Couleur Experte
I love L'Oreal. It's what I mainly use for my "beauty" treatments.

Hubster and I had a weekend getaway in a Bed and Breakfast and played Tourist-in-our-own-town.
We are celebrating our respective birthdays and the fact that Hub is working full time as a sub-contractor for a leading company in our city. It's not what he trained for at University, but it is good, solid, well-paying work.

Our downtown BIZ (Business Improvement Zone) hosted an Open Doors event, where we got to see the inside of many of the more interesting buildings in our city. The B&B where we stayed was near our Little Italy, one of the ten most romantic sites in our country. We saw odd movies (Bubba Ho Tep!), truly weird art exhibits and ate in cute eateries. It was nice to get away and relax.

Having left our home in the hands of our three teens and trusting them enough to relax makes us the marvel of many. Our sons are so great!

It takes so little to put us off the track and back into fighting so I am listening to Dr. Phil's Relationship Rescue tapes. The library lost the workbook that comes with it, so I am trying to pick it up from the webpage. His recommendations take a lot of committment to impliment, a lot of honesty, objectivity and risk-taking. The tape seems to be directed at women. There is some humour, and a lot of encouragment.

There's no one quite like Dr. Phil!

We are having a student from Quebec join our household for a month in June. Like my cousin last year, he is looking to improve his English. He seems a nice young man.

This is birthday season in our household. I have just turned 45, Bro One turns 44, Hub turns 46, Son 2 turns 18 and Son 3 turns 14 -all in very short order. Cake everywhere you turn, and I am trying hard to stick to my commitment NOT to eat anything after 6:00 pm.

I am still quivvering the scales between 180 and 190, although I look and feel less flabby than before. It's coming off of places where I never thought I'd have fat, and d having it there, like my face, throat, ribs and forearms. Besides the after 6pm fasting, avoiding high glycemic index foods and Pilates, I am taking Cod Liver oil 20 minims, Evening Primrose oil 1000 mg and vitamin E from soy 1000 UI. I am taking slow release vitamin C 1000 mg, a high potency multivitamin and glucosamine sulfate 500 mg for my painful joints.

Since I began taking this regularly, which coincided with the return of better weather, I have new hope that my hands and knees won't be utter ruined.


I have booked another long weekend at the end of May.

BalanceTV.ca
Here is a link to Balance TV. I watch this show every Thursday with a 90+ year-old client.
The Hurried Woman Syndrome is featured.
Hmmm...
I am a hurried woman.
I am back to working two jobs.
I got paid a huge cheque for working a week that included a raise and killer overtime on Easter Sunday and Monday, and in half a day of paying bills and getting groceries, it is ALL gone.
I am not kidding.
Nothing left.
My husband has been offered a job on Friday, but wanted to wait for a promised call from another company today.
As of now, still no call.
Will he take the Friday offer, or keep looking?
Take the offer take the offer take the offer TAKE THE OFFER!!!
PLEEEEEEASE, PUH-LEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE Please please please please PLEASE!
And keep looking, dear, of course, dear, if you like.
I am turning 45 tomorrow and my employer has just offered me a pension plan!
Matching contributions!
Whoo- Hoo, make me feel like a real Geezer-ette. Only 20 more years to go to retirement, unless something else turns up.
My oldest son has moved back home, temporarily.
My sewing machine is out of the closet, the hussie, and is working again.
I am reading Threads magazine again.
I want to watch "The Saddest Music in the World" on my birthday.
It would be strangely apt.
It's a quirky movie about a sad-music contest sponsored by a beer heiress made by a local movie-making-man.
What was the working title?
"Crying in my Beer"?
I almost saw a glimpse of Robin Williams at the Forks on Sunday. He's in town making a movie. No offense to anyone, but my husbie who actually SAW and identified him said he looked much older than one might expect.
Must have been make-up.
If I had seen him, I might have offered to tell him my Dad's best Winnipeg joke.

How Winnipeg got it's Name

Even back in the old pioneer days, people around here have been raising funds for the arts and what-not.
When the first Europeans started coming through on their Red River carts and York boats, they were greeted by enterprising aboriginals who were raffling a great big pig they had gotten somehow, raising some money for their pow-wow.
"Win a Pig!", they called with a prairie-to-portage yell. "Win a pig!"
Well, the name just stuck, and it's been Win-a-peg, ever since.

I have had to hear this joke at least twenty times to date. I hope I get to hear it at least that many times more.
Mom and Dad just had their birthdays, and they are feeling their years.

Come to think of it, so am I.