More on my list


Here is something else that I bought yesterday, in the cosmetics aisle of Kroger. L’Oreal The Art of Color–Colour Riche Nail & Lip, a matching nail polish and lipstick. In a cute little gold box. The nail polish color is red tote. The lipstick is true red.

And a lipstick, spellbound, number 325, from Cover Girl. Bright pink box!

A tube of triple moisture neutrogena daily deep conditioner.A tube of triple moisture neutrogena cream lather shampoo.

It's been one week since you looked at me

That’s the opening line from a Barenaked Ladies song, and I love Barenaked Ladies and it is sad that Steven Page eventually left the group, but he has a magnificent voice and he was probably ready to branch out on his own.

Things are going so well for me these days, especially in my law practice. I’ve been going from strength to strength, and it gives me joy because it means I’m providing for my family.

I’m as busy now as I was back in 2008, before the mortgage foreclosure crisis hit. Yesterday, I had to run downtown to file some pleadings for a client, and then scooted back to my neighborhood to grab groceries at Kroger before the epic winter storm hit. Bought lots of provisions for a cold, snowed-in weekend, and was actually looking forward to being snowed in.

So yesterday’s grocery run was focused on sustenance.

Always at the back of my mind, when I’m grocery shopping, is a different desire, one to maintain my grooming and personal things. I always promise myself I’ll nip down the aisle with all the cosmetics, lotions, potions, etc., and I never do, not on a grocery run. It just doesn’t seem right, to drop a lipstick down onto a frozen bag of chicken chests. I haven’t visited an official cosmetics counter in a department store in years, and to me, the cosmetics asile at Kroger or Wal-Mart is the ne plus ultra of personal grooming and attention to makeup.

So, today, with no epic snow storm in sight, I returned to Kroger and this time I hit the cosmetics aisle exclusively and bought frou-frou items.

This is what I got:  a box of Loreal Feria, multi-facted shimmering colour (3x the highlights!) medium golden brown, number 58.

A note. I keep a journal and at the front of each journal I start, I keep track of my grooming and the grooming of my entire family. The last time I colored my hair, was on November 7, 2015, so I am probably going to break out the Feria tonight, as I have about an inch of root showing and just a tick of gray.

I also bought a tube of Vaseline intensive care deep moisture jelly cream. This stuff goes on thick and rich and I used it a lot when I was pregnant with my daughter and my dry-winter skin got to itching. I rubbed it on my belly a lot. I swim a lot, and I love to swim, but in the winter months, my skin gets incredibly dry and itchy and this cream helps.

Actually, I think I’ll finish my list tomorrow. Don’t want to run out of things to list, after all . . .


Well, whaddaya know?


This is Ollie sitting in my daughter’s chair, a gift to her from her loving brother, at Christmas. My daughter’s last metal chair broke, and so my son thought she’d like one with a Star Wars theme. Ollie obviously likes it!

Moving right along . . .

Now, I didn’t know this, but the author of The Martian, which was recently released as a film starring Mat Damon, was written by Andy Weir, who self-published the book and was selling it for ninety-nine cents on Amazon!

Ain’t that amazing? There really is hope for us self-published writers.

Ollie Ollie Oxen Free!

Ollie Ollie Oxen Free! That is the nickname I like to give my daughter’s little cat. When she adopted him from the animal shelter, his name was Spice, but after he’d been with us for a week or so, she decided to rename him as Ollie.

He is the bane of my poor Scarlet’s existence.

Although, as evidenced by the photo to the left, Scarlet can be prevailed upon, on occasion, to tolerate Ollie’s presence.

Mind you, I said tolerate.

Ollie is mighty aggressive, too, and likes to chase Scarlet, who hisses at him.

Ah, the lovely sounds of my beloved cat spitting and hissing at the snarky little interloper.

Amy Schumer is way funny

She is way funny and she looked gorgeous at the Golden Globes. That girl has got great timing.

Moving onward.

The kitty-cat you see to your left is my daughter’s cat, Ollie. He is very cute and very destructive and very aggressive with my cat, who is much older, and who is named Scarlet. Scarlet tolerates being petted, but she will suddenly reach a point where she will nip you if you persist in this absurd display of affection.

Now, my lovely daughter, who is a young woman and attending college and living at home, bemoaned the fact that Scarlet, my partially feral cat, does not like to be picked up and carried around in a loving and affectionate manner, and my daughter very much wanted a cat that would not only allow her to pick it up and carry it around in a loving and affectionate manner, but a cat that wanted to be picked up and carried around in a loving and affectionate manner.

And Ollie is the cat. He is, quite frankly, the man.

The first thing my daughter does when she gets home is she picks Ollie up and carries him around in a loving and affectionate manner, and Ollie purrs and purrs.

And he is an ornery little son-of-a-gun, but he does have redeeming qualities. He is an excellent mouser; ever since Ollie arrived, the body count has been piling up. He left a dead mouse in my office and I stepped on said mouse one day while escorting a client into my office. On another occasion, he left a dead mouse by my husband’s chair in the kitchen.

You may think I am a poor housekeeper, in that apparently I can’t seem to control the rodent situation in my home, and you would be correct. I really do try to keep my Victorian-era-built house clean, but it’s a difficult task, and I do not have the time–and do not make the time–to keep my house spotless.

I can either run my law practice, write, cook, vacuum the family room upon occasion, and take care of my family, or I can clean my house.

Guess which choice I made?

More on Ollie tomorrow.