Chocolate Chip Cookies bring joy

It's starting to look a little like spring in the Chicago area.  The sun is out, the air is crisp, and it's time for chocolate chip cookies and milk.  Throw some oatmeal in the batter and you got a fantastic cookie that hugs your soul.  Everyone in the house loves these cookies.  Cept for the cats and of course the dogs can't have them because of the chocolate.  I don't measure; just throw the ingrediants together if you have an idea of the basic recipe.  Sometimes it's fun to add craisins those raisins infused with cherry juice or dried cherries.  Yum.  Great for breakfast with some steamy coffee and a newspaper.

Tales from the beauty front

Guilty as charged for using the fako press on nails for years.  I used to glue jewels, make mini paintings, pour on glitter and spend a huge amount of time focusing on long, sparkly nails.  I even had the acrylic nails put on once and felt woozy from the fumes after leaving the salon.  I promptly jammed my nail on the car door and the thing painfully cracked and almost took my real nail off.  Oh, and last but not least, (and this was recently I'm mortified to admit), I used fake press on TOE NAILS.  Yes, you heard me right.  Trouble was, the nails were REALLY long on my toes and I had just super glued them on and....well no ifs ands or buts, they looked like sh--.  Hubby immediately declared me a gargoyle with those toes.  Desperately, I  tried to pry them off and eventually they were no more.  What possesses me?  Why?  When I began seriously caregiving for my mother, for obvious hygiene reasons, I could not have phony nails anymore.  And I just didn't care anymore. 

That hair remover cream was another adventure in paradise. Yes, I did use it on my legs and it worked ok.  But, did I stop there?  Of course not!!  I had to try it on facial hair, body hair (not recommended...) underarm areas, and  on a suicidal mission from God, the nose hairs that kept popping up. Mind you, this was done in my 20's.  So that makes it more understandable, right?   Much later, someone called me a complete dumb a-- for risking life and limb to burn out a few stray nose hairs.  I have to agree.

My hair.  Crikees, it's a wonder I still have any.  I used to bleach it so white in my younger days, people said I looked like a Nelson twin (reference to 80's twins/sons of rick nelson) YIKES.  Then I dyed a black stripe in it to look cool or get attention. ..It's been red, been highlighted with huge stripes I painted on with a cap, and once I even poured a whole bottle of hydrogen peroxide on the top of my head,  Talk about a brassy, crappy look.  Doing my own perm was a challenge.  A challenge I failed when the result was a frizzy head of complete straw.

Self tanners and bronzers.  I never realized how many people made fun of me when I used the orangy Qt bronzers and self tanners.  There is a knack for that for sure.  Mine always looked streaky I guess.  At times, I used facial foundation on my legs.......that was just silly and washed off all the time.

Now, with a child, it's a good day if I shower.

saturday night pizza rolls and the guys

I sell himalayan kittens as a side job.  It is utterly amazing how many people call for these beautiful creatures.  What started as a lark is growing into more.  Seems in this day and age, people need pets more than ever.  Plus, I am reasonably priced.    A furry wee little fluffball to ease their worries.  My favorite sound in the world is a cat purring.  Truly lowers the blood pressure and woos your soul.

  Hubby, Jack and I are having some late night pizza rolls and goodies in a bit.  Those guys love video games.  I try my hardest to watch them and occassionally play, but my heart is not in it and they know it.  But, I know I need to go into my boy's world and not expect him to understand mine.  It is only then that we will speak the same language.

Been thinking of my Mother a lot lately.  She passed away from alzheimers almost 2 years ago.  Now I know what it is to truly love someone and grieve that gut wrenching sadness that eats at my bones every single day.  I've been to funerals before and was sad, but Mom and I were so close.  Grief is like a wound that never heals.  Bless you Mom.  Life goes on and I will too.

My boy Jack is home for spring break this week.  He has a bit of a cold but still wanted to go eat at a local crab restaurant.  He is 7 and eats their cheese sticks.  No crabs for my boy!  He loves it there and Hubby and I eat crab galore.  Today I feasted on shrimp and felt happy all over.  Felt good to take the boy out.  I feel guilty we can't take him to Florida or Hawaii for a spring break getaway. Truth is, this year has been tough financially.  I don't think Jack cares where we go as long as we are with him.  I hug him and tell him I love him constantly.  All 3 of us lay in bed with the animals and laugh and just feel happy.  Maybe that's better than any vacation I can conjure up.  Maybe that's all he needs.