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A Glamorous Evening

There was a time in my past when I was known as one of the “champagne sisters.”

Champagne is my drink of choice but I rarely imbibe now that I’m responsible and mature.  Sad how those glamorous tendencies leave us when we grow older, but I’m sure they’ll return when we become older still.

Another indulgence I’ve loved throughout my life is truffles.  Rich, velvety, smooth chocolate that melts in your mouth.

Pair champagne and truffles and you’ll have an experience you’ll never forget.

Husby knows about my not-so-secret love affair with champagne and truffles.  We’ve spent many luxurious evenings together where I paired the two and he witnessed the effect they had on me.

One night I was sitting in my comfy chair in the rumpus room with Husby.  He was watching something on the TV and I was sitting with my laptop doing something, I don’t know, writing a blog post or updating my Etsy shop or taking inventory…I don’t remember.  But I had a glass of cheap wine on the table beside me.  Might I emphasize “cheap” wine?  Oh, it wasn’t as bad as Ripple, but when someone like me wants to have a glass of wine, someone like me isn’t going to spend a fortune to have it.

So there we were, having a lovely evening together, doing our own things together.  Husby got up from his chair and left the room for a small instant and returned with something in his hand.

“Would you like some chocolate with your wine?”

What?!  Of course!  When he opened his hands I saw the chocolate that was worthy of my cheap wine.  Tootsie Rolls.

It’s the little things in life that make it all worthwhile.  A glass of wine with a few Tootsie Rolls?  Heaven.  Granted, it’s not champagne and truffles, but it’s the thought that counts.  Life is good.

Happy weekend! My wish for you is complete bliss, or cheap bliss. Either way you’ll be happy.

Bedtime Snack

There is nothing more cozy at the end of the day than the bedtime snack.  The perfect bedtime snack may be different for different people, and it’s possible that a person could be happy with any bedtime snack as long as it’s food, but the perfect bedtime snack for me has to fit certain qualifications.

1. It must be sweet. Salt before bed could cause annoying thirst after I’m in bed which might wake me from my slumber.
2. It must not make noise when I eat it. Bedtime is quiet time, the snack must be quiet too.
3. It’s best served with a good book.

Sweet dreams.

A slice of red velvet and a glass of milk.

 

I have one word for you.  Ikea.

A little late to the game I made my first trip to the most wonderful store in the world.  OK, maybe a lot late to the game.  Seriously, where have I been?

Charlotte invited Paenney (looking for inspiration to move out on his own), Fojo (moving off campus next year) and me (Ikea virgin) on a field trip to Ikea today.  Normally I don’t like shopping, but this trip was a real eye-opener.  Fojo even said to me, “I love this f$@king store.”  I couldn’t have agreed more.

I came home with a bunch of stuff and it only cost me $33, Fojo is well on his way to furnishing his very tiny off-campus apartment, and Paenney has lots of ideas and is eager move out of his parents house ASAP.  Charlotte, well she’s just glad she could make everyone happy today.

All field trips should be this much fun and productive!  Ikea rocks…as if you didn’t know.

PS – To remind you, Paenney and Fojo are my nephews.  I am so sure Fojo dropped the F-bomb on me.  To be fair, Fojo and Paenney subsequently heard the F-bomb dropped by both me and their mother (Charlotte) at least once during our outing.  There’s something about swearing that bonds the generations, don’t you think?

Quotes To Live By

Insanity: Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results…Albert Einstein

I’ve been toiling over my writing lately and haven’t been very successful with 1) my novel and 2) my blogging. Instead of forcing myself to do something that hasn’t been working for me lately I decided to do something else this evening.  I stayed away from the screens.

Once begun is half done…Mary Poppins

Instead of agonizing in front of the computer or zoning out in front of the TV I did something completely different.  I baked some cookies.  On a work night!

Husby and I sampled the cookies and they were pretty dang good.  Not only did I make the cookies, I cleaned up the kitchen until it sparkled, and it felt really good.

There is no motivator like success…Charlotte Trout, aka Glinda

Yep, getting out of the rut of well-intentioned but nonproductive activities is a good idea sometimes.  Do something completely different when things aren’t working for you.  Bake some cookies and eat them too ~ you’ll find the motivation you’ve been looking for.

It’s All In My Head

Oh just look at me.

Wait.  On the other hand, don’t look at me.

I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me.

Seems like it’s been ages since I’ve done anything productive ~ in public, that is.  I haven’t been writing on my blog, I haven’t been updating my Etsy shop, I haven’t been filling my calendar with summer craft shows.  What have I been doing, you may ask?

Being a loser!

OK, not really.  I’ve got other people’s situations taking up room in my head.  I’ve got a friend going through a difficult situation with her dad, I’ve got my own dad who’s recovering from a knee replacement, I’ve got another person who’s going through an emotional break-up, I’ve got still another person who’s dipping his toes into the complexities and responsibilities of adulthood.

Then there’s my own stuff in my head.  I’m thinking of ways to spruce up and promote my Etsy shop, I’m preparing to host lovely Mother’s Day brunch this coming weekend, I’m crunching numbers in preparation for an upcoming retirement, I’m tuttering over the novel I started a year and a half ago, I’m stocking retail shops with my products, and I’m getting all pumped (and nervous) about a journey to a foreign land.

It’s all in my head and I have to get it out somehow.

Hey there bloggy friends ~ what’s keeping you from blogging?  I’m pretty sure it’s all in your head.

A Happy Day

He’s my chef.
He’s my gardener.
He’s my tax man and financial advisor.
He’s my personal jester.
He’s my shoulder to cry on.
He’s my teacher.
He’s my student.
Best of all, he’s my husband.

Happy birthday, my little May Basket.

A most adorable couple are we.

The Master Procrastinator

She had a three-day weekend with big plans to get a lot of things accomplished.  One of those things was to go to the grocery store to pick up seven items, the exact number of items she needed to prepare a hot dish and some home baked cookies.  On Thursday evening she worked the short and uncomplicated trip to the grocery store into her schedule.

Friday, Day 1:  The plan for The Master and her husband’s day: A) talk to a tech savvy person to learn about smart TVs because cable is such a burden, B) buy some foam to re-seat a chair, C) visit Half-Price Books to sell and buy, D) have lunch at a place for which they had a 20% off coupon, E) stop at the grocery store for the seven items she needed.  By the time they were done eating their enormous (but delicious) hamburgers The Master was in no mood to go to the grocery store and instead went home and took a nap.  “I can go tomorrow after I visit my parents,” she said.

Saturday, Day 2:  With her shopping list of seven items in her back pocket The Master headed out to her parents’ house, after which she would stop at the grocery store.  She spent time catching up with her parents while simultaneously developing a massive headache.  (This wasn’t a cause-effect thing, just a coincidence.)  By the time all the chatting was done The Master couldn’t bear the thought of going to the grocery store with a screaming headache, so she went home and took some drugs to ease the pain, once again neglecting her seven grocery items.  “I can go tomorrow morning before the church-goers pile in to buy their Sunday morning doughnuts,” she said.

Sunday, Day 3:  The Master opened her eyes at 7:30 a.m. and thought about beating the Sunday morning rush at the grocery store.  She laid in bed and visualized herself fixing her hair, getting dressed, and heading to the store to buy her seven items.  Then she visualized herself staying at home all day relaxing, because she’d been taught from a very early age that Sunday is Fun Day.  There was no pressing need to go to the store so she thought, “I’ll stop at the store tomorrow on my way home from work.”  She subsequently spent her day doing exactly what she wanted to do and nothing more.

Such is the life of The Master Procrastinator.  She did eventually go to the store and bought her seven items, but forgot what recipes they were for.  “I’ll figure that out tomorrow,” she said.

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