Run For The Border

As it turns out, my original post holds true...I am really not that interesting. Every now and then something happens that makes me think, "I need to blog about that." But then I sit at my computer and either can't think of the thing or it no longer sounds worthy of web space.

What I can tell you is this: My friend Mayor of Crazytown had a great blog today where she once again admitted to loving Taco Bell. I left a comment about also loving Taco Bell. It is rather tasty! And why would anyone not love gooey cheese, zesty filling, and a topping of sour cream?

Well now I need Taco Bell. This is not just a craving but a full blown need. My mouth is watering at the thought of a meximelt (my new favorite dish...the brilliance of a taco without the lettuce to mess it up!). I'll make a run for the border; you should too.

My New Love

When I was a little girl (and a teenager and adult for that matter) I had a fascination with makeup. I loved the stuff...still do. But I never liked to take the time to put it on. Once I finished with all my years of schooling, I decided that I had to act like an adult and wear makeup and a grownup watch (but that's another story).

Every day I pull out my makeup tray and apply. I have done this for some years now. Only I usually don't complete my face. I get everything done except for the lipstick. And then I never remember to put it on. I have this dolled up face with pale, chapsticked lips!

A few month's ago, I stumbled onto my new love: Lancome Juicy Tubes in Caramel Delight. I kept it in my makeup tray and applied it even before I got dressed. Lip problem solved. Except that I kept it in my makeup tray and as you probably know, gloss doesn't last.

Recently I went to a large city near my small city for a conference. I took one afternoon for shopping and found myself at Sephora where I purchased my next new love: Stila Lip Glaze in Brown Sugar (I like my lipstick dark but my gloss neutral). It was $20, which I still have a hard time believing I paid, but I love it. I now start my day with Stila and bring on the Juicy throughout.

Peanut Butter Pumpkins

I have a love/hate relationship with Halloween. Growing up in the country, we didn't have many neighbors (and except for my grandparents who lived next door, the closest ones were miles away). When Halloween rolled around, we would get all gussied up and go trick-or-treating. Since all of our neighbors lived far far away, we'd have to make appointments for a candy stop and travel by car. My little brother and I never quite got the loot most of our school friends did!

As a grownup, I finally live in a neighborhood. Last year I got all ready for Halloween. I bought candy and turned on the porch light (the universal symbol for "come and get it"). Not one soul came by for my yummy treats...not even the kid across the street who I told to come over!

Well this year I have decided not to buy the bags of gumballs and tiny heath bars. I am boycotting Halloween. However, in the back of my mind I keep thinking that I will now become the house with the mean lady who doesn't like kids and I will end up with a yard full of rotten eggs. But just as soon as I buy those candy treats, no one will come.

That's my hate relationship with the "holiday". What I love, though, are Peanut Butter Pumpkins. They are quite a tasty treat and every Halloween (and Valentine's day and Easter and maybe Christmas?) I go to the drugstore to buy my seasonal allotment of giant Reese's cups! It is those lovely creations that make my entire winter tolerable.

So whether you love Halloween or despise it, go eat a pb pumpkin. It makes life better.

Entering a New Realm

Not sure if it really is peer pressure, the fact that all my friends have a place to express themselves so that the rest of us (and the world) can read what's going on, or that maybe I possibly could be insteresting (which is highly doubtful), but this new realm is now mine. Luckily only a very few will every find this site and they already know that I'm not nearly as funny as them.

My only other thought for this day is to tell about the blog's name. In my heart of hearts, I wish I could have been the one who said it. But the statement, "It's my day to shine," came from a great friend who is one of the funniest people on the planet. This quip, which has been with me for years and makes me smile everytime I think of it, was in response to putting the correct change in a vending mechine and getting not one but two packs of gum in return! Even now it makes me giggle. My hope is that maybe I'll have some shining moments to share. And if not, there's always recollections of others' days to shine!