Friday, July 3, 2015

Fireworks Numero Uno!

Y’all didn’t think there’d be some “Fireworks/Yummies/Yeehaws” coming at you that didn’t involve a new mascara, did you? I mean, seriously. I believe it’s probably been six months or more since we’ve done a recommendation. That’s too long.

So, drumroll, please…get ready for the excitement…HERE IT IS:


Admission: I’ve only used it twice and I didn’t even buy TLC one—just in case I wasn’t excited about it. BUT…I love it! It’s hard to “plump” eyelashes that are over sixty years of age (just a teensy-tidbit over…wink…wink). However, this mascara seems to do the trick. Yippee! (I love the color of the case.)

Although I’ll continue to purchase the last two we’ve told y’all about (that is, until they quit making them—because, as we all know, they WILL eventually stop production of any product we absolutely love, right?—it’s apparently some kind of makeup industry rule)…this new mascara is going to be a fun addition to my boring/almost daily makeup process.

Gotta scoot…it’s time to flutter my eyelashes at My Sweet Hubby to coax him to do some garden work with me…

Happy July 4th Eve, All You Precious Americans

Happy Friday, Sweet Friends Everywhere in this World!

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Freedom...

...I'm glad we have it in America.


Some days I can't watch the news. Too often I have to force myself not to let my fears for the future take over my thoughts.


But on the 4th of July, we'll celebrate and be happy and grateful. Hopeful. Faithful. American!


During this month, TLC and I intend to post about things that make us want to send up fireworks--because we love them or need them or want them. A "July" version of Yummies and Yeehaws, so to speak.


Hope Y'all are having a great week--Wherever in the World You Are...smooch!

Saturday, June 27, 2015

TLC's Tour of Home: Part Four

Happy Saturday evening, y'all!

I wanted to share my fireplace tonight. Fireplaces invoke such cozy feelings! And it was one of the reasons I fell in love with our new (to us) home.


I have a thing for candlesticks. Without actual candles on them. I know. Kind of weird. It completely perplexes my husband. On top of the small mercury glass candlestick, I have a teeny tiny white porcelain bird from Magnolia Market in Waco. "She's" looking up to Heaven, and seeing her makes me smile! My lantern is from Pottery Barn that I purchased with a gift card a couple of years ago. The grey vase is a recent buy from Hobby Lobby. It was originally in my bathroom, but I just moved it here yesterday. I think I dig it!

My most cherished piece on the mantle is my sign from an Etsy shop called "Between You and Me Signs." It's from a verse in a favourite Christian hymn of my family's--10,000 Reasons (Bless The Lord). I think it serves as such a wonderful reminder to always be thankful--no matter how hard the day was--thank Jesus for each and every blessing!

I hope you are all having a wonderful and BLESSED weekend!

Monday, June 22, 2015

Wasps and Tigers and Bees...Oh My!

Hello, Monday! Hello, Y’all!

I am in shock that it’s already the first of a new week. Shocked—but grateful to be up and breathing and looking forward to all that life holds for me and My Sweet Hubby (MSH). And TLC. And Little Leighton (LL).

I haven’t had much sleep since Friday night. Long story. TLC actually told me NO ONE would want to hear why I haven’t slept for the past two nights. Suffice it to say there is an Advil PM in my future—probably tonight.

Talking about sleep—or lack of it—makes me think of dreams. And dreams always make me think of TLC. I’m sure I’ve mentioned this is the past: TLC has some cRaZy dreams. I mean they are fascinating. Mysterious. Confusing. FUNNY. Once she shares them with me (I kid you not—I look forward to hearing her say: "Listen to the dream I had last night!"), we can usually figure out most of the symbolism. Every now and again we’re stumped—have no clue what any of it meant.

Then there’s moi. In order to have the really cRaZy dreams we all have, we must be asleep. For someone who’s basically been an insomniac since l966, I remember very few of my dreams. I do dream. I know I do. I rarely remember details—or even what I was generally dreaming about.

When I’d been married to MSH a couple of years, I had a horribly frightening dream/nightmare I can remember to this day. I was inside our fairly new (new to us) home and MSH was outside with his boys and some other people. We had a pool. They seemed to be having a swimming party. MSH was standing at our back door looking in at me and hollering for me to bring some drinks out. As I turned to walk into our kitchen, wasps and bees starting coming out of our fireplace. Thousands of them! Wasps and bees scare the living daylight out of me. MSH had turned to go towards our pool and I couldn’t understand why he wasn’t hearing my cries for help. I woke myself (and MSH) up that night screaming and shaking. I recall being a teensy bit angry at MSH. To this day, about thirty-five years later, he says he’s very sorry he didn’t hear my pleas for his help—in my dream. He assures me if it’d been real, he would have saved me from the doom. I did have the symbolism of that dream clear in my mind. Better save it for another day.

I typed the details of a dream I had this past January in my Notes on my iPhone so I’d remember every little thing to tell TLC. For some reason, it’s still there. I’ve decided to share it with y’all…then delete it. It’s long past time to move past this one.

ELC’S ODD AND WACKY DREAM/NIGHTMARE:

TLC had a tiger. Yes. A tiger. A rather large one. She’d brought it with her from her home to ours. In her SUV. (LL was nowhere to be found in this dream, thank You, Lord…) I went out to meet her and told her I was going to town to see my doctor. I suggested she go with me. TLC said the tiger would have to go, too. I have a Toyota Avalon. Although it does have good head room in the back seat—I was skeptical the tiger would fit. He did. Sat straight up—looking out the windows—all the way to town. My doctor’s office had moved from the downtown area out to the west side. My doctor actually is in practice with her husband. MSH goes to see my doctor’s hubby. They’d moved to a new, big building near a shopping center that does exist. In fact, there’s a Bealls Department Store in that center and my doctor’s new office was near that store. (This is not true—there is no new office building for doctors, etc. This was a figment of my dream imagination.)

When we entered the new building, it was HUGE—like a maze. With tunnels. And it wasn’t just professional/doctors’ offices—there were little stores, gift shops and boutiques. We finally found my doctor’s office. They told me she wasn’t there—she should be back soon. Her husband took blood from the tiger! (What???) He told us he’d have the results in about an hour. I suggested we go to Bealls because I needed some pantyhose. (Pantyhose. Of all things. I might wear a pair twice a year.) We put the tiger back in my car and drove to Bealls because it was going to be too tricky to get there by walking. I tell TLC I don’t think the tiger should go into the store with us. She assures me the tiger will be fine. TLC and the tiger go look at clothes while I hunt for pantyhose.

As it gets close to the time we need to go back to the doctor’s office, I try to locate TLC. When I finally do, the tiger is gone. She said the tiger wanted to go outside—so she let him. I totally freak out. I (kind of) scream at her: “What is the matter with you? You can’t just let a tiger roam around a shopping center. Off its leash!” I’m getting madder and madder at her and grilling her as to why she has this tiger in the first place. She then tells me she’s brought the tiger to me and MSH. That she needs us to give him a home. (We took her cat, Mortimer, as y’all know. We informed her that day we wouldn’t be adopting any more of her pets.) I say NO. NO. NO. NO. NO WAY. NO TIGER.

Now I’m in my car, driving around the parking lot, while TLC is running around screaming: “Here Tiger! Come here, Tiger!” I can’t even contain my anger at her and the whole situation. Then, low and behold, she finds the tiger. He’s lying up against the building that houses CiCi’s Pizza—and the building is up on a hill. (There is a CiCi’s at our shopping center—but it’s not on a hill.)

TLC tells me she’ll get the tiger and meet me back at the doctors’ office. She walks. I drive. Now I’m on another hill (we don’t have hills in our town…), looking for a parking spot. I get out of my car—feeling like I’ve parked in a wrong place and worried my car is going to be towed. I can see TLC walking the tiger into the building. When I get inside, it’s all changed. It’s much bigger and more confusing. I can’t find my doctor’s office now.  I can't find TLC and the Tiger. There are three older ladies (Yes. I’m old-ish. They were in their 80s and I remember I thought: Good for them! Working!) sitting at an “Information” booth. I have to interrupt them—because they clearly know I’m standing there but won’t acknowledge me. They're talking about what they intend to have for dinner that night. I can see they’re annoyed. I tell them I can’t find my doctor’s office. One of them looks over at me, in a snooty/snotty way, and says: “Go back down there to the Blue area.” I do—yet still can’t find where I need to be. For some odd reason, I know it's a Friday. I now see a clock that says it’s 3:00. I worry about the terrible traffic TLC is going to encounter when she heads for home.

It's all been too much for this lady. I wake up. I remember wondering, like we all do, if that was real or a dream. When I realized, thank God, it was a dream, I got my phone to record it. I knew TLC and I would want to try to figure out the meaning.

We thought we did decipher a lot of it. I won't bore you with those revelations. Since January? I’ve had a couple of goofy dreams—not this detailed or disturbing. I will, however, share this: If I (or TLC or MSH) need an answer to a problem one of us is having, I can tell myself to get that answer in my dreams. I couldn’t even guess how many times that has actually worked. The problem has to be specific. I’m not saying I’m as good as the Long Island Medium, okay? Or that I'm even a teensy bit psychic. Because I am not. I do think all of us get solutions to difficult situations we’ve encountered in our lives through our dreams. A lot of times we simply aren’t paying attention to what our inner self wants us to learn or understand.

I truly hope your dreams tonight are full of happiness and joy and that you have a Wonderful Week, wherever in the World you are!

ta-ta for now...Sillies...