Time For A Change

Four great words that we hear a lot nowadays, but who really changes???? Change can be so many things and what should change is always a question that requires a bit of thought before one changes…

Now with spring just waiting out there somewhere for us and all the Easter decorations are now being sold in the stores it can mean only one thing… spring is on its way and now it is time to start with the spring cleaning or at least the idea is good…
I have been thinking about the topic of spring cleaning and changing things around maybe or throwing some of my unwanted treasures out that you can barely see because they are hidden under an inch of dust…

Now that is something we collect whether we like it or not… our friend “DUST” and it seems that everyone collects it too and it is not just something that a certain group of people have either…. Dust sort of gives us all something in common; even if you don’t want to admit it!

Because I bet you have dust at your house too, just like I do!

I find nobody ever takes the time to think about that inch of dust that has accumulated on their books or nick-knacks and if dust could talk I am sure it could tell us some really interesting tales too. As dust is always presented as something that you must hate and always try to tackle it with the latest cleaning gadget or duster or whatever… Dust has turned into one of the most hated things in our households….

I dislike dust too just like the next person but I will not let it get the best of me either…. So, that means making some changes, but what do I change and what do I throw-out??? All that stuff even if it is a dust collector has great memories attached to it, and it is so hard to part with those loving memories… I feel like if I throw those dust collectors out I am throwing a part of myself away and that I can’t do… But it is time for a change. Yes, the change will be that I will dust and so then I can see what is under the dust. And after I can see what was hidden under the layer of dust then I won’t want to change.

I notice on TV that every house they show has no dust in it and wonder how do they manage that??? Do they have a team of people on call to tackle the dust right away as soon as it is seen???? Or the neighborhoods shown on TV too that are all shiny – do they have a dust patrol just waiting for dust and then go after it before it gets a chance to settle on something??? What happened to having something in common with other people…. DUST

I bought one of those things the other day that you can run over the table or such and the dust will stick to it like a magnet… Well, I guess after awhile the magnet part said the heck with it and seemed to let the dust lay there or just seems to make it move to another section on the bookcase… I guess dust just likes my house, so I will have to think of another change as to how to say good-bye to the winter dust and welcome the spring dust…. Always questions that need to be answered

Enjoy dusting !

Sleep tight when the color’s right!

Reading such news about the color of my bedroom and how good I sleep at night brought about nightmares last night and I didn’t sleep good at all and so I guess I’ve gotten up on the wrong side of the bed this morning because my bedroom is the wrong color….. How can anything be more devastating than that; I ask???? I hope all of you out there reading this have or will in the future have painted or will paint your bedroom so that you can see well at night otherwise….. Those colors will be creeping from the walls and then who knows what will happen.

Really now, I never had problems sleeping before until this color problem was brought to my attention… the colors of sleep!! I cannot figure out how the color of your bedroom can cause sleep problems, because aren’t your eyes shut when you sleep… or has that changed too???

But then again the color of your bedroom may be an indicator of your dreams… or????

A blue bedroom may remind you of being on an ocean cruise …. Good if you like water otherwise it could be rough sailing at night. Not a good idea for people who get seasick easily.

A yellow bedroom – the sunny thoughts are with you once you open your eyes and are there again when you want to retire in the evening… though sunglasses may be needed if the yellow is tooooo bright.

A green bedroom – a meadow with green grass swaying in the breeze.. How lovely, but not for those who have allergies because you will be kept awake all night sneezing.

A silver bedroom – every cloud has a silver lining, so things will always be sparkling no matter what time of day it is… almost like a pirate’s chest filled with silver!

An orange bedroom – When you like to dream about the sunshine state with orange groves you will just have to lie down in bed and shut your eyes and you can float off into a relaxing night dreaming that you are sitting on the beach and in the morning when you wake –up an orange wall will bring back those orangey memories.

A red bedroom …. This means that the dreams will be explosive and full of action… whether or not you wake-up rested could depend on how dramatic your dreams were…. Maybe not a color for people who like a good night’s sleep!

A gold bedroom – just know right away that all dreams are in gold and that you will be surrounded by the luxury that gold can afford, so long your dreaming and when you wake-up you feel like a golden day has just begun!

A gray bedroom- not exactly a put me in a good mood for sleeping and dreaming… this color could put a gray cloud over your bedroom and make you somewhat unhappy when you wake-up in the morning and see gray walls ….. Maybe a color more for another room in the house?

A brown bedroom – gives you an earthy feeling that you are connected with the soil in your garden ….great for gardeners because you can dream about flower beds and how you want your yard to look. The color can inspire the green thumb in you!

The last color is purple – not a color I ever thought about for a bedroom, but it is an interesting color and could add a feeling of prosperity to the room making you feel like this is my bedroom and here I sleep and dream about be prosperous!

Whatever color you choose; I am sure it’s the right color because you only see the color when your eyes are open and not when you are asleep… So,sleep tight when the color’s right!

Marry me … or be free

There is always something surprising around every corner nowadays… The guy asking a gal.. “ Will you marry me?” is definitely a BIG step in their lives let alone it could be a costly one toooo.. That comes just when the thought pops into your mind.

I never realized nor thought that a guy has to go to a training course and arrange a package deal to learn how to “pop” the question. Though times have changed and things are not like they used to be; where a guy met a gal and thought “hey, she’s the right one for me!” and popped the question.

Today those thoughts are out dated…… Now it’s first to the seminar to learn how to get engaged… What do you need to learn.. Just ask the gal if she’ll marry you and if she loves you; I am sure she’ll say YES!!! Does that need schooling to ask such a question and get a package deal for your engagement??? But maybe there is more to this whole deal than what meets the eye????

Yes; the ring…. How big does the diamond have tooooo beeee before she will even consider getting married? There you go problem number 1 before the gal is even asked and where do you “pop” the question???? At home by no means…. An expensive night out and the gal has her calculator with her to figure out is this whole thing worth getting involved in and the poor guy is sweating hoping that he can hook her with his charm and not his wallet. I guess that is what the package deals are for?? Everything is planned down to the smallest detail and your coach maybe sitting at another table signaling to the guy what to do… Boring and not authentic if you ask me.

When I think back…..oh.. That’s a while ago, but still my guy was gutsy and without any special seminars or coaching just popped the question and the rest is history…. I just don’t understand why people have gotten so insecure about such things in life and if I knew the guy I was going to marry went to a seminar and arranged for a package deal engagement so he could propose to me…. Well; I would tell him to stick it right where the sun doesn’t shine. Because why do you need someone for everything you do in life???

Ok, the package deal engagement planer can earn some cash or does the guy get his money back if the gal says “NO”?? He should because if the plan does not work out then that is good money wasted for what…. A date that has gone bad and your planer’s plan didn’t work out.

Guys…. Be brave if you have met the gal of your dreams and just ask her to marry you and not some package deal nonsense that could ruin the moment forever….. Good luck popping the question!

Nail polish and Names

I just read that the names of some nail polishes aren’t gal friendly. To be honest I never paid much attention to that before. I just went into the store picked out a color that I liked or thought would fit to the outfit I was wearing and bought it….. Never ever thinking about the name…. How could I be so thoughtless?? I guess maybe it comes with age…
And because I have nothing better to do on “Good Friday” then check out my nail polish…. Great way to kill time if there’s nothing else to do around the house or not in the mood for house work!

The names on the bottles are great and I would never in my entire life associate them with the color.

540 – Poetic: what is poetic about that?? I haven’t figured it out yet. The number or is the name to make me feel once I have applied the polish to my nails I will feel like everything will just be …lalala

270-hot shot: That’s pretty clear – bright color and I feel cool…. As long as the polish doesn’t chip in the course of the day, otherwise I don’t feel like such a” hot shot”.

142- Grey to be here- defiantly a color for when you’re not in such a good mood…. World watch out because my nails are telling you something that you don’t know!!!!

26- Pink passion – watch out!!! Now I know I look good when wearing this color and my guy just knows by the name on the bottle that “ romance “ could be just around the corner… AFTER my nails dry!

780- Crazy about green: Happy Easter!!! No more snow

106 – Free hugs – Great name but sorry folks… I do not hug strangers!!

660 – Pink it up – Ok…. It’s pink and my nails look gooooood!

But then there are the colors that are just numbers…. OK …. Boring! I am wearing number 22 on my nails today and what number do you have on today? Doesn’t sound too good and makes life boring!

Then there’s the great top coat to protect your nails from…. Good question or the base coat… all these sound like something that you would paint a piece of wood with and not my nails. But maybe no one has ever looked at it like that before… Any answers

So enjoy your nail polish no matter what the name of it is and have a great Easter!

The Milkman

Many people still live where the milkman delivers the milk daily to their doorsteps. What a lovely service and too bad this wasn’t everywhere around the world; where you could just leave a note and the same day or the next day your order will/ would be filled . But does anyone ever think about the notes that are left for the milkman and that that person delivers you your milk rain or shine and sometimes fighting the perils of dogs cats & sheep.

When I lived in England we had a pet sheep on our property and he was the official guard dog too and he just loved the milkman but I don’t think the milkman loved Buddy as much as Buddy loved him.

The milkman came faithfully daily to our door and delivered my milk according to what was written on my note that I had stuck in the empty bottle. The wonderful things in life!

Though I think those notes that a milkman gets can sometimes be a bit confusing leaving the milkman to wonder what exactly does the person really want.

Below is a little collection that was passed on to me of notes left for milkmen. Who wrote the notes- I have no idea, but I can thank my aunt again for this great bit of info! – Thank you

Dear Milkman:

I’ve just had a baby, please leave another one.

Please don’t leave any more milk. All they do is drink it.

Milkman, please close the gate behind you because the birds keep pecking the tops off the milk.

Milkman, please could I have a loaf but not bread today.

Sorry about yesterday’s note. I didn’t mean one egg and a dozen pints, but the other way round.

When you leave my milk please knock on my bedroom window and wake me because I want you to give me a hand to turn the mattress.

Please knock. My TV’s broken down and I missed last night’s Coronation Street. If you saw it, will you tell me what happened over a cup of tea?

Milk is needed for the baby. Father is unable to supply it.

From now on please leave two pints every other day and one pint on the days in between, except Wednesdays and Saturdays when I don’t want any milk.

My back door is open. Please put milk in ‘fridge, get money out of cup in drawer and leave change on kitchen table in pence, because we want to play bingo tonight.

Please leave no milk today. When I say today, I mean tomorrow, for I wrote this note yesterday.

When you leave the milk please put the coal on the boiler, let dog out and put newspaper inside the screen door. P.S. Don’t leave any milk.

No milk. Please do not leave milk at No. 15 either as he is dead until further notice.

Those are just some of the great little notes and so please remember if you live where there is milkmen please write them a note that they will understand. Enjoy your glass of milk!

My Blanket – My Bed

You need a blanket for your bed to keep you warm on those cool nights. Though sometime that blanket doesn’t seem large enough for your bed when you are asleep next to your guy or gal who seems to be hogging it for themselves and leaving you stranded open to the elements. Life can be so cold!

I bet you all didn’t know that people argue at home about blanket hogger’s and other things in the bedroom. This is something that I never knew before either and I had to wait half of my life before it was reported by some scientist. My golly how long does it take those jokers to get their scientific evidence together???

I will give you some insight into this horrific problem. Maybe some of you may know what I am talking about here too and experienced it also.

The problem is the blanket bed hog (similar to the road hog).You have fought a struggling battle in the night for a little corner of the blanket to keep you warm. I can say that this can be a real chilling experience when it’s winter outside. Summer isn’t so bad because the temperatures don’t normally drop below 0°.

I think blanket hogs have a special gene in them that say: it’s cold out tonight so lets hog the blanket for some fun or they have gone secretly to some blanket hogging course on “how to hog a blanket correctly in 3 easy steps.”

And so before I get into bed I have to dress as if I am going on an arctic expedition so I won’t freeze in the night and my guy can enjoy the warmth of the blanket and snore cutting through the forest at the same time too.

It can be an eye opening and invigorating experience to lie next to someone like that. I can lie there looking at the ceiling contemplating life because I can’t sleep because he’s snoring and I am refreshed because I only have a small corner of the blanket, but thank heavens I have my arctic expedition outfit on for sub-zero temperatures which keeps me warm! It may not be romantic but hey I’m not freezing my backside off.

Plus he has asked me why do I put so much clothing on when I go to bed, because the bedroom is warm enough and that I am not going outside.
I have tried to explain to him the problem but somehow he doesn’t seem to understand that he is hogging all the blanket and that I get cold sometimes in the middle of the night. It is a hopeless battle!!!

Then I struggle for that little piece of blanket and my guy rolls over and says to me: stop hogging all of the blanket. That just takes the cake!!

As if I was the culprit and he was just lying innocently there sleeping soundly and I disturbed his sleep because I wanted a piece of the blanket. How can I be soooo COLD?

Or along with the blanket there’s the rolling over and taking up the whole bed leaving me stranded on the edge and then I have to get up and walk around to the other side and get back into bed. My guy wakes up in the morning and wonders -> why are you on my side of the bed? Of course he can’t remember that he was hogging the whole bed and blanket. Ohhhh, I feel better already just getting all that off my chest; what a night!!!!

But there’s something worse than not having enough blanket.

Can you guess??

Well there you are all snug and warm in bed and you guy or gal hops in with you and thinks “ oh, lets cuddle.” You think “OK” just what I have been waiting for!

And then the shock comes feeling like a lighting strike destroying the moment COLD FEET!! Now that can destroy any thought of anything because those cold feet are defiantly not on the program when it comes to being romantic!!

Like the old saying goes: Cold hands warm heart, Cold feet no sweetheart. Now that holds true.

So if you are thinking about approaching your guy or gal in a romantic way; make sure you have your special I have warm feet romantic socks on so then the other person knows that your feet are warm and that you can cuddle otherwise it can be a cold experience and that you don’t want!

Well, I think you all know now about the trivial perils of the blanket and so don’t forget to share your blanket and not let it turn into a nightly battle.

P.S: more will be reported at a future date here about the wonders of arguing in the bedroom.

Smell of Love

Who said you can’t smell love? That’s nonsense because someone has come up with a special spray so you can.
This I believe is baloney!!

You don’t need a spray to smell love; you just know it. Remember your first love – oh those were the days! You seemed to be floating on a cloud of happiness and the world smelt wonderful and was. You seemed to have a feeling of joy that couldn’t be put into words; oh I was happy!!

My heart is fluttering thinking back on those times.

Then we get a bit older but we still don’t need a spray for love because you know that you love the other person and your senses are twirling around inside you. The joy and the smell of love.

Maybe after sometime people forget about the smell of love and should be reminded about it but a spray cannot replace your feelings only the real smell of love works if you love each other.

What is the smell of love and how can you define it?

This is something only you can answer because how I smell love may not be the same as how you smell love.

The smell of love cannot be bought because it isn’t tangible nor can you smell love via the internet either. You are only infatuated with the virtual contact and there is no smell of love.

So where’s the smell of love? Does springtime bring about the smell of love with the days getting warmer and that warmth fills our hearts giving us the smell of love. Or maybe in the summer you can smell love when you are together with the person you love. I think the smell of love doesn’t have any seasons; it’s always there with us where ever we go.

But sometimes the small of love can go sour and spoil our smell of love, but once you have gotten over that sour smell then you can rediscover the smell of love that you thought was forgotten.

Enjoy the smell of love because it is always there in your heart and you cannot buy the precious smell of love.

Men and Cars

As you can imagine from the title this has something to do with men and their passion for cars.
Today my guy took it upon himself to drag me to an auto show where a huge hall was filled with all models of cars manufactured by some European company.

There I was and let me tell you I wasn’t the only gal there not too excited about how much horsepower the car had or what sort of tires it had. There were lots of gals there just standing looking into space while their other half was prancing around the car like it was an object that has never been seen before.

Actually, I wanted to ask each gal” are you having a good time or are you here like me,; just along for the ride?” I am pretty sure most were in the same boat as I was. If I asked my guy to come look at handbags he would tell me that I am nuts and that I can do that alone or with one of my gal friends. But with cars I have to be dragged along for some reason which I am sorry to say I cannot answer.

The men themselves were more interesting than the cars were; because it seemed each one was trying to outdo the other by the way they swayed up to the car and stood in front of it. It was like being in the Wild West without a horse. Gals I am sure you know what I am talking about.

Somehow I think most of the men there had forgotten where they were and of course who knows more about which model is very important or for example MPG and so forth. Men say we gals have a handbag problem but when I was standing there I thought if all these guys here had enough space at home each one of them would have bought at least 5 cars and have them on display in their garage all shining and nice but not to be touched by the female species.

My guy came across a model which he found interesting and talked to some guy for 45 minutes about this and that. I wasn’t there anymore and when he was finished he turned and said to me” oh, you are still here?” I thought were should I be? His mind was clouded by the fresh leather interiors and shiny paint, and I was lost only to be an object there to hold onto the brochures.

But then I got bored and thought I will look around myself while he’s gossiping with some guys about whatever.

There before my eyes was my car! It was like a handbag screaming at me saying “buy me.” I stood there before it and saw myself sitting behind the while driving endlessly through the countryside with the top down and the sun shining and not a care in the world. I was in heaven!

But I was brought back to reality because I didn’t have the right amount of small change with me. So my driving around in the convertible was brought to an abrupt halt. Though it was great for a couple of minutes and I could amuse myself until I was brought back to reality again for the 2nd time by the salesman saying that car was for younger folks and I should maybe take a look at the other model with seats that are easier to get out of. You can just image the look I gave him and walked away! Men don’t they think gals can’t like cars too?

Well, after wandering around I found my guy still in the same spot that I left him but only to find the number of other guys in the conversation had increased to 6 now. I thought -> how can I get his attention? Maybe jump up and down, scream or stand on my head? I tried the old fashioned way of tugging on his sweater but no luck so I said to him that I wanted to go home. That was a mistake with a capital “M”.

Gals never; I repeat never say that at a car show.. I will spare you the rest here.

So, gals if your guy asks if you want to go to a car show with him than I would nicely suggest that you say “You can go alone and I can enjoy a nice day out with the gals.” This way saving a lot of grief on both sides and the men can enjoy their time with the cars and we can enjoy our time with the handbags!

Enjoy your day whatever you decide to do!