Random....thoughts......stuff...beware....
This is very boring
When I was visiting Megan in OKC, we were discussing the
need for the perfect shade of red lipstick,
we talked of the courage it takes to....
boldly swipe your lips and wear it with confidence. But first, it needs to be the
blue shade of red NOT the orange-y shade of red.
(or the orange-y shade they seem to turn after they've been on my lips for 20 minutes)
But if you have a firm and beautiful left breast like this....
who cares if
you are wearing a most provocative shade of red.....
only your breast will be noticed.
We were in Sephora discussing and trying
on the samples that looked right,
we were told that perhaps we would need
to use a primer to achieve the
shade that stays true......
This is the current state of my pedicure..................
pitiful, embarrassing,
so in need of some TLC.
Moving on....................I'm sort of trying to grow out
my hair............it's hard to grow out
and it feels a little bit hopeless...........
and longer hair makes me feel like I look old.
This is the back......(taking a picture with my arm
lifted above my head......sad)
But see how long it's getting,
I can almost pull it up in a pony tail by
itself......
I'm thinking that if I get it that
long, I will only pull it into a
pony tail....and look lazy, because
let's face it....a pony tail tells the world that
you didn't have time to do anything with
your hair, and it says that maybe you're just
a wee bit ......lazy (?)
This is the side view....once again I'm taking the
picture with My left arm stretched to the side.
Here's the other side......taken with right arm stretched...............
I'm really like this hairstyle............it also helps that she's
GORGEOUS......is it the hair or the face?
And let's not forget those beautiful eyes.
*sigh*
Here's another style........
(She reminds me of my niece London....sort of)
I'm diggin' this style too....
I guess I'm still lovin' "The Rachael" but what's not to love about
this cut.......it's sort of timeless.....or am I just
old and can't get out or a rut?
I know, I know, this is not long hair.....it's actually short
hair, but I am really a short hair kind of gal,
It's easier to feel "groomed" with short hair.
This is NOT good hair. In fact it's kind
of ugly hair.....But she's so beautiful
she can make blah hair Great!!!
I might have a bit of a crush on her.
On to more random-ness. This is a great Book.
Megan turned me on to it.
It has lots of recipes, they are easy to prepare
and leave in your fridge.
When you come home you can take the 5 minutes to prep a loaf,
let it rise, and bake. It is just too too divine for words. The feeling
you get when your home fills with the smell of fresh baked bread
cannot be beat. I was lucky growing up with
a Mom who was an amazing cook and a better baker.
Her bread is awesome, and I came home
many many days from school to loaves of
fresh homemade bread sitting on the cutting board
waiting for me to slice of the heel and butter
it. Ummmmmmm
But I digress................
back to my loaf.
This is my loaf as it is ready to go into the oven.
It's a rustic loaf, baked on a brick. The oven is heated
to 450 degrees and left heating up 30-40 minutes so the
stone/brick is screaming hot. You also have a
roasting pan in the bottom rack that is hot hot hot.
As you put the loaf in the oven you pour a cup
of hot water into the roasting pan.
A tremendous amount of steam fills the oven
you close the door and let it bake. The
steam makes for the hard crusty crust.
It is amazing.
This is my loaf as it emerged from the
oven in all it's crusty glory.
Ready to make my simple meal of
pasta - extra luscious.
This is the loaf from the book...........I think mine
looks just as scrumptious.......don't you?
Lastly.........it's cold outside.....what to do with
my flamingos that are cruising around
in the back yard. I left them out in the
snow last winter, and they didn't seem any
worse for the wear...
Maybe they can stay out this winter too.
That pretty much sums up my weekend,
lips,toes, hair,bread, flamingos
a great combination in my book :)
p.s. we had biscuits and gravy for our Sunday
after church supper. They were FANTASTIC.
Now, I'm laying on my bed trying to
psych myself out to start another week
at work. On November 3rd, I will
have 36 years of service. That's a lot
of Sunday night psyching ones self
out for work. I ask myself:
"Self, how many more years will
you be doing this?" and that little sad
nasty part of my brain tells me:
10 more years Patti,
10 more Years.
double *sigh*
