It's a Pink Day

Ta DA it is a Pink kind of day. While I sat in my jammies this morning drinking my first cup of coffee there was a knock on the door. It was the mailman with a package. A surprise in the mail. I was excited. I looked at the label and it was from my friend Sharon. So much tape how do I open the box without ripping it to shreds? I found the little tab that said pull here. I slowly pulled the tab across the box and what should my wondering eyes appear? A wonderful pink flamingo pen. Thank you Sharon. At the Gilmer Get Away Judith gifted me with a beautiful pink scarf knitted with rabbit fur and pink gloves. My hands and neck will be nice and toasty in Michigan during the holidays. They go so well with my black jacket. Thank you Judith. Mel sent a long a pink flamingo dust pan and broom to sweep up my spilt beads. Thank you Mel. Last but not least Jackie gifted me with a strand of pink flamingo lights. I love them and they are going on palm tree in the living. Thank you Jackie. The skies are a wintery gray today but in my little corner of the world it is a very pink day.

Happy Birthday Dad

In Momory of my Dad.
Anthony Richard Virgo.
Dec 16th 1929- Feb 06 1999

Happy Birthday Dad. I miss you.

Love always and forever your daughter.

Let's Play the Blame Game

Let's play the blame game is going on in Washington D.C. this week.
Blanco, Nagin Testify At Hurricane Katrina Congressional Hearings.
To me the facts are simple. New Orleans survived Hurricane Katrina.
New Orleans did not survive the day after when the levees broke.
I look around and I don't see where much has changed. People are still homeless.
Fema is sitting on thousands of trailers that should in use. It broke my heart on the evening news tonight when they showed a woman who was waiting for a Fema trailer as she made a bed in the back seat of her car outside of her flood damaged home. It is not just New Orleans that is still stuck in a time warp of destruction, it is the entire Gulf Coast. Restaurants are still serving from hurricane menus. Groceries store still have empty spots on the shelves. Businesses are still closed. Traffic is a nightmare with people commuting back and forth to and from work. (thank you for being here to help in our rebuilding)
The last thing that bugs me about all of this...is the talk and planning of Mardi Gras 2006.
Heck ya let's have a party. "hey Mister toss me some beads". Show the world New Orleans still knows how to have a good time. NOT. Let's show the world we love our city. Bring them here when the city is better prepared. Oh I forgot while they are here they could take a tour of the devasted areas. The city is offering guided bus tours for $35.00 a person. $3.oo dollars goes to the rebuilding and rest goes to the city. What are they thinking?!!
The surprise for the day was the cable and internet bill that came in the mail. You are being billed for 3 months of service. Due on Christmas eve.
I am getting off my soap box for the night.
God help this city and those of us who are left here to live.

The Bug Man

Marcie, Kriss and I had just finished eating a wonderful Italian dinner at a local restaurant in Alexandria LA. The weather had turned chilly and we enjoyed the warm cozy atmosphere. We finished our diner and were sampling a wonderful white chocolate bread pudding for dessert. While waiting for our check there was a commotion at the table behind us in the corner. A young man slammed his hands on the table and said in very loud voice " Would sum one Paleaze come and get this cockroach off the floor so I can eat my dinner!!! The waiter came rushing to the table along with the owner of the restaurant. We could hear the conversation as the owner was appalled by this young man's behavior. We heard the owner tell the young man that if he had a problem he should have contacted the wait staff and not disrupted everyone's diner with his comments. The owner asked the young man to leave and go wait in the parking lot. Next thing we hear is the young man on the phone calling 911 and telling the dispatcher that the owner of the restaurant told him to met him in the parking lot and he threatened to kill him when he told him there was a cockroach on the floor. Prior to the young man making the scene I heard the girl sitting next him to say "Your not really going to do that are you"? The young man replied "why yes I am." As we all know when the southern weather takes a turn and gets cold the bugs look for a warm place to stay. The exterminator had been there the day before. This little guy had sneaked in through the cracks undetected. We decided to wait for the police to see if they wanted to hear our account of the tale as it unfolded. The young man was definitly out of line with his accusation towards the owner of the restaurant. The owner thanked us for sticking around as a witness. We would we go back there and eat again? You bet. The eggplant Parmesan was excellent. If it goes to court we will be called as witnesses. That young man really bugged us.

How you live your Life

How You Life Your Life

You tend to deprive yourself of things you crave, for your own good. You're laid back and chill, but sometimes you care too much about what others think. Your friends tend to be a as quirky as you are - which is saying a lot! You tend to dream big, but you worry that your dreams aren't attainable.

How Do You Live Your Life?

Retail Therapy

Just what is Retail Therapy?
The web definition is: Retail therapy is an unofficial term for purchases made by a person with the primary purpose being to improve the buyer's mood or disposition.

I never understood this concept for I am not a shopper. I do not like to grocery shop. Keep me away from the mall. School clothes...hand the kids the money and teach them to spend it well (what you buy will be what you wear to school this year) while you sit on the bench and watch. Well, ok I am bead shopper but that is a story for my other blog.

I am trying to figure out if the people living in New Orleans after hurricane Katrina are suffering from retail therapy or is it the fact if you don't buy it now someone else will? This questions weighs heavy on my mind after a trip to Wal-Mart this afternoon. I just wanted a printer cartridge!! I couldn't find a parking space. Where was my parking lot angel when I needed her? I ended up in the rear of the store by the Automotive department. As I slipped in the back door I thought this is going to be easy. NOT! As soon as I passed the tires I encountered the frantic shoppers. Those with shopping carts and those without shopping carts. Everyone looking for something and most times finding nothing. Yet, they were shopping. I made my way to back to electronics and found the aisle displaying the printer cartridges. I couldn't get near them. Stopping me were 3 shopping carts, an employee helping someone find a PDA and two other people looking for something. Through the crowded aisle I spotted the red and black box that held the item I so desired. Crazy thoughts ran through my head. Should I push my way through the crowd and grab the box before some else does? Should I shout EXCUSE ME I need to get something over there? Should I be like that crabby old man grumbling out loud about how ridiculous the situation is? No I waited and as I waited so did the red and black box. Was this trip to Wal-Mart necessary or part of retail therapy. It certianly did nothing for my disposition nor did it improve my mood.

Thank you Target for letting me do my christmas shopping online.

Ony The Eyes Know

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Those perfectly shaped eye brows have a price. I did not have a clue until last week. Who would have known the torture involved in shaping those lovely brows. My friend went first and I watch in amazement as Liza our hairdresser dipped a popcicle stick into a pot of hot wax. With a tooth pick she carefully apply the wax shaping it around the brow. This is truely an art on her part. She cut strips of special paper and placed it over the wax patting it down. With a twist of her wrist the paper was quickly removed. Next it was my turn. The hot wax was relaxing. This part wasn't too bad. I waited in anticipation of my newly shaped brows. RIPPPPPPP!!!!.... off comes the paper along with the hair that once was part of the eye brow. Did I mention the skin that came off too? The words that flew out of my mouth were not meant to be heard by children. For two days above my eye lids were swollen and red. This the price I paid to have those beautiful eye brows.