Dear Sweet Summer...

Arizona Iced Tea, wind-blown hair, Grease & Footloose playing loud, and constant swimming. These are a few of the things that lace my current summer. Yes, I keep a swinging job at a local grocery where the old men wink at me from under their fishing caps & the under-aged try to flirt, usually ending in a chuckle on my end and a bruised ego on theirs. I haven't written a thing in months and my poor little head is spinning with ideas. But mostly, I just feel like sharing what makes my summer (and summers) a true party...even if I never leave town.

A sweet summer night and naught to do....go lake swimming slash star-gazing, but don't forget your fresh strawberries!

Or during the day, plan a legit picnic. Blanket, basket, and oh, some music...

Wine Baskets Ordered?

 Though, throughout the summer, one thing has always held me captive....Berry-picking. What a wonderful date followed by a jump into a beautiful lake?

A Drive-In movie is always good! Followed by burgers & shakes. Make sure to wear a cute dress &Toms are just too comfy to leave at home!

 

Summer is fulled with many wonderful things to do. Some absolutely free & others rather pricy. Whatever you chose to spend your sweet time doing...spend it with sweet people. People make the memories.

It Cut Me In Two. Ouch.

Well, well, well, this silly little blog cut my great zinger of a message in two.

The Art of Catching: Part One

As all intelligent souls know and understand, there are ways to 'ask people out' and ways to sweep people off their feet. The latter is preferred. Unfortunately, many of this weak generation have lost the zing of the romantical adventure called 'wooing'. This is a terrifying word and a slightly strange one. People, especially teens usually start laughing and snorting when they hear this or they shrug and say, 'Uhhh..'. Thus, I shall term this term: 'catching'.

Long ago, back in the day when people knew how to Catch....

A young gentleman with prospects and a mind towards a good future calls upon the lady (not the other way around) but never without the consent of the father. If the father liked the young man, he would tell the soon-to-be caller something along the following: 'Yes, you may court my daughter, start here in my home, and then we progress slowly.' The young man (yearning for the father's respect) nods, and then shakes his hand.

He then asks the girl (probably on the way home from a church picnic or a church service), "Would you do me the honour of seeing me?" Or something similar to that.

Now, before we sprout ahead, I need to refresh your young twenty first century mind to the ideals of courtship. Courtship has different meanings and different faces. Especially according to the age it’s in.

Then: Courtship was the 'dating' of the times. The young man would save and prepare himself for supporting a family. He would approach the father and request the daughter. Now, this wasn't trivial. Courtship was (and still is in the mind) to be approaching marriage. The scary M word of our society. He would then ask the girl (if the father had given permission) if she was interested. If she said yes, they would meet in public settings, and progress like snails (usually & if everything was proper).

Now: We have dating as the norm, but a few select folks use the ancient methods of courtship (now, as a typical matchmaker, I yearn for the romantic. Courtship if simply more romantic than date-ing. Which makes me think of shriveled fruits.

Late Night Notes By Me

Some men look better with a certain shave. Some fellows-a new jack and some, simply, a bath.

I've decided that an accent (if authentic or superbly faked) adds quite a lot.

Goodnight.

A Hopeless Romantic's Secret Obsession...

1. War movies or any movie that would be, predominetly maleish...

2. I <3 Cars

3. No-Shave-NovemberBut I really don't like hairy men...

4. Fishing
and my favourite part....gutting them....no lie.

5. I don't like makeup
Though I wear it......

6. I quote movies.....

"Beware of the moooooon." or "Do you guys, you know.....fondue?"

7. I like to gamble...
Especially with personal posessions!

8. I'm super messy.....
but I like to clean my family & friend's living spaces....weird..

and I might shoot myself IF my room looked like this....

9. I like comics....
Especially the old Spidy ones...

10. I like to eat
To be honest....this has turned into a blog about how I'm really a closet guy. Creepy? I think so.



The Lady Takes the Classy Cake...

A picture from a bit ago....but Heath (on the left), Grandmother (Middle), and the Hopeless Romantic (with a swing bob)

As you all know, I have this fledging obsession with the eras gone by, mostly the forties & fifties. Probably because my grandmothers lived then and I always refer to them as my shining examples of woman. Not just spirtitually, but emotionally and in so many ways. Though with my mom's mom, one area of her expertise really grabs my heart......

When it comes to entertaining, my grandmother is on the top of the ladder. She bakes, she cooks (and everything looks good), cleans, decorates, and makes her home into the warmest, most welcome place. This past year I've spent almost a day a week at her kitchen table enjoying her talents. She stuffs me full of delicious food, but its truly the way she makes the food that enthralls me so. She has the 'pinch of this, smidge of that' method down pat, but she also can make anything from french bread to chicken noodle soup from memory. Talk about a true housewife of caliber. I also take notice, that when sitting down to eat, my grandfather prays, and says, "and thank you God for the cute little cook." I'm obviously not the only one to notice her skills. My grandmother (her name is Lois) also sews like a seamstress, cleans like a spectacular five-star maid, nurses us sick little people(she has too good of a bedside manner to be a doctor), teaches us, and the list never ends.
I remember the day she came over to clean, she told me she had cleaned her house, put a lunch in the crockpot for her hubby, made one for us, came to our house, cleaned, made us desert, and left in time to take her dinner out of her crockpot and spend the evening with him. Plus, the woman thinks Sean Connery is attractive. She has what I call class.

I can only hope that someday, I can be half the housewife, wife, mother, teacher, cook, baker, seamstress, nurse, gardener, bee-keeper, wedding planner, hostess, Bible-study leader, and grandmother....she is. So here is an imagnianry toast to the classiest woman on the planet. My Grandmother.

How to Maintain Class in an Emergency : Top 10 Scaries

I have found that being a true lady of class doesn't have much to do with when all is fine and dandy, but what you do during a freakish, uncontrolled emergency of dire circumstances.

1. The Infamous Shoe Breakage

Be a lady: don't start screaming...correct your posture & faint if a strong, handsome young rogue is approaching. Consider traffic & the possibilities of death.



2. Food in Teeth

Close mouth, smile (mouth shut) & don't probe with your tongue. Excuse yourself through sign-language & hurry to the powder room.






3. Riiiiip: rest in peace stocking!

Pretend it never happened and chances are no one will notice....but just in case (JIC) carry another pair of tights, stockings, or hose in your bag. A classy lady is always prepared







4. Stain on clothing

Unfortunately, this ugly duckling was made this way.....

My Suggestion....

Bring a stylish overcoat or poncho with you. Be the MacGyver Woman. Be prepared for anything.






5. Sweat Stains: Most Awkward Unfortunate Mishap....

Keep those arms down and bring a mini blow dryer....as the one below...

6. Dirty Nails:
Don't chew, lick, or try to remove dirt unless inside the confines of a restroom. We are not descended of apes, girls!

7. Smudgy Eyes = Panda Eyes = You wear your heart on your sleeve...or face...

Keep some nice, easy on the skin, facial tissues with moisture in your purse & never rub your eyes with your hands! it just causes it to go EVERYWHERE!

8. Run out of gasoline on the road...

Always carry some cash for some gas, A handwritten thank you note, ready to be addressed & a gas can....and if you're really fortunate...He'll stop & help you...like he did with me...

9. Runny Nose...

Keep some soft, floral tissues on you at all times, and probably some nose concealer...








10. You're cut & bleeding..

Self-Explanatory....

Now remember, life will continually plague you. Chin up, no complaining, and seize every situation. Who knows....you might just meet your Prince Charming.....or a creeper...but either way, you can capably handle yourself like a classy lady.