A Beautiful Day

After I listen to NPR in the morning and hear what businesses went down over night and all the doom and gloom, I am going to turn this up real loud as I drive down the highway.  It always makes me feel happy.

MAC 182

LOVE! LOVE! LOVE! this brush.  It lives up to the hype.  I have very sensitive skin and this does not scratch or irritate my face at all.  Mine has not shed and buffs my powder foundation to a soft finish.  This brush is worth the money. Love it!

Manic Monday

This economy is just too crazy.  I wake up this morning and find out that my bank Wachovia is the latest to fall.  I had to drive around and search for gas today.  Just unreal.  My job has implemented furlough days and aren’t sure how many yet.  Some days it’s hard to feel optimistic with all the negativity in the world right now.  I’m trying really hard.  I stopped today after work and got me and my son an icecream cone.  I drove home enjoying my single scoop of rocky road ice cream.  I guess now more than ever it is important to enjoy the simple pleasures of life.  A delicious home cooked meal.  A walk in the park.  Activities that relieve stress and relax the mind.  I’m trying.

Missin you today Betty Grace

I’m Bringing Sexy Back

This was me just 4 yrs. ago.  I had a little kid ask if I was pregnant yesterday :O  (see previous post-I need to exercise butt).

THE AB CHALLENGE IS OFFICIALLY ON!!!!!

Pass the Hot Toddy

I feel like crap today.  My eyes are watery, my head hurts and my nose is running like heck.  I get this every other year and don’t know if it is a head cold or allergy/sinus symptoms.  I took a couple of Advil Cold and Sinus (the only thing I can take that doesn’t make me feel like I have been licking stamps).  I am laying here and thought about my grandpa’s old remedy.  The Hot Toddy.

Origin of the Hot Toddy

Part liquor, a squeeze of lemon and a drop of honey heated up.  So delicious, you couldn’t call it medicine but it would definitely knock you on your *** and make you feel 100% better the next day.  I call it old school Nyquil but much tastier.  My grandad is from deep deep Alabama and he had a home remedy for everything.  We sucked on orange halves with peppermints when we had colds.  He would slather your little body in Vick’s and cover you with a hot towel when you had “rattlin in your chest”.  You would not be caught dead around him without socks on your feet.  Grandad played doctor and sometimes tried to play the dentist. Though I was never down with grandaddy trying to snatch my loose baby teeth out with a tissue (he got me once or twice).

It has been a long time since I made a Hot Toddy but I think I just might tonight.  Liquor, check.  Lemon, check.  If I can only find that honey bear…it’s on!:)

It ain’t where ya from, it’s where you’re at

I remember years ago hearing someone say that California is the land of fruits and nuts.  And they weren’t talking about agriculture either.  They were meaning that people out west are a little… “off“.  I have also heard people say that Northerners are rude and pushy.  And I think we have all heard the stereotypes about Southern people being stupid and/or racist.  I myself am guilty.  I have often said that I find people in Georgia (in general) to be more close minded, judgmental and clannish.  I am from the west coast (yes, the land of the fruits and nuts:) and feel like people are more free in their ideas and more open minded out West than people from the South.  But I have heard from others who have moved here, that they find Georgians to be friendly and find it refreshing to be greeted with a good morning on the street.  The interesting part about Georgia, or Atlanta rather, is that most people who live here are from somewhere else. 

So does geography really make a difference in people’s behaviors and attitudes?  Are Californians really more laid back?  Are New Yorkers really rude as hell?  Are Southerners more mannerable?  Are Midwesterners really different from people in Florida?  Does what region people live in really shape who they are?   Or, are people just people wherever you go?

Hanna Hanna Go Away!

So it’s hurricane season and they are starting to line up out in the Atlantic. Katrina totally changed the game and those of us in the southern states and east coast watch a little more closely. I think before we used to like to see what clever little names they would be given more than anything. So earlier this week we braced for Gustav. He was no Katrina, Thank God. Ironically, I had a trip tenatively planned for N.O. and Gustav came along and put an end to that.

Now fresh off the heels of Gustav is Hanna.

Hurricane Hanna

This time it’s personal. She is threatening my beloved Savannah. No offense to N.O. but I love Savannah. I have never been to New Orleans but people compare the two cities and that is probably due mostly to the architecture. Also, they are both very old cities, sit near the water and are tourist towns. Oh yeah and you can drink on Bourbon Street (N.O.) and River St. (Savannah). I keep hearing that New Orleans is dirty and it smells (even before Katrina).   New Orleans has Mardi Gras, beads and boobs.  Savannah is a more conservative town that prides itself on it’s slow, leisurely pace. The city only really lets loose during the St. Patrick Day festivities. Then it is on! Green grits. They dye the fountain green. If they were cousins, N.O. would probably be the spunky one with painted lips and a foul mouth and Savannah is the more demure, pristine one who might let you feel her up after a few drinks. But only if you say please and don’t tell anyone the next day.

I lived in Savannah for a few years. I fell in love with her immediately. I loved the beauty of the buildings, the squares and even the Spanish moss that hangs from the trees. The city is so old and has so much history. I always felt like you could feel the spirits in the downtown area. I spent many lazy afternoons on Tybee island and tipsy nights on River Street (shout out to Wet Willie’s). A lot of people I know say that Savannah is too “slow”. But I loved the slower pace, lack of traffic and small town feel of the city. I love to get back and visit anytime I can. It is such a relaxing getaway. I miss it so. I am hoping that Hanna will not gain strength or that she will turn away from her projected path (which will put her eye over Savannah). Lord knows we need the rain she might bring but hopefully she’ll be a sweetie and keep it moving like ole Gustav.

Up next is Hurricane Ike and if he is anything like Tina’s old man, he is gonna be a mutha.