This "getting old" business is for the birds!
I
noticed the other day my eyelashes weren't quite as lush and lavish as
they used to be. Really? What happened to those beautiful, dark,
unmascaraed lashes I used to have?
Alas! I saw a
commercial on tv advertising a product to create longer, thicker lashes
for women. I did not know thinning lashes was part of maturing. I've
never seen a magazine article on this, nor has my mother, or probably
any other mother, ever mentioned this to their daughters.
Couldn't we at least have thinning hair on our legs or
even in our armpits so we didn't have to shave so often? I think that's
a much better alternative.
Actually, after thinking
about aging, I've come to the conclusion it would be much nicer if we
all just stayed 49. Nobody would age beyond that. There would be less
hair thinning, fewer worn-out body parts, and not so many wrinkles. I
wouldn't need bifocals, and I wouldn't need mascara. Heck! I could even bat
my naturally luscious and thick eyelashes if I needed.
Scientists, you need to get on this.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Monday, August 27, 2012
Favorite Ice Cream Flavors
Vanilla, Chocolate, Strawberry? Ice cream flavors used to be so simple.
This week when I had to select ice cream for a birthday party, I could not believe the array of dazzling choices by the basic ice cream companies in the grocery store. Breyers, for instance, boasted 28 flavors in the original (I'm like a kid in a candy store viewing them), PLUS the sugar-free, fat-free, no carb ice creams.
But surprise! Breyers, like other ice cream companies, has added an upgraded, specialty line. Theirs is called Breyers Blast, and my mouth dropped open when I saw the additional flavors available. Drool probably pooled on the grocery floor.
We're not talking your usual upgrades like mint chocolate chip or cookies and cream. No!!! Flavors called Oreo Birthday Blast, S'mores, and Whoppers Malted Milk Balls flaunted their ice cream cartons at me, smiling in the freezer at my amazement, along with another 16 flavors. I'm overwhelmed by the choices -- 47 in all from only one of the companies.
Even excellent store brands, like Kroger's Private Selection brand, boast amazingly new and delectable flavors. Right now, I'm a devoted fan to Moose Tracks and New England Blueberry Cheesecake.
When did ice cream expand to become such a big business? How do marketing wizards choose such delicious names?
Even the high-priced, specialty ice cream companies, like Ben and Jerry's and Haagen-Daz, have unique offerings. I love some of Ben and Jerry's names -- Chocolate Therapy, Chunky Monkey, Cherry Garcia, Everything But The..., Late Night Snack, Coffee Coffee Buzz Buzz Buzz!, Phish Food, Lemonade Stand (a sorbet), and the newest ones, frozen yogurts, called "Greek." Incredible!
There's ice cream for everyone. How can anyone choose? I'm so dazzled that I don't know where to begin.
Any favorites?
This week when I had to select ice cream for a birthday party, I could not believe the array of dazzling choices by the basic ice cream companies in the grocery store. Breyers, for instance, boasted 28 flavors in the original (I'm like a kid in a candy store viewing them), PLUS the sugar-free, fat-free, no carb ice creams.
But surprise! Breyers, like other ice cream companies, has added an upgraded, specialty line. Theirs is called Breyers Blast, and my mouth dropped open when I saw the additional flavors available. Drool probably pooled on the grocery floor.
We're not talking your usual upgrades like mint chocolate chip or cookies and cream. No!!! Flavors called Oreo Birthday Blast, S'mores, and Whoppers Malted Milk Balls flaunted their ice cream cartons at me, smiling in the freezer at my amazement, along with another 16 flavors. I'm overwhelmed by the choices -- 47 in all from only one of the companies.
Even excellent store brands, like Kroger's Private Selection brand, boast amazingly new and delectable flavors. Right now, I'm a devoted fan to Moose Tracks and New England Blueberry Cheesecake.
When did ice cream expand to become such a big business? How do marketing wizards choose such delicious names?
Even the high-priced, specialty ice cream companies, like Ben and Jerry's and Haagen-Daz, have unique offerings. I love some of Ben and Jerry's names -- Chocolate Therapy, Chunky Monkey, Cherry Garcia, Everything But The..., Late Night Snack, Coffee Coffee Buzz Buzz Buzz!, Phish Food, Lemonade Stand (a sorbet), and the newest ones, frozen yogurts, called "Greek." Incredible!
There's ice cream for everyone. How can anyone choose? I'm so dazzled that I don't know where to begin.
Any favorites?
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Afternoon Delight
Yes, I've just indulged myself in a little "afternoon delight."
I've been lounging in my OSU chair on the back deck, reading a book, and amusing myself with Hippie Dude.
Oh, don't get me wrong -- I've never spoken to Hippie Dude. I only yield to a little Hippie Dude watching, now and then, which has been going on for close to a decade now. And that's exactly what happened today. Engrossed in my book, a raucous crow interrupted me. When I glanced up, there was Hippie Dude swaggering around his lawn.
Hippie Dude earned his nickname from me as he used to sport long hair and a bandana. He's quite entertaining, and sometimes, like today, it's difficult to miss Hippie Dude when he's outside.
Hippie Dude lives two long fields away from me in an apartment that looks like a house, amidst the regular apartments. He has his own garage, and the apartment people do not. He owns a white pickup truck, bigger than his last white pickup truck, as this one has an extended cab. He also owns two motorcycles which he must revere, as he always washes them in the front yard (for me to watch) as soon as he returns from a ride. He must love them. One is an unusual light yellow color.
Sometimes, it's hard not to miss Hippie Dude when I am outside doing yard work or on the deck. He tends to be a little rough around the edges, and his voice carries easily across the two fields. On one occasion, two Girl Scouts had the audacity to knock on Hippie Dude's door. He opened the door, and although I could not hear exactly what was said, I did hear him growl, "Get out of here!" and the two Girl Scouts left in a huff.
On another entertaining occasion, he evidently got into a domestic dispute with his current "honey" (they all appear to be blondes). They squared off with each other on the front lawn, looking like two boxers sparring, interspersed with the sounds of mumbled trash talk and incoherent yelling. The disagreement evidently climaxed when I heard Hippie Dude snarl loudly, "Go ahead -- hit me, Bitch!" She stomped off, jumped into her car, and was never seen again.
Two men in a van came to my yard sale a few years ago. They introduced themselves and told me they were maintenance men for one set of the apartments, but I should make sure not to confuse them by associating them with the trashy apartments. Through their conversation, I learned Hippie Dude's name is really Jeff, and he's a brick layer. No wonder he's so buff.
I can't say I object to the eye candy. I mean, after all, it's right in front of me. As a matter of fact, Hippie Dude goes beyond the normal eye candy. Not only is he bronzed like a God from hours probably working outside, but he usually sports shorts and either a wife beater or no shirt at all.
Hippie Dude is a man-child in his early 30's probably, and from what the maintenance men said, he's a neat freak. No one is allowed in his apartment unless they take their shoes off. He's a hard worker. I'm not interested in any more than gazing from afar, and amusing myself as I do with all people watching. If the eye candy comes home from work after the maintenance men have mowed his grass, however, and he re-mows on the same day to make diagonals in his lawn, how can I not look?
Besides, women of all ages deserve a little eye candy now and then.
I've been lounging in my OSU chair on the back deck, reading a book, and amusing myself with Hippie Dude.
Oh, don't get me wrong -- I've never spoken to Hippie Dude. I only yield to a little Hippie Dude watching, now and then, which has been going on for close to a decade now. And that's exactly what happened today. Engrossed in my book, a raucous crow interrupted me. When I glanced up, there was Hippie Dude swaggering around his lawn.
Hippie Dude earned his nickname from me as he used to sport long hair and a bandana. He's quite entertaining, and sometimes, like today, it's difficult to miss Hippie Dude when he's outside.
Hippie Dude lives two long fields away from me in an apartment that looks like a house, amidst the regular apartments. He has his own garage, and the apartment people do not. He owns a white pickup truck, bigger than his last white pickup truck, as this one has an extended cab. He also owns two motorcycles which he must revere, as he always washes them in the front yard (for me to watch) as soon as he returns from a ride. He must love them. One is an unusual light yellow color.
Sometimes, it's hard not to miss Hippie Dude when I am outside doing yard work or on the deck. He tends to be a little rough around the edges, and his voice carries easily across the two fields. On one occasion, two Girl Scouts had the audacity to knock on Hippie Dude's door. He opened the door, and although I could not hear exactly what was said, I did hear him growl, "Get out of here!" and the two Girl Scouts left in a huff.
On another entertaining occasion, he evidently got into a domestic dispute with his current "honey" (they all appear to be blondes). They squared off with each other on the front lawn, looking like two boxers sparring, interspersed with the sounds of mumbled trash talk and incoherent yelling. The disagreement evidently climaxed when I heard Hippie Dude snarl loudly, "Go ahead -- hit me, Bitch!" She stomped off, jumped into her car, and was never seen again.
Two men in a van came to my yard sale a few years ago. They introduced themselves and told me they were maintenance men for one set of the apartments, but I should make sure not to confuse them by associating them with the trashy apartments. Through their conversation, I learned Hippie Dude's name is really Jeff, and he's a brick layer. No wonder he's so buff.
I can't say I object to the eye candy. I mean, after all, it's right in front of me. As a matter of fact, Hippie Dude goes beyond the normal eye candy. Not only is he bronzed like a God from hours probably working outside, but he usually sports shorts and either a wife beater or no shirt at all.
Hippie Dude is a man-child in his early 30's probably, and from what the maintenance men said, he's a neat freak. No one is allowed in his apartment unless they take their shoes off. He's a hard worker. I'm not interested in any more than gazing from afar, and amusing myself as I do with all people watching. If the eye candy comes home from work after the maintenance men have mowed his grass, however, and he re-mows on the same day to make diagonals in his lawn, how can I not look?
Besides, women of all ages deserve a little eye candy now and then.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Mechanical Differences
Yes, as I've stated before, I'm mechanically challenged and know little about the internal workings of a car engine, but I've always found amusement and delight in "car words." I had forgotten about my earlier discovery of this jargon so unfamiliar to me until posting a Facebook comment today. Maybe I simply have a vivid imagination, but the automotive jargon can certainly be entertaining.
Did you realize there were so many "naughty" terms used in car words? Some of my favorites involve actual parts. I have no idea what these parts are or do, but they definitely heat up my engine, I mean imagination. I particularly like crankshaft, head gasket (especially when blown!), pistons, camshaft push rod, heater, drive belt, tail pipe, heat shield, fuel injector, turbo charger, shift lever, ball joint, and even smaller things like o ring and screw. Heck! Muzzle, tie bar, pinion, and slave cylinder even sound like something from 50 Shades of Grey. This list of car words is obviously not complete as you can include terms like rack and chassis or even lube and combustion stroke.
A number of women complain when their significant others only want to jabber about cars. I think there's another way to look at the situation, a more positive view. So, no, I don't mind when a guy babbles mechanical car words once in a while; I'm smiling inside at all the delicious, sexy words he's murmuring to me.
Did you realize there were so many "naughty" terms used in car words? Some of my favorites involve actual parts. I have no idea what these parts are or do, but they definitely heat up my engine, I mean imagination. I particularly like crankshaft, head gasket (especially when blown!), pistons, camshaft push rod, heater, drive belt, tail pipe, heat shield, fuel injector, turbo charger, shift lever, ball joint, and even smaller things like o ring and screw. Heck! Muzzle, tie bar, pinion, and slave cylinder even sound like something from 50 Shades of Grey. This list of car words is obviously not complete as you can include terms like rack and chassis or even lube and combustion stroke.
A number of women complain when their significant others only want to jabber about cars. I think there's another way to look at the situation, a more positive view. So, no, I don't mind when a guy babbles mechanical car words once in a while; I'm smiling inside at all the delicious, sexy words he's murmuring to me.
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