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Monday, December 31, 2012

Paying It Forward

I lead a very blessed life.  Don't worry, I'm not going to get all preachy on you, but you need to know that I'm one lucky S.O.B. 

Things always work out for me. 

A -- L -- W -- A -- Y -- S.

Opportunities present themselves, the right people come into my life, and even when I have to face adversity, it is never EVER as bad as it could be.

I don't know why this is, but I'm so very grateful.

Recently, my family faced some rather large challenges.  While I never lost faith that things would turn out all right in the end, they did weigh on me. 

But soon, our challenges began to unravel themselves like they always do.  I spoke with wonderful, caring people who (without my asking them) bent the rules just enough to get us where we needed to be.

In the midst of all this, I received a gift from someone I barely know – and someone who had no idea what I was going through. 

It was just a simple bottle of hand lotion, but the surprise of receiving it at just the right time brought me to tears.

As I marveled over the kindness of strangers, I decided to pay it forward, in a big way. 

And so for 2013 I will perform one random act of kindness each week – and I will document my progress here, and invite you to join me and share your stories, too.  I've got some great things planned, and can't wait for the calendar to tick over so I can get started!


Monday, December 24, 2012

Mock Me Monday

Just a quickie this week - Christmas is on our doorstep and I'm recovering from carpal tunnel surgery last week.  


Yeah, sorry about that.  

The Mockable Moment is from the first night after my surgery.  It took about 60 hours for the numbing medicine to wear off, and it was the weirdest thing!  To memorialize the event, I shot a video of me trying to pick up a pencil...

If I closed my eyes I couldn't tell if I had it in my hand or not - my fingers were completely dead.  And if that's not mockable enough, my instructions were to bend my fingers regularly. I dutifully did, every few minutes raising and lowering one finger at a time...only one got caught in my splint and I freaked that I couldn't move it until I looked to see why.


Monday, December 17, 2012

Did you know...

Life is hectic around these parts (thus the lack of a Mock Me Moment today), but I'll make it up to you by sharing my newest discovery. 

(sorry guys, this will probably bore you)

Did you know you can make your own nail polish?

Yup.  I didn't believe it until I tried it.

We got our supplies at the dollar store - three bottles of clear nail polish and one packet of five eye shadows.  Here's what you do:

1. Empty a little nail polish out - maybe 1/8th of an inch?  Just a smidge.  I poured it into a nearly empty bottle of (older) clear polish.
2. Scrape eye shadow out of container - break up any clumps
3. Make a paper funnel and insert it into top of nail polish bottle
4. Tap the funnel to get all the eye shadow inside the bottle
5. Put brush/lid back on and shake, shake, shake.
6. Did I say shake?  Yeah, do it again.

Ta Da!  You now have a beautiful new shade of nail polish.  Is that the coolest thing ever or what?

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Blows my mind...

Check this REFRIGERATOR out:

I can't understand how this is possible - soooooo weird.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Had to Share...

Fun in the Rocho Household (I'm the one with the earrings... )

Monday, December 10, 2012

Mock Me Monday - My Feet

You don't know this about me, and frankly you probably don't WANT to know, but I have really really dry, cracked feet.  I could blame it on genetics - my mom had the same thing - but really, it's probably because I run around barefoot most of the time and am too embarrassed to get a professional pedicure.

Recently I found a "miracle cure" online and after expanding my search and finding soooo many people who all swore that this goofy cureall WORKED, I decided to give it a try.

Here, for the sake of science is a picture of my foot before.  This by itself is mockable.  I'm cringing inwardly at posting this.  My naked feet have never been publicized before.  Ack.

So, the magic formula is equal parts water and Listerine (others swore you could use off-brand mouthwash, so I did) and shaving cream.

So you mix equal parts water and mouthwash (I did a cup each), soak a towel in the mixture.  Meanwhile, coat your feet with shaving cream and then wrap your foot up with the soaked towel and wait for 30 minutes.  At the end of 30 minutes, you use the towel to slough off the dead skin from your feet.

Here are a few action shots just to prove I really went through the motions...

Off camera, I not only rubbed my feet with the towel, I also used a pumice stone AND added a thick foot lotion afterward...and here's the final result:

Better, but NOT what I expected.  I get better results with olive oil and salt to moisturize and exfoliate.

So there you have it, I fell victim to a snake oil treatment and would advise the rest of you not to bother with this one.  It's messy and kinda stupid.

Monday, December 3, 2012

How I Gave Myself A Black Eye

Back in the day, I had trouble grasping the concept of irony, symbolism, and any of the other literary mechanisms teachers wanted us to identify.  I hated ruining a perfectly good story by having to analyze it within an inch of its life.  I wanted to read for fun, not dig for metaphors, themes, and all that other nonsense.  

But I digress.

My point is that while irony eluded me in the early days, I caught on eventually because irony has a way of hunting me down and making me take notice.
For example, I recently had the responsibility of ordering & hanging safety signs for the office.  Some pointed to the nearest exit, some showed the way to the storm shelter and some directed visitors to the nearest restroom (bathroom emergencies are every bit as important and weather emergencies!).  Easy, right?
It should have been.  Except where's the story in that?  I peeled the paper backing off the double stick tape on the Storm Shelter sign and stuck it to the wall. I threw the paper in the garbage right around the corner and missed the can so I bent over to pick it up but when I stood up I whacked my head on a cabinet hanging on the wall.  

What's so ironic about that?  I bonked my head on the first aid kit while hanging safety signs.  Hit it so hard I had a HUGE bump - and had a black eye the next day. Luckily it was gone by Monday, so I didn't have to admit to my embarrassing lack of coordination to anyone.

Monday, November 26, 2012

Mock Me Monday - Attention to Detail

I don't wear nail polish much.  I used to get my nails done - and I fell in love with the clean classic look of a french manicure.  Ever since then, I find most polishes look tacky in comparison.  (let me emphasize this only applies to my own nails.  My daughters paint their nails all sorts of colors as do many other people I know and I think their nails look lovely, but I prefer to keep mine rather subtle).


I recently found this nice orangey color and did all my nails.  After a couple days though, they started to chip so one morning I took the nail polish off...or so I thought.  I got to work and looked at my right hand and burst out laughing.  I had taken the polish off seven of my nails but left the last three.


I tried to chip the rest of it off while at work so I'd match, but of course that paint was on as solid as could be.  Don't think anyone noticed, but still...

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

OOOO, Gotta Share...

I might be lagging behind the curve.  I often am.  I just stumbled across a site that is chock full of awesome gift ideas - so I had to share.  (easy to remember, right?)

Lots of cool things in all price levels.  Enjoy!


Monday, November 19, 2012

Mock Me - Bathroom

I need an easy post today and so you're going to get a pictorial tour through the various incarnations of the bathroom in our old house.  Don't know if I ever posted this before...but if so it was so long ago there are bound to be a lot of people who never saw it.

This is the way it looked when we moved in:  All white with blue fixtures:

This was the first painting.  This was supposed to be a soft peach, but it came out more terra cotta.  Not happy.  Soooo, six months later we tried again...

This time we went pink.  Not sure if I did this without hubby's knowledge or if we just decided to take turns making over the bathroom.  Ahhhh, I miss that shower curtain.  One of my all-time favorites.

After pink we went with a jungle theme.  Gotta say I love this faux finish - and it was a total accident.  One wall (you can't see) had leopard print fabric on it.  Just use liquid starch like you would wall paper paste and voila fabric sticks to the wall!

We went for a sunny yellow after the jungle.  Pretty bright, isn't it?  Well you ain't seen nothing yet because one weekend, while I was away, my husband got into my stash of acrylic paints and did this....(scroll down)

Once we had a meter reader or cop or someone 'official' in the house and he asked if he could use the bathroom.  I TOTALLY forgot to warn him.  He came out with eyes as wide as saucers.  Poor guy.

See that bath mat on the floor?  I made that...took forever but it was soooo soft to step on after the shower!

the guilty party....

The upside to this bathroom (despite making me laugh every time I went in there) was that you never needed to bring a book or the newspaper!  Staring at the dots was distraction enough! 

Wednesday, November 14, 2012


Cody recently informed me that stop signs used to be YELLOW and were changed to the familiar red somewhere in the 1950's.

I don't usually fact check the boy because he's almost always right - it's just a waste of time.  We just assume he's right and move on.  Something about his statement piqued my interest, though, so I Googled it. 

Aaaaaaaaaaaand he was right.

Take a look:  The change was made in 1954 according to THIS website.

Who knew?

And just for fun, here's a peek at what stop signs look like around the world.

Thanks for STOPPING by...happy writing!

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

And the winner is....

The winner of the tarot card reading is....Tami Von Zalez from

Tami, shoot me an email:

MissVSpeaks (~at~) gmail (~dot~) com 

and I'll hook you up with your personal reader.  

The rest of you will be happy to hear I haven't exposed myself in the last 48 hours!

Monday, November 12, 2012

To Hell With Propriety

It all started because I packed my dresses away.  If you live in a climate like I do, switching out your wardrobe from Spring/Summer to Fall/Winter is an annual necessity.  We made our switch back in October.   

(There's always a but in my stories, isn't there?)
But, as I put my laundry away last week I found a lovely brown skirt that I thought I had packed away.  It was going to be in the fifties last Thursday, so I decided to wear the skirt with my knee high brown boots.
I didn't discover the problem with this plan until I went out to pick up lunch for a meeting we were hosting.  I work in a secure building which means there's a camera on the front door and you have to get buzzed in.  Anyone in the office can watch the camera via an intranet site, and so I hoped no one was watching as I left and discovered the brisk breeze trying to blow my skirt up.  

At the time, I laughed, thinking how I could write that into a story sometime.  But anyhow, I'm getting off track.
The lady at the restaurant handed me four plastic bags of food.  I snorted, and she asked if I needed help.  I joked that I always seem to wear skirts on windy days and I was concerned about having my hands full.  She laughed, clearly understanding my great dilemma. 
Sometimes I need to pay closer attention to that voice in my head.
One step out of the restaurant, and preoccupied with not flashing everyone in the place, I missed the curb.  I might have recovered my balance had I not been so concerned with trying to tame my skirt with the weight of the my hands were thrust unnaturally behind my body and ultimately I fell ... kinda skidded, actually, into one of those cement parking bumpers.  Squished two tubs of spaghetti and my skirt went flying over my head  anyway.  In full view of a restaurant overflowing with customers.
Thank God I was wearing underwear.  (Hear that, Mom?)
Next time (and you know there's always a next time with me), I'll be more concerned with keeping myself up than I am with keeping my skirt down.

In other news, I am going to reveal the winner of the tarot card reading tomorrow.  Twelve days late, but not forgotten!

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Dance Dance Dance

I know I owe y'all a winner for the Tarot card reading and I'll get the entries compiled and pull a winner this week, I promise. Been a little hectic around here, and I've fallen behind. If you haven't entered, now is a good time! Just click THIS and scroll to the bottom for the whole scoop.

In the meantime, I'm going to try to post the most adorable video of my son at the mall yesterday. It's not a true Mock Me post since I didn't do anything laughable, but since the whole point of Mock Me Mondays is to make you smile, this fits the bill perfectly.  

I believe he'd been watching Gangham videos, because he dressed himself up and asked for a ride to the mall where he danced in center court for about 5 minutes.  Then he roamed the mall breaking into dance periodically.  

Sorry about the odd angles - he did NOT want to be filmed, so I was trying to be sneaky.  Edited this down from a much longer piece, but this is about as long as I could post without making Blogger spit it back at me.

Friday, October 26, 2012

Carry On...

I've been working on the house all week.  I'll spare you the gory details and just get to the point.

I broke a bookshelf tonight.

We were already short of shelf space, so to lose the biggest book case is a huge deal.  Ugh.

So while I figure out how to fix the damn thing, you can enter to win....


In the spirit of Halloween, I have arranged to give away a 

$60 value

If you're interested, leave a comment.  I'll choose a winner at random on October 31st.

More details HERE (scroll to bottom). 

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

How to Avoid an Untimely Death

I've decided to quit being so dagummed nice all the time. Why?  It's a hazard to my health and safety.  Don't believe me?  Read on.
A recent news story online about a woman's mysterious disappearance contained a handful of quotes from friends and family affirming what a nice woman she was - how she had a heart of gold and always helped everybody.
It struck me that they ALWAYS say that about anyone who gets murdered, dies in a tragic accident, or succumbs to a fatal disease.  

Think about it.  Does anyone ever say, "He was a bastard.  We're better off without him." Nope.  That means only NICE people meet untimely demises and I'd rather not be one of them, so I'm going to be as cranky, difficult, and downright bitchy as possible.  My apologies in advance.  Errr, wait...I take that apology back.  (This might be more difficult than I thought)
Only one thing concerns me, though.  Whenever the police track down a serial killer or someone who has done heinous, unspeakable things what do the neighbors always say?  "He was a quiet sort.  Kept mostly to himself."
I'm a quiet sort.  I keep mostly to myself. 

So y'all better steer clear - might be my newly acquired bad attitude becomes a hazard to  your well-being.

On another semi-related note - there was a news story today about the death of a teenager.  Now I missed whether it was illness, accident, or violence that was to blame, but from the tone of the story I'm voting for the latter.  Tragic, to be sure...but they zoomed in on a makeshift memorial where people were leaving messages to the deceased and his family.

Almost every one of them signed off with YOLO (you only live once) which, under the circumstances, seemed highly inappropriate. Isn't YOLO intended to be an encouragement to go ahead and take a chance on something not something you say to a friend's grieving family?    

Your thoughts?

Monday, October 22, 2012

Mock Me Monday - The Car

I was wracking my brain tonight - trying to come up with a mockable moment to share...I know there are tons of stories left, I just don't remember a lot of them until something happens to bring it all rushing back.

I asked my kids to remind me of stupid things I've done - to embarrass them or whatever - and they (bless their hearts) came up empty.  Maybe they were being nice since I was running on 4 hours of sleep, I dunno.  I really thought they could deliver something I could use.

Anyhow, daughterling #1 was waiting for her date to come pick her up -- a first date -- and wondered if every car that went by was the fate would have it, the neighbors on either side of us got visitors right about that time so her hopes were raised and lowered repeatedly.  Poor thing. (He did show up and off they went s it had a happy ending)

It reminded me of a time when I was 16 and getting ready to go babysit for a new family.  I sat on the sofa watching out the window and waiting, waiting, waiting.

But nobody came.

I'm a if-you're-not-early-you're-late kind of girl, or at least I was before I had kids.  Anyway, I jumped  every time a car went by - and there was a stop sign a house away so the cars would naturally slow as they passed - playing evil tricks with my head.

And then I took another look at the truck parked outside.  I thought it was just a phone company truck - but what if I was wrong? What if the new family I was sitting for worked for the phone company and he was sitting out there fuming because I wasn't coming out?  He'd been there a good 15 minutes - about the time I was supposed to get picked up.


Convinced I was now the one who was late, I ran out of the house to the truck.  I think I may have even tried to open the door.  Meanwhile, the phone guy looked at me like I was an alien and I knew he wasn't my ride.  Oh God.  I ran back in the house and prayed for the Earth to swallow me up whole.  

He drove off a few minutes later (gee, I wonder why?) and the real ride showed up soon after.  On a completely unrelated note the father of this family looked exactly like Johnny - the old announcer from the original Price is Right...remember?

Leave a comment HERE if you wanna be entered for a free tarot card reading.  

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Halloween Giveaway


In the spirit of Halloween, I have arranged to give away a 

$60 value

If you're interested, leave a comment.  I'll choose a winner at random on October 31st.

More details HERE (scroll to bottom).

Friday, October 19, 2012


Not only am I writing again, but my creative juices are flowing all over the place.  My husband is taking the two older kids on a road trip next weekend, and I decided I'm going to redo the living room and dining room while they're gone.  I haven't done anything to the living room in years so I'm excited to get started.  

One of the things I'm looking for is new wall art.  A couple of my pieces can be re-used - like this collection of pics from my trip to New York...

Ahhh, the joys of black and white.  

I wanted to do a something with our name.  Originally I planned to frame individual letters of our last name and hang them kinda wonky on the wall, but when I went thrifting (never pay full price for frames) I found this large frame that I knew would work:

So I took it apart, flipped the picture over and lined it with black textured scrap booking paper

I'd picked up a pad of decorative paper and daughterling picked out the colors/patterns.  It was tough - there were so many cool ones to choose from.

I printed out giant letters on the computer and traced them on the back of the paper then cut them out and fastened them to the back ground.

I love love love how it turned out.  Can't wait to paint the walls so I can hang this puppy up.

Then, I wanted to make some decorative balls for a dish I've yet to acquire.  These are so easy and fun to do.  I got a pack of these mini styrofoam balls at the dollar store (for a buck...but you probably figured that out on your own).  I also got a butt load of brass thumbtacks for (you know) a dollar.  

I panted the balls first, just in case there was a gap between tacks.  Didn't want any tacky white showing through.

Then I just pushed in the thumbtacks.  Mine stuck really well, but depending on the styrofoam, the tacks might not fit snugly enough, in which case I'd coat the ball with tacky glue before pushing in the tacks.  Look at the finished product:

I've got 4 of these so far, but I'm going to do more (just ran out of supplies).  I'm going to experiment with getting different finishes on them for variety sake.  Will let you know how that goes.

What have y'all been up to?  Got any cool project ideas you'd like to share?

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

For the Birds

My husband turned on The Birds last night before he went to bed.  Impossible as it may sound, I had never seen it before, so I stayed up to finally put that Alfred Hitchcock classic notch on my movie-watching post.  

I was underwhelmed.

First -- how stalkerish is the initial premise?  Woman has a chance meeting with a man in a bird store, she doesn't know who he is, so she copies down his license plate and has her daddy look it up.  So then she sneaks out to his weekend house, interrogates the small town residents -- including the school teacher -- to get the name of this man's little sister.  This didn't raise any red-flags with the locals!  Okay, I get it was another time and all of that but even back then if some strange woman starts asking a lot of questions about where a particular man lives and then a bunch of questions about his one thinks that's weird?

That's just the start of the Too Stupid To Live moments.  Said little girl begs strange woman to come to her birthday party.  Ummmm...what 11 year old would ask a stranger to come to her party?  Seriously?  Then, at said party (and I apologize to any of you who haven't seen the movie, but if you haven't seen it by now I'm doing you a favor) the birds attack for the first time.  What do the children do?  They all run around the yard and the adults have to corral them into the house.  I'm sorry, but doesn't the average 11 year old know that the house is the safe place?  Wouldn't it be natural for a kid at that age to run for cover inside?

Ok, let's assume that the kids were complete nitwits.  That doesn't excuse the adults from being TSTL.

Woman goes to the school to pick up girl because her mother is nervous about the bird attacks.  The class is in the middle of something, so she waits outside!  Hello...if I've been attacked THREE TIMES by birds already, and a neighbor has been KILLED am I going to (a) drive across town in a convertible?  (b) care that the class is in the middle of a song?  or (c) wait for them to finish by waiting it out on the playground?  Hell no.

If you get past THAT, then tell me why on earth you are going to send a school full of children OUTSIDE when the birds have congregated on the playground equipment and are giving them the eye?  Shocker, as soon as the kids go outside, the birds go crazy.  Who would've seen that coming?

So woman takes shelter in the local restaurant.  While the birds are going berserk, these brilliant residents GO OUTSIDE AGAIN.  Okay, you morons, you deserve to have your eyes poked out.  Seriously.  Crazy woman is one of the boneheads who runs outside -- and she takes shelter in a phone booth.  The birds are dive bombing it, so what does she keep doing?  OPENING THE DOOR!  In true 60's form, a man comes to save her.

And all that brings us to the climax.  After enduring a harrowing attack on the home, genius blonde chick hears something upstairs.  Does she alert the others?  No, she investigates on her own because clearly all of her decisions up to this point have been stellar and she can handle this.

The birds have pecked their way through the room and have invaded the bedroom.  She's attacked (go figure) and barely makes it out alive -- thanks to Big Strong Man who rescues her yet again.

I normally like Alfred Hitchcock.  I like the supernatural twists - and he's brilliant at creating tension without being too graphic or obvious.  This one, though, should be left for the birds.


In the spirit of Halloween, I have arranged to give away a 

$60 value

If you're interested, leave a comment.  I'll choose a winner at random on October 31st.

More details HERE

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Giveaway Reminder...


In the spirit of Halloween, I have arranged to give away a 

$60 value

If you're interested, leave a comment.  I'll choose a winner at random on October 31st.

More details HERE (scroll to bottom).

Monday, October 15, 2012

Mock Me Monday - Going to the Dogs

I remembered this incident last week while talking to a friend.  I don't know if I've ever posted about it before - I'm too lazy to scan through a year's worth of Mock Me moments to see if it's been used.  If I have, then I've just saved you 5 minutes of reading!  

Years ago (sheesh, I've morphed into that generation where all the great stories begin with 'years ago''s the new Once Upon  A Time...but I digress)

Anyhow, not long after I started working in a law office as a receptionist/assistant  one of the attorneys asked if I'd be interested in house/dog sitting for him while he and his wife were away for the week.

Sure, no problem.  I like dogs and I'm a bit of a voyeur - I love seeing how other people live and he had a beeeeeooootiful home.

His dogs were two black standard poodles - and they were still pups so I had to get up what seemed like every hour to let them outside to do their business.  Half the time they were more interested in playing than going which was a wee bit frustrating at 3 a.m.

One night I came "home" from work to find the dogs had somehow made it into the house during the day and had trashed the place.  On closer inspection, though, they had only trashed MY stuff...including nearly a whole bag of pads which they'd torn to shreds and scattered all over the house and yard.  I spent hours scouring for the remnants - last thing I needed was for the boss to come home and find part of a pad in a shoe or under their bed. (I'm cringing now, 20 years later). 

I was mortified, but I think I got it all...if he ever found anything unusual he never mentioned it, Thank God.

A lot of you have dogs...what's the strangest thing they've ever destroyed?

It's been a long time since I gave anything away here - and I have arranged for an AWESOME prize...and you don't really have to do anything to win except what you are already doing.

In the spirit of Halloween, I have arranged to give away a 

$60 value

This is NOT from Madame Serena as seen on TV at 3 a.m.  


This is from my sister who is a PROFESSIONAL.  She's done this as long as I can remember and I can tell you that she's good.  You will think you know who/what she's talking about today, but when it happens it's obvious...and your first assumption is almost always wrong!

If you're interested, leave a comment.  I'll choose a winner at random on October 31st.

All she'll need from you (if you win!) is your name, gender, and a question you're seeking to have answered (not something that can be answered with a yes or no).  The reading can be delivered through me if you'd like to keep your email anonymous OR it can be sent directly to you if you'd like to keep it private.

Friday, October 12, 2012

Here are the answers for the you-name-it's-daughter:

The Sausage Maker's Daughter (REAL)
The Cheese Maker's Daughter  (FAKE)
The Wine Maker's Daughter (REAL)
The Drunkard's Daughter (REAL)
The Priest's Daughter (FAKE)
The Bonesetter's Daughter (REAL)
The Shepherd's Daughter (CLOSE)
The Lawyer's Daughter  (REAL)
The Politician's Daughter (REAL)
The Missionaries Daughter (REAL)
The Ambassador's Daughter (REAL)
The Mason's Daughter (CLOSE)
The Bastard's Daughter (FAKE)
The Jester's Daughter (FAKE)
The Blacksmith's Daughter (REAL)
The Carpenter's Daughter (REAL)
The Wet Nurse's Daughter (FAKE)
The Carriagemaker's Daughter (REAL)
The Lace Maker's Daughter (FAKE)
The King's Daughter (REAL)
The Duke's Daughter (REAL)
The Pirate's Daughter  (REAL)
The Snake Catcher's Daughter (REAL)
The Peasant's Daughter (FAKE)
The Scarecrow's Daughter (REAL)
The Memory Keeper's Daughter (REAL)
The Doctor's Daughter (REAL)
The Gynecologist's Daughter (FAKE)

The Daughter

I've noticed a bunch of books lately with Daughter in the title.  I read the Demon Hunter's Daughter, but there are dozens more.  It seems to follow this pattern: The (insert archaic occupation)'s Daughter. 

So I created a bunch of titles following that pattern and cross-checked them on Amazon.  In order to qualify as "real", it had to have an exact match on the first page of results.   Can you guess which ones below are real books?

Hint: There were 18 Amazon Hits...and I'll post the answers later today.

The Sausage Maker's Daughter 
The Cheese Maker's Daughter  
The Wine Maker's Daughter 
The Drunkard's Daughter 
The Priest's Daughter 
The Bonesetter's Daughter 
The Shepherd's Daughter 
The Lawyer's Daughter  
The Politician's Daughter 
The Missionaries Daughter 
The Ambassador's Daughter 
The Mason's Daughter 
The Bastard's Daughter 
The Jester's Daughter 
The Blacksmith's Daughter 
The Carpenter's Daughter 
The Wet Nurse's Daughter 
The Carriagemaker's Daughter 
The Lace Maker's Daughter 
The King's Daughter 
The Duke's Daughter 
The Pirate's Daughter  
The Snake Catcher's Daughter 
The Peasant's Daughter 
The Scarecrow's Daughter 
The Memory Keeper's Daughter 
The Doctor's Daughter 
The Gynecologist's Daughter 

So, what do you think?  Which ones are real?  Have you read any of them?

Thursday, October 11, 2012

I have my limits

I am an avid thrift-store junkie.  

There's nothing I love more than getting a bargain.  Second-hand stores get a bad rap -- and most of it is undeserved.  Sure you run into a lot of granny's basement "treasures" smelling faintly of kitty litter, but you also find a lot of NEW merchandise, tags still attached. 

I go thrifting almost every weekend. It's all about keeping an open mind and being patient.  Sometimes I find all kinds of cool things to add to the household decor or my wardrobe and sometimes I return empty handed.

One day recently, I ran smack-dab into a boundary I never knew existed. I discovered that I have limits, that there are some things that I absolutely positively cannot buy at a thrift store.  

And here is a prime example:

I don't wanna know where these came from or who wound up purchasing them.  I'm going to keep purchasing my feminine hygiene products at the grocery store, thank you very much.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Perfect Timing

I got the most lovely surprise when I got home from work yesterday - there was a box on my counter all the way from New Zealand!  The lovely and generous Nicole MacDonald from Damsel in a Dirty Dress sent me a care package.  I was blown away - SO much fun stuff it made my day!

I just have to share, so sit back and relax and prepare to be envious.

He sings - I just can't get the video uploaded

My son is dog crazy - he's gonna love this

SOOOO need these. Winter is coming!

A calendar of Nicole's area - soo cool!

YUM chocolate and pineapple!
coolest pen EVER

mmmm lip balm

Chocolate.  This won't last long

Earrings - so pretty!

Cool notebook / journal

Inside has cool pics every so often. LOVE LOVE LOVE

Another NZ Calendar - so pretty.  I'll use this at work

Fur nipple warmers - didn't know such a thing existed :)

I missed a lotion, but am too lazy to grab my camera after all of that.  Suffice it to say she blew me away and made my day.

Two more pics for you.  It's my birthday today and so I'm sharing the best birthday card EVER:

If you can't read it, it says: I wracked my brain to come up with a birthday gift that was very personal, that I knew you needed, that I was sure you'd wear, but that wasn't too expensive...
but then I thought, you probably buy your own tampons. 


Don't know about you, but it's gonna be a GREAT day!