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Thursday, March 10, 2011

A Yummy For Y'all

Y'all know I'm addicted to Etsy. It's not Etsy itself, but rather all of the wonderful and unique treasures it holds. Sometimes I even find something fabulously yummy outside of Etsy, too! I want to share this knowledge with y'all (How many more times do y'all think I can say "y'all" in this post?). I've decided to create a new weekly/semi-monthly post about fun things I'm currently coveting. As much as I love to plan, I've actually joined a Boot Camp (I know... I'm shocked, too... more on that later, gators) that's taking up oodles of my free time (it started on Monday – I can barely move my fingers to type this). I'm going to do my darndest to post these every Friday (because, seriously, TGIF). But, it might stretch out to Saturday. Maybe Sunday. Heck! Today is even Thursday! Think of it not as me just being inconsistent, but me just loving to SURPRISE y'all.

Now, on to the first YUMMY... drum roll please... ECLECTIC WHATNOT (click on the link!). I have a blogging “crush” on Ruthanne (and you’ll adore her “weekly crushes” posts). I love luv lllooovvveee her blog. It's filled with so much eye-candy you're gonna need a fillin' (that was a dental shout-out for my buddy, Nelly!). I’ve been following Ruthanne for a couple of months. Not only is she an ah-MAZING photographer and gourmet chef (she posts drool-inducing photos of the most DELISH looking foods and their recipes), but she's super crafty, to boot. My kind of gal.

Here's a tidbit about TLC: I like to "treat" myself occasionally. My poor Hubby. Recently, I treated myself to one of Ruthanne's Ruffled dSLR Camera Strap Covers. The Melanie Smooter Edition (named after Reese Witherspoon's - one of my most favorite actresses - character in Sweet Home Alabama). Isn't it pretty? My iPhone pics truly don’t capture the beauteous colors. It's grey (the new "gray") and white houndstooth with a hot pink-y fuchsia ruffle. In the words of one of my idols, Rachel Zoe, "I die."





Although I have virtually no clue how to work the fancy camera my Hubs gave me for Christmas (I can't even work my iPhone camera--see above--one of my New Year's Resolutions is to at least learn how to turn the durn thing on--LOL.), it's now magnificently accessorized! We all know accessories are like the icing on mini cupcakes.

I'm also givin’ googley eyes to Ruthanne's new “Imperfectly Pleated” Scarves. The sunny yellow one in particular (Hint… Hint, ELC). Ruthanne is on Etsy and has her own New Shop, too (click on the links!). Y'all go give Ruthanne a big HOWDY now! Wish her a HAPPY BLOGIVERSARY this week, too! She's celebrating three years.

Smooch, y'all. And stay tuned!

P.S. – Be sure and read this post with an extra Texas-twangy tone.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Philosophie Refrigerateur—Deuxieme Partie

If you don’t know French (I took two years in high school, 40 years ago, so I’m almost fluent), this is clearly the fancy way of saying:

Fridge Philosophy—Part Two

I was thinking you might pass this post up if it had a repetitive (tricky way of saying “boring”) name. I am still tres passionate about my motivational fridge magnets and art.

Here, then, are more of my favoris (you get this!):

Each day I make my To-Do List,
but the only thing I cross off is “Lose Mind.”
          --Leslie Moak Murray

Completely self-explanatory. And, unfortunately, so sadly true.

I dreamed
my whole house
was clean . . .
          --Anne Tainter, Inc.

image via moi (elc)

She’s blonde. Like moi (well, blonde, grey/gray—let’s don’t split hairs). And looks so peaceful. This is the thing that’s so frustrating for me in my daily life: my house is rarely ALL clean. Bits and pieces are often spotless. But bits and pieces are often quite—hmmm—NOT. Oh, well. I have more fun things to do with my time, vous ne pensez pas? (Don’t you think?) Like ponder my fridge magnets and drink Diet Dews.

These three ladies below are clearly discussing this concept:

“Can you imagine a world without men?
No crime and lots of happy fat women.”
          --Sylvia (Nicole Hollander)

image via moi (elc)

I love men (most especially My Sweet Hubby)—even if they are positively, absolutely, undeniably perplexing. We need them. But this makes me laugh. Sorry.

Many years ago a dear friend sent me this card (it had a much-appreciated and sweet thank you note on the inside):

We’re girlfriends
and we’re fabulous!
          --Karen Hillard Good and Dan De Paolo for Main Street Press

image via moi (elc)

Aren’t these little ladies the cutest things ever? And don’t you just adore the word “fabulous?” TLC says or types it at least 27 times a day. Has it become iconic because of the Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas sign? Saying it can certainly make you smile or change the way your attitude is headed. Let’s be FABULOUS!

And:

Kiss My Crown

I don’t really know who to attribute this to—maybe the same person who penned “Kiss my Grits?” Not sure. But Lauren, TLC’s precious friend who is like a “second daughter,” has called me “Queen B” for almost as long as we’ve known each other. I’m not sure how it started. Possibly because TLC pretends (is she pretending?) to be an American Princess. So me being Queen would naturally follow this line-of-hierarchy. Lauren has sent me the most adorable cards with “Queen” somewhere in or on them. I don’t know where she finds them all. She has also given me several cherished gifts that involve some kind of crown—including a BEAUTIFUL wine glass with a crown in rhinestones on it.  It’s way too pretty to actually use, so it has a place of honor in my home office—next to a big coffee mug she gave me that says: It’s good to be queen (Hausenware).  Yes. Yes, Princess Lauren, it is VERY GOOD. Merci beaucoup!

Probably the most inspirational (and challenging) magnet on my fridge says:

finish each day and be done
with it. you have done what you
could. some blunders and
absurdities have crept in;
forget them as soon as you can.
tomorrow is a new day. you shall
begin it serenely and with too
high a spirit to be encumbered
with your old nonsense.
          --emerson

AMEN.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

I Got You, Babe-y

Yesterday afternoon, ELC and I were two of the hostesses with the mostesses (LOL) for a fabulous (if we do say so ourselves!) baby shower. The mommy-to-be is a dear, sweet, precious woman. Her Mom and ELC have been forever friends since junior high. She and I met as toddlers. We all had such a wonderful celebration.

As you know by now, I LOVE planning parties. Baby showers are my favorite. I’m not generally a fan of games at showers (particularly the melted candy bar in the diaper game… ewww… ick... gross), but I have found one that’s major fun and really gets the conversation “flowing.”

ELC tells me I’m a walking “Wikipedia” of celebrity gossip/useless knowledge. In fact, she calls it TLC-pedia. She can always count on moi when she simply has to know the name of Amy Adams’ (from The Fighter—a most excellent movie) daughter (it’s Aviana—in case you were wondering). I’m fascinated with the famous. They can be so eccentric. Especially when naming their offspring.

In planning this shower (and the one I hosted last Fall), I combined my love of babies with my interest in celebrities for a game I like to call, “{Insert the mommy-to-be’s name here} CELEBRITY BABY NAME CHALLENGE.” The object is to match the baby name with his/her parent(s). Below I’ve listed a few of the “zaniest” names I could find (note:  these are actual names—bless these children’s hearts):

  1. Kal-El Coppola (Nicholas Cage’s son)
  2. Diva Thin Muffin (Frank Zappa’s daughter)
  3. Tu Simone (Rob Morrow’s daughter… her full name is Tu Morrow)
  4. Bluebell Madonna (Ginger Spice’s daughter)
  5. Speck Wildhorse (John Mellencamp’s son)
  6. Moxie Crimefighter (Penn Jillette’s daughter)
While Hubby and I don’t currently have any buns in the oven, I LOVE brainstorming possible names. I’m definitely a fan of being somewhat creative (I don’t want my little princess/prince to have a name that ten other munchkins in their pre-school class have)—yet I tend to never deviate too far from something a little more classic. And although the name “Diva” might actually suit my personality (Who? Me? A diva? Never.), and describe a future daughter’s personality (my poor Hubs), I cannot imagine naming her that. Can you? It makes me giggle—and feel a little sorry for Diva Thin Muffin—all at the same time. (Plus, every time I read “Thin Muffin,” I automatically think of Thin Mints—my most favorite Girl Scout cookie EVA).

So, what do y’all think? Any favorites?

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

I Love a Parade!

So, I’m sitting here sippin’ on a bottle of water, trying not to pop open my second Diet Dew, reading an article in the February 20th edition of Parade Magazine, by Dr. Howard Friedman and Dr. Leslie Martin, both Ph.D.s. I’ve read Parade in the Fort Worth Star Telegram for as long as I can remember—at least 44 years.   

I adore reading newspapers. I don’t even mind the icky ink that gets on your hands. Sometimes I have the luxury of reading Sunday’s paper on Sunday morning, with a cup of coffee (I do drink coffee about twice a week—which is evidently not enough to help ward off Alzheimer’s—so why can’t Dews do that?), in my jammies. But sometimes I have to read it later in the week, while hubby watches his weird shows.

Anyway, this article is entitled The Myths of Living Longer. It is fascinating!
1500 subjects were followed by researchers for eight decades to try to determine why some people live longer lives than others. What did they discover? That many of the things we have been told for a long time are not necessarily true.

The 6 myths are:

Myth #1:  Marriage guarantees a longer life. The studies show it’s not married couples that live longer—it’s married men. Duh. For women, there doesn’t seem to be much of an advantage to being single or married. Double duh. And, listen to this:  “ . . . women who divorced and never remarried did just fine—in fact, they usually lived long lives.” Hmmm. Really? Imagine that.

Myth #2:  Taking it easy adds years to your life. “Relaxation and an early retirement do not ensure long-lasting health. . . The most successful men lived five years longer than the least successful. Ambition, perseverance, impulse control, and high motivation contributed to a resilient work life, and that led to more years overall.” Hubby hoped to be retired five years ago (he’s ten years older than moi). We’ll be re-thinking his plan. I’m sure he’s good for another ten. J/K. I plan to work until I’m 80, if possible. (Unless, of course, I win the Texas Lottery. Then you will find me in Maui.) What worries me the most is that “impulse control” thing. Do you think that would include an addiction to a diet drink?

image via TLC
This is Cobbler, ELC's kitty, "takin' it easy." Bless his heart.  He's not concerned with ambition.

Myth #3:  You can worry yourself to death. “Actually, the opposite is true.” The best predictor of longevity is conscientiousness—being well organized—even “somewhat obsessive.” According to the authors, adults “who were thrifty, persistent, detail-oriented, and responsible lived the longest.” I am a worrier. I have been since I was five years old. Unfortunately, TLC is somewhat of a worrier, too. Not as bad as me, thank goodness. But she is also, like her Dad, persistent, detail-oriented and responsible. Yes, I would say to the obsessive level. Thrifty? Maybe not so much. (Thank you, Etsy and Hobby Lobby.) But three out of four ain’t bad, right? The researchers speculate that conscientiousness may protect one’s health—wearing seatbelts and following doctors’ orders, etc. And good news:  you can become conscientious. Awesome.

image via TLC (of TLC's tootsies)
Trust us, we didn't worry one little bit while we were on our "Girls Only" vacay in St. Thomas!

Myth #4:  More degrees mean more years. The study found that when children entered first grade at age 5, instead of 6 (which was common when us Baby Boomers were little—I had turned 5 at the end of March and entered first grade in September), they often did not live as long. They suspect this is true because “relating to classmates is so important, an early start may have launched some kids down erratic paths.” Erratic. Uh-oh. That can’t be good. I have believed, passionately, since I was in junior high, that kids should not be promoted up a grade or two. I’ve said it a thousand times before and I’ll say it again:  I despised being the youngest in my class. (I still have to show my driver’s license at my high school reunions. My classmates seem to forget that I am the baby. Which doesn’t say much for my nightly anti-aging regimen, does it?) I guess Doogie Houser would have disagreed with all of this. In terms of higher education, the researchers found that the “. . . level of schooling by itself was not a very important predictor of longevity.” Fascinating.

Myth #5:  Friendly, outgoing people thrive. The authors say Americans view extroversion as “desirable—we worry if our children are shy.” But their research shows that “sociable children did not, for the most part, live any longer than their more introverted classmates.” Why do they think this is true? You’ll love this:  Because shy peeps tend to have stable jobs, long marriages and are generally responsible. Highly social peeps, on the other hand, may be successful in business, but that “charm” can put them in situations where they go along with drinking and smoking. “A ‘people person’ may often join in the dangers of the moment—and that affects longevity.” (Sheen, Lohan—are y’all paying attention?) You will NOT believe this:  “Cheerfulness was comparable to high blood pressure and high cholesterol as a risk factor for early death.” Whoa, baby. They found it was usually some other characteristics, besides optimism, that caused a person to be happier and healthier. I don’t even know how to respond to this, except to say I intend to work a lot harder at being quieter and less charming.

image of "Lava Flow" via TLC
Tropical drinks with umbrellas don't count as a "danger of the moment," right?!

Myth #6:  Jocks outlive nerds. If you’re athletic when you’re young, then become lazy, as you age, you lose any longevity benefits. The key to a long life is exercise in middle age. And it can be simple things—like walking, dancing, tennis or gardening. Fabulous! Now TLC and I don’t have to regret our lack of “jockiness” in our junior high and high school years. Whew. What a relief. I was recently glad to have the opportunity to sell my Zumba tapes after I had used them only once. I discovered I can’t skip any more, much less dance—fast. Promising to exercise—for which TLC and I both excel—apparently isn’t enough. I vow to do better. On Monday. (And if it’s a Sunday when you’re reading this, I don’t mean tomorrow—I mean the next Monday.)

This article just proves to me what I’m learning more and more each day I’m on Earth:  Who knows what the heck the answers are to our cRaZy lives? Just keep trying to do your best. Practice The Golden Rule. Eat right and light and healthy. Drink lots o’ agua—not aspartame-laced carbonated soft drinks. Walk briskly—more than once a month. Persevere. Have faith—in God, yourself and your loved ones.

image via TLC
And remember to always LOL. Hugs help, too.

Gotta scoot to the fridge. For some water! (You’ll never know, will you?)