Beauty in a Box

This is what I brought home the other day. 

Bronzed French Roast.

What promises lay within?

Instantaneous beauty?

Alluring sex appeal?

Self confidence and esteem?

Oh yeah, I could use some, if not all, of the above. 

I spent an hour, Monday morning, diligently following the directions to a "t". 

This is the result.

Am I rocking the look or what? 

Notice I am attempting the same sultry stare of the model on the box.

Unfortunately I think I ended up looking either sleepy or nauseated instead. 

Oh well, at least the grey is covered for the time being.

May this be a lesson that true beauty comes from what is inside, 

not from a box! 

Monday Musings-February 8, 2010

Dear New Orleans Saints,

Who Dat?!!! Game well played. You deserved the win. Congratulations! Oh, and Drew? If you are ever searching for another team I do believe we have a QB position opening up.

Just another football fan,

Mrs. Sister

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Dear Indianapolis Colts,

I guess it just wasn't your turn to shine in the spotlight. Although I was semi-sort of rooting for you I still enjoyed the game. Even being on the losing end you just gotta love a good Cinderella story and fairy tale ending. Better luck next year.

So sorry the season's over,

Mrs. Sister

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Dear Super Bowl Commercials,

Yawn!

That had to be the worst batch of commercials EVER for a Super Bowl. I think I may have chuckled once or, at most, twice but I couldn't even begin to tell you at which ad. The Bud Light ads were painfully annoying. Honestly, I can't recall any others. That's sad when advertisers shell out the mega millions for a coveted Super Bowl spot.

Disappointed,

Mrs. Sister

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Dear Half Time Entertainment Committee and The Who,

To steal paraphrase what a good friend of mine wrote on Facebook: "Talking about my DEgeneration"! Witnessing a couple of gramps attempting to seriously sing about "Teenage Wasteland" was painful to say the least. "Who are You"? Certainly not The Who I grew up with and adored. 

Shaking my head in disbelief,

Mrs. Sister

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Dear Marathon Man,

You did it! You completed your very 1st marathon in a pretty decent time of 4:42. We continue to be amazed at your determination and perseverance. You went about setting your goals and have achieved each and every one of them. You are an inspiration and motivation for all of us. Congratulations!

Your friend,

Polly

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I Won!

Kimberly, from Terra Del Sol had a very unique giveaway featuring actual works of art. I had my choice of 3 items. I'm having a difficult time choosing but am close to choosing the antique advertisement:

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Ms. Bibi, at From Misery to Happiness..., is at it again! She has awarded me with a very special acknowledgement.

Isn't it PERFECT? I love it and will proudly display it in my Achievements slide show. Thank you, Bibi! You're such a good friend! (She also "tagged" me a little while back but I'm saving that for another day) If you are ever searching for a new blog to follow and haven't paid a visit to Bibi, I suggest definitely checking out her blog. 

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That's it for today. Daisy wants out and then I have to wake up the big kiddo as it's time to seize the day. Make it a good Monday, everyone!

Sacred Sunday: Super Bowl Sunday?

Yes. You read correctly. Super Bowl Sunday.


To the secularists, the Superbowl is, indeed, a sacred event.


Think about it:


The Holy Trinity includes the Coach, the Quarterback and the GM.


The only way to the "Big Game" is through the Quarterback.


The "Big Game", the Super Bowl if you will, is the sports fan version of nirvana; heaven.


The stadium is the almighty altar at which teams are worshiped and glorified.


The individual teams are the varying denominations which promise that their path to the Super Bowl is the only  path. All other paths are "flawed". 


The team's Defensive Line are, literally, the Guardian Angels.


What about the Offense? They are the Charismatic Evangelicals proclaiming their team's "gospel" towards the Red Zone. 


The Cheerleaders? The Woman Religious, of course.


How about the Sportscasters? They are the Clergy, announcing the play by play action to the faithful.


The Faithful Fans are, naturally, the Congregation whipped into a frenzy of undying adoration of their chosen team.


The jerseys, t-shirts and caps worn by the fans in addition to the commercials and the half-time show have all become sacramentals.


I apologize if I have inadvertently offended anyone with this irreverent post. This is what happens when a Sacred Sunday post wasn't drafted ahead of time. I hope you enjoyed the irony that was the intent of this post. In the meantime:

Go Colts!

Go Saints!

Hey, I am a big fan of Manning and also a sucker for a good Cinderella story. So I'll be rooting for a great game to be played out. May the best team win!

*All images used in this post were found on Google Images*

Marathon Man

I have a blogging friend. His name is Luis. Luis will be running his very 1st marathon tomorrow. Why is that significant? Well let me briefly tell you about the "marathon" he's already ran and I believe you'll be impressed.


Just a few short years ago this was Luis.

Obese and unhappy with himself, Luis dug deep down inside and found the courage to change his way of life. He began by focusing on his eating habits. He then went on to work with a personal trainer and began an exercise regimen. This eventually led him to discover his love for running. 


When I met Luis, we were both running 3-5 miles at time. He wasn't satisfied with that and kept setting higher and higher goals. Tomorrow will be the culmination of all his perseverance, determination and hard work.  


This is Luis now.

Wow! After achieving this the marathon should be a piece of cake!


I humbly request that instead of commenting here today, please visit Luis over at his blog, Muddy Runner, and give him some words of encouragement. He's pretty nervous right now.


Good luck Luis. I know you will finish strong!

Flash Friday 55: Dawn

I discovered this meme at The Wizard of Otin, who discovered it from 

G-Man at Mr. KnowItAll. The challenge is to write and tell a story in 55 words. Since it is a dark and dreary day and I had no post planned, I decided to take that challenge. Please let me know if it's a fail or not. 

Image found at www.malaga-weather.com

Dreams fade,

leaving fuzzy remnants at edge of consciousness.

Senses shift. 

Synapses spark.

Body stirs. 

Slowly, deliberately, 

becoming aware of surroundings.

From slumbering to struggling then stumbling 

into the dawn of a new day.  

A fresh beginning, 

bright and beguiling.

Pleas are prayed.

Promises are pledged. 

Whether expectations are met, 

day is fulfilled.

Sleep.

Repeat.

Alphabe-Thursday: The Letter C

I struggled with "C" this week. Oh what Could I do?

Good ol' alliteration is always fun:

The Cacophony of Cackles and Cat Calls Came forth

from the Cantankerous Curmudgeons

Causing the Crushed Comedian to Cry.

Or maybe I should Craft a poem:

Crimson glass of Cabernet

Calling, Courting at end of day.

From whose Clasp is hard to stray

Oh Crimson glass of Cabernet.

I see that I'm still stuck in alliteration mode. Oh well.

I know...How about a pictorial? 

My spice Cabinet is a sea of "C":

Here you have Cloves, Cardamom, Coriander, 

Celery seed, Curry powder, Caraway seeds, and Cinnamon

And to the left are Cayenne, Cumin, and Chili powder, 

That's it. I have nothing else.  I'm all "C'd" out for the day. 

To participate in Alphabe-Thursday, please hop on over to 

Jenny's place to see what the fuss is all about.