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Has everyone seen the new Wonder Woman costume? I kinda think it is amazing, except for the boots, I would like to see the iconic red and white ones. Of course all I have to do is go to my closet for that, as I own a pair. I am excited to see the new Wonder Woman show; however, I really wish the actress playing her had been Charisma Carpenter. I just think she has more of the look. Not that the one they chose is bad, I just have a fond spot in my heart for Charisma since she played my favorite character of all time, Cordelia Chase on Buffy and Angel. Maybe if Joss Whedon had been on board it would have happened, but David E Kelly is at the helm so it will have a totally different feel.
I have to say I am looking forward to the weekend, the time change is still kicking me in the behind. Also this weekend is the big fund raiser to benefit St. Baldricks, a foundation that raises fund to research cures for cancer that hit children. The Irishman is being shaved, I cannot wait, last year was a lot of fun and raised a lot of money for the foundation. Everyone please come out and support this wonderful cause. It will be at Trinity Hall in Dallas, we will be there about 12:30, so come on out!
Next weekend is Career Conference, still a little daunting for me, this is the first one without Sandi, I am glad it is not in the same place it usually is. This year it is in Frisco, usually it is in the convention center in Dallas. I don’t know that I could have handled that, I still don’t know what to do about Seminar; I guess I will cross that bridge when I come to it.
Ok kiddoes, have to go now as I am tired and need to wake up!

Dear Co-worker who came to work wearing the exact same outfit as yesterday. Your perfume is not covering your body odor, plus the perfume does not smell good. It is an epic fail on all fronts. I don’t know what is going on in your life that you were not able to shower or use underarm deodorant today, but if you could correct that soon I know I would really appreciate it.

Well another day another dollar. Do you remember that saying the lady doth protest too much? Well I have a theory; I believe the people who are overly enthusiastic about something are trying to convince themselves as well as the rest of the world that they are genuine in their enthusiasm. I know you are wondering what I am referring to, well I shall be cryptic, in case they read me. However I do not believe they do, as they seem to be very self involved.
There is someone on Facebook (of course) that is overly enthusiastic about something, uses all caps, tons of exclamation points. But it just rings false, it is too much. I have to tell you I am enthusiastic about the same thing she is, however, I do not feel the need to scream it at people, nor do I feel the need to claim I am the best at being enthusiastic about this particular thing. I have found, in my lifetime and experience, the people that behave like this one does is headed toward a fall. A huge one, I have one word for this person, humility, look it up, learn it and live it.
Ok, that part is done, I can’t write more without telling too much and without her knowing who she is. People already think I am a heathen, so I will stop.
I saw Tangled for the first time this weekend, I took the Irishman’s girls to the dollar theater and we saw it in 3D. I loved it! OMG Disney did it again, I know I am late to the party, but it was worth the wait. Such a great movie and the girls had already seen it and enjoyed introducing me to it.
Tonight I am going to see Paul with the Irishman, very excited as I love Simon Pegg; I will go see any movie he is in. This movie is going to be total greatness, I can feel it. Will give an in-depth review tomorrow.
TTFN!

Let’s all jump and shout, it’s Friday and it has been a long week. I am completely and utterly knackered, I need about a weeks worth of sleep. I will not be getting that but I need it! I am completely busy for the next 3 weekends, when did I get so busy? Shouldn’t I be lazing about in my robe and slippers? I should move into a retirement community. I know I am not retired and nowhere near the age of retirement however, I do believe I would do well in that community.
I went back to Bonham yesterday afternoon, this time no rooster drama; I just opened the door enough for them to get some fresh air. They had tons of food and water the other day, so no worries there. I did have a moment with the guineas, when I opened the door one of them screamed at me. SCREAMED. It opened its mouth wide and screamed, it sounded like a woman, I just stood there staring at it. I didn’t know what to do. So I chose the do nothing route. Seemed to work for me.
Mickey and Doggie were fine, Mickey I believe is mad, he is mad his mother left him, Doggie looked sad. I think she is depressed. I gave her lots of lovin, she is so sweet, I love that dog.
So much drama lately, I hate drama, with a passion, this is not my drama, it is others drama. I can’t even tell you what it is; just know I am disgusted by recent events.
Ok, so, I don’t watch Glee as a regular TV show, but I did catch it this last Tuesday, and I could not believe it, they sand that song, Jesus is My Friend by Sonseed. OMG you have to go check out the YouTube video, this song just simply rocks. I could not believe it was on Glee. They did original songs as well which is now playing on the radio, which reminded me of the episode. So there ya have it.
Well Elizabeth comes home today and I know her menagerie will be extremely happy to see her; I am a poor substitute for their mommy.

Yesterday I went to Bonham to take care of Elizabeth Anne’s animals; she is in California at the moment, so I said of course I will go check on things. Well, Doggie was good, very happy to see me, loved on him, fed him, made sure he had water. Moved on to Mickey, petted him, loved on him, cleaned the litter box, and gave him fresh food and water. Then I moved to the outdoor animals.
First the guineas and chickens in the shed, they all had water and food and looked fine, no issues there. Then, I went to the garage to check on the roosters, major mistake, one rooster is in a cage, he is the one that is a fighter, then there is the other one, he was waiting at the door. We did a dance he wanted to escape I was blocking him, dance to the right, to the left, I think I have him outsmarted, then he ducks out!!!
He went around me so fast, he was out like a shot, of course I wore the wrong shoes, I am chasing this crazy bird all over the farm! Yelling at him, telling him he is headed for the soup pot if he does not get back where he belongs. After 30 minutes of this activity, I go in the house and put on Elizabeth’s rubber boots. I go back out, chase some more, I find a broom, tried herding him back in. No go.
I finally give up and call Elizabeth, I tell her I cannot get the rooster back in, I tell her I am chasing it, she starts laughing; this is not a laughing matter I tell her. Which of course makes her laugh harder, she then tells me to stretch my arms out and sneak up on the bird. I try this, the mules in the pasture are staring at me, I can feel their disdain. I tell Elizabeth I will call her back. I try sneaking up on the rooster, I am yelling at Doggie to help me, he is no help, he is lying down with his head on his paws just watching the events unfold. After 30 minutes of walking around with my arms outstretched trying to sneak up on the rooster I call Elizabeth back. This is not working I tell her. She then tells me to call the rooster, I’m like what, she says to call the rooster. Yell rooster in a nice tone, like I would call a dog, I begin doing this, which sends her into another round of laughter.
She then gives me the real fix, go in the house get some rice krispies and bread, show it to the rooster and have it follow me, and give some to the one in the cage so it will make happy noises, that works, I have finally won!

Does anyone out there remember Urban Cowboy? I remember the first time I saw the movie; I was dating a cowboy at the time. It was the best movie ever, so romantic, so simple in its story, every girl’s fantasy.
What was not to love? You had John Travolta, not singing but dancing and looking so hot in his cowboy clothes. He was literally fresh off the farm when he was spotted by Sissy, who was looking for love in all the wrong places. She just wanted a real cowboy and she found him in Bud. Their whirlwind courtship, their country wedding in Gilley’s, what girl at that point in history did not want to wear cowboy boots with their wedding dress? I believe my mothers soul died a little the day I told her I was going to do that (I did not by the way). Then the symbolic placing of the name plates in the back window of the truck. Bud and Sissy, you just knew they were going to be together forever.
The honeymoon! One can only wish that they could honeymoon near a prison so you can go to the prison rodeo! OMG perfection! Then spotting the one riding the bull, seriously, I don’t think they could have found an uglier man. There was nothing cute about that man. You just knew he was going to show up later and he did.
Cue the coming of the bull, Sissy just had to take lessons; she wants to be a cowgirl so bad. But the one she is taking lessons from is the newly released prison bull rider. Now mind you she took those lessons to surprise Bud, she wanted to please him so bad. But she was not a good wife, she didn’t cook, she didn’t clean, she did not take care of her man in a classic Texas way. According to Bud the only thing she was good at was the lovin’.
Bud was not pleased to see Sissy ride that bull, he was furious. But let’s be honest, what girl did not want to ride like Sissy? I know I did. When the state fair came around that year I admit, I went to the mechanical bull and said “slow it down Sissy style!” I was not very good at it. But it was fun!
We all wanted the Bud and Sissy love story, but things went horribly wrong, his pride got in the way. He had oodles of cowboy pride. What is that one asks, well, it is hard to define if you are not from a cowboy kind of culture, I am from Oklahoma, so close to Texas and we all understand the mentality. You don’t shame your cowboy in public and that display on the bull, well, Sissy was just flaunting it. It was as if she were cheating on him.
Then that classic fight in the parking lot of the Waffle House (I think it was a Waffle House could be wrong about the location) wow! But once again, girls wanted that kind of perceived passion. I have to say I for one never want to fight with a man like that. EVER! But still, very exciting to see Bud and Sissy go at it. However you knew it was not going to end well for them. And it did not. He told her not to come back to the trailer. Is there nothing worse knowing you are not welcome at a trailer?
But Bud, Bud, shame on you, you cheated first with Pam, she was not as cute as Sissy, and however she did have more class. And she didn’t care that Bud was married, she wanted a cowboy as well! Her motives were more suspect, you see she had daddy issues and she just wanted to stick it to her rich daddy. And Bud fit the bill perfectly.
Pam was sneaky, she sabotaged Sissy at every turn, Sissy came and cleaned the trailer and Pam took credit that was low. We all knew Bud and Sissy belonged together, why was Pam keeping them apart? But by now Sissy was deep in it with ugly parolee, man; you know she had to keep their little trailer dark. And what was it with all of those trailers? Where there no houses in Texas at that time? I don’t know all I know is in Oklahoma, not a lot of trailers. At least in Owasso, I think there was one trailer park, ironically enough, the Owasso Pam lived there.
I digress, eventually our star crossed lovers reunite, Bud rescues Sissy in an incredibly cowboy way, beating up the convict, who BTW had beaten Sissy, Bud beat the snot out of him, the audience cheers! Sissy got her man, name plates back where they belong in the back of the truck, cue country music. Everyone lives happily ever after. And the whole world wants to ride a mechanical bull like Sissy.

This is not a happy day, it is a sad day and I will not be saying why, it is not the right time to tell it. Later. Maybe.
With all of the catastrophic things happening in the world today, the big news I wake up to is who the bachelor chose. Really? How did we come to this as a society? Who actually watches this show? Well apparently everyone but me. From what I hear on the radio, there is a man who makes out with a bunch of women then proposes to one? Seriously? I despise these shows; I am not big on reality shows in general. I do not watch Survivor, Dancing with the Stars, American Idol or any of the others. The only “reality” shows I watch are the ones on E that are completely scripted, Holly’s World, Kendra, the old Girls Next Door. That is it. The rest of these, I believe they take work away from actors and writers. Give me a well written, well acted television show. Just say no to reality, I want fantasy, escapism.
Don’t we all want escapism? Life can be brutal, I know that I have had my share of a brutal life, things happen that are beyond our control, things that we need to escape from. I don’t want reality to escape to, away from reality. See it just doesn’t work, I want fantasy to escape to, a world that is better than mine, a world where I don’t have to worry about anything, think about anything, do anything but sit back and enjoy the snappy dialogue, special effects if that type of show, the acting, and yes even the costuming.
I have several standbys that I use when I am need of serious escapism, what are yours?

Yesterday was our monthly Ladies that Lunch, well, lunch; this month was at Mariposa in Neiman Marcus. I have to give huge kudos to the staff, amazing food, amazing service, they made our luncheon special, complete with our own menus.
When we started in January we had five for lunch, the next time was seven this time we had eleven in our group along with a visitor from Switzerland. Good conversation, good food, good company, all equals an amazing time. We are women who are all involved in Mary Kay, all ages, all walks of life. I am so happy to be involved with such an amazing group of women.
This weekend went by fast; we were able to actually pick up the Irishman’s children on Saturday instead of Sunday. First stop, Mars needs Moms, cute movie. Yesterday the Irishman got to spend time with just him and the kiddoes while I was lunching. Then I came home and fixed them Strawberry Shortcake, a huge hit I have to say. They will go back to their mom this evening.
I so did not want to get up at 3:00 this morning, my bed was so snuggly, and the wind was howling, perfect day to stay in. However, I did not; I hauled myself up and had my coffee, shower and cute outfit, now I am human.
I still have this lingering cough, it is more annoying than anything, the congestion is slightly still there, but I feel good. No more fever or achy bones, I hate that feeling, the achiness.
Alright people a very disjointed Monday has begun, I hope you all have a great beginning to your week!

I have been sicker than a dog. Sicker than a dog? I wonder where that expression came from. Interesting, well that is how sick I have been. I am still coughing but my fever is gone. This is good however I wish the cough would go away. I would pay someone to go get me breakfast this morning. I find myself hungry. I really want a breakfast burrito. I can’t even explain it.
I don’t even have any cash to get anything out of the vending machine; I am in a sad state this morning. Watching the news kind of makes my whining for food look pathetic and selfish. Those poor people in Japan, I cannot even imagine. Living here in North Texas gives us a sense of security, I believe. We don’t have Earthquakes or tsunami’s we do have tornadoes and heat waves, but really, nothing like this. It does make one wonder, is the end near? With all of the dying fish and birds and the natural disasters and the horrible happenings in the Middle East. Can the end be near? And are we ready for it? I have to admit I was looking forward to reaching the ripe old age of 110. That is my goal. But we all know, the best laid plans of mice and men.
I do believe I will be going for some hot passion tea at Starbucks on my lunch. I am very much looking forward to that, and something to eat. Perhaps some Greek yogurt if they have any left. I am really craving that, it has honey in it. Very soothing for the throat.
I got to drive 90 to work today, I love driving fast when no one else is on the road. There is nothing like it, the feeling of all of that power and speed. I would love to be a formula 1 driver, can you imagine? Going that fast and getting paid for it! Driving fast is in my blood, my dad was a fast driver, I am not sure about my grandfather, I don’t remember driving on any highways with him. My dad, however, was greatness; he used to tell me that speed limit signs were simply suggestions. You should gauge for yourself how fast you can go, and trust me when I tell you, he could go fast. The only bad thing about my dad’s driving was when my mom would say “Daddio, look at that.” She would point and he would start driving towards whatever it was! Veering this way and that, I would yell “DAD! Look at the road!” I seriously don’t know what those two did before I came along to be their backseat driver.
Well folks that’s all I got for now, how’d ya like that?

There is one thing I love doing more than anything else, I have done it all of my life, I do it in the car, in the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, living room, EVERYWHERE. However, I do not do it in front of people. It is singing, I love to sing, in a loud booming voice. God did not bless me with a singing voice, as a matter of fact I sound like a frog, in heat. I am not really sure what that sounds like, but I am sure it is very close to the sound that comes out of my mouth.
I used to sing to my children, until they got to the age where they begged me not to; I used to sing to Tessa until Alex walked in the living room Friday night and said you sound like crap, stop singing. In a not so nice tone. I have to admit, it hurt my feelings. Even though I know I do not possess that talent to be told so brutally that I am horrible is just, well, hurtful.
I have vowed to never ever sing in front of anyone ever again, and I mean to keep that vow. I seriously don’t understand how I have such a bad singing voice; I mean my speaking voice is nothing short of amazing. I have customers all the time telling me they love my voice, they say I have an accent, however, I don’t hear that. But for me to have such a great speaking voice and a horrible singing voice, well it is a cruel joke. Add that to the fact I love singing, I love music, and well it is just beyond cruel.
The Irishman and Alex are sick, they have the flu, I do not have the flu but my throat hurts, hopefully it is just drainage from allergies. I do have to say, and I hope it does not jinx me, I never get the flu. Perhaps I should call the dr and get a flu shot, just to be on the safe side.