In Flux...Yucky Flux...

Things are hectic here in the country. Hectic and challenging.

First, My Sweet Hubby (MSH) and I installed Windows 10 on my desktop. I do not like change. I really didn't want to do it. We felt like we should do it while it was free. (Now I believe that was a ridiculous excuse.) We wondered if my security could be compromised if I stayed with the older version. Sheesh. What security? Do any of us really have computer security?

And exactly WHY do I let myself "THINK?" I am so truly, truly sorry we did this. I have no idea where to begin to learn about all of the changes from my XP program. I cannot stand the font and text size I now have. I cannot figure out how to fix it. That's just one of MANY issues I have with this new program. (I want to SCREAM...)

Second, we've been waiting for months for a painter to come paint the interior of our home. Five months. We've been patient. Kind. Understanding. Now MSH and I are flat out angry. After periodically and continually putting us off, he promised us he'd be here this past Monday. If he somehow didn't make it, he swore he'd be here Tuesday. (That set-up alone was enough to make me certain he had no intention of showing up...) We spent hours, days, heck weeks, doing our best to get our home ready for this ordeal/nightmare. He didn't show Monday. Tuesday morning, MSH called him. He was really sorry--he assured MSH he'd be at our home Wednesday. Tuesday night and Wednesday morning, MSH and I cussed and discussed a few of our fears: That it'll be the day before Thanksgiving and our home will be uninhabitable. That if he's started, he'll have indefinitely abandoned us. MSH called and cancelled him Wednesday morn. He seemed shocked. Why? Why did he think he could keep putting us off and, actually, lying to us? There was always work/customers more important than us. We have little to no patience for terrible customer service. As Mr. and Mrs. Geezer/Geezette, this is our Senior-Citizen-y attitude:

NEXT.

So, dear friends, I'm in a state of flux. I must put my home back together. I have to decide if we're going to attempt to find another painter. I must attempt to figure out how in the world to learn this dadgum Windows 10.

In short, I have to be smart. Wise. Patient. I don't like any of those words this afternoon. Here's what I want to do:

RUN AWAY. To Maui. And drink. Lots of drinks with little umbrellas. I want to read my book I'm in the middle of and can't find time to finish. I want to catch up on my TV shows. I want to see some (current) movies. At a movie theatre.

No. Instead, I have to go put my Utility Room back together. Lovely.

Hopefully, Y'all won't give up on us! As you know, TLC is in constant flux now, too.

BUT...it's Friday Eve. That's a good thing, right?

Have a Wonderful Weekend, wherever in the World you are...

smooch

Witch...

HAZEL!

(I felt this would be a very appropriate Halloween-themed "yummy.")

So, I follow Brooke White (of American Idol fame) on Instagram. She is LOVELY. She happens to have a doll of a daughter about two months older than Little Leighton. Brooke is funny and sweet and entertaining! A couple of weeks ago, she posted a picture of this exact Witch Hazel on her IG feed. She said she has tricky skin and her Mom had just discovered this at her local Sprouts. She had been using it for a bit and had fallen in love. I knew I had to give it a whirl, as my skin is a hot mess because of pregnancy hormones.

On Tuesday, LL and I ran into the Sprouts right down the road from our house. We needed a few necessities--Katz Donuts and a pumpkin. Priorities, right? I also picked up this Witch Hazel and promptly used it that night. I have used it every day and night (after I wash my face) since. I personally think it rocks! And, now, I have ELC hooked, too! She just purchased a bottle! It's not drying. It's soothing. I genuinely think it's already making a difference in my complexion.

Give it a try! I don't think you'll be disappointed.

BOO to YOU!

No Tricks...Just Treats...

After my (semi-downer and borderline snippish) post about the Texas Rangers’ game, I feel it’s time for something a teensy bit fun/yummy. Do y'all agree?

One of my most favourite candy bars, growing up, was a PAYDAY. Even though it had no chocolate in it. (And why the heck doesn’t it???)

I’m not sure how long I went without eating one—as I was pretty much on a diet for about forty years! (Yes. Of course, I should be on one now. I’ve just given up. I’m no longer mentally and emotionally prepared to starve myself.) Two years ago, however, I started buying My Sweet Hubby (MSH) and me the little “snack-size” PAYDAYS. Okay. So I eat four at a time and could just have a big one. Sigh.

Many, many, MANY moons ago, one of my Sweet Bridge Club Gals put, on her tables for her hostess night, some candy corn and peanuts. In the same bowl! She said: Take a couple of peanuts and eat them with one or two candy corns. Voila! Tastes very much like a PAYDAY!

Honestly, I’m much better about controlling how many calories I consume when I do it this way. Because it doesn’t take more than ten-ish candy corns and twenty-ish roasted peanuts to satisfy My-0n-Going-And-Quite-HOPELESS-Sweet-Tooth/Teeth.

(Guess what? Those Jelly Belly candy corns? GLUTEN-FREE. Yep. Little Leighton gets candy corn this year and LOVES it. A lot.)

Hope Y’all have a Wonderful Week—wherever in this World you are…

HUGS and TTFN...

Inexcusable...

For those of you in Canada, or who are Canadian, and who read our blog, you may want to stop right here. Otherwise, we may lose you forever. If we do, I wish you the very, very best life has to offer.

This afternoon/evening, My Sweet Hubby (MSH) and I watched The Texas Rangers play the Toronto Blue Jays. In Toronto. For the American League Division Series. In a 53-minute 7^th Inning, Toronto fans got hugely upset with a call the umpires made and started throwing beer bottles, beer cans, and other debris onto the field.

Classy. Truly classy, Toronto fans. We watched a crying woman (the mom?) holding a small baby—maybe a year old?—also crying. The announcer speculated the mom or child (or both) had been hit with something.

I’m not athletic. I’m not a huge sports’ fan. I do love The Texas Rangers (and not just because Autumn’s son—whom I’ve known and adored for almost 28 years—since he was 4—is in charge of the Box Office!) and The Dallas Mavericks. (I'm not crazy about The Dallas Cowboys. Enough said about that for now.) I enjoy watching some high school and college football games—mostly of Texas teams. I’d never pretend I have a clue about baseball, basketball or football. I’m also not personally competitive. I am a game-player. Cards. Dominoes. Board games. I participate for the overall fun and challenge. And the fellowship. My self-esteem has never been tied up in my ability to win a game. (Just ask my Bridge Club Gals! I've played with some of them for over 36 years and I've only gotten worse. Yet I treasure, more and more as time goes on, our once-a-month Bridge Club night.)

I do declare this without hesitation and without one doubt: If someone I knew—a family member or friend—threw anything at anyone during a sporting event—heck—during ANY event—they’d have my lectures to deal with for a long, long time. If they got arrested? They'd sit in jail. That behavior is inexcusable. It's inexcusable for any fan to do what the Toronto fans did. Inexcusable anywhere. Any game. Any time. Ever. Period.

Toronto won. Because of too many rowdy, rude, obnoxious and, in my humble opinion, basically criminal fans, I wish they hadn’t. I don’t like to see meanness rewarded.

And there you go. Hopefully the most negative post I’ve made/will make. (No promises, okay?)

Be kind, Friends. Please. Be patient. Be fair. Because all of those things matter.

Hugs…(and thank you...)