The case if the Carya illinoinensis

I had an intense craving for pecan pie last night so off we went to the store. I bought a single serving slice of Southern Georgia Pecan Pie.

 I wonder did the pecans in that pie actually come from Georgia. I ate it when I got home in about three bites. This had me wondering on my walk this morning, about, what must be in a pecan, what is the nutritional value. What was in that little treasure that my body was screaming at me to eat?  When you listen your body will tell you what it wants to eat I remember from studies and notes and practical experience. So I looked it up.

Vitamin E lots of Vitamin E. This vitamin E offers neurological protection ( I need that).  They have several different forms of antioxidants found only in pecans. Gamma tocopherols found in vitamin E. Sounds like some sort of laser gun emittance .  Inhibit unwanted blood oxidation; we do not want this to happen, it is like rust in your blood. More antioxidant activity than any other tree nut.

They lower cholesterol and LDL cholesterol. Gluten free.

Here is a fun one. They aid in weight loss. I am moving to a pecan farm!  They may increase your metabolic rate and aid in the feeling of fullness after eating.  No sodium.  Dietary fiber, 19 vitamins and minerals including potassium and vitamin A. WOW!, B-1, Thiamin, Protein, and magnesium.

Very little saturated fat and  no trans-fat.

According to the Georgia Pecan Commission ; Pecans have an excellent nutritional profile. Sounds like a dating sight.

Facts to WOW and amaze your friends. (In case you are ever on Jeopardy or that other show in the taxi).

There are approximately 78 pecans in every pie.( It is a weight ratio thing.)

Pecans are the only nut trees native to America!  Well now how do you feel about Pecan Pie on our American Thanksgiving?

Georgia is the top Pecan producing state and has been since the 1800s.

Here is something to blow you away. There are over 500 varieties of Pecans.

Pecans are part of the hickory family.

The word Pecan is from the Algonquian word meaning "nut". Algonquians are Native to America. They were the welcoming committee for the Pilgrims.

President Thomas Jefferson was enamored by the flavor of pecans. He had trees imported from Louisiana to Montcello.

The Atlanta committee for the 1996 Olympics held in Atlanta chose Pecan wood for the handles of the torches that lit the bowl of flames!

I will leave you with one last fact. Nut is the root word of Nutrition.

Lady Tamara www.LochaberHighlandEstates.com is going back to the store for some pecans. She can make her own pie!

Breakfast Letters: $69 flight

Breakfast Letters: $69 flight: Southwest apparently knows I am/was looking for a flight out of here and fed me some ads claiming I could fly one way starting at $69. Who...

$69 flight

Southwest apparently knows I am/was looking for a flight out of here and fed me some ads claiming I could fly one way starting at $69. Whooot !!!! I immediately went in search of my cheap flight and low and behold if I am booking transportation in April it was very cheap.

 To try and fly out of here Monday night you would have thought I was buying an airplane and making a down payment. So you know where I went? I went nowhere. Nowhere is where I went. Maybe I should fly to Sacramento on a Monday and we just drive wherever and I fly back from Utah on a Thursday. Make it happen No.2

Remember the tea cup that shattered yesterday morning as I was making tea? I wondered if that would be an indication as to how my day was going to go. Well, here is what I learned. Shattered tea cups mean your water will be turned off. Not first thing in the morning, oh no. In the middle of the morning when you least expect it such as, the second right after you pump three globs of liquid soap into your hands and lather it up. 

Turn the faucet and ……no water. At first you feel shock, then confusion, dismay, anger, humor. I like it when I get to the humor part of a situation. Sometimes it is quickly sometimes it is not. I giggle as I recall an emergency bottle of water I keep in my closet. This seemed like an emergency to me. I then went on line to look for a phone number of the city water department. Guess what, there is not a phone number on their web site is. ( I want to interrupt us here for a moment and point something out. Do you see the sentence before this one that starts with Guess?  One that sounds like Yoda said it? That is a sentence correction form Microsoft. So if any of you are wondering where Yoda works….

it is at Microsoft.) There used to be but now they have a new web site and no phone number. Brilliant! I am again a wee bit fussed up but giggle. I do a facebook search. There is the phone number. I call. I have been terminated due to a balance of $29 carried over from January. This I thought was funny. I drive over to pay it. “I am current otherwise?”  “Yes ma’am, you were terminated from a past due amount.” She says. Are you all thinking what I am thinking?  How much again? Well $55 including the reconnect fee. Reconnect fee? I am thinking maybe I need this job. Water re-connector. I am imagining the water guy driving out to my house and getting out of a truck and with a huge pipe wrench turning it back on. I imagine him having to drive 20 miles out of his way to do this. 

My neighbors will be thrilled and beam with malicious glee. They will be in their homes doing a happy dance at my misfortune. (If you have been following these letters for the past couple years you will understand about my neighbors.) So I pay and  she looks at me and says “oh no ma’am it is $129.” Huh?? “oh no Ma’am yourself it is not. You told me not 5 minutes ago it was $55, you told me on the phone it was $55. She wants to argue with me. I increase the size of the smile on my face, ( yes I was smiling) take a deep breath and pause as I exhale. This gave her the moment she needed to panic. I looked down at the paper she is now franticly searching when her finger glides over my name twice. I realize she is confused. I told her she was looking at the wrong name. Try the one below where her finger was. We got through that only to have her apply the amount due not the amount over I wanted to pay forward. Again we step into panic. Never mind just process it like you have. No worries. “I will schedule it to be turned back on.” Thank you. I drive home it is 2.7 miles. There is no water guy at my house. There is no water truck in my hood. I walk in my house. Hear a gurgle and presto I have water. I had to pay an extra $24 to have some person enter 38 key strokes on a computer? Really?

Lady Tamara www.LairdOfLochaber.com  will be looking for a job at the water company today.

What will you are doing? (Look Yoda struck again)

Breakfast Letters: Assignment Zombie

Breakfast Letters: Assignment Zombie: Nice article on yahoo this morning via Glamour on what my shoes tell guys. Other than stripper heels (which I have not worn since I was ...

Assignment Zombie

Nice article on yahoo this morning via Glamour on what my shoes tell guys. Other than stripper heels (which I have not worn since I was 26) my shoes say I am wearing these shoes. I wear sandals or boots. I do not dress my feet with the thought “what will he think about this? “I suppose some girls do. My boots say she is a pirate and takes no prisoners

 and my sandals say she is a gypsy and she wishes she was in Greece.

 There, simple yes? If my shoes are saying anything else it is “If you do not like my shoes you can buy me some others.”

Now on to another thing that has me puzzled. Men are apparently crushing on Flo from the Progressive ads. Really? I used to enjoy the Flo commercials until I learned some ugly things about the company. Now I find her annoying. She is not the company I know. She is the face. But she is on the sign in page of yahoo and I hate it!!!

I have changed my routine this morning. I walked a bit further. I am staying down stairs instead of totting my tea tray upstairs. I have opened every window in the house to catch the cool morning air and as I was getting my tea cup out of the cabinet another tea cup committed suicide. That has me a wee bit nervous. It is an indication of how the rest of my day will go. Shattered?

I was on a photo safari this weekend to capture Zombies. I was very sure they did not exist. A TV show, another naked teenage girl movie, a figment of an ex-boyfriends imagination. But there I was headed out at 7:00 am on a Saturday with a mission. Find Zombies and bring back photographic evidence. We entered the park and drove to where a herd of people were congregated. We stepped from our vehicle wary of what we may find. Hoping the flash of a camera would keep them startled and leery of us. A woman ushered us into the fray. Everyone looked normal to me so I asked her about the alleged Zombie reports. “Oh they are here. Look right over there.” We cautiously headed in the direction of her point. Sure enough there they were teenage mutant ninja Zombies. They were ragged and bloody and bedraggled but laughing.

 I took a few photos to keep them stunned with my camera flash and then the leader of the Zombies came up behind us and thanked us for photographing the Zombie 5k run/walk. This was a fund raiser event for Steele High School’s Project Graduation. I can now say I have seen, talked and survived Zombies.  Can I put that on a resume?

The park in which the event took place was beautiful.

My Tony has offered to fly me to Ventura for the week so Lady Tamara must hunt down some tickets. He did not tell me what his budget was…..hhhmmmmm   First Class on United is always best.

I will be introducing our cow today and we will need a name for him so please look for it and send me suggestions.

Does British Air fly from here to Cali……….

Pink skinny jeans

Ok so Mrs. Jenner put on pink skinny jeans, leather jacket and leopard print mules and went shopping. Is it news worthy? Do we really care? Some stalking paparazzi caught her dressing like a P.O.W. (person of Wal-Mart) to go shopping at Wal-Mart. The photo was taken in a parking lot. Maybe it was that store or maybe it was Penney’s. Does it really matter? She is 56 she has earned the right to dress how she pleases. She is not your mom! If some photographer had not been there and taken the shot you would never know and you would not have to pen out angry words tearing the woman to shreds. My question is how do you feel now? Better? Has she done something to you? Do you even know her? Are you her most intimate friend? Did her son tell you in a moment of humiliation how he felt about a photo of his pregnant mom? My children try to get me to dress like that and I am almost her age. Would you prefer she dress like a frumpy dowdy hag? Would you quit criticizing her? No you would lambast her still and more for her “old Lady” fashion sense. No one is slamming you for your paratrooper khaki boyfriend pants and Hanes brand white t-shirt with 14 year old Doc Martins

 you destroyed during your Emo years in High School. She looks healthy, she is running errands, she is not doing a lot of things she could be doing. Leave her alone.

I did not see you pull off the interstate at 79 mph. The sign says exit speed 40 by the way. I looked and did not see you in the lane behind me. I signaled I moved over. You sped up and started flashing you bright lights. How did that work for you? Was that effective? I imagine you assumed I pulled over in front of you just to piss you off. Fool, I do not even know you. You then decided to go Mach 8 up the access road passing me, turning at the light, driving full throttle through the Forum. At this point I believe you or someone in your vehicle is bleeding to death and you trying to get to the med clinic.  I am praying you get there in time. But you did not go to the Med Clinic. You parked outside of Petco. You broke every speed limit in Selma to pick up your Yorkie from the groomer? You left your Pomeranian at doggie day camp? You were reckless for a dog? You endangered other people for a dog?

 What kind of hoops do you jump through for your children?

Lady Tamara www.LochaberHighlandEstates.com is considering selling her current property and buying some far far farther out in the wilds of Scotland where there are no pet pampering, fashion critics. Where I can sit and have tea with Jean McLeod and wear a tartan skirt with a flowered shirt and an argyle sweater and we can watch my Scottish deer hound bound about chasing rabbits and getting in the brambles.

If you will excuse me I must find a realtor.

Breakfast Letters: Tuscarora

Breakfast Letters: Tuscarora: I pulled into the parking lot were Shaggy works. I drive to the back door to let her out. It is not yet 5. A vehicle pulls in to the slotte...

Tuscarora

I pulled into the parking lot were Shaggy works. I drive to the back door to let her out. It is not yet 5. A vehicle pulls in to the slotted parking area to the side of us and the entire Kardashian family gets out. Yep a herd of dark haired, over dressed, short on fabric, wants to be Kardashians with a male escort tumbled out of a white Mercedes. I thought Shaggy was being mean spirited but when I looked I could not believe my eyes. She was right.  There they were a lovely herd of Kardashians.   I hope they enjoyed their meal. It was like the game we play at the airport, who is the international spy, drug dealer, air marshal, celebrity, you know…..people watching.

I was doing a wee bit of ghost hunting last night on my grandfathers’ family. I started with his Mother, and found a proof of marriage where they spelled my Great Grandfather’s name as Maris. I then moved to her father. He came to America in 1861. One account says from Manchester and one from Lancashire England. He sailed over on a ship called the Tuscarora out of Liverpool, owned by a Quaker family out of Pennsylvania. The ship was lost at sea some years later. This had me up this morning researching on the ship and looking for images and going down rabbit holes about ancient families and ghost stories of other families who came over on the Tuscarora also.  So far all the other ghosts of either of my parents have been here since the 1600s. I looked at the time and oops! It was late. So this is short. 

Has me wondering though …… why would a family change their name during the Ulster plantation,  a family that retained all their considerable wealth? Why? Who were they hiding from and why? Not just one or two members of the family, the entire family. It is like the dinosaurs. Where did they go? You know they were here but how and why and where? 


Maybe Lady Tamara www.LochaberHighlandEstates.com
owns more of Scotland then she knows. Hmmmmmm......

What ship did your people arrive on?

Breakfast Letters: Air Bender

Breakfast Letters: Air Bender: Our Gala theme this year is Holiday on 5 th Avenue A Red and Black Affair. We get to create the menu so I have been looking for inspirati...

Air Bender

Our Gala theme this year is Holiday on 5^th Avenue A Red and Black Affair. We get to create the menu so I have been looking for inspiration from restaurants in Manhattan. I spent about 20 minutes looking. I wonder how long it will take for google to assume I am going to New York and start feeding me ads about it? This could be annoying and it could be helpful. Maybe a few more searches on my own and google will start helping. I know I had mentioned meat once on facebook and they overwhelmed me with ads and photographs of all kinds of raw meat, cooked meat, hunting trios, it was disgusting. Finally a friend suggested I looked for castles in France that cater to Lesbian vegetarians. You know what? That worked. No more meat. I did get a few castle suggestions and they kept suggesting Melissa Eathridge but at least there was no more meat. Yeah!!!

My granddaughter is here with me. I picked her up last night. She is not here a lot so she did not remember Goblins name so I told her when she asked “what is that?” and pointed at him. Goblin “Globin?” hahah  sure honey call him Globin. Well G-man was having nothing to do with that. He sauntered off looking insulted. She was not the least insulted by his rude behavior. She followed him around trying to show him her telescope she had made with a toilet paper role. I had finally had enough. “G, you stop and look at her telescope!!” He stopped he turned and looked right at me and grumbled out a reeeowwwr. He looked at her telescope he sniffed the end. She was so excited. “Globlin likes my telescope!” yes he does. I was surprised he stopped. Like he understood, weird, If I am out of catfood and need to go to the store I tell him I am out and am leaving to go to the store he just glares and sits in front of his bowl grumbling like he does NOT understand.  Do you think he has selective hearing like a teenager?

SO there I was doing my morning Tai Chi when I felt a tickle in my nose. I ignored I was in Zen mode. It is just me, Johnny Depp and GOD. I am an air bender. It is great, or was right up until I was moving cloud hands, big sneeze, wild horse, sneeze, catch and strike, sneeze, Whip,  sneeze-sneeze, catch and strike, sneeze and by the time I moved the mountain I was off balance and out of my rhythm. Laughing, laughing very hard.  Johnny was just grinning. GOD was giggling. I was done.

I have come to the conclusion that Lady Tamara  www.LairdOfLochaber.com has dominion over one small spider and he was staging a revolt. He challenged me in the kitchen not once but twice. I chased him away and he disappeared into a cabinet. Well I was not about to go look for him. Later he had staked out a spot midway up a door jamb and was lurking. I lecture him on his responsibilities and the fact that he is to be outside not inside. He refuses to budge. Now mind you he is downstairs by a door that opens to Harry Potter’s room. I go on about my evening and after several hours prepare for bed and as I am brushing my teeth, upstairs in my bathroom little spider man crawls out from behind my toothpaste basket and stares at me with a triumphant gleam. I finish calmly brushing, I glare back, I pick up my glass of water and pour it on him, I turn on the water over the sink and after rinsing my mouth I tell him…”you were warned peasant!!! Be gone!” The last time I saw him he was going down the drain.

Anyone care to join me this morning for some more air-bending? Johnny will be there.

Hooker Shower

I awoke this morning with a start realizing I had forgotten to do something. I absolutely dislike starting this way. I was supposed to send in the new business plaque presentation photos to the paper. I actually thought I had. In my mind I can replay the entire two emails that do not really exist. (This is actually what should be causing me more alarm.) I awoke believing I had not gotten the proofs back and in a panic as to why. My first thought was that something had happened to M-Shell. This caused me even more anxiety, right up to where I actually remembered I never sent them in. Well, this set in motion the reprimanding of self, which of course sent me into prayer where GOD was laughing, at me. Like when you laugh at a beloved pet that does something amusing. (Not that GOD thinks I am a cat.) More like a joyful laugh. That laser beam of light toy were you wiggle it around and the cat chases it all over the floor and walls trying to catch something that will never be caught.  laser You are not being mean, you are playing and you laugh, that laugh. If I wanted that in the paper silly girl you would have remembered.  I hear him say. So, that being said, I am turning the two photos in today. I apologize two both of you for …..well…..you can call it my failure if it eases your mind I will call it “WOW! My bad I do not know what happened.” 

We had tornado warnings all over the county last night. I kept getting emails from the National Weather Service on the progress of the tornado. I moved a huge blanket into the Harry Potter room and had the kids load it up with pillows. I believe there must be no less than 26 in the room now. There is water and candles and flashlights and lighters. Shaggs disconnected her Xbox to save it. Then the cloud system birthing the tornados dissipated and the warnings were terminated.  We still had warnings of hail and the rain drops were ice cold so we put Charles in the garage. My neighbor’s taped card board boxes to their vehicle. I do not think it hailed and the thunderstorms did not roll in until very late or very early depending on you calculate the night. I awoke right before they started. I had my windows open and the calm is what brought me out of sleep and then a flock of chattering birds went by and in the distance I could hear thunder rolling and the lightning flashes were brighter. Then rain and I was up closing windows. A loud clap of thunder awoke Shaggy and she turned on the DVD in her room and proceeded to watch a movie and was soon back asleep. I do not remember falling asleep. I remember rearranging my pillows and getting comfortable after checking the Butterfly for tornado warnings.

The wind is still howling and my internet is off. Lady Tamara  www.HighlandTitles.com is going to pour another cup of tea and start he fireplace.

My cats are both staring at me as if to say, “what laser beam of light? What have you been doing to make us look stupid? You are laughing at us why?” Now Goblin is fussed up and attempting to gain access to my lap while I sit here and write. I think he is trying to read this letter so as to be sure I am not giving away cat secrets or something.

Shaggy came home yesterday all fired up over a baby shower at work. Apparently the bleach blonde hoochie mama gang were holding a baby shower for one of their own. She said about 23 bleach blonde, high-heel (I typed it as hell the first time…heehee) wearing, extreme mini skirt flaunting, females came in and were rude to her. Treated her like a servant as she held the door for them.  “Mom?”  she asks “who dresses like they are going clubbing for a baby shower?” Hookers?, Bimbos? Daddy’s little darlings? Girls with no self-esteem?  “Everyone thought they were gorgeous.” Were they I asked? “To look at, yes mom, but they were ugly too.” Ugly how? “Well when they first walked up I thought they were beautiful, and they were but after the way they treated me and other people on the staff I found them ugly.” Did other staff complain about them? “No, they just blew it off as that is the way beautiful people act.” Do you act that way? “No,  but…” But what? “ I am not beautiful like they were.”  I smiled. Oh but Shaggy you are much more beautiful.

The advice I will leave you is from my daughter. If you are NOT Snookie and live in New Jersey, do NOT dress like Snookie and live in San Antonio! 

Redneck Buggy

Shaggy and I were traveling through our local Wal-Mart getting some cream for our coffee and tea when we decide to detour into baby land to look for a St. Patrick’s Day dress or shirt or something for my granddaughter. Well they had boy shirts and hoogies and pants and sweaters size 5 and up. They had infant onesies and jammies and leggings and shirts and dresses 0-12 months. Do you see what we did not see? No 18 month or 24 month or anything for a girl at all under the size of 10. Did Congress pass a law against toddler size girls celebrating St. Patrick’s Day? Are small girls out-lawed in Ireland? Are green dresses forbidden? I was fussed up and I was sharing my opinion.

A few days later we go in for items to make tacos. We parade into the lobby no problem. We march to the doors and what the ????? Three female type creatures have each engaged the service of a buggy and have entered and proceeded to stop, right inside the door. They swish open (just like the doors on the Enterprise) and we take two steps and come to a screeching halt. We cannot get through. We back up, loop around the table with the person peddling ??? not sure what and prance through the out door. This rude, inconsiderate, doltish behavior has once again fussed me up and I proceed to say as we go by “ hey why don’t you grab a buggy walk through the door and stop. Yeah, all three of you. Do you know each other?” Two employees who are standing there look at me and say “ oops I am sorry what?” (very politely I might add). “I was simply saying that perhaps those creatures should each get a basket, come in and stop just inside the front door so no one else can get in.” The employees look over to where I point, look back at me and then together say …….”huh?” OOOOyyyy !!! I scream in my head. They truly saw no problem. “Those three, the door, they stopped?” Same blank stare… Shaggy is laughing by now and grabs my arm and drags me off to get groceries.

Oh yes there is more….. We go in to Wal-Mart tonight to grab a bag of cat food. I have promised myself and Shaggy that no matter what crazy thing we see, I will not say a word. We will walk straight in, get the cat food, and get out. No looking, no stopping. We made it in through the door; we made it to the cat food. I even smiled at all the other shoppers. We are on our way to a checkout stand when I look up and there in our path not 6 aisles away is Jr. and his daughter. She is bringing over a buggy and he is holding 4 bottles of water and a couple other items. He hollers toward her direction “do we really need a buggy? People will think we are Rednecks!” I suck in my breath. “Oh no he did not??!!” I am thinking. Then it starts in my toes and flutters its way to my mouth. I bite my lips. I am trying….GOD knows I am trying. ( Redneck??? He is in Wal-Mart wearing I might add, a camouflaged ball cap and he is afraid if he pushes a buggy the other shoppers will think he is a Redneck?) I stare straight at him. I slide right up to him and I ask “Are you a Redneck?” (oh yeah I sure did!!!) Shaggy looks mortified, she had not heard what he had said. He turns bright red and stutters… “you heard that?” His daughter is laughing. I keep walking and do not look back.

I could write a book on my adventures at Wal-Mart.

I cooked the meat and onions. I smashed up the herbs. I started rue and then added a wee bit of ale and some peas and carrots and everything else. I have started the beer bread. It is St. Patrick’s Day and Shaggy and I are celebrating this evening. I pick her up from work hours later. The house smells wonderful. I mash the potatoes and slip the beautiful Shepherd’s Pie into the oven beside the baking bread. 35 minutes later we are eating beer bread with butter, Shepherd’s Pie and watching Murphy and Connor, also known as the Boondock Saints. Bliss….Just as the movie ends S and J come in with a bottle of whiskey. She curls her hair we drink a toast and off they go. Nice evening! No hang-over.

As Lady Tamara nibbles a bagel with cream cheese she ponders no fat cream cheese. Not that she eats it. But all the flavor is in the fat and isn’t that what it is made of? So what is non-fat cream cheese made from?

For those of you who have not seen All Saints Day I will sum it up. “Who ordered the whoop-ass fajitas?”

Will someone get back to me about the cream cheese please?

Pattern / Bornish :: COLOURlovers

Pattern / Bornish :: COLOURlovers

Breakfast Letters: War of Worlds

Breakfast Letters: War of Worlds: I had just sent out the breakfast letter when there was a terrific banging and screeching of metal and horrible grinding moan. My daughter...

War of Worlds

I had just sent out the breakfast letter when there was a terrific banging and screeching of metal and horrible grinding moan. My daughter came flying out of her room and straight into mine. Her eyes were huge and she looked like a spooked rabbit. “Is it the War of the Worlds Mom?” What was that noise? Are we at war?”

 She was serious. No it is a truck load of dirt for the newly constructed house behind us. I really had no idea. I knew it was not the end of the world. I knew aliens had not attacked. I knew it was a truck and it was either unloaded or loaded something. So when it came time to watch our family night movie what did she pick? War of the Worlds.

The human behavior in the movie shocks me. The behavior of the children shocked her. When I asked her if we were in a situation of panic and emergency and I was telling you to do something or not do something would you do it? No she said she would be curious and want to check it out. Well there you go. I told her I would tell her what to do only twice and if she did not heed my warnings or advice I would leave her. This shocked her. We went through a few past experiences and she agreed about my wisdom and in beautiful independent warrior woman style looked at me and said…..yeah, but.....  

That warrior princess woman/child is un-nesting. Soon she will fly maybe a month, maybe a year. She has undecorated her room, why, because that is not who she is anymore. When I ask who she is, she does not know. This confuses her and she panics. I let it settle on her and then I offer her a way out. I know that it is not this room that she wants to re-nest. It is another room somewhere I cannot see, and neither can she but we both know it is out there. It has not been hard to let any of them go. They never were mine. They were just little people that needed what I could bring to them. Whether they found anything of use or not they may never realize but I can see it. This one is a bit different. She is the baby. The last one. I am looking forward to my “own” place. I will not stay in this big house. I have been here long enough. My gypsy pirate is stirring. She is restless and this restlessness is causing her to be fussed up. Change is coming I can feel it. The anxiety of this is near overwhelming most of the time. I cannot focus, I am in constant motion. I am sighing. I am watching the horizon.

But then maybe all I really need to do is change the curtains in the dining room and shampoo the carpets. Add the title Lady www.HighlandTitles.com to my Passport and catch a flight to Spain.

Curtain shopping anyone?

Breakfast Letters: Boss Charles

Breakfast Letters: Boss Charles: I am feeling playful today. If you were privy to my real world you would wonder how that could be. If you really know me this would not co...

Boss Charles

I am feeling playful today. If you were privy to my real world you would wonder how that could be. If you really know me this would not come as a surprise but as an affirmation I am fine. I am not fine I am divinely loved and have been given a choice. My choice? ……. how I am going to react. Yesterday I was allowed to sample one choice today I shall embrace the other.  I am feeling playful today.

My former Boss, Linda, is writing these very amusing snippets of events during her day. They usually involve her two dogs and are always hysterical. I am addicted to them. I must know what they are doing. Since I know her and her dogs and have been to her house and am familiar with her ways it is easy to visualize these random events, the look on her face, the tone of her voice, the timber of her laugh. Keep it up Boss!

Dear ignorant driver, I would not advise that you roll through a stop sign in Selma. I know that you did because you rolled out in front of me. You were attempting to intimidate me into slowing down for you so you would not have to stop and I would make way for you because as we all know You are more important than any of the rest of us in this city. Let me lay down here what happened so you will see why Charles, my Large, Cruise ship of a car had to smack you. I am driving at the recommended speed of 45. You are just coming around the horseshoe and want to turn onto the road I am on. There is traffic that has just exited off of the Interstate at 70 mph who are slowly slowing down. There is the traffic that is on the road I am on doing as I said 45.  There is not a lot of room to maneuver or slam on ones brakes because you do not wish to stop at a STOP sign. So you roll right on through the stop sign say at about 7mph. You are not in a European car that can go from 0 to 45 in .3 seconds nor are you even making an attempt to get up to speed. I do not have the room to slam on my breaks to avoid you. I cannot just move over because of the distance of the car slightly behind and to my left. I flip my turn signal on, engage the V-8 and the car to my left reacting to your selfish behavior slows down enough to allow me to whip over in front of him which of course has now blocked your entrance on to the interstate. Charles leaps into speed as I pass you and since the exit I need is just in front of you I now whip back over into my lane and turn on the signal to turn right and apply my brakes. You now are slamming on your brakes. The car that obliged my rescue of a collision with you also slows down.  Your only means of escaping a collision is now blocked.  To my unknown knight in the shiny white truck…Thank you. To the freak in the unknown grey car, Do NOT mess with Lady Tamarawww.HighlandTitles.com and Charles!

As I said I am feeling Playful!

Shall we play?

Breakfast Letters: Phone therapy

Breakfast Letters: Phone therapy: I am in a mood this morning, or rather sitting on the fence of several. The warrior wants to declare war.  The victim wants to give ...

Phone therapy

I am in a mood this morning, or rather sitting on the fence of several. The warrior wants to declare war. 

The victim wants to give up, the gypsy wants to laugh and dance for the freedom; which I would agree with except I need my bloody phone! I last used it on Friday afternoon at about 5:37. I put it in the pocket of my hoogie and locked the office doors, got into the car and drove Fin home and then myself. I put my bags down and took off the hoogie. I cannot remember where I put the hoogie, did I hang it up or throw it on to a chair and the phone fell out of the pocket. I do remember we called for a pizza but, I cannot remember whose phone we used. I cleaned house this weekend and did not see it. By now the battery is dead and I cannot call it.  I have not missed the bloody thing until last night and it was too late to ask Shaggy if she knew where it was. This is damned inconvenient!  I keep thinking I have just over looked it in my panicked quest to find it and I will walk out to my office and wham! It will be sitting right there. I am trying to remember if I heard it go off at all this weekend. It is connected to my twitter and facebook so every time I get a memo it chirps or chimes and vibrates. I cannot recall. Hhmmmmm…. I suppose I am adjusted to hearing it and tuning it out. Ok best case…I find it this morning quite by accident (because I have looked). Worst case….

Have you seen me?

I read yesterday that heart-attacks increase by over 10% on the day after the spring forward time change. Well, I for one was not about to play their statistic game so I ignored my clocks all day. Only to discover I cannot locate my phone and may have one anyway over the bloody thing. I have never lost a phone in all my years of carrying one. I feel like someone’s ancient, old, decrepit, kooky, forgetful grandma.  I have seriously had all the stress one person can manage for the past 3 years.  Does stress fat exist really? I would love the answer to be yes because then under all this stress I am still a size 8.

Thank GOD for Joshua Bell. He has the most amazing gift for playing the violin. How does he do that? Some Violinist can play beautifully. Some can play each note perfectly but I am left feeling cheated and cold. Joshua seems to bring each note life and each one has a personality that he interacts with. The music becomes a living emotional creation under his touch. He is the only violinist that can create these beautiful, sad, playful, distraught, melancholy, whimsical creatures. Listen to this Nocturne For Piano In C Sharp Minor by Fryderyk Chopin on Romance of the Violin.http://youtu.be/Q8s5aV60yFA I want this playing at my funeral. I would say in an endless loop but that may drive my visitors to revolt and I will not hear it anyway.

I am thinking maybe what I need is a little sword therapy. I have not had a sparring partner in over 6 years. There is only so much you can do to practice alone. Maybe I can add in some archery therapy. Definitely need to fire a few rounds. Add 30 minutes of belly dance to my work out today. Look I have managed to please the Warrior and the gypsy. What phone?

I have to go roll the trash bins down to the curb. Lady Tamara www.LochaberHighlandEstates.com should have staff for this sort of thing.

What are you rolling around today?