Saturday night photo...

Finally..I was able to upload this picture from our dinner out on Saturday night. Not a very good picture of me, but a good one of Chas (before shaving off his beard & mustache).

The other pictures are even worse so I won't be sharing them. And that's that.

Lovey's look

I was talking on the phone to my sister earlier this evening. (Not unusal.) Lovey was giving her such a LOOK for keeping me busy and away from proof-reading his spooky story that is due tomorrow. This is it. There was a lot of dancing around associated with the look. Not an very flattering photo, I know, but funny none the less.

I woke up with a stranger!

Ohmygosh! This morning I woke up to a stranger. For over 20 years my husband Chas has had a mustache. I've never NEVER seen him without one. Other than in pictures of course. I've known him for 14 years and he's had a beard for most of that time. For the last year or so, my neighbor Irish & I have been teasing, gently prodding him into shaving it off. Just to see what he looked like. He always laughed and said no. I truly never believed he would do it. But this morning, while I lay sleeping. He did.

I was deep asleep. I felt him kiss my cheek but was so asleep it just barely woke me. Then I heard him say "You didn't notice anything different?"

"What?" I said, somewhat grogily. I opened my eyes and this is what I saw...

I was shocked I tell you. Shocked! I cannot believe how different he looks with out the facial hair. He looks like his brother Flash! It's a about 2 hours later and I'm still shocked by it. Both that he actually did it, and how he looks. He's had the mustache so very long that his upper lip is white from lack of exposure to the sunlight. Now that's funny. He walked into our neighborhood Starbucks this morning and the girls behind the counter (who know him well, he's there every day) couldn't believe their eyes. Lovey spent the night at a friends house. He is going to flip out when he sees his dad! For a man who likes to be the center of attention, he sure has a full week ahead of himself.

Now, onto the events of last evening, the country club dinner following the 3 day golf tournament Chas participated in. Even after wonderful suggestions to which dress I should wear to this "classy casual" event, I choose to go a different route. Mostly because both dresses presented a clea*age problem. The V neck line dipped a wee bit further than I'm comfortable with and adding a lacy camisole underneath to help the problem, just didn't look right with either dress. So, being that casual was part of the dress code for the night, I wore a typical work outfit for me. Gray flannel dress capries, a sheer black crinkle blouse with black camisole underneath & my favorite stack heeled mary janes. I was comfortable and looked nice. We had Irish take some pictures but they really didn't turn out all that well. My husband & I felt that I looked a lot better in person than the photos showed. My hair was curled & shiny, my make-up was just right, and this is something I rarely say, I thought I looked pretty. (I've tried about 4 times now to upload a picture, blogger says it's done, but it never appears.)

It was a beautiful evening last night. Just the right temperature, and a breath taking harvest moon. Our host, the man that invited Chas to play the tournament with him, didn't show up to dinner so we really didn't know anyone. Chas knew a few people, but just from playing golf with them. So we ate dinner, had some dessert and went home. Not a very exciting evening, but that's alright.

Word meaning MEME

In response to kpjara at Can You Hear Me Now....here are my words-what they mean to me. I'm answering with the first thought that comes to mind...


MIRACLE: Children. All of them. Especially my own 4. I include my Lovey with my niece & nephews since they are so very close to my heart. Their birth. Their lives. The beautiful things that come from their hearts and touch mine. They are angels and a blessing to me.

DANGEROUS: Risk. Chance. Change. Doing something where you don't know the outcome. Life-the twists & turns of it. But danger can be good. Taking a risk can be good. Going on quest I suppose could be dangerous depending on what kind of quest it was. A quest for a better life. Now that's dangerous.

OBEDIENT: Doing what I'm told to do. I especially think of my sister, simply because I have heard her say countless times "You need to obey Mama". I really don't like the word. I don't like that I have to be obedient. I want to make my own way. I'm pretty sure I was being disobedient when I balked at the first set of words provided by the wonderful & patient kpjara, the QUEEN OF BLOGDOM.

IMAGINE: Beauty. Dreams. Hope. Creativity. I have a pretty vibrant imagination. I creative, though I don't use it enough. My imagination knows no bounds. It is one of my greatest traits. After all, everything we do, everything tool or book...everything we use in life was first imagined by someone.

How's that for a response. Used ALL of the new AND old words.

My stalker

I'm being stalked.

Everywhere I go.

Everywhere I turn, my stalker is there.

In the kitchen.

In my bedroom.

Even in my bathroom.

I can't get a moments peace.

If I'm crocheting, it's really bad.

When I'm cooking it's unbearable.

No matter where I look .....



This is what I see.....

Classy casual?

I have to go to a dinner party at a country club on Saturday night. I say have to because I really don't have a choice. I know, I should try to be excited about it since my husband is, but really, my hearts not in it. He's in a golf tournament Thursday through Saturday. He was invited by a good customer of his, who also happens to be a pretty fun guy. If only the party weren't at a country club of all places. Most of the people there will be around my parents age. It's one of the few times when the 11 year age difference between my husband and I becomes uncomfortable. He'll be one of the younger men in the room, and I'm usually the age of most of their daughters. There's pressure at these things to be the perfect stepford like wife, which I most definitely am not.

The invitation to the dinner, where cocktails don't start until 7:30 mind you, says it is "Classy Casual". What the heck does that mean?! Does my husband still need to wear a tie? It's easy for him, that's the biggest decision he'll have to make. What will I wear? Would pants and a nice blouse be out of the question? Or do I have to wear a skirt or dress? I'm afraid of being somewhere on the too classy or too casual end of things. Last time we attended this dinner the women were wearing everything between business suits and fancy shmancy cocktail, semi formal, dresses. But that time there were no specifications on the invitation about what to wear. I wore a black sheath dress and crocheted sweater yet felt under dressed. Too plain.

Here are two dresses I'm thinking of wearing....

This one is cotton, but that soft, flowing cotton. Not stiff at all. Not lined so no poof. Really think this may be too casual thought and not enough class

This one is actually black with white trim. Much prettier that way. It's cotton & fully lined so the skirt does "poof" a bit like in the picture. I like it but is it too summery? Is it too casual? I'm so confused.


I'm a jeans kind of girl. My husband & I aren't "dressed up". We like it simple. He in shorts & a golf shirt. I'm usually in jeans and some cute top or sweater. Going to things like this is stressful for me. I've never been confident enough in my appearance to think I look great. Even on those times when I probably have. Ugh.

Some photos to share.

Not much to say. Just wanted to post some pictures taken with my new camera. I haven't figured out all of the bells & whistles yet so they aren't great. But..I thought I'd share anyway.


This is my cat Brother. I'm really not a crazy cat lady I just thought this picture turned out really good. His eyes look a little weird, but I like it. He's a beautiful cat. He really is that shiny. He's named Brother because when we adopted him, we also adopted his sister. Lovey, who was only 5 at the time, named them Brother & Sister.

Lovey & I played hookey on Friday and went to Disneyland. We have season passes so it's easy to just go without spending an arm & a leg. We had a really good time. It wasn't very crowded. He was tired of my taking pictures of him by this point so I took a "self portrait" instead. He's trying to make a weird face. Anything to not smile in a picture. I usually really really dislike pictures of myself, but this one isn't so bad. . Although the hair is looking a bit strange. That's what happens after going on Splash Mountain, and sitting in the front. We were both a little soggy & frizzy for the rest of the day.

And here's my lovey. This was just about the last picture I got out of him for the day. He was glad we went and so was I. We always have fun when we go to Disneyland just the two of us. We rode almost all of our favorite rides and just, hung out together.

This picture is actually from August, but I like it and it shows how long his hair was before I finally convinced him to cut it off. It wasn't being taken care of the way it should be, so he didn't have much of a choice. This was just another day where he and I were being goofy. Took about 6 pictures before I could get him to smile at all.

Well, that's about it. Like I said, nothing much to say. Just wanted to share some pictures since I haven't in quite a while. Ta for now.