Lonnie and I had to rush out the door yesterday. We hardly had any time before we had to be in the SUV and on our way to our destination. Well, I jumped in the shower and agreed to wait to put my make-up on in the vehicle.

Everything went as planned…I was in the vehicle putting my make-up on while Lonnie drove to our destination. I suddenly realized that I’d forgotten to pack my eye shadow!      Not good. I gotta have eye shadow. Well, I had no choice but to make due with what I had…I just used my eye pencil and mascara to play up my eyes as much as I could without the aide of the eye shadow.

I finally got finished putting my make-up on, and I turned to Lonnie and said, how does that look? He looked at me, raised an eyebrow and said something like, “It’s obvious that you need eye shadow! You look much better with it. I guess this’ll just have to do.” I said something in return like, “This will just have to do? I look THAT crappy?!” He said, “You don’t look crappy, you just don’t look nearly as good as you normally would….not made up enough.”

I understand that his intent was not to hurt my feelings, but wow. After all of that had been said, I felt like the ugliest person on the planet. I said, “I’m going to take a picture of myself and look at it to see just how bad I really look.

Here is said picture:

I agree that I don’t look at decent as I normally would, but is it THAT bad? I mean, bad enough to say that it’s obvious that I need eye shadow and all that jive? I suppose I’m probably just being too sensitive. It just sucks that I spent the entire rest of the trip with my sunglasses on and feeling super ugly. I have low self esteem as it is, so this was something I didn’t need.

Moral of the story: Do NOT ask for someone’s opinion unless you are 100% willing to accept their answer without getting your feelings all bent out of shape.

I was speaking with my friend, Tab, earlier and the topic of the 50’s came up. This is a topic that’s been coming up a lot around my house lately. You see, I’ve always felt as though I was born in the wrong decade. While I adore my computer, CD player, DVD player and all that jazz, I truly feel as though I would have thrived as an adult woman in the 50’s.Things back then were so much more innocent. Yes, a lot of the same stuff happened back then and was simply not spoken about…but still. I can totally get into the whole idea of being the 50’s Mom. First of all, the clothing was amazing. I can’t even tell you how much I love the dresses from that era. I was just telling Lonnie the other night how much I wish I could wear dresses like that every single day. He said, “Do it! Just do it.” I looked at him like he’s nuts and explained that if I were to do that, people would stare at me everywhere I go…and the last thing I ever want is to be the center of attention like that. Of course, he argued with me…saying that they would be staring because I’d look beautiful…etc., but that was just Lonnie being sweet.

Anyway, in addition to the amazing attire, I could totally handle the whole routine of daily life back then. The Mom took care of the house, the kids, her husband….the husband went to work every day and then came home at night at which time the family enjoyed a freshly cooked meal together. Ahh…doesn’t that sound just lovely? I can totally see myself being SO happy back then. Wearing my pretty dress…baking cupcakes while the kids are at school, my hubby’s at work…prepping dinner while listening to Fats Domino singing about Blueberry Hill. I suppose that’s not so much different from how things are now…except for stress level of daily life is astronomically higher now than it was then. Maybe I’m wrong about that…I dunno. It just seems to me that things were so much more cut & dry back then. There weren’t all these annoying details fogging everything up.

Like I said, I would miss my computer, camera…everything. It’d probably drive me nuts after not so long at all…but it’s my daydream. I adore the whole dream of my life the way it would be back in the 1950’s.

Nobody gets between my son

and his Cocoa Pebbles!

It seems like I just cannot win. I either do nothing but sleep, or I go for days, weeks, even months on the absolute minimal amount of sleep needed to keep a human being alive.  

I know I’m complaining AGAIN, and I apologize for doing so. There’s just been so much crap going on in my life lately that I feel like if I don’t occasionally vent the crap, I’m going to get crap overload and end up in the loony bin or something.  

Okay, I will spare you the dull ‘poor me’ BS. I apologize for being gone from my blog for so long. There’s a very, very valid reason, but it’s one which I don’t feel as though the entire world is entitled to know about.           Just know that I’m back and I have a lot of making up for lost time to do!

I missed all of you, my friends and readers more than you can possibly know. Honestly. You’re not just ‘online peeps’ to me. You’re my lifeline to…well, you just are. You guys lift my spirits, make me laugh, turn bad days to good days, make me know I’m never alone….you’re all just amazing and I adore all of you. Of course, some more than others…hahaha…          But still - I love you guys!