Nothing healthy about a tan . . .

the deal for the day . . .

i need to not click on the Coldwater Creek ads in Facebook.  it is always an invitation to trouble.  i have been looking for a necklace to wear with a couple of cream/beige/ecru tops i have hanging around the closet feeling naked.  when i navigated to the sale section of their site, this popped up:

Pearl medallion necklace

Was $89.95
Sale $36.99 +60% Off!
Less $10.00 coupon.
Final price.  .62 cents.

oh yeah, i did!  of course the cynic in me wants to know the original unit cost, but color my tops happy on their hangers.

sunday afternoon playtime . . .

Credits:  Stitches & Mask:  Anna Aspnes, Paper & Photo Glow: Katie Pertiet.

stuff . . .

I've been a little MIA recently, mostly because Kidlet was home for a few days and this blog is, after all,  the way we connect when she is not around.  But she left late Friday for the northern part of the state and I can now resume my chatter.

When she is home, I try to cook the things she misses which generally consists of steak, chicken-that-smells-good-when-it-is-cooking, crab legs and chicken and gravy over rice.  While we were scarfing down CTSGWISC with roasted taters and onions, she looked up and asked how I was doing with a meal without veggies.  I remarked back that a couple of meals won't kill me since that is all I ever eat, left to my own devices.  As soon as she got back to her apartment, she shot me a text suggesting asparagus wrapped in garlic bread . . . think vegetarian pigs in a blanket.  Gotta love that kid.

But tonight is cored tomatoes stuffed with sauteed mushrooms, zucchini, red pepper, onion, garlic, corn, breadcrumbs, parmesan and mozzarella.  It's one of my old favorites but I always make too much stuffing.  Enter Proud Italian Cook.  She makes a very similar mixture but makes it into patties and bakes them.  I see goodness in the freezer for next week!  Do you think she would mind if I just moved in with her? Slurp!

Kidlet kidnapped acquired my CRV when she left for school so many moons ago.  Thank God it is a Honda and can handle the wear and tear, but after eleven years, it looked rather beat up sitting forlornly in the driveway even for itself.  After years of being parked next to the sprinkler, its poor headlights were so clouded it was a wonder her lights lit up the road two feet in front of the car, the wax job was dubious and a spider had moved in, freaking Kidlet beyond mention.  Friday I made an appointment for it and had it detailed inside and out.  Can you say new car?!?!?  They did a fabulous job.  The headlight covers or whatever they are called look like they just came out of the box.  Color me tickled and Kidlet pleased as punch.  I'm still hoping to get it back one of these years . . .  hint, hint, hint.

on the net . . .

“Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. Christopher Robin to Pooh”.  A.A. Milne
 
"Bride of the Rat God by Barbara Hambly on Nook."   I wonder if she too was married to 'he who must be obeyed' . . . referring to my ex-husband . . . and no way reflecting on my Sloth.

And this from the Bloggess:

 

if you don't follow her, you should.  she is one of my heroes.  how she manages to be so witty, irreverent and wise while battling crippling depression, anxiety and other issues is beyond me.  amazing woman.

another favorite:  What Fresh Hell is This?   i like this shot:

who knew what a Lenticular cloud was?  The site is full of wonderful oddities.

but, back to clouds for a second.  this from my backyard yesterday:

nuff said.  

it's Tuesday.  La's for lunch.  and next week, yoga classes begin again.  welcome back sanity.

baby sloths are so sweet . . .

Credits:  Staples and Date:  Roben-Marie Smith, Everything else:  SAS-GO-Kit by Cilenia Curtis.

Still playing around with the shots from my mother-in-laws albums.  Look at the three year old 9TS!!!!

what would I do without photoshop . . .

I actually did this for a challenge on JessicaSprague.com, the premise being that you could only utilize the bottom third of the page.   Obviously, I am still on my watercolor jag.

This layout is harder to explain.  The inspiration came from here.  Les amazes me.  She is courage personified.  I am beyond ecstatic she is keeping the monster at bay.  Her posts started me thinking about how cancer touches all things, from every perspective and so . . .

Thanks, Les, for putting into words what I was feeling.