Hello! And welcome! Mostly...

I have decided that my face will be fresh and free from makeup except my a bit of eye liner and mascara.

Sure...why not?

What is the point of me slathering on gobs of makeup when it all wears off during the course of my day? Not that I use a lot of makeup...just foundation, eye shadow, blush, eye liner and mascara.

Can`t be arsed really.

If men can look gorgeous without makeup well so can I!

Okay women, toss out some of your makeup and get naked! Just get down to the bare bones and embrace your naked face!

Do it!

You know you want to!

Confrontation.

Are you good at it?

At work, I have to be. And I am acutely aware that it is how you say what you need to say.

In my personal life, I do not hesitate to speak from my mind and my heart with Mr. Most others on the periphery get that true essence of me as well.

But having said that, I was not always good at discussing `stuff` and preferred to cope by avoiding issues, concerns or potentially emotionally difficult situations. Who needs the grief?

Balance is key between the two I have learned over the years. That is the difficult part...finding the balance between confronting or avoiding a potentially contentious concern or issue.

I`ll learn though.

I am getting there!

I had highlights put into my hair a few weeks ago and it looks great. The blondy highlights hide the white hairs I have and eventually I will go completely blond when the dark hair dye is gone.

Apparently, if I had dyed my whole head blond that day, my hair could have turned out to be an orange color which is not what I want.

Point is....us women folk and the men folk who dye their hair, sure go through a bunch of crap to look good now don`t we?

That`s me, in a cap, at the hairdressers, looking like a doofus, all in the name of vanity.

Sheesh.

I know some folks were upset over the past few days about the tag situation and far be it for me to tell them otherwise but if it weren't for BCUK, I would never have known the beauty of my fellow bloggers and I thank them for that.

Luffs you.

xxx

Yes, I know it is Saturday but indulge me for a moment and let`s think about Friday.

I know Friday is Friday as I get to wear casual clothes to work...and...I buy one apple fritter and five plain tim bits (little donuts) and bring them home at lunch time.

I park the car and dash into the house announcing... it`s Friday! Who wants a donut?

Mr and the Trio boot it to the kitchen and I hand over the treaures. Mr has the apple fritter donut, Sammy (the big white dog) gets 2 plain tim bits as does Molly the chocolate lab and the little dog gets one plain tim bit!

That is how we know it is Friday.

Ta da!

Woe is me.

I missed my bubbly bath last Sunday.

And the weekend before, I had showers instead of the mandatory bubbly baths on the Saturday and the Sunday as time was of the essence.

I miss them I do.

During the work week, I shower which is quick and easy. A bath is reserved for the weekend where I can kick back and spend at least an hour in the tub. I just don`t have that kind of time during the week for me to spend an hour in the tub.

Let`s hope I have time this upcoming weekend for my hot, bubbly baths!

Go me!

Yup.

It is true.

I am a planner.

So is Mr.

Except there is one area we do not share the same planning technique. That would be the toilet paper supply. Ya know. The one roll in the holder as it should be and then I also chuck a couple of rolls on the back of the toilet bowl for ease and convenience.

This is where we differ.

Mr would never, ever think of chucking an extra roll at the back of the toilet bowl.

Never.

Ever.

Gawd forbid you actually plan ahead and have a spare roll when you need it. He has no problem using the spare rolls that I put on the back of the bowl but do you think he would think of putting some there?

Pfft!

Ah yes, the perks of married life....

My paternal grandfather was Canadian born and bred.

I do believe he died in the later half of the 1980`s at the ripe age of 82 (I think but definitely in his early 80`s). He fought in WWI, was raised a Catholic, married and raised two sons.

He was a Conservative with a capital C, worked hard, loved to fish and pottered in a vegetable garden at his cottage during the summer months.

And he was also a staunch monarchist. My Papa lived and breathed the English monarchy for as long as I could remember. In fact, on Christmas morning, we could not open the Christmas presents until the Queen had given her speech.

That was a long, long time ago.

I do not feel there is the same sentiment among my peers these days. The monarchy seems to be a thing of the past (at least from my vantage point).

Having said that, Prince Charles and Camilla will be visiting Canada for eleven days soon and I promise we will take very good care of them.

Now Mr likes the soap he uses in the shower to be a lathering kind.

Me?

I could give a crap if the soap lathers as I just want it to clean my bits and bobs.

So imagine his surprise when he hops in the shower, grabs the bar of soap, Dove soap to be precise, starts lathering the soap and finds it is not to be.

Pfft!

Soap is soap is it not?

Does it really need to lather?

Is it a man thing?

Do women like soap that lathers?

Gah!

I can now see why Mr thinks Wednesdays are the best day of the week as he starts preparing to come back to MalaLand.

Recently, I have become antsy to have him return and by Wednesdays I am fed up. I cope with life (not that there is a choice) but knowing he comes home Thursday gives me a time line to keep going.

Which is bizarre as I was a single mum for more than ten years and had no choice to shoulder a ton of responsibility on my shoulders but knowing that I don't have to do that any more, removes a lot of pressure.

Don't get me wrong...I enjoy my aloneness...guess there is no pleasing me now is there?

Ah well...