward, (with a limp)
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Contentment




These photos were taken today by my 15 year old daughter, Carrie. She really does have a gift for photo composition, and an eye for just the right moment. These are two of my 4 cats. Chaz is black and Ollie is the long haired grey beauty.