First Time

Today I treated my daughter to pamper day.  Funny word pamper.  When I first used that word about her, I was changing her pampers.  Now I am pamperng her in another way,  Donna Marie is going back to work on Monday.  Six weeks go by so fast. 

Back when my daughter was single, she would go get her nails and toes done a regular basis.  She has the most beautiful hands.  I think she could be an hand model.  Rings and bracelets look great on her.  She would do all sorts of colors.  Experimenting with different designs.  Donna Marie is the epitome of a girly girl.


When she got married and started having kids, the visits were less and less.  She even started doing  it herself.  She would make little designs on her nails.  I wanted to spoil her a little. 


I called her one day and said if she would like to go with me to the nail salon. I wanted to get my nails done.   I could have knocked her over with a feather.  I was going for the full set and i wanted to share this experience with my daughter. She was tickled pink.  I have never had my nails done professionally.  I would put nail polish on, if they were of decent looking.  This was the extent of a beauty regiment.  


It was the first time I did something like this with Donna Marie and I loved it.  We chit chatted.  I asked for her opinion about what I should do next.  The nail person was asking me questions and since I didn't know I asked my girl.  She was so knowledgeable.  I loved it.   


My daughter was getting her pedicure and enjoying every minute.  She sat in a massage chair reading a magazine and being treated like a queen.  Its good to be the queen!!


I showed her the final product and I think it looks good.  My hands are no were near  like hers but I felt pretty.   Donna Marie was pleased and felt happy about her results as well.


It feels a little weird and typing is cumbersome.  The price of beauty!  haha


I wonder what my next girly thing I should do next? Any suggestions?

Rookie Abbie

Jackson and the broom

I was watching Jackson and Joaquin on Saturday.   Joaquin was taking a nap and Jackson helped me with hanging the laundry.  I don't know, if it is helping, when he goes straight to the garden hose to play with the water. 

The hose wasn't turned on.

After I put my clothes on the line, I go inside and I take the broom out to sweep the floor. 

My Jackson must see his mommy with the broom because he knew what to do with it.

He is Abbie's little helper! He will make a good husband some day!!

 Abbie

Twitter Wars

My husband Bill loves technology.   He is on facebook and twitter and loves it on his phone.  He has a small following and follows his friends and family.  Twitter is something I am slowly getting into it.  I sometimes have a hard time of coming up with things to write on my blog.   I couldn't think of what to write on twitter.  I don't think twitter people  would want to hear what I may tweet . 

That is not to say I don't follow.   I love to follow and see what other people are thinking.  People come up with funny creative things.  Bill and my son Sean are on it and what they say make me laugh and makes me think.  What would I say?   Nothing like them, I think I would be boring to follow. 

But I digress, Bill has been on twitter for a while and has reached a milestone.  He is up to 1200 tweets.  I think an impressive amount.  My son had about 200 when he declared that he would keep twitting until he reached his dad.  Well, my phone has been going off all day.  I get notified on my phone when he tweets. 

I have been using twitter to respond to him and now I am up to 180 tweets.  I know it is lame but I was down to 80 when this all started.

Whatever possesed Sean to do this, I am exptrememly grateful.  I have heard wonderful moments in my son's life with my granddaugher and his time with his girlfriend.

I miss him and this way Sean doesnt seem so far away.  In a way, I hope he never reaches him because when he does the tweets will stop and I will lose the closeness I have with him.

 Hopelessly Devoted Abbie

Curiosity Killed the cat

If you ever heard of that expression,  it is so true.  Have you ever been shaken to the core?  Did you ever feel like you were ever kicked in the gut?  I know this is full of cliches but this afternoon all of these sayings happened to me. 

I don't want to go into to detail.  All I wish right now is to push a  reset button.  When the choice came down to if I should look, I would have said  no.  It was so innocent.  Little did I know, I was going to read something that would  turn my world upside down.

Something told me to stop but I honestly didn't think it would turn out like this.    My head is all F@#$ ed up!! 

I have tried to justified it.  Maybe I read too much into it.  Maybe it is my warped way of looking at things.  Maybe it is nothing at all.  My self esteem took a big hit.  My security has been incredibly shaken. 

I want to go back and start the whole day again, when I was happy  and looking forward to spending a lovely evening.  Instead I have to find me and pick myself up and figure how to forget and move on. 

If  only I could forget...

Lost Abbie

Weekend mornings

One of the joys, we had in Ireland was getting poached eggs.  Bill's cousin Annette would cook poached eggs for breakfast. 

I had never had it before and I wasn't going to complain.  One less thing to do and she didn't want me to do anything.  I was surprised  by how delicious it was.  I normally like my eggs runny and over easy.    

On the weekends, I usually make a nice breakfast.  Fried or scrambled eggs with some selection of meat while Bill is watching tv.  One weekend he asked if he could make poached eggs. He was missing Ireland and wanted to have a little reminder. I quickly said "hell yes, I would love it."  I would make the toast and he would do the eggs. 

Myself, Annette, and John

Since we have been back and when Bill is not working on the weekends, we make breakfast together.  I so enjoy my time with Bill and now I have him in the kitchen with me and we are cooking.

I am very glad we went to Ireland and not just because it was gorgeous and we were visiting family but it bought us closer.

Sous chef Abbie

Harry and me

Harry Potter has been in my life since 1997.  Captivated by a boy with a scar on his head.   I stood in line at the local borders for my copy with the hundreds who pre-ordered the book.  I would read the book in two days.   I introduced him to my boys. With the next few book in the series, I would read it to them at bedtime.  after awhile.   As the years went by, Sean wanted to read it on his own and Denis didn't care for it anymore.  Sean would read it first and them Bill and I would have a turn.  We loved the series.

The books were so hugely popular they started to make movies of each book.  I have watched every movie and yesterday we saw the movie with the millions of fans -  Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part two.  The movie was wonderful.  

Melancholy and bittersweet are what I am feeling.   It is an end to an era.  I have seen the actors grow into adults and I have seen my children do the same.  It's like last bit of my children's childhood  is gone. 

I guess everything has to come to an end.  It was nice while it lasted.

Busy Bee

Don't know what bee got in my bonnet but I have been on a roll this week.  I heard on the radio awhile ago about having too many bees in your head.  It made me think that is what I have and I need to do something about it.

I cleaned out my car of mail.  How it got bad in the first place?  I would pick up the mail on the way out and would put it in my car on the passenger seat.  I usually pay everything online so the paperwork is the backup, in case I forget.  The pile had gotten so bad that only I would be able to sit on this side of the car.  Bill joked that it could be a fire hazard to have so much regular and junk mail in one spot. 

Well it is gone!  I have shredded,  filed, and organized the mountain of papers.   I am quite proud of this feat because it was the sheer bulk of material I had to go through.

Second, I have started walking.  Why I would pick the hottest day of the summer? So far I do not know, I again think it is the bees. 

  

I am walking in the evening with my Lando. 

The sidewalk does not have the sun beating down on it and burning my Lando's toes.  He gets to do his business and I get to exercise with a companion. 

The only problem is squirrels. The terrier in him makes go after these prey. I am afraid he will get run over by a car.

For some reason, there are a ton of squirrels this year running amok and he feels the need to get them all.  

Other than that, he is a perfect walking companion.

Third, I got my crockpot out and cooked  a Cuban dish. It is called ropa vieja.  Translation old clothes.  It doesn't sound appetizing but it is delicious.  It made the house smell wonderful with the peppers, sauce and tender meat cooking all day.  Yum yum!!


I think I have cleared most of the bees in  my head. I still hear some buzzing but it is more manageable. 

Bee-Keeper Abbie