Just so you know...

Here's how it's pronounced:
Eyjafjallajokull (ay-yah-FYAH-lah-yer-kuhl) volcano
Consider this a public service.

Girly girl things

Admittedly I am not a girly girl. Though I do have an occasional passing fancy for something greatly girly girl or positively princess. Occasionally divine diva. And then there are those certain things that warm my chachki loving heart. Especially when it comes to fingernails. I LOVE having my nails done! There is nothing like a polished French Manicure to feminize a nail chewers fingertips. Yes, I am a nail chewer and have been as long as I can remember. Stress, anger, nerves or just plain boredom are enough to start me a chewin'. Gross perhaps, but maybe that's why I have such an awesome immune system? I have probably ingested more germs than I care to think about, but I digress... This morning whilst pulling clothes out of the dryer, I banged my poor thumbkins right into the darn machine and now this evening it is still angry at me. Good thing I wasn't planning on having the nails done anytime soon. OK I'll be honest, I am just too cheap to get the needed refills after the original set. Sigh. Maybe if I had this cute set done I wouldn't mind paying for the upkeep?

Gratuitous Potty Humor

Life or Death?

OK so I'm watching the LIFE series on the Discovery Channel this past Sunday (as I have been since the beginning) and once again I had to turn it off and walk away. Not that this hadn't occured to me in earlier episodes but this weeks show just solidified it in my mind: This series should not be called "Life" ~ more appropriately it should be called "Death" As most of the critters seem to get stalked and eaten on these programs.

Was it well filmed? Yes. Was it well presented? Yes. Was the information interesting? Yes. Do I want to see more dancing birds? Yes please. Do I want to see any more pelicans eating baby birds? No thank you. Would I like to see another starfish having a leg torn off? Hell No!

Call me a weenie, I just see enough blood and gore on the normal stations and the news. The last thing I need to see before I go to bed is a spider the size of my car devouring sweet little frogs. Think I'll go back to surfing the internet on Sunday nights. Sorry Oprah.