So, my Internet and cable have been out for several days and sadly the techs couldn't figure out how to fix it w/out sending someone to the house. Heavens! I haven't folded the laundry, dusted or washed dishes in days! I think I managed to reboot the modem and cable box so many times that the technology fairies had enough of me because I'm up and running again! And the AT&T guy doesn't have to come in and see my mess! he he he
I hope you each had a wonderful Easter and enjoyed some Southern Gospel and a good peanut butter egg! Mmmm.....love those eggs!
My Easter was great; I spent the afternoon with Mom. Wait....the time with my Mom was wonderful however what I'm about to share with you will never be spoken of again.... I mean it!
Mom and I went to a steakhouse for lunch and were just having a great time. After our meal was delivered the waiter struck up a conversation with Mom; somewhere between asking her if she liked her steak and my drooling like a cave-woman over mine he said to me, "You're pretty...". Huh? Ok, well thanks but I'm kind of busy right now with this steak. He and Mom continued to talk and then he leaned close to me, smiled and said.... "I really like older women." Ok...my instinct was to say, who the heck cares dude! Then what he said sank in.... "You're pretty. I like older women." Mr. Balding Waiter - are you seriously calling me an older woman! WHAT??? I must have had a rather stunned and cheek-filled-with-food look on my face as he proceeded to tell me that he bets I can pay my own bills and that I'm independent. I swear, if I hadn't been so busy licking the peppercorn sauce off my fork I would have smacked his balding, 28 year old head!
In my mind, I'm still a gangly 12 year old without a clue but I'm reminded constantly that I'm not by the really cute college boys that work at Smoothie Factory that keep calling me Ma'am (please do not call the cops on me for putting that in print) and the bouncer at a neighborhood bar that REFUSED to card. I can handle those reminders, even the reminder when I purchase a bottle of wine from a liquor store and rather than carding me the woman asks me to smile so she can see how wrinkly my eyes are. I can handle those minor reminders but to be referred to as an older woman. Sweet Mother of Pekingese what is that all about???? That was almost 24 hours ago and I'm still stunned. When did I become an older woman? I"m 36...holy crap....I"m 36! Holy crap....
Ok...so before I go off the deep end...I want to share some of my newest creations. I'm pretty proud of these; I can tell my perspective is getting a little clearer (and so is my head after a nice sip of my "medicine").
The Fairy in a Jar is an idea from Dawn at The Feathered Nest. The wings are the history of Mom's name and I used some pretty paper to cover the top of the jar.
The next are different 3x5 cards that I made along with a circular fairy with the history of my name.
Why oh why can't I get these pictures to go in the right direction? Again...I'm so traumatized by being called an older woman that I can't even load a picture correctly...
I do hope all of you are well; thank you so much for your comments and laughs! I treasure each one. Let me know if any young punks have ever called you an older woman! ha ha ha
Best wishes and high hopes to you,
Jennie and the older dogs