Mom & Daughter Skin Care

The importance of caring for your skin

 

 

Moms and Daughters Unite!

 

 

Let’s get her a makeup coach

MOMS & DAUGHTERS~~May I have your attention!

Plan a mother & daughter skincare date.  I will come to your home, or you may be guests at my home to learn more about the benefits of Mary Kay skin care products.

Make your mom or daughter feel like a queen or princess!  It’s never too early to start the Botanicals line and never too late for the TimeWise Repair!

Sample and test products.

Product discount when you book a mom and daughter date!

Mary Kay makes everyone feel special!

Pattie

717-916-0586

 

So it’s a pen…no, it’s a Smart Pen.

I admit it.  I lost the pen about a week after receiving it as a birthday gift from my boyfriend.  The pen can be replaced.  What I can’t replace is the recordings that were on that specific Smart Pen, also nicknamed Black Dog, (BD) shortly after I learned what a writer is referring with those very words.  Black dog is depression…I didn’t name my pen BD because I’m depressed.  I named it that because it helped take the depression away.  So I miss BD and I am still hoping it will return.

Oh, and my cousin, Holly Grove is tormenting me viciously at the loss of my pen.  She will pay for that.

~P.

It is my birthday and here are my wishes

It’s been four long years since I’ve celebrated a birthday with my daughter and husband.  Since that can’t happen, here is my top 10 birthday requests:

1. Nice weather.  Doesn’t have to be perfect, just nice.

2. Find out the divorce John signed for four years ago is actually getting somewhere.

3. Simple day at classes.

4. Have a good day with Ying who turns for and shares a birthday with me.

5. Eat dinner at Red Lobster.

6. Go to the End of the World lecture at York College.

7. Look younger.

8. Grasp the meaning of life.

9. Avoid crabs of any species.

10. Have my cake and eat it too.

Not a bad wish list.  Not bad at all.  😉

Actually, let’s make the divorce process four years after him filing be #1.

Birthday freedom,

~P.

We’re Not Yams

What’s the difference between a yam and a sweet potato?

It is not the flesh.  Both vegetables have orange flesh inside.  That is the tricky part, flesh is on the inside, not the outside.

A yam is grown only in South America and it needs 300 days to reach harvest.

Sweet potatoes can be grown anywhere and take 120 to reach harvest.

If you think you’re buying yams and they’re not from South America, someone is pulling the potato over your eyes.

The Frey family is set up along Route 74 today and tomorrow (9-5pm) to celebrate this year’s sweet potato harvest.  Their potato tent is in the parking lot of The Brain Balance Center located at 2300 Carlisle Road, York, PA 17408.

The family is made up of the head potato, Larry, his wife Gwen, son Brett, daughter Lindsey and her husband, Jared.

The Frey family is from Wellsville, PA and has been in the sweet potato and sweet corn business for six years.  They like to stick to sweet foods as a hobby

Larry said, “Sweet potatoes are easy to grow.  They don’t need any chemicals or fertilizer.  We get our plants shipped in from North Carolina where the University of NC developed and patented the Covington species.  This breed grows to a nice size to use in making food.  My wife Gwen makes the sweet potato soup with her own recipe.”

I tried Gwen’s soup and it is delicious.  Also on the menu is fried sweets, baked sweets, sweet potato pie and raw potatoes to purchase in bulk.

Can’t make it to the sweet potato fest?
Give the Frey family a call at 717-432-2760

 

 

Take that wicked witch

I was told by several neighbors how nice they think I am. That’s a big difference since I got word that Angel tells the office no one here likes me. Or maybe it’s Angel’s daughter….not that she lives here and would know.

Apparently what Angel says doesn’t amount to a hill of dog shit.

My car is running and I’m off to see Tesla!!

Woot wooty woot!

~P.

Likes, Dislikes & Just don’t get

Just because this is my blog and I can.

LIKES:

making photograms

angry birds

mean comments about me on my own blog/facebook

poptarts

IUD’s

ties that don’t rip my hair out by the root

DISLIKES;

eyebrow mites

car that doesn’t start

carpet stains

liver

going over on my data plan

JUST DON’T GET:

math with weird symbols

blog awards

dogs that are fussy where they pee

where the magic in my eraser goes

telephone books

There you go!   My likes, dislikes and what I don’t get.

What do you like, dislike or don’t get?

~P.

Can’t sleep~too many naps

Yes I know.  It’s my own fault.  I napped in the library on the ugly green couch and dozed off reading a short story on my comfy red couch.  It happens.

Now I can’t sleep and the wheels in my head are turning, unlike the wheels on my car.  I must fix my car and hopefully, I can.  That 1992 Honda Accord must last at least two more years minimum.  Even longer if possible since my credit is shot in the ass and the chances of getting a loan for even a used car are slim to none.

How ironic that John just bought another truck.  I guess Kelly was up his ass to get her name off the truck she bought with him.  You know, back when they were SO in love and life was grand.  Like the ten grand she dropped on renovating the house.  That worked out good for Heather you know.  She has twice as many kids as Kelly so the renovations really made moving in with John a no-brainer.  Just add house and instant family!

Back to the truck…The only reason John would get rid of the truck he had, all blinged out with Delauter’s A1 Moving Helpers on the windows, would be because Kelly and him had it titled together.  So yeah, that pisses me off.  Why does Kelly get to free her name up from that jackass and I don’t?  I can not wait for our divorce to go before the divorce master.  It’s impossible not to see the delay is because he doesn’t want to or can’t settle up what he started.  Don’t file for divorce if your bark turns into a whimper and you piss on yourself rolling onto your back.  Unless you mean to piss on yourself…Hey to each their own.

So I will work on my car today.  I watched YouTube videos on how to remove the master fuel fuse whatcha-ma-call-it and how to repair it with the solder thinger.  It has been years since I soldered but I’m sure it’s like riding a bike.  Speaking of bike, I am hoping for nice weather so I can ride my cycle to school.  Riding is fun and I really enjoy it.  My Harley is one thing I’d like to keep post divorce.  Of course, John’s name is on the title also.  He is SO about having joint accounts.  Hell, his first wife is still on the title to his Harley.  How’s all that joint account shit working out for you now John?  Not so great I bet.  Trust me, the feeling is mutual.

I thought writing might tire me out.  It’s not working…and the tires on my car are starting to look bare, like my checking account.  No worries though.  I’ll get through.  It’s not like the day my Mercedes was repossessed.  No one is taking my Honda away, or my Harley.  I just fixed my Harley so I’m feeling confident.  At least until I pull the bottom of my dashboard off.  🙂

Seriously, Dale and I just finished fixing all the rust spots that plague Honda’s so  it has to run again.  All that bondo can not go to waste.  The grinding and mixing and sanding and sweating and blood it took to make it pass inspection must prevail!  Maybe I should have just let it rust.  I show it some love and attention and it just lets me sit.  At least I was close to home and not in say….Georgia.

I’ll figure something out, I always do.

~P.

Hoping to see Tesla on Wednesday.  I have asked several times now…

 

Really? Everyone thinks I’m trailer trash?

You know, it’s a shame when I have to call the police because my neighbor is so pissed that I ignore her she has to harass me.  Then her oblivious daughter who doesn’t live here joins in on the hate wagon making a complete fool of herself and with her lack of ability to use the English language.  But I’m the one who “talks stupid.”  That stupid talk has put my name on the Dean’s List 3 times now so I’m cool with it.

I ask myself ,”Why does the daughter even feels the need to comment on my blog, especially on posts that have nothing to do with her mother or her.”  I think she hates on me cause I am so damn smart, funny and drop dead sexy.  That’s right….sexy and I know it.  😉  Don’t hate sweetie…not everyone gets a fair share of good looks.

What would be shocking is if I shared all the drama that her momma stirs up around here.  This woman has nothing good to say about anyone.  The minute you turn your back, she inserts a knife!

She can let her incoherent comments anytime she pleases.  We all find them highly amusing even if they are confusing.  There is even the possibility that reading her comments may lower your IQ.

Even if every person living here thought I was trailer trash or from the city, I could give two shits.  (shit is a word that she does know how to spell)

So you have a great day and try to laugh now and then.  If you can’t pull off a laugh, at least a smile.  I don’t think your face will crack, but if it does, I’ll chip in for the super glue.

Talking stupid here, there and everywhere,

~P.

 

Silly Face Experts

Tesla and I love the episode of SpongeBob SquarePants called “Face Freeze.”  Patrick and SpongeBob make silly faces and Mr. Krabs warn them their faces will freeze like that.  Of course they don’t believe him and decide to hold their faces in a silly pose for a day.  Sandy the squirrel has to cure them of face freeze.  So silly!!

Here’s some silly faces the didn’t freeze!   ~P.

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It’s my blog and I’ll bitch if I want to

I bought this blog site to write what’s on my mind.  Of course it’s all my thoughts and opinions.  That’s what a blog is.

Some people feel I use it to bash my future ex.  Big deal!  He loves to bash people right and left.  The minute you’re not doing him any good, he doesn’t need you anymore.

I make friends in hopes of it being a life-long relationship.  John makes friends to use them.  I spent many years with this man listening to him bash his friends behind their backs.

Not just his friends but his family, employees and anyone else he wants to bash.  John can look you in the face and tell you how great you are and two minutes later have a list of what’s wrong with you, your life, you career, your work ethics, your children, your looks, where you live…etc. etc. etc.

I should have realized this when I first met him:  When a man’s momma wants nothing to do with him (and now his grandchild because of him) that’s a telltale sign.  Those family members who do talk to him, are just using him in return.  How often did people call and want to come visit us when we were together?  Never.  In fact, people would tell me the reason they didn’t come around is because of who I married.

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Interestingly the sheriff was just here.  I was served papers a few days ago by a different sheriff for the credit card accounts that have been left unpaid.  This time they were looking for someone else.  I wouldn’t have been surprised if they were serving me papers for another outstanding loan, one that is part of the marital debt.

Wells Fargo keeps sending me notices that the mortgage isn’t paid.  John has money for trips, softball, girlfriends, jewelry, clothes, new truck, and Lord knows what else that I’m not aware of.  Just no money to pay the mortgage, credit card debts and loans on the four-wheelers he insisted on buying when we were still together.  He’s even added more four-wheelers to his collection as the household has exploded in size with his current girlfriend and her children.

Am I angry?  Hell yeah.  I didn’t quit my career of 11 years with the state, sell my house and car to be treated like shit.  I gave this man everything I had in me and he took it and expected more.  He is impossible to please and will throw anyone under the bus to save his ass.

Want to comment and defend John…feel free.  The only people who have ever claimed I was the problem in the marriage were those under John’s thumb.

The only people who come to John defense (other than his overpaid lawyers) are his girlfriend, secretary and softball players.  Pretty sad.

My blog, my opinion.

~P.