My Plants Are Happy And My Shoes Are Here

Went to Home Depot last Saturday and bought a few plant related things. Specifically a bag of rocks, potting soil, pots, and a Hibiscus and Geranium. The Hibiscus was all green colored until yesterday, when this riot of orange greeted me in the morning. Here it was, raining cats and dogs outside and this plant decided to redo the living room in an Hawaiian theme. Very cheery. What an appropriate mood for the arrival of my new shoes. Cute, aren't they? I think another pair in a tan linen would be useful. I've decided I need washable Summer shoes to combat the dust. Good Times!

Stylin' 70's Jacket! Is There Room On Your Christmas Tree For A Snail Ball?

Can you believe this snail sphere? It was $1.50 and I still didn't buy it. But I did carry it over to a spot with more light so I could get a better picture.

I almost never see home sewn clothes at our Goodwill, so this little jacket was quite the surprise. Depending on the era, it could have been for a male or female. Most definitely worn with the widest leg pant with a wide waistband. Maybe a Marlo Thomas pattern? Remember her? Do you think the kids these days have a clue how wild the 70's actually were? Even for us inhibited types. Good Times!

Feral Fowl and Pool Fun

This morning we had a substitute Water Aerobics teacher - the wonderful Sandra is in Maui on vacation and we sure miss her. The woman was very cute and fun, but didn't really hold everyone's attention, so the conversations wandered even more than usual. Jerry said I should explain on my blog that Not-Lucille (Beverly, that is) reminded her family of Lucille Ball when she was younger, which made it even funnier that the teacher kept calling her the wrong name. Then Carol (I think) said she bet I only told stories on my blog that made me look good. So, of course, Barbara (who you might remember is my "girl-crush") says, "I'll bet you never wrote about the time I nearly ran off the road laughing at you mistaking a horse for a donkey". Which, of course, I had admitted here. (If it's grey, I thought it was a Donkey. Evidently Donkeys are a little more complex.) She went on to tell everyone how I also thought these sheep were young buffalo. (So, you can see why I like her so well. Plus, all the time she is making fun of me, she is giving me this cat type look that just cracks me up.) (She has mesmerizing eyes!) OK, my point, and I do have one, is that everyone kept coming up with more outrageous stories, most of them involving animals in the wild until the woman with the angelic face who has been married for more than 30 years to a Marine (bundle of surprises every time she opens her mouth) tells me that there are feral Emus running around the country side around Tulsa. Huh? And she knows this because she (up until 2 years ago) worked on a cattle ranch and the wild Emus would come out of nowhere and scare the cows. The reason there are all these feral Emus is that the best snake oil salesman in America sold all these rancher on the idea of raising Emus just like cattle - except it is way more difficult to ranch an emu than a cow. Who Knew? So these ranchers just abandoned the Emus, but the Emus turned out not to actually need Purina Emu Chow, and lived fine on all the native food freely available in the wild. And found each other and multiplied. Good (Emu) Times!

Just Paris Sites - Don't Expect Anything Clever

First picture is of my son Nick and his girlfriend, Kelsey, looking at the Mona Lisa at the Louvre. Then we all walked and took more pictures - this one includes my daughter Amanda. Good Times!

Happy New Years!

Happy New Year! And Happy Anniversary to John and me! (33 years!) Good Times!

Back In Tulsa, By Way Of Texas

Woke up in Tucumcari, New Mexico to a beautiful morning. It's the last important New Mexican town on I-40. We were in Texas about an hour later, what with the 75 mph speed limits. You know you're in Texas when everyone starts driving like crazy. So I couldn't believe that the only "Welcome To Texas" sign was this one with the adage - "Drive Friendly - The Texas Way". Huh? I understand the wild driving since even at its narrowest, that is one big state, and getting anywhere takes a lot of time. And Heaven help you if you need a bathroom, since those blue signs that say "Rest Area" on the West Coast can actually say "Picnic Area" in Texas, and that is exactly what is there. A bunch of picnic tables with no bathrooms. Not even decent tree coverage. I almost forgot to write about an accident (and there were quite a few) we passed on the way to Christmas. Just outside of Dallas, there was a crashed Smart Car - front all bashed in, but - and here's the interesting part - the people who were in it, got out and looked just fine. Whew! I expected the worst. And the woman in the Jag who was the other part of this accident was a Janet Jackson look-a-like, (or the real deal), so there were lots of extra police cars on the scene to keep the gawkers moving along.

I always love the big cross at Exit 295 on I-40. It's really the middle of nowhere. And the El Rancho Hotel where all the stars stayed when filming all those Westerns in Gallup, New Mexico mostly in the 40's and 50's. Good Times!

Teal Cole Haan Ballerinas

Ever been so bored that you take a picture of your shoes? And then keep that picture because it is one of the best ones you took that day? Of course these are my favorite shoes, at least the ones I have in Teal are, but these are pretty good too. Cole Haan ballerinas, with Nike Air technology, that you can walk in all day - over cobblestones and gravel, makes no difference. And they are patent leather too! Remember when we good Catholic Girls were warned not to wear patent leather shoes because of the reflection that showed what was up our skirt? And what was up our skirt was a pair of White Granny Panties that were thicker than the Parachute Pants worn today. Good times!