Nunu Nasty

I have, through a simple game of “What is in your purse?” at a 31 party become an independent consultant.  

I had managed to collect a vast number of tickets and mine was drawn to receive free shipping on a product selection designed for new consultants. I had been debating the selection just for the shear product volume for the price. I had just about made up my mind to not get it when my ticket was drawn for free shipping. Miss S actually had to repeat the number 3 times before I noticed it was mine I was so engrossed in shopping for something else.  I had no design on being a consultant but through divine intervention here I am. I am not sure I will actively pursue this; home parties are not my “cup a’ tea” but I will certainly let my friends and family in on my secret career. 

Great excuse for hosting a party and inviting friends over for lavender margaritas.

I have been writing my nephew letters a couple times a week when he sends me a note explaining he cannot read my handwriting. I have now compared my writing with my grandmother’s handwriting and mine is perfectly legible. My grandmother had the uncanny ability to write like every word was a map of America. There would be a huge flourish for the first letter of each word and then a slightly curvy line in the middle sometimes one hump crossed because it was a “t” and an occasional hump with a dot over it as though it was a lower case “I”, ending in another flourish of her pen. So you could tell what letter started each word and what letter ended each word and were left to guess the middle. He is lucky!

I stayed in most of the weekend chasing ghosts from Lancashire which I am slowly discovering after 18 months of research may not be mine. So, I backed up to work backward in time and to acquaint myself with aunts and uncles and brothers and sisters of ancient relatives looking for more clues. I came across an elusive Elizabeth. She shows up as a daughter perhaps born in Virginia or maybe in Indiana after hours on Sunday and not being satisfied. I start looking for ever Elizabeth Gibson in Edward County the last place rumor says she was. All I really had was she died in Edward County with no date no other information.  Her parents had moved to Clay County Illinois so I started there.  I then came across and old book with the name Selina Elizabeth Gibson, 2^nd married a Shurtleff and died in Prairie Buck, Illinois. I checked and not one contact I have has her name as Selina. But then later in the book it mentions her mother Eva and her father Jacob. I had found her. So Happy!!

I must get my walking sandals on and head for the trails. We saw a Cedar Waxwing on Friday what shall we find today? I will tell you what I saw. Creepy homeless guy; he drives out to the park and sleeps in his car all day.

One more thing; you moms out there who pick up your babies nunu (pacifier) after it falls to the ground, pop it in your mouth to clean it off and then shove it back into your baby’s mouth…..really???? Let me guess you do not wash your hands after your own toilet let alone after changing your baby’s diaper or picking up dog shite from an accident on your floor either do you?  You watch your little toddler struggle to stay seated on the toilet by grabbing a hold of the toilet seat to balance and then you march them off to eat a sticky peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Did you stop to wash their hands? No?? Well then just serve them food off the toilet!!!!!  What do you think hand soap is for to decorate? Because it has a fish on it and so does your shower curtain?

I just switched shifts with a volunteer at the office so I have to go.

Happy hand washing!