The nose knows

Did you know that your sense of smell triggers amazing memory recognition? Were you also aware that in most cases your sense of smell will become accustomed to a new odor within 4 seconds (okay, okay...I know there are exceptions...)? It's amazing what some people think are good smells but other people detest. What are your favorites?
Can't you just smell your granny when some other grandma walks by wearing the same perfume? A woman at my work wears "Charlie" cologne...I didn't even know they made that anymore. One day I passed her going up the down staircase and boom! flashback to high school days. Remember a young Shelly Hack strutting her stuff wearing Charlie in the commercials? I didn't either until I smelled "Charlie" on the 60 year old coworker.
I don't like the smell of my work public bathroom after one of my male coworkers exits after lunch. Ewwwwwww...the bathroom also happens to be right off the copy room...so, if you're planning to do any work in there after that...fuggedaboutit.
I do like the smell of the earth after a rain shower...so clean and fresh. And I love the fragrance of alyssum or honeysuckle...so sweet and heavenly. You add a glass of wine to that and it's just about perfect.
I had bought a pair of vintage French leather club chairs off of Ebay and when I brought them home and hauled them inside we detected a strange odor. When I called the previous owner he said that they had just polished them with some leather conditioner from France and that the aroma should dissipate in a few days. Unfortunately, the chairs had to spend the weekend in the garage but have since been allowed back in.
Smells, odors, aromas, fragrances...the nose knows.

Dance Fever

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It's early AM and as I finish tying up my shoelaces I immediately grab my most necessary object for the morning run...my IPod. It's the little "shuffle" which is perfect for me...holds just enough but not too much and easy to carry (kind of like the most perfect purse).
I admit it and I'm proud to say I do enjoy the disco on my walks, runs, and promenading around my neighborhood. I am in another place in time and to be perfectly honest if people wouldn't point and stare I would most likely dance the 2 miles rather than walk.
This recently uploaded Barry White tune is one of my all time favorites. On an early morning run in small town USA, I can become Lucy Liu (Ling) line dancing with the cast of Allie McBeal. I like that she's a little cautious but ready to jump right in...sounds like me in most circumstances. I might have picked Elaine but she doesn't wash her hands as she leaves the stall and that made me a little leery.

Paint your stories

Painting the exterior of your home can be very stressful. You become so accustomed to how your house looks in the present and the past that it's hard to decide on the home's future.
Why is it that the perfect color you've chosen from another house in another neighborhood looks awful on your house in your neighborhood? That "Tuscany Gold" looks like dijon mustard. The "Tobacco Brown" looks like ...well, you know what it looks like and it's not good. That "Summer Yellow" that was so "happy" turns into the color of the local school bus.
Painting your home isn't just for you either. Everyone gets involved and everyone has an opinion about the color. The neighbors, the mailman, even the painters all like to throw their two cents in about their like or dislike of the color you chose. It's like you're naked and people are judging you...and who wants to be the fat girl in that situation? You want to be the girl that has been working out and not eaten the second helpings. No one ever commented about your home before but now it seems as though crowds gather round the dropcloths and paint buckets just to give you their words of wisdom.
Now I know why so many people move into planned neighborhoods where there are paint restrictions on newly built houses. They couldn't decide on a paint color for their old home so they decided to move just to be told what color to paint the new place. Seems like it would be a lot less stressful.

Run for the Roses

How can some people have all the talent while the rest of us just sit by and admire? I know, I know...not all of us can be fabulous painters like my good artist friend, Kimberly Kelly Santini. She truly sees the details and paints it effortlessly. She'll be painting horses this week instead of the "dog a day" paintings to get all of us ready to celebrate the Kentucky Derby on May 5th. Bet on a sure thing and buy one of her paintings...beautiful!

Mayday! Mayday!

I feel like I'm in high school again and the teacher just handed me my homework and said "you started out so well, what happened?"
(and trust me, dear reader, I am proud to say that conversation never happened in my high school years...now, college...another story.)
I just took a look at my blog stats for February, March, and April. I started out like gangbusters with blog after blog in the beginning and it looked like I would take "Blog-Race" by storm (there is a competition with blogs isn't there?? Color me obsessive-competitive).

But now, I can hear the imaginary announcer say: "and it's March, her second month out and it looks like...no,no...yes,yes, she is. She is starting to slow down. Oh boy, this is not good. If she's going to get readers and keep the ones she's got, she needs to keep the keys a clackin"(and that would be my imaginary 1940's announcer voice and jargon...thinking of William H. Macy with a hat)
I am almost embarassed by my lack of April posts. Did I stop for for a drink or two (which is always a nice idea...but not in Blog-Race), watch too many reality shows? What's a girl to do?
Well, I'll tell you. In May, I will do my best to pepper this blog with amusing anecdotes, stories that make you go hmmmmmm, and I'll even throw in a bit or two of historical fiction just for the fun of it. Now, mind you, I'm heading to the hills of Tuscany for a little summer break at the end of our fifth month but I will do my best to keep the computer keyboard humming until then. Keep tuned in boys and girls... we'll have lots to talk about.

Waterman,Waterman everywhere

I love stacking my rings. Along with the "wow" factor, Cathy Waterman rings just seem to look better served up two or three at a time. So, naturally when I found another Waterman ring on Ebay studded with tanzanite jewels that match the color of my eyes (*flirty flutter of eyelashes*) I knew that I would have to have it.

The ring arrived and I do love it, but I just don't like three rings stacked on my fingers on a scorcher day in Phoenix. Although I have what I like to consider "delicate" hands, my fingers swelled up like little sausages when I was outside on one of the first 100 degree days followed by another hour or two in an unairconditioned building. Unfortunately, I was left with wrestling the rings off my finger and stashing them in my bag for the day. Not so happy about this but I suppose I should look at it as my newest fall/winter accessory. Perfect! Wonder if I should do some finger crunches in the meantime...

If you're happy and you know it

What is your passion? I'm not talking about what you and your significant other do to create passion (get your mind out of the gutter, reader) but rather what is it that makes you happy? fulfilled? complete? What is it that floats your boat? What do you love,love,love, to do? Your bliss? Your joy?

Maybe it's buying and selling on Ebay, taking photographs, writing, decorating, painting, helping others, exercising, cooking, sports....the list is endless. How fascinating that there are so many choices, so many avenues, that allow us to be delighted just by doing this thing and being joyful while doing it. And how fabulous that your passion may not necessarily be my passion yet we can still encourage each other to go after that said passion.
And perhaps this could prove to be a problem as well... do you know what you have a passion for?
Could you make a decision to go after your passion today and see how it effects your future tomorrow?
To tie this all up with a big beautiful bow and segue into why I'm writing about passions on this blog is that every passion has a story... what's yours?