Think Pink

I love pink!  It is my all-time favorite color.  If I had a singing voice and had thought of it first, my band name would be Pink!  If Hubby would let me get away with it, our bedroom would be pink.  At a former house I painted the window shutters red because I knew I couldn’t get away with pink shutters.  Besides, we lived next door to a pink house and I knew what people thought about that one!

keep me out of Hobby Lobby!!!

Isn't that tray the cutest??

October is pink month (yes, I know it is now November but I’m always a day late and a dollar short; so humor me!).  It’s that time of year when we ladies start thinking about our girls.  So if you are like me and haven’t gotten your mammogram, close this computer and go and do it.

I have several friends who are cancer survivors.  God bless them.  I always think of the theme song from Reba “I’m a survivor” because they are truly heroes in my book.  Each one fought hard and kept good mental health…not an easy task when you are scared shitless.  I blog about my struggles with eating; it seems so minor and so trivial when you compare it to cancer so please, please, please…go and get your boobs squished and pounded and be proactive.

Getting back to other pink things… I had my nails done this past weekend and let me just say I’m in LOVE with a certain chair…you know who you are.  Sorry I had to stop the vibrations and leave you, but certain dolls were screaming at the front door.  But I’ll be back.  Grainiacs, if you are EVER in Austin, go to BK Nails and Spa but leave my chair alone.  We have something special and you are not invited!

 Any who, I picked some putrid yellow for my toes because I was trying to get away from pink (since I love it so much).  You know how you go to Baskin Robbins and think “I’m ordering something different because I always get____fill in the blank?”  And then you wind up ordering the exact same thing?  That's smart.  My Big Mistake (or BM) was trying out something new.  Keep with what you know or you'll have BM all over yourself.  My toes look like there is some yellow rot fungus happening and it ain’t pretty.  Coming back to my little rural area, I got off the plane and had lunch with my daughter.  I pulled off my shoes at the restaurant to show her my pedicure but my toes were all purple from running in airports and circulation getting cut off because my knees were folded in half because of those dummies WHO THINKS IT'S A GOOD IDEA TO STACK PEOPLE ON TOP OF EACH OTHER ON AN AIRPLANE!!!!  So the purple toes and the yellow toenails were just gross.  I lost my appetite and the poor waitress had to take sick leave.  We call my daughter "giggly" and that's exactly what she did.  I think it's a defense mechanism; otherwise she'd have died of embarrassment a long time ago.  Look (but you'll have to imagine purple toes)!

(pay no attention to the "no shave November" going on there. In this case I was a month early!)

you can't see the sparklies in this photo but they are there!

But my fingers!  Ooooh, now they are pretty.  I’m wearing “Friar, Friar, pants on fire” by OPI.  That company comes up with the cutest names.  I love my fingernail polish so much I got online and bought a bottle (of fingernail polish!!!) but not before ordering “Paint My Moji-Toes Red” too!  I’m going to be strutting my toes off before long…probably in time for winter but most of the time I’m a shoeless strawberry (I get that from my mother who got it from her grandmother and so on and so on).  So if you come over to my strawberry patch, you’ll see my happy moji-toes!

On a darker side and not a happy note at all:  I got into the Halloween candy yesterday.  Let's just say it was NOT a pretty sight!  So to all you trick or treaters who did not come to my house, I'm eatin' your candy and it's good.  Nah nah nah