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Decatur, New Orleans and Biloxi in Pictures (because I am lazy)

Oh yeah...and a small fraction of Tennessee.

As usual, Itook way too many pictures, so here is what I would consider a brief synopsis of our week down south.  Hopefully, it gives you a glimpse of the finer things down there. Or at least an appreciation for the southerners love of booze, food and apparently methadone.

At least now I'll know where my husband is Tuesday and Wednesday evenings, 6 to 8 p.m.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Conversations on a Thursday Night

Him: Steph, you have so much brain power, and you just squander it.  If it we me, I would already own the world.
Me: but...I'm happy, doesn't that count?
Him: NO!
Him: I would rule the world...I just need that extra push.

An example of how men and women are different.  And women are smarter.

Distract Me, Southern Style

So the plane tickets are purchased, the car reserved, and the hotel reservations are almost complete.  The importanthotel reservations are done, the ones in Biloxi.  It's the ones in Decatur that we will probably change.  Chris will be working Monday and Tuesday, and I want to stay somewhere that I can easily go exploring on my own from.  Without a car.  We'll get that sorted out soon.  Anyways, these are all just minor details.  The major pink elephant in the room are the PLANE reservations. There, I said it, twice now actually, P.L.A.N.E. reservations.  Which means I will be getting on a plane.  And flying and stuff. And we all know how much I love to do that.

So Internet, your job is too distract me.  Anyone been to Biloxi?  Any suggestions on what to do, see, eat, drink?  Any suggestions on what I should do my 2 days alone?

Or, maybe better yet, any suggestions on how not to succumb to my ever waiting in the background mommy guilt for leaving the little cherub in the evil clutches of his grandparents for a week?

Recession Proof Make Up Part Duex (otherwise known as screw it, I tried)

Any of you wondering how my quest for Recession Proof cheap ass makeup turned out?  Not well my friends. Not well.  It seems that, much like a crack whore, I was unable to overcome my desperate desire for flawless skin in order to save a few ($30 or so) bucks.  I thought I could do it. I really did. I researched. I asked friends.I was going to be STRONG and FRUGAL.  I gave it a whirl. And it sucked.  My foundation was cakey by the end of the day, I looked like I had makeup on (which I HATE), and my mascara (aka my Rocky Raccoon mask) was under my eyes by mid day.  So, I caved.  And holy shit, don't it feel good!

And, I may have spent a bit more than I normally would have...but you know...much like a crack whore, after being in rehab for a few weeks, I decided to treat myself with a new glass pipe, because damn it, I am worth it!  And my husband was so sick of me asking how my new drugstore make up looked, I think I could have spent $100 more.  As long as I stopped talking about foundation, money was no object.

So, here are my latest additions to the Crack whore Collection.  I actually love all 3 of them...although I can't see how anyone could use the powder by itself...

I just use it for touch ups over this. 



I also won't say that the mascara is better than Dior Show, it's not, but it was almost 10$ cheaper (See FRUGAL!)

I'm going to admit defeat.  I've finally come to accept one of the harsh realities of me.  I started out using Shiseido while I was in college.  And it looks like I might as well just give up and stay.  I just keep coming back.

ZZZZZZzzz

I know it's been a while, forgive me.  I'm just tired.  Dean won't sleep, I make myself get up at 4:30 to go to the gym...and well...tired.  That's all there is to it.  Well, there is also "sick of winter".  There's that.  And then there's tired.  Let's not forget tir..zzzzzzzzzzzz...........

Honora Viola Peck

My grandmother passed away February 24th.  It's been a long week...there are only so many funerals one can take in a years time (just an FYI to the Universe, the number I can take in 1 year is 2, so enough already) and I'm tired.

What was revitalizing this past weekend was all the amazing things people had to say about my grandmother in her almost 95 years.  Yes, she would have been 95 on April 18th...and she still lived alone, in a large farmhouse, feeding her birds, painting her pictures, living her life to the fullest.  Now funerals and me, we just don't get along.  I could get choked up at a strangers funeral, so needless to say, I am not the one that you want reminiscing about the dearly departed in front of a crowded room.  It wouldn't do.  But that room, it was CROWDED.  And after my Uncle spoke about his mother, so did OTHER people.  People that grew up with her, people from her church...people I didn't know.  They talked about her love of fishing, painting, how she returned to high school and received her diploma at the age of 60.  How she moved on, and continued with life and her love of traveling after all 3 of her husbands had passed on (yes, I said 3, hey, the lady was a playa). All of this from people I barely knew, but knew her very well, because through out her life she was out there, she was doing things, she was embracing life.  And I thought that was amazing. 

It made me hope that I can make as much of my life as my grandma made of hers.  I might be able to.  If I try real hard.

On the lighter side...wtf is with the deer head?  I went ahead and clicked on some of the other recent obits(right side of this page)to see if the "Deer Head" theme was something that the funeral home had established for it's standard obit background.  Uh. no.  Apparently, the back ground image is chosen by the dearly departed's family. 
Grandma, you can thank Dad and Uncle Jim.