Tiz Shares Her Beauty Secrets and More.....

Good day, Blogpals,

I guess you're put away your wrapping paper, organized your gifts, and written your thank you notes or you wouldn't be reading this, right? Well, at least go set a mousetrap to make yourself feel useful. (Aside: I must ashamedly admit that my son Tim has become a heartless mouse catcher. The first time he had to put a trapped mouse out of its misery before disposing of it, he was traumatized. Not anymore! He has ratcheted up the quality of his mousetraps and claims to have the surefire method to keeping those pesky critters out of the garage even if he does live on the prarie and back up to a field.)

You probably think I had forgotten you. But actually I have months' worth of blog notes scribbled everywhere. So, here goes...

Recently, Mary, Mom, and I flew to Florida for a wedding. I rented a car at the airport and needed to find my way to the beach side hotel at 11:30 PM. Anyone who knows me knows that me finding my way from Park Place to Boardwalk is an accomplishment. However, I was prepared. I had typed the address in my phone's navigation system (which I had used at least once before). Of course, I couldn't check a map or a phone once I got the car as it was late, dark, and I was alone in the airport lot. I've read enough true crime books to know not to look distracted and confused -- an extremely hard task for me as that's the way I appear most of the time. So, out I went without knowing anything more than how to turn on the car. If you ever rent cars, you know that an important step is familiarizing yourself with the knobs, buttons, etc. Well, I had no time for that; someone might get me. So, I pushed the button on my phone and said a prayer. Despite not being able to see out of either of my side mirrors (couldn't figure out how to adjust them), I was cruising along quite well holding my phone up to my ear to hear the directions. My cousin called a few times and disturbed my directions, but I didn't answer it and sojourned on. I was thankful that it was a clear calm night, especially since I had no idea how to turn on the wipers. I thought I was home free when, all at once, water deluged my windows. A hotel was watering its lawn... Well, I blindly started pushing, pulling, and turning knobs. I finally located the wipers and I --- as well as Pensacola, Florida--- was saved. It was only a few miles later that I noticed that I had somehow turned off my lights. Oh, well, I did get there. Nobody got me, and I didn't get anybody either.

Nancy has recently had a few interviews for internships. Outfitting her properly has been quite an ordeal. I thought back to what I wore when I got my first job. It was a lovely royal blue sleeveless polyester mini dress, belted and trimmed in white. I complemented it with tall white open-toe clog sandals. Of course, I had on the standard suntan hose and large dangling hoop earrings which peeked out from my shag haircut. It worked for me. And, obviously, my mother wasn't the least bit involved in what I wore...

Recent Tizhap...One morning as I was hurriedly getting ready for work, catastrophe struck: I dropped my blush in the toilet. In the words of a friend whose name I can't mention, I was "devastated.". I had no extra Cover Girl classic pinks in the cabinet. What was a girl to do? Well, I pinched my cheeks and bravely went forth... certain that someone would comment on my changed appearance. After all, I have worn Cover Girl classic pink my entire life. I must look as weird to others as I did to myself. When I forget to wear eyeliner, I inevitably get asked if I'm feeling okay or if I'm tired. Guess what? I was without blush for three days and no one said a word. And when I finally had a chance to get more, Walgreens was out of classic pink! Since I wasn't going home soon where I could steal one of my mother's classic pinks, I was forced to settle for Maybelline medium pink. I brushed it on ferociously each morning, but somehow it just didn't look right. You'll be relieved to know that Target was not out of classic pink, so now I am back in the pink -- the classic pink-- once again. Surely, you've noticed, right?...And one more (I want to throw away these scribbled notes), while on our trip to Fl I must have spaced out while purchasing my ticket -- or more likely the computer made a mistake -- my ticket had my name with a "Jr" after it, so now I'll have to add one more name to the list below. I was afraid that I wouldn't be allowed to board the plane as my I.D. didn't match my ticket, but I must have looked innocuous enough..

Flushing and blushing,
I remain
Tizzie/Tiz/Tizmom/Mom/Liz/Elizabeth/Elizabeth, Jr.