Poor Little girl

Today I gave the little black girl a treat at the Madonnart Spa and Salon. Poor poor little puppy. She was as brave as I was cautious right to the finish and that's when it all went horribly wrong. Clipping her nails is the last of her grooming tasks and alas became a blood sport on the last little nail. To say she bled a bit would be an out and out lie and I was so so so sorry. To tell her the quest for beauty has a cost and is often painful would simply be an insult to her intelligence which according to her daddy is huge in contrast to my dog grooming skills.

What happened to the 17th

I just realized today that my last day of recollection was the 15th of May. MORGAN, you have the most lethal set of germs on the planet. While you are blissfully riding that street racer bike of yours the rest of us are in sleep clinics, allergists offices and are on a first name basis with the Tylenol Cold and Flu Hot line people. Still can't see a movie....the coughing, or bead...the bronchial spasms, play cards, the constant need to blow or enjoy the odd bit of affection from the man....the instant either of us touch each other we start to either sweat profusely and or cough until unconscious. If I have not posted within 1 week please notify my NOK....Betangible...oops she is also under the weather.

HOME SWEET HOME

Nothing feels as good as your own bed especially if your sick. Surrounded by a cup of mint tea, kleenex, Tylenol Cold and Flu and a puppy who has a taste for Fishermans friend, I am as comphy as as a person who can't breath, has a roaring headache and hasn't swallowed since Tuesday can be. Dwayne will be exstatic his MIL is NOT there when he arrives home tonite from Fort Mac. Whole new set of complaints today as it is 31 C. Cranky , a bit I think especially after the man I live with informed me AFTER I had my hair done that the 5 week color I now bear makes me look gaunt.......is that another word for thin???

Springtime is a state of mind

Been here 3 days now and it is still snowing. The Alumnae Garden Party/ Barbque is still on for tonite, hopefully I will be able to find the bar in the huge fog that has engulfed Edmonton.Will still wear my grey summer suit and barely there lace...yes lace....shutup...camisole and red sandles. I believe it is warm and balmy, and a fabulous spring evening...yes another Marguarita please barkeep and this time hold the lime juice.

WTF is with the weather

I am ready....no wait that was Friday, when I was assured packing for Edmonton did not require Artic survival gear. Who the hell is in charge there? I am supposed to be attending a garden party, a BarBQue,a Gyro mothers day tea and an Alumni tour of the General Hospital and grounds.My SIL advises the winds are hurricane force and the blowing freezing snow is making it impossible to be outdoors. I fear for my dear Son in Law in a camp up north with nothing to layer but my black lace teddy and a see through blouse. See ya all Tuesday.

Bright Beautiful Hot Day

The sun is amazingly bright this morning, sitting outside required sunscreen, sun glasses and the golf ball screen up. My Crystals are especially gorgeous this morning, was going to try and finish the tax stuff but the sparkle and designs on the ceiling and walls tranced me into counting them, wearing them, holding them, loving them ahhhhhhh!

Lost not Found

This will be my last word on the subject of my LACE blouses which went missing during the Easter Purge 2008, of LostnFound Studio. Busy in the sweat shop, under the sharp scrutiny of the Studio BOSS, Laurie, My Rome clothes were supposedly in the wash. However, also in the same space as the washer and drier were the family clothes in many stages of wash process, Dwaynes camp wash and all of the studio. The next day while putting together the new studio and packing for Rome and....resting for the journey, I could not find my blouses. Now I am travelling with Edmontons answer to Beyonce and Delorian Fashion house, my SIL, Rita already aghast I was bringing only one small suitcase and no formal gown for the gala farewell ball on our last nite in Rome, would not survive the news I had lost my lace blouse my answer to formal balling. Laurie, the moment Nadia had her hand on the door to leave was in the shower and in her PJ's, and had hung the not open for business sign on the stove. Thank God for my patient and incredibly willing SIL, Dwayne. He though exhausted from the lifting and moving {we had him move the frig in the studio at least 5 times}, drove me at 7:30 pm. to shop for a blouse to take to Rome. I am trying to put it all behind me, forget the anguish of my loss and forgive what ever happened to it. Namaste