The truth will set you free.
The truth will set you free.
Baldness is a defining feature of wisdom, intelligence, grace and strength.
Now maybe our bathtub will drain!
There was a break in the April weather that finally made the day seem like spring in New England, so I wore my colorful new blouse. I remember because my husband and I ran errands everywhere that beautiful morning. He drove and I jumped in and out at the post office, the bank and the local garden center.
As we got to the other side of town, I also pointed out CVS. We had their extra value cash and the store had a couple of good specials. I hustled in, said hello to the two male cashiers and scanned my card for more deals.
Quickly, I gathered my purchases, returned to the counter and asked to be checked out with three separate transactions. Guy 1 looked at Guy 2 like “another one of those Moms”. I figured they must get all kinds of requests and mine was no different. I stayed focused as Guy 2 rang up my first sale item, handed me the receipt and I tore off an additional $2 coupon. I used it to pay for my second transaction of tissues that netted to $0. With my third transaction, I used the $5 off coupon that got me into the store. I could’ve checked out with fewer transactions but I like to see that I can get something for nothing. I didn’t mind the extra moments at the register.
I was proud of myself for saving money. Or maybe I should say ‘full of myself’. I went back to the car, asked Richie to pop the trunk and he said, “You popped. Maybe you can button that blouse before we go buy the groceries?”
As it turns out, the boys also got something for nothing, this Mom was different and I had a couple specials of my own to advertise.
There was a break in the April fashion that made me feel like I sprung a leak, so I threw away my colorful new blouse.
Keep F’in Canopies
over the speakers too!
Man cannot start a new year without Eve nor a new day without Dawn.
For added strength, he relies on Dolly.
Christmas is decorated by Holly and Carol helps him sing onto the Lord.
My niece, Melissa, and I have never missed viewing three consecutive episodes of Project Runway All-Stars together.On this week before Easter, I bowed out again because my youngest daughter was home for the holiday. Time with her is fleeting as she gets older, so her presence overrides everything. She trumps my weekly budget, closet items and PRAS routine!
Tarah and I binge watched shows she missed during exams instead. At 9:15, I knew the four remaining designers and iconic judges would soon be on the updated round runway. I glanced down at my phone wondering if Melissa was in D.C. without me? She was at the Capital and shared her capital lettering:
The remaining designers were indeed the fantastic four. Melissa knows I loved Fabio in his original seasonand evidently she now appreciates his Sunday best. My niece was ready to text about the episode but I explained I wasn’t watching. She understood and stopped the relay of unfolding events. About an hour later, I acknowledged that yes, we needed to talk over the weekend and then I put my phone away for the night:
I hadn’t seen Melissa’s response until the next morning – after the episode aired. Feeling unresolved, anxious for the results and out-of-the loop, I responded accordingly:
I didn’t watch TV that morning but Good Friday was still a great day. My daughter and I went shopping, shared a delicious Italian late lunch and played cards into the night.
PRAS withdrawal kicked in as I went to bed, so I gave myself a challenge and knew I had to “make it work”. I woke before the sun and watched TV on demand. I also started texting notes for later discussion with Melissa:
I know my texting had woken Melissa up but she stayed awake to humor me and relive a great episode. My niece saw my final remarks later in the morning and responded:
We must join creative forces and watch together! Project Runway All Stars has been a fantastic season. In four more days, the last episode will be a finale marvel.
One of my secret pleasures is reality TV talent competitions. I love the creative process of designer, music and modeling rivalries. I stop to watch episodes if I find them while channel surfing but the one I seek out, and schedule into my life, is Project Runway (and Project Runway All-Stars)!
As mentioned in the last post my niece and I watch every season together. If not at one of our houses, via texting when we are in different locations. Below is a photo reflection of our ‘music genre’ episode critique:
We overlook one another’s typos, assess the judges remarks and include our own bitmoji fashions. The Project Runway All-Stars designer competition is reality TV and we are guilty as charged. I love the pleasure of my niece’s company.
My niece and I adore the runway. Tonight was even more fabulous with @ninagarcia appearing as a judge. The episode was shore (resort challenge!) to be tailored and classy from head-to-toe.
When my niece and I cannot get together on Thursday nights, usually because of “almost the end of the work week fatigue”, we talk about the episode via text. This is real time commentary as the episode airs:
Despite being super fans, the drop-off is not unusual. One of us ends up apologizing on Friday and re-watching over the weekend. Last night was no exception. Melissa fell asleep but I still named the winner. Ken made a statement and won by a landslide.
D.C. is next and those are my initials. I wish I could capitalize on our Super fan-dome, put my mark on the competition and be a superfan mentor in an episode. Melissa could join me. We would be politely honest, the perfect juxtaposition between sweet and sassy, and very editorial.