MK - What Have You done to Me!!

I went to meet

Ms Mary Kay.

On wares aplenty

my eyes did play.

Fine food was served,

but not to us.

We got rice

Drowned in thick, gooey sauce!

With faces washed

and colours picked

We dabbed and swiped,

Twas a palette thick.

Well, thick enough

to cause a fright,

as my eyes turned pink

later that night!

Oh woe is me

with delicate skin

For MK’s products

left my vision thin.

I type this now

with vision fair,

But this morning’s visage

was a different affair.

Puffed up eyes

And red rimmed lids

A spectre wild!

That’ll learn me kids!!

So, no makeup for me.

My face will have to stay bare.

Unless I want to appear

As your worst nightmare!

*Photo from Moronface.com

MK - You look Marvelous!

I am going out this evening!

  "Where to", you ask?

Well, I have been invited to a Mary Kay party! I said this to my Aunt this afternoon and she remarked,
   "They're still around?"

Yup, and I get dinner and a makeover out of the deal. Sweet! I expect to be dolled up finer than anything by the end of the evening! Going to be gorgeous, so if you'll excuse me, I am going to change into something sexy to complement my anticipated makeover.

Ready for my photo shoot!

Have a lovely evening all! and babies...
YOU look mahvellous!!!



*Picture found at Flickriver

December 1st

deck the halls with...
hmm, how shall I deck?
garlands add a touch of bliss
plus reindeer, what the heck!

Can I find the snow globes,
maybe a snowman or two?
What happened to Santa's wardrobe?
His hat has been coloured blue!

tum, tee, dum tumm...
There's the angels three
I don't remember where this jingle bear came from,
but there's my old ceramic lit-up tree!

Oh, it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...
yes, the flakes are in the air
I have started on my shopping checklist
and Bob & Doug McKenzie are singing the 12 days of Christmas without a care

My sides are tickled raw
for their 2 pounds of back bacon and beer in a tree,
yes True Canadians, Hahaha
Oh, let's pull out all the other Christmas CDs!

Well, I should vacuum and dust the house
so that I can place the ornaments just so
ah, my favourite; Mrs. Claus & her spouse!
Yup, December 1st and the festive season has hit me all aglow!

Happy Holiday!
from little ole me
at a New Day
playing the Oneshot Wednesday spree

I'm a gummibar

Just wanted to share a little piece of my Momma hell with you. This has been stuck in my head all evening. Delightful. The kids think it is hilarious. My brain isn't going to offer you anything more from its gummy state I'm afraid. Perhaps tomorrow I will be able to find a poetic pen...

A Goodbye Cruise

You would think all I did was drink while I was in Africa at this rate. Brett and Oliver met back up with us later in the day after Miki and I returned from our canoe safari. Hugs and apologies led us to a makeup date on a booze cruise into Zambia. It was just across the river, but our passports were always hungry for new stamps, so a-cruising we would go. We saw a most beautiful sunset as we chugged along the Zambezi above the Falls with many, many drinks in hand. One too many for poor Miki, as she was a fallen soldier half-way home. Not sure if the border guards appreciated cleaning up after all the booze cruisers that went through that border, but the economy was grateful I’m sure!

Miki’s groans were joined by the rest of us, as we begged for sleep under a blazing light post in the campground where we had set up our tents. At 3 AM we tossed and turned laughing at our fate, but by 5 AM we blissfully crashed again. Brett pushed on to get a view of the sunrise from the falls, but I could not muster the strength to walk, let alone goggle over a new day. Miki and I would make a trek to the falls later in the day to get our fill of the magnificent view and feel the spray of the Zambezi’s water on welcome cheeks.

This was our Coup de grâce for a journey that had spanned just over 3 months. Miki would depart the next evening on a Translux bound for Johannesburg. It saddened me that she would no longer be my travelling companion, but fate had thrown her in my path and for that I would be eternally grateful. When I had concocted a journey to Africa the year before, it had held no one in it, but myself and  relatives to meet. I had never dreamed that I would be back-packing around the African continent with someone I barely knew from high school, an Aussie bloke and whatever other travelers we came across. She helped me to get comfortable in my backpack’s straps and have the confidence to strike out on my own. With a heavy heart I wished her well, but knew that when she left the next evening I would wipe away my tears and turn to the next bend in the road on my African Adventure.