Stop bad singing

Abouowchoo…Abouowchoo…..abouowwwwwwchooooo…Ok  people. The lyrics are about you. What you are singing sounds like sneezing. It is NOT good music. The rest of you people!!!! Just because a song is played on the radio does not mean it is good music. Do not down load it. Do not support the singer or producer or record company for putting bad noise out there. What the bloody hell is an abouowchoooo? Well it is easy to see why he left you. Here is a wee little hint sister…. When singing anything that ends with a t and is followed by a word starting with you do NOT say the t. About you, without you, torment you….try singing it abou you, withou you ….. we will hear the t no need to say it. I never ever wish to hear that awful travesty of a song again!! EVER!

Ok home builder mega giant. STOP!!!!!!!! Ripping up the woodland area was so wrong. Building 126 more homes is NOT ok. I live way out here because no one else does. Get it? I do not wish to be in suburbia I do NOT need to identify myself by my subdivision, who else lives here or how many. I do NOT traffic clogging up my road. You people that work 60 minutes away on the other side of town and bought a home over here. This is your decision. Do not inconvenience me because you want to live an hour from where you work. Then you get all fed up with the traffic and seek alternate routes home that now have you tracking down my little country road and I cannot even get out of my own neighborhood. You wanted to live off of I 35 so now deal with your consequences of that stupidity somewhere else!! Please for the love of whatever TV reality show you love go live off of 281 near Boerne..REALLY!!!!! There is a plethora of land by Canyon Lake with beat up old trailers parked on them. Go buy that and clean that up and build your substandard homes. People want to drive a long distance to work that will solve the problem.

Lady Tamara www.HighlandTitles.com has decided to move to Rhode Island and live in a light house. She will have 3 cats, 2 dogs and 2 horses. The total population of her village will be no more than 300. She will paint great seascapes and eat apples.  There will be no bad music abouowchoooooo. Joshua Bell will be welcome at all times and may consider it his sanctuary. 

Panty Line

I opened the fridge and got out a vanilla yogurt; I layered it in a bowl with some granola, added some mace and mixed.  I then went to get the honey and there was none. I was like a crazed Mother Hubbard tearing through my cupboards. Now I am looking at what should have been a delicious treat and it tastes like bitter sour cream with crunchy bits. I just had my third spoonful and I am NOT eating it.

Yes, please show me photos of overly skinny, fake breasted, tanned, toned, young women on a beach at a resort to inspire me to want to go there. REALLY?????  Show me an empty beach, luxurious rooms, well prepared food, fine wines, solitude. However…..now that I think about it, being surrounded by beautiful women will keep the dogs in a pack and away from me, might even prove to be an interesting show. I can sit back, relax, and watch the hunt. This could work.

Imagine my surprise! I am ghost hunting this weekend, as usual. I am looking through Find A Grave at all cemeteries in a certain county for all family members who may be there, and there are over 76. I am cross referencing with two other sites when I come across two initials C.L. and the last name Max. In parenthesis it says ( H.o. R.E.) dates of birth and death are blank, lovely…code! I skip it and go to the rest. I will come back to it. Further on I find a grave R.E.Max (w.o. C.L.) dates of birth and death are blank, I have no R.E. Max. I keep going.  I finish up and of course this has led to a few puzzles along the way. So I jump in and start solving. I am looking and looking for a C.L. Max. I find a copy of a birth certificate which gives me a name. I google and I get over a thousand hits all with one thing in common, the name of a funeral home, Max Funeral Parlor.  Lo and behold there is a photo of the owner alive and well and ….oh look! There as his lovely Vice President Ruth Evelyn Max! They live in Ravenclaw and the name of the cemetery is Ravenclaw Rest. They are the only funeral facility in town. They are NOT dead. They have a plot picked out and gravestone already set just needing dates. But wait there is more….. There is an ad on the google search page right next to all the C.L. Max hits called Humanoid. Things that make me go...hmmmm

Chica!!!! You are a very pretty girl. You have wonderful hair and a lovely shapely figure.  Loose the panties or get a sausage casing.  You looked like several link of sausage. Your breasts were trapped by a bra a size too small, jumping to a little curve of the rib cage narrowing at your waist over your hips and screeching to a halt at the top of your panty line which looks as though they may be two or even three sizes too small. A bulge immediately under the top panty line and then we can see that they, the panties, are about to be eaten by your butt near the top and there below the bottom of the panty as it is being swallowed by your butt is a bulge of butt cheek. We are a restaurant and this was not attractive!!! Or appetizing. Do you not have a full length mirror? Was there not one at the store where you bought the clingy grey dress? Do you live alone? Was there no mother or father to help you?  If I was not imprisoned between four other people and a wall I would have whisked you to the Sandbox and pointed these things out to you. Women! Other women do NOT approve of your panty lines!! EVER!!! Men need only to imagine the panty line or lack of. They are not supposed to be allowed to see them. EVER!!!! I know some of them like it. It is a bondage fantasy…feed their fantasy in the bedroom not in a restaurant!

The results of the Haggis hunt have come in and Lady Tamarawww.LochaberHighlandEstates.com will not be going to Scotland, nor did she win a bag of Haggis flavored crisps, nor a Scotsman Calender.

Well, I must be off to contact Bo he has not turned in his registration form yet for The Business Expo. Are you registered?

Mr left

There has been some very unsettling news about my job. I will just say that I am fussed up a wee bit and ptsd  is very debilitating. I keep flitting between sheer panic, intense excitement and total shut down. 

I really feel great about early morning meetings. 7:30 to be exact however they interfere with my breakfast letters.  So now you know why there has been none. Next week may not be much better. I am going out of town on business. I will view this as a challenge. Oh yes…I am feeling much better about it now.

My personal banker was retelling her tale of her encounter with my right to us the other day while we were at the bank. Apparently he pulled up in a hot little sports car in front of her. His license plate said mr. right. She of course was thrilled because she had been looking for him for several years. Her future life played before her eyes, she was deciding vera wang or Oscar de la renta wedding gown when the light went green and he just drove off without even a wave. Apparently not her Mr. right. I had an encounter in a mall in san jose many years ago with my Mr. right. It lasted about 38 seconds. It was intense and I can still see his face. But then he is not with me so I suppose he was really not my mr. right.  I have had too many mr.lefts to ever want to look for a right ever again so…..if I am going to find one it will have to be because we crashed into each other….haha

My cat has just attacked the butterfly’s umbilical chord. He never did that before.

Well……I have some linked-in studding to do…..i will become master of its functionality today…woooohhht!!!!!!!

Lady tamarahttp://www.highlandtitles.com will be in social media classes all next week  be ye warned I will soon be everywhere….bwahahahahahah

Leopold

My favorite part of these letters is picking the font and color. I love the script ones but I am concerned they may not be easy to read for some.

I neglected (that word sounds harsh) to set my alarm on Monday and when I did awake and I realized it was dark I convinced myself that It was only about 4 and I still had 2 hours to sleep so …enjoy. I did. When I awoke the second time it was 7:38. I set the alarm last night. I went on a wonderful morning stroll, without the human I was walking with. Should I leave a note on his truck? I have not even seen him. Could he be dead? Ill? Engaged in online dating? Hmmmm…..

I am out of tea for the third day. Coffee is great for road trips and frosty stops at 10 am, or iced and creamy on a warm, balmy, slow, morning in New Orleans. Or leisurely rests at 3 on a hot Louisiana afternoon…..still…….mules clopping by with a carriage of tourists, saxophone playing on a corner up the street, the daytime teenage vampires talking quietly amongst themselves… I am sipping on what is supposed to be white chocolate mocha flavored coffee. Not sure that describes it. There is also a coconut macaroon flavor; that one does taste like coconuts.

I did some ghost hunting over the weekend; chased some of my mother’s people, her mother to be exact. They were not war heroes of the Civil War, either side. They were not veterans of the Rebellion. They have been in this country since 1705. They lived in Berkshire area of England, not far from Windsor Castle. I have gotten all the way to 1550. No idea where they were before that. 

I watched Kate and Leopold last night and I want to know…where is my Leopold?  Lady Tamara www.LairdOfLochaber.com wants a Leopold Duke of Albany (well he does not have to be the Duke of Albany but I want a Leopold).  I am not a swooner of Hugh Jackman but I must say…. He is very sexy as Leopold which tells me it is not only his looks but his actions and morals. He has integrity. He is a gentleman.

I am going to get ready for my day and I will be looking for Leopold. Who are you searching for?

Maybe he does not recognize me…should I change my haircolor?.......wear glasses?..... dress in red?.....

Plate light

Can I just say Homemade (not in a package) blueberry oatmeal is the best! Especially after and early morning walk in the brisk chilly air. Sprinkle it with a few flax seeds for some added texture..mmmm.

I was the lucky recipient of a ticket last night. Why you ask? Well, because the little tiny light above the license plate on the rear of my car was burned out. How was I supposed to know that you ask? Well that is what I asked officer Smedley. And do you know what his “professional” opinion was? “Well…” Yep and that was it. That is what he said…”Well…” I looked at him and said “exactly!” He was a very flustered and nervous policeman. He was stammering and stuttering and words were not coming when he opened his mouth to speak. It was very eerie. Like maybe he was a clone or the Borg or one of those “creation” people from Dean Koontz’s Frankenstein series. You know from the batches created in New Orleans that go awry. Maybe it was because I was calm and relaxed and not freaked out and that freaked him out.  He walked up to my window and claimed my registration was expired. Really?.... Well as you and I both know I took care of that on the 4^th. So I smiled and informed him that NO it was not, he said yes it was and pointed his little flashlight right at the sticker and there to his chagrin was written the date 12-12. Did you just get that he demanded. Now of course in my head I am thinking “yes, why yes I did. I whipped it out of the sticker machine in my backseat and slapped it up there just 35 seconds ago.” I take a breath to weaken the giggle and tell him no. That is not good enough for him. He demands in a shaky voice ( I am sure he was attempting authority not 14 year old boy asking a 15 year old girl out on a date voice) to know when. Not that this is his business mind you. I have a current one and that is all he needs to know, but he is drowning, so I tell him I got it on the 4^th. Well he mumbles and I say “2 weeks ago”. He shakes his head no and then looks at his watch and then says “maybe”. Maybe??? Maybe what?  He then wants to see my driver’s license and insurance.  I hand them over he looks them over extensively. He then shoves the insurance back at me claiming it is expired. Now I know very well that it is not,  it expires 2-12 and I had to  present a current one in order to register my car. I already have the new one that expires 8-12. I put that one back in my wallet and pull the exact same one out of the glove box and hand it to him.  These are expired he claims.  I sigh, that frustrated girl sigh, the one we reserve for boys who are being stupid.  “No they are not. I could not have registered my car with an expired insurance paper.”  He shoves the insurance card and me and points with his little flashlight at the date and there in black on white it clearly says 2-12.  Oh he says. Oh? Really? Just oh? “I am going to run your license. Remain here.” Like I am going to drive away? Run off? Have Scotty beam me up?  Dash off Batman and run it. Well I am sure he ran it through not only city, county but probably state. Homeland Security is probably running a thorough check on me as I write this. Interpol is looking at me via satellite. He wrote me a ticket and advised me to be early for court.  Fix the light and bring the receipt.  Really??  I do not know how much this fine will be. Since I have a negative balance in the bank I figured it does not matter anyway.  My court date, Valentine’s day. Somehow this seems so appropriate.

Did he not know whom he pulled over?

I am Lady Tamara!www.HighlandTitles.com

Maybe he did and that is why he was so flustered. Bloody good this title served me then!

My advice to you ….check the little light above your license plate and be sure it is NOT burned out!

Ms. Rudenheimer

Hey you other Ghost hunters thank you for admitting you do not put your findings online. That is so helpful to the rest of us wading through the true and untrue, guesses, assumptions, deliberate misleading’s, myth and legends. We will continue to propagate the good and the bad so the you are reaping what you are so hard trying not to sow. Some of us out here actually have facts we are sharing, we have in our possession Family Bibles you wish you could find, Hand written family trees, letters, photos….But you are assuming we are making it up because we share it.  Thank you also for making it a true ghost hunt. I seriously should think about paying the extra monies and opening the rest of the world for exploration of records.  Really old parish records should be free online to one and all and easy to access. Please list the church’s original name and all of it’s name changes location changes.  I would love to stumble upon an old trunk filled with photos and letters and documents and put it all out there for public use. Why keep things secret?

My walking partner has flaked on me without a word. Freak!

SO there I was in line at my local grocery store looking over the chewing gum choices when Scagolla Rudenheimer charges the cashier and slaps all four of her items down on the conveyor belt with  a look of satisfaction and a challenging glare in her eyes. It was my turn. I had one little item and I was holding it. The man in front of me was just reaching into his pocket for his wallet so there was no need for me to move up. I turned my head from the gum display and my jaw dropped (luckily I caught it) but, I did not catch the “oh Hell no she just did not!” that slipped from my lips apparently loud enough for her to hear. She froze. I turned toward her with a wicked little smile and stepped forward. She was still frozen. Just as I am contemplating going all Vampire on her the hapless cahier directs her attention toward the woman who has still refused to look at me or move. The woman grabs her wallet does not speak to the cashier pays for her items and practically runs out the exit. Still not looking directly at me but half way looking over her shoulder as if she thinks I will follow. The cashier is looking confused and worried as though she feels it is her fault the woman was behaving oddly. I smile a cheerful hello and interject “She cut in front of me in line… I think she is in a hurry”.  A huge smile looks back at me and a cheerful and relieved “OH!”  Good times….good times.

L and I are at a local auto dealership waiting to speak with the manager. We are strolling the lobby/waiting area putting together our dream car when we stop and pause to watch an advertisement on the TV screen about a truck pulling a log. There is an elderly man standing a few paces away from me texting on his phone and he looks upset. He stops texting, looks at me as though I might be able to read through the back of his phone and comprehend what the miniature text says. I cannot even read the text on my phone without my glasses, please! He gives me a scathing undeserved glare and storms off.  I giggle and ask “Did the wife just find out about your mistress or were the diamonds in the bracelet you left her at lunch too small?” He did not hear me but, the salesman at his desk next to me must have for, he looks at the man and then at me and smiles. I wink.

How… does a Chinese restaurant run out of Chow Mein? Hello?...... Chow Mein…..really? Yes this happened to me. I was getting my daughter some take away food when I am told they are out of Chow Mein. Crazy!!!! I got beef and broccoli instead.  

Pajamarama Party at the Schertz Library with local author Jennifer Salyer and her illustrator Adam Salyer. Great fun!

Horatio went rushing past me on I-35.     Crime scene!

Where are you rushing to today? Lady Tamara www.HighlandTitles.com, has a 2:00 meeting to work on the Business Expo and a date with Sherlock Holmes and the very sexy Dr. Watson.

Gleeking

I am going to assume that this lady is not from here. I am going to step out on a limb and guess she is not even human or, her mother failed her, she had no mother, she has never used a public restroom. OK missy, let me lay it down for you. When you walk into a restroom and there are four stalls and one is empty and a person is standing there assume they are waiting. If unsure ask. By all means look into the empty stall and gasp at the horrific sight I did!  If you are at maximum capacity and cannot wait one moment longer please say so. I would not have minded you going ahead. We have all been there. But to enter into the first stall that becomes available as though you possess rights others of us will never know is WRONG! What did you think I was standing around in a Ladies room for? Did I look like the attendant to you? I was wearing couture! Those are NOT knock offs! They were real!!! I remained silent still believing it must have been an emergency for you right up to the moment when the next stall vacated and your mini you jumped in. Enough! I stepped in about .23 of a second after she stepped and we ended up blocking my daughters exit. “Mom?” The other child looked at me. I looked down on her. I was biting my inner lower lip so I would not laugh, she backed up and my daughter came out glaring at the youngster. She looked back up to me and stammered out…”uh….you were…..uh…..sorry”. I remained stoic and slammed the door.  I tried not to giggle. Neither at her plight nor her embarrassment, I wanted to giggle at the entire episode, the giggle that comes from the “I cannot believe this just happened” feeling. The, I better giggle or heads will roll kind of giggle. As I exited Shaggy shook her head and pointed to a stall. As I washed up she pointed to the exit door and shook her head. I was thinking the mother did not leave her child to the mercies of my wrath alone? (Not that I had wrath but she did not know that) There standing in the restaurant, down the hall was the mom and a son whom she had wrapped her arms around and was standing behind, Human Shield?  I walked past slowly and looked at her shaking my head; she backed up and looked terrified.  As we walked away Shaggy said “OK now mom”. I still wanted to giggle. I stopped turned and looked at her and said from about 20 feet away “how rude!” That was all.  Disappointed? Well can you imagine the look of horror on the woman’s face as she escorted her two children toward the door only to see that I was sitting at a table directly in her path toward the door facing her? I watched her for a moment as she hesitantly walked toward me and then smiled disarmingly and began a conversation with my child that had my head turned away from the little family as they hurried past.

SO there we were L and I cruising down the road when what to my wandering eye did appear? The Bat Bus/Van, Yep, a black bus/van with a huge Batman emblem painted on the hood and doors and back. Batman emblem etchings on the side windows and trailer hitch cover. If we had not been zooming by at mach 2 and him at mach 2 in the other direction I would have taken a photograph.

Shaggy and I pulled into the coffee queue and ordered her coffee. We were jamming out to Glee. “Mom! We are Gleeks!” yeah?... We pull up to the window and she looks at the coffee guy and declares he is not a Gleek. “Yes he is” …..”No mom he is not a Gleek”. The young man turns and says “Excuse me, I am sorry what?” We were trying to decide if you were a Gleek, I say you are and my daughter says no you are not.  “Gleek?” Yes we are Gleeking out to Glee music.  Are you a Gleek? The light comes on in his eyes….he giglges “ I watch, we watch Glee. We record it because we both work.” He stops, stares at us and then quickly adds….”my girlfriend and I , we watch it”.  We all laugh and as he hands us the coffee he says “Keep Gleeking Out!”

There I was, Lady Tamara, www.LairdOfLochaber.com  being driven through town and not even one person moved, nodded, removed their hat or acknowledged me. That phrase from Alice In Wonderland crept into my mind. The one the Queen of Hearts repeats…..”Off with their heads, Off with their heads”…..heehee  and on the heels of that visual the song This is Halloween creeps into my head, leading off with this verse performed by Marilyn  Manson;

 Our man jack is King of the Pumpkin patch

Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King now

This is Halloween, this is Halloween

Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!

…mmmmm….does Glee do a version of this song?

Have a gleeful day!

It is OK

When you screw up and are thoughtless or inconsiderate or selfish and you say “I am sorry” and I say “No worries it’s Ok” It is OK. Do NOT tell me “No, no it’s not Ok”. If I am saying it is OK it is OK. Do NOT look at me with downcast eyes and a pained expression, as though you were whipped, and insist it is not OK. I have already realized your ineptitude and either just do not care enough about you to let it hurt me or I forgive your clumsiness and have already ventured on. When you keep insisting, what do you want from me? Do you want me to tell you I am not ok? I am bloody angry? I think you are the biggest screw up, an ass, a moron, a complete and utter failure as a man? What do you want? Punish yourself if you must! Do NOT drag me into your whirlpool of disgust. However, if it will make you feel better flowers are always nice. Next time……BRING some!!!!

People!!! Horatio has an office in the building where our showroom is.  What does he do in there? Are there dead people in there?...secret labs analyzing DNA?...huge satellite tracking computers and servers?...I need to investigate this further.

This is for you Mr. Researcher of a family that is NOT yours. We did NOT change our name!!! If you will look our name has been the same since George. You!!!!!  People are the different ones. We have not died out!!! I am very much alive and I want to kick your sad little fanny and I say fanny because I assume you are a girl!!!! It is NOT ok!!! (See above)  Moved to Virginia and disappeared!  Really??? Maybe you should do some research in Sacramento Cali to see where we have been and what we have done!! NOT ok!!! Glad your gene pool went right at the Mason-Dixon and headed for Georgia!

Dude!!!! Lady Tamara   www.HighlandTitles.com does not speed walk her morning laps like some sort of Olympic hopeful. I stroll, I walk, I meander. I am doing it at a quicker pace for these morning jaunts but I am NOT attempting to win a triathalon! Here is a little advice….let the Lady set the pace. If I am off your pace than jog on or, slow it down to mine and proceed on a second lap around the hood at your pace. Walking fast and trying to get me to speed up will have the total opposite effect. If I am walking a bit slower than usual I may have a reason.  Adjust!  Sing it  Beyonce !

Other than that challenge it was a balmy, mist shrouded morning walk. 

I can hear rain outside even now.

Drive careful loved ones.

River Boat

I am not sure I have adapted to my new morning routine in all the ways I wanted before my first work week of the New Year starts. This fusses me up a wee bit and at the same time invigorates me. If you are thinking it must be challenging being me….it is. I have not gotten to spend the entire time ghost hunting that I wanted to this Holiday and that displeases me. But, maybe that means I still have plenty of Earth time left to pursue it.

Shags and I spent hours last night looking at Hogswart and then at alternate locations. Those people at Hogswart  are not dealing. Really? Who can spend $1700 just on 3 nights hotel for a park that from what I can tell consists of 1 restaurant, 4 shops, a walk through a castle and 2 rollercoasters?  Now she is dreaming of Hawaii. That will not happen either. So she became depressed and wanted to go nowhere. Then she suggested we drive to Florida, or Boston, or California. Then, maybe we should just rent a car and drive around. We looked at Myrtle Beach South Carolina and that could be fun. Seemed inexpensive right up until she realized it would be Hurricane season….hahaha. I suggested Dude ranch, I might as well have said lick gum off the pavement. River boat trip up the Mississppi on the American Queen, a paddle boat, sounded exciting to her until I discovered it was $4986 per person for 11 days.  

The challenge is on. I entered a South African dream vacation contest about 6 months ago. Maybe I will win that. When were they picking winners? I am sure the very wonderful thing would be to find a vacation package to Scotland. Shag does not share my enthusiasm for kilts and bagpipes or Scotch, besides airfare being $1300 per ticket.  Maybe I will swing by a travel agency today and grab some brochures for ideas. Ask about deals. I went to Costa Rica once on a deal my agent had just been made aware of.  I am Lady Tamara www.LairdOfLochaber.com exotic places should be showering me with offers to come see them. What is wrong with people?

I am off to plan an adventure for us what are you doing today?

Which Tartan

We pulled up to a stop light and there before us was Horatio. I whispered Shags look…. Wow she whispers back. Our first sighting of the New Year, it was a moment of regard, we stared in bewildered silence.

I called my insurance company to have them send the latest copy of my policy so I could renew my car registration and we went over my policy and I managed to get 19.00 shaved off my payments. Yippee!! However I had only made a partial payment in December so my January payment due shocked me momentarily.  But in taking care of all of this and paying my other bills yesterday I was under the impression I had paid all the bills. I had a shock coming.  I received a message that the beloved man to whom I make my house payment had passed away. While I was managing this unbelief it hit me that I had not made the house payment.  This sent me into a dizzying state of panic.  On top of all of the strain re-arranging for a death brings I had added to it by not taking care of my responsibility.  There was panic in my disco. My inner anxious child wanted to jump in Charles and run over and drop it off. My, seldom heard from sense of reason, suggested to my child that perhaps we could do it in the morning and as a treat get a donut…..mmmm…we have not had one of those in a while. Well of course she jumped on that idea. So this morning we are off to pay the house payment.

I saw a discarded Christmas tree on the curb this morning. It was sad. Mine is still up and twinkling and looking very promising. I shall of course take it down after Twelfth night, which reminds me I need to buy a Kings cake on Friday.   I made one a few years ago and the children thought it was awful. I however thought it was much tastier than the store bought ones. I tried a couple of years ago to find a bakery who could do a real nice one but no one did. They referred me to the grocery stores.  Big sigh here…….

I am going to contact www.LochaberHighlandEstates.com  this morning and find out exactly which tartan is mine. I have seen one last year, two different ones last night.  Lady Tamara has Burns night supper coming up this year and I wish to be draped in the proper one. I also will need it for Tartan Day and I want a length of ribbon of it for the bouquet for the Alamo at the memorial event.  Maybe I can wear all of them. Dress like a quilt and include bits and pieces from all my kin.   I did not see any way to order any of it. But this I believe is the right one. Lovely.....

I can hear the trash truck down the street I must get my bin out to the curb.

Cheers!

Compatible

Monday I intend to go get my registration. Fail….I forgot my paperwork. Tuesday I intend to go and take care of my car registration and I have the paperwork. I call my mother to discuss our dinner plans and she asks what my day is like I am telling her. Meanwhile I have arrived at a car registration place and am sitting in the parking lot. She tells me City Hall will do car registration for free. I find this hard to believe so after she rings off I call City Hall. I am transferred to the water department because the city office has not a clue. Yes they do it but there is a charge. Fine….. all I need is my paperwork and proof of insurance. I go through my purse. No insurance. Bugger! I do not want to drive back home and back to city hall. So …… today is the third attempt. I should get it right. Does this sort of controlled chaos happen to anyone else?

Has anyone else seen that marriage proposal that went wrong at the UCLA Basketball game? I felt so bad for that young man. I felt bad for her. However….. You all knew there would be a however didn’t you? She could have said yes in public and then later after the game in private told him no, she could have slapped him before running out; she could have screamed and then run out. She looks like she understands the situation and even pauses to consider before she runs out. Maybe she was disappointed in the ring. She could have fixed that later also. She could have said yes and then asked him to ask her again in a more romantic setting if that was her issue. None of my marriage proposals were delivered in an “I have been dreaming of this my whole life” kind of way.  Only one was a total surprise and it did not happen with a ring being presented. What really gets me upset was the crowd reaction. The cruelty of the other males ( I will not call them men…EVER!!!!) is horrible and made an already awkward, humiliating experience even worse. Instead of rallying around their own kind they turn like a pack of dogs on him. It is disgusting. The hostess who caught them on film tried to smooth it over by claiming the girl just got camera shy. 

Here is a question that has plagued me since I call recall…..why is the soft fluffy side of flannel on the outside and the non-fluffy part on the inside of clothes that are made of flannel. It makes no sense to me. The fabric used to make sweat pants and hoogies puts the fluffy side on the inside why not flannel?

I watched the Quadrantid  Meteor  shower last night and saw one vague spark. I watched the skies as I walked this morning and saw nothing. This was supposed to be the best meteor shower of 2012. Uhmmm….. If that was it, we are going to all be sorely disappointed for the rest of the year. If I even see one brilliant flash I call it a good show but to see one vague flicker? At least I saw that. I will watch again tonight there may be some heroic stragglers.

Where is the cook? Lady Tamara www.LairdOfLochaber.com

would like her eggs and Blueberry crisp now……Hello???? Maybe a couple sausages also. Hello??????

Is there an online dating service that hooks up women with Scottish men who do NOT want to move here? I signed up for e-harmony once years ago and do you know what? They never in four weeks found one single male compatible with me and then asked me to join for a fee after the 4 week trial period….Really?.....haha  No man compatible, maybe I am destined for more than just a mere mortal man. Maybe I am supposed to have a gaggle you know like an accessory, one for sporting events, one for opera, one for tropical vacations, one for crazy road trips, like jewelry or shoes.

Being a daughter of the KING of kings maybe, all I need is my Dad the KING.

Well, let’s go get Charles registered.

Lord Voldemort

The Headlines said “See what your horoscope predicts for 2012”. Really?  I am going to pass on that. I would much rather be surprised. Some things I may want a warning or a bit of a heads up about but for the most part surprise me.  Actually not really sure what I could or would do if I did have a warning. Well I suppose if we had known that every liquor store in town was going to be closed last night my favorite Shoe and J would have brought Mr. Beam with them.  I however had bought myself a very fine bottle of bourbon for Christmas and we sipped on that.  So for the past three days every liquor store in Texas was ordered to close. Who knew? Maybe the people who buy alcohol regularly? That did not include me or Shoe or J. I suppose that is a good thing…haha…

I downloaded my first book to my new nook. I went to Barnes and Noble online and headed straight for Dean Koontz Frankenstein series and purchased book 4. I am enjoying the nook, we shall call him Ian. I have been playing around with him and he is like taking my laptop without the weight and bulkiness. I need to find a cover for him, or a sleek sexy little case, something very James Bond or very Shakespeare.  I was hoping he would slide into my padfolio but that is not happening. So now I have a purse, padfolio, 2 phones and Ian to carry around. I need a James to carry it all (except the purse) around for me. I could step up my client circle with that kind of help. A sleek efficient assistant…yeah!

Back to Frankenstein I had read books 1-3 in December and January. They were a Christmas present. Then bought what I thought was book 4 but turned out to be book 5 back in May and have been waiting all this time. Apparently 2 years have passed in the book time line so I am ok.

I have given myself a budget of $10 for table decorations each month for Chamber Luncheons. I managed to stay in that budget for 2 months. I think December may have gone a little over that but I bought stuff yesterday and stayed right at about $13. Not bad. I would like to work with several flower shops in the area and get them to donate a few things now and again. I could put that on my agenda for this week or next. Which reminds me for some reason, that I need to schedule an art show at the bank so I will be calling Larry today?  

Yes, my neighbor was here on time this morning.

So I am at the local Goodwill store yesterday buying some raggedy old jeans for the centerpieces for the Luncheon tables when an employee of the facility rolls a cart right up to my leg and then stands there staring at me with that defiant ‘I am an angry teenage girl and I have no idea why” look. I turn to her as I realize she is there and ask her if she needs to get by me. She gives me that teenage girl “You are stupider than my little brother “look.  Having raised 4 daughters this look has no effect on me and I smile at her knowing this will raise her hackles. She huffs very loudly and takes up that “I am not going to move” stance that only teenage girls can perform. This performance begs for my full attention so I turn to face her. This shatters her a bit. While she is still unsettled from that aggressive response in me I take a step toward her. She backs up with her rolly cart. I smile; she looks a bit uncertain, her eyes are a little frightened, “Oh! Do you need to get by here?” I ask very cheerfully. She narrows her eyes at me ( I suppose that was to frighten me….haha) I still have not moved as she starts to move the cart again. She stops and glares at me smiling at her and then she points and huffs again.  “Oh you do need by…sure” I am beginning to think she cannot speak or hear. I move. She rolls her cart by and very clearly asks the cashier a question. “A simple excuse me would have been polite. She glares at me and storms off. I am thinking the child needs a teddy bear. (See photo of Teddy Bear)  Meanwhile I mentioned in the store that I am looking for a cow and this man overhears me and while I am standing in line he comes rushing over with a cow. Brilliant I thank him and he glows all over.  You would have thought that Lady Tamara www.HighlandTitles.com  had bestowed upon him her favor for a tournament. “I shall win this tournament for you Lady”.

I just heard a very enthusiastic commercial for i-phone, i-pad and Android users. Like we are different from others, our choice of electronics set us apart, we are the elite. No longer does your address matter or the car you drive just what techie toys you have and use. We are the chosen, the golden people. We get things you mere muggles cannot and will not have. Since I have a nook and it was not mentioned I assume only the very wonderful, magical, way upper class people have those and the golden people cannot aspire to that so it is not mentioned. Like a Bentley commercial. You never hear one but they exist.

I heard a rumor that the LV people believe is Louis Vuitton is actually Lord Voldemort…..just saying I heard it….. 

Whip it

I am attempting to change my morning routine this year. I say attempting rather than am doing. This allows for changes or for me to later say “what was I thinking?” This will not allow the word failure to enter. This being said I awoke at my normal hour and was scheduled to walk for 20 minutes with a neighbor. This neighbor is a male and I inform you of this because he failed. Not that I am surprised by this he had a 30/70 chance. Men of my acquaintance tend to be failures. Dad and Grandfathers excluded. So are my high school biology and English teachers. I even allowed him a 5 minute late “oops”. He just showed up at my door dressed and ready for a walk. 45 minutes after our scheduled time. I am amused. He probably will not be late tomorrow. To be honest I enjoyed the alone time. No idle chatter just walking and breathing and posture and pacing. Enjoying the early morning the stars the light lavender brush strokes on the eastern horizon, the stars, the chimes that were hanging randomly on the occasional porch.

My cup of tea tastes a little friendlier after a brisk walk. Brings to mind the mornings I was up and pacing the beach when I lived on the island. Coming home to a pot of coffee, getting the girls ready for school, spending time in chats with GOD, miss those days.

I am still enjoying Christmas music. I have switched to total instrumental pieces. The tree is still twinkling and decorations are up. The best is still to come. Christmas is never over until Twelfth Night. It has been a tradition since I was little to celebrate the Christmas season through to Twelfth Night. I set out delicacies of almonds, dates and baklava for the Magi and carrots for their animals. They in turn leave gifts.

Shaggy was thrilled New Year’s day. Father Time and Baby New Year brought her a Glee calendar and golden earrings and bangles as they passed by.

So, Shaggy and I waltz into Starbucks and we order coffee and as we are waiting I notice in a corner, with his laptop open and his headphones on, a cup of coffee on the table and, a few papers scattered about is a man asleep. He is leaned back in the chair, his mouth fallen open and softly snoring. Does he have Narcolepsy? Is Starbucks coffee defective today? Is he a kidnapper and his victim drugged him and escaped? Is he a homeless guy who is just carrying about a broken laptop he opens and pretends to use and orders a cup of decaf so he can get some sleep in a warm friendly place?

Speaking of Starbucks, there are two locations near my house. Both are always busy. Where did people get their coffee from before? Dennys? Home? MacDonalds? Truckstops? I really have no idea. There is no excuse either for shoddy service or rude behavior or “put upon” attitudes. You work at a coffee shop. You can drink all the coffee you want. Strap on a smile and be happy to see people. They are there because they want a bit of Happiness, Pick me up, Joy in a cup. They are paying for it. Provide it!!!!!

One more thing…. Starbucks!!! Are you married to your bloody whipped cream? When I specify whip, bloody well put it on the coffee!!! A lot, a mega dose, I want to see whipped cream escaping out of the little sippy slot in the lid. Please inform Miss I am the Barista of this. I am paying you 4 times too much already for the bad attitude and, bitter coffee. A little more whip would wipe out the rest. I would get my coffee from somewhere else but Seattle’s Best left with Borders, Mac Donald’s does not use soy and neither does Sonic. I miss It’s a Grind. Maybe I should check into buying a franchise I know just the location for one

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Car registration on my agenda today what is on yours? I am thinking Lady Tamara www.HighlandTitles.com should have people to do this sort of thing for her.