It's here, it's here....the day has finally arrived.
First, let me say to all of those who were guessing my secret...no, I have not won the lottery. No, I'm not getting a new bed. No, I'm not pregnant. No I'm not dating Anthony or Anderson...although I wouldn't mind. And, no, I'm not moving.
Now...insert drum roll here.
http://www.zazzle.com/gueswhooriginals
Check it out!!!!!!!
Yes, after a year of blood, sweat, tears, planning, scheming, hoping and dreaming I am pleased and honored to announce my little publishing company has come of age. YES, with a great deal of help from my daughter Karen, we are launching TODAY on Zazzle.com...my very own page of merchandise ready for purchase. And I hope all of you, starting today, will stop by frequently to see what products are available.
I confess I'm very excited about all of this, and as I mentioned a few days ago, I think, at my age, I should be sitting around with a crochet hook and some yarn in my hands, rather than exploring a whole new Cyber-space store front. Although this whole endeavor has caused a lot of terror to swim around in the pit of my stomach, I'm also quite proud of our achievements so far, and I confess this adventure has been a whole lot more fun and exciting than having my hands full of yarn and a crochet hook.
Honestly, I feel like a new born babe...I've so much still to learn, I hope I am up to the task. As Karen says, for the month of February the Zazzle web site will be my class room as she helps me take over the reins to create new products for the Gues Who Originals web page. I'm well aware there are challenges ahead. With the economy still struggling, it is not the best time to be expanding a business, however, as I always say to Karen, I'm not in this for the money, I'm in business because I love it.
Yes, I love the joy, creativity, fun, challenges, pleasure and incredible rush I get every morning when I get up and go to work at a job I love. So, if the old adage is true and I continue to do what I love, perhaps the money will follow.
But. I digress. Here's the great thing about Zazzle, and why it is such a good match for Gues Who Originals. Some of you already have my note cards catalogs, and I am pleased to report that most of the illustrations in that catalog are compatibly with the Zazzle site, and with a little time and learning, I'm hopeful I will be able to create any number of items made specially for you from the illustrations in the catalog. E-mail me, call me, Facebook me, Blog me, and I will do my best to bring your desired merchandise to life. The possibilities are endless, as you will see from the items already shown on my Zazzle page, located at:
http://www.zazzle.com/gueswhooriginals
Please, feel free to stop by my store front, and window shop today.
So there you have it, it's 12:32 AM Thursday, January 31st. Finally...I'm able to...tattle...spill the beans...upset the apple cart...sing like a canary.
And now, three exhausted ladies are going to go to bed. Good night Frankie, good night Ms. Beside Myself, good night me. I hope we all sleep well. Plus, I hope, come the dawn, we get some good reviews.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
It won't be long now...
my secret will be revealed tomorrow.
I'm trying, very, very hard to wait.
Frankie is ready to bust her gusset. Since she is part of me she has been in on this secret from the beginning, and I have to say her patience has been (up to now) much better than mine. I hope we don't kill each other before the end of this day. One more sleep Frankie, just one more sleep.
Of course, you have to realize there has been somebody else living here since, oh I don't know, the beginning of December, and that is Ms. Beside Myself. And believe me she has been taking up a LOT of space, and boy, is she a blabber mouth.
Frankie and I have feared that if anybody was going to give away our secret it would be Ms. Beside Myself. So, since Beside is in such a twitter, Frankie and I have decided to take drastic action for today. Now, you have to remember Frankie and I watch just about every show there is on Investigation Discovery, and we know how to dispose of bodies (insert 'kind of' evil laughter here.)
No, no, no....I promise nothing horrible will happen to Beside. There will be no duck tape, electrical cords, and plastic bags involved. However, that is not to say Ms. Myself, will not be restricted. I have denied her access to the phone, she is not allowed to use her e-mail and definitely, DEFINITELY, will not have access to her Facebook friends until after my announcement tomorrow morning.
Frankie is a big help, at the moment she is sitting on Ms. Beside Myself out on the living room sofa. I tell ya, it's going to be a tough 24 hours. Between the two of us, vigilance is going to be the word of the day. I think we will have to take shifts, especially over night, because I know Beside will tippy-toe into the office during the wee small hours to...tattle...spill the beans...upset the apple cart...sing like a canary.
Oh no, Ms. Beside Myself, that's my icing to put on my cake. I want to...tattle...spill the beans... upset the apple cart...sing like a canary.
Don't make me get out my handcuffs.
I'm trying, very, very hard to wait.
Frankie is ready to bust her gusset. Since she is part of me she has been in on this secret from the beginning, and I have to say her patience has been (up to now) much better than mine. I hope we don't kill each other before the end of this day. One more sleep Frankie, just one more sleep.
Of course, you have to realize there has been somebody else living here since, oh I don't know, the beginning of December, and that is Ms. Beside Myself. And believe me she has been taking up a LOT of space, and boy, is she a blabber mouth.
Frankie and I have feared that if anybody was going to give away our secret it would be Ms. Beside Myself. So, since Beside is in such a twitter, Frankie and I have decided to take drastic action for today. Now, you have to remember Frankie and I watch just about every show there is on Investigation Discovery, and we know how to dispose of bodies (insert 'kind of' evil laughter here.)
No, no, no....I promise nothing horrible will happen to Beside. There will be no duck tape, electrical cords, and plastic bags involved. However, that is not to say Ms. Myself, will not be restricted. I have denied her access to the phone, she is not allowed to use her e-mail and definitely, DEFINITELY, will not have access to her Facebook friends until after my announcement tomorrow morning.
Frankie is a big help, at the moment she is sitting on Ms. Beside Myself out on the living room sofa. I tell ya, it's going to be a tough 24 hours. Between the two of us, vigilance is going to be the word of the day. I think we will have to take shifts, especially over night, because I know Beside will tippy-toe into the office during the wee small hours to...tattle...spill the beans...upset the apple cart...sing like a canary.
Oh no, Ms. Beside Myself, that's my icing to put on my cake. I want to...tattle...spill the beans... upset the apple cart...sing like a canary.
Don't make me get out my handcuffs.
Monday, January 28, 2013
Anderson Cooper
As you may or may not know I have a thing for Anderson Cooper. He is perhaps (in my humble opinion) the most handsome guy on TV. I adore him.
He has more idiosyncrasies than Carter has pills. He will honestly tell you that he has, blames them on nobody but himself, and will admit he has no desire to change them for anybody. Ya' gotta love that.
He can find no good excuse for eating a pickle...admitting today, the juice is even worse that the pickle itself, yet will put a blob of mayonnaise in his hand and rub the stuff all over a table top because, it will restore the wood to the original finish...so what if he smells like sandwich for a few hours.
I love the fact he picked on an old lady who was about to put her banana peel into a mail box, and walked her across the street to a proper receptacle for disposal, while he honestly admits, had it been an over-sized gargantuan gorilla, he never would have spoken up, much less march him across the street to the proper receptacle. Did I tell you I adore this man?
Plus, he is funny, and will poke fun at himself on national television, like today when he (to his horror) had to remove a shoe and sock and expose his naked foot much to his (I'm sure) embarrassment and comfortableness. Then, of course, there were the few minutes when Emmitt Smith held a leaf blower up to Anderson's face contorting it into the most laughable sight ever. (At the end of the show Anderson did the same thing to Emmitt) It was hysterical. Except for Ellen DeGeneres, I cannot think of another personality that would have their face leaf blower-ed in front of the whole world simply for good belly jiggling laugh.
However, I also love him because he has great compassion, a thirst for learning new things, is willing to step outside his comfort zone, and is comfortable in his own skin. Plus he is just the right size to squeeze the stuffing out of (excuse the horrible grammar). And, that dear ladies is a job I would like to have...and one I would do free of charge.
Anyhooo, I'm full of sorrow his afternoon show has been cancelled, and I will miss the banter he has with his staff and daily guests, the unexpectedness that happens on almost a daily basis. The alligators, the leaf blowers, the wine drinkers, the pickle tastings, and all the other 'stuff' that simply happens on his show.
Anderson, who's your BFF (best fan forever)? That'd be me, dear Anderson...that'd be me.
He has more idiosyncrasies than Carter has pills. He will honestly tell you that he has, blames them on nobody but himself, and will admit he has no desire to change them for anybody. Ya' gotta love that.
He can find no good excuse for eating a pickle...admitting today, the juice is even worse that the pickle itself, yet will put a blob of mayonnaise in his hand and rub the stuff all over a table top because, it will restore the wood to the original finish...so what if he smells like sandwich for a few hours.
I love the fact he picked on an old lady who was about to put her banana peel into a mail box, and walked her across the street to a proper receptacle for disposal, while he honestly admits, had it been an over-sized gargantuan gorilla, he never would have spoken up, much less march him across the street to the proper receptacle. Did I tell you I adore this man?
Plus, he is funny, and will poke fun at himself on national television, like today when he (to his horror) had to remove a shoe and sock and expose his naked foot much to his (I'm sure) embarrassment and comfortableness. Then, of course, there were the few minutes when Emmitt Smith held a leaf blower up to Anderson's face contorting it into the most laughable sight ever. (At the end of the show Anderson did the same thing to Emmitt) It was hysterical. Except for Ellen DeGeneres, I cannot think of another personality that would have their face leaf blower-ed in front of the whole world simply for good belly jiggling laugh.
However, I also love him because he has great compassion, a thirst for learning new things, is willing to step outside his comfort zone, and is comfortable in his own skin. Plus he is just the right size to squeeze the stuffing out of (excuse the horrible grammar). And, that dear ladies is a job I would like to have...and one I would do free of charge.
Anyhooo, I'm full of sorrow his afternoon show has been cancelled, and I will miss the banter he has with his staff and daily guests, the unexpectedness that happens on almost a daily basis. The alligators, the leaf blowers, the wine drinkers, the pickle tastings, and all the other 'stuff' that simply happens on his show.
Anderson, who's your BFF (best fan forever)? That'd be me, dear Anderson...that'd be me.
Blab, blab, blab....
boy do I want to blab...tattle...spill the beans...upset the apple cart...sing like a canary.
I'm not good at keeping secrets, and I've one that has been building up like a volcano. The question is can an old lady keep her lips sealed a tiny bit longer, or is she going to implode?
Aren't old ladies supposed to be sitting in rocking chairs, a cat in their lap, a dog at their hip, a ball of yarn on the floor, crocheting going on?
Why, then is this old lady harboring perhaps the biggest secret in her life? I'm tremendously excited about what is about to happen, yet this secret is very terrifying, too. There is the possibility I could end up...eating crow...crying uncle...throwing in the cards...knuckling under.
I don't know. I kind of like living on the edge, and have off and on, over the years of my life. Sometimes I think I've been kind of a Renaissance Woman. Living life on a ledge, it's kind of exciting, adrenalin pumping; of course it is always good to look over edge and find those handsome, brave firemen there on the ground with their net; nonetheless, having the courage to put oneself out there to begin with is a pretty extraordinary experience.
Today I feel like the kid on a teeter-totter you know, the one that stands up in the middle and controls which kid will be up, which kid will be down...or if both kids will be stuck with none of their feet touching the ground. I'm not only the kid in the middle but the kid on either end as well...my fate is in my own hands...hmmm, I guess that means I can't lose...no matter what, part of me will always be a winner.
So, even though there are certain odds I could be heading for a fall...hitting a wall...having a ton of bricks fall on me I intend to proceed without caution...to throw the sheets to the wind...to let the chips fall where they may.
Just three more sleeps, three more sleeps and I can... tattle...spill the beans...upset the apple cart...sing like a canary.
Frankie does not think I can last. What do you think?
I'm not good at keeping secrets, and I've one that has been building up like a volcano. The question is can an old lady keep her lips sealed a tiny bit longer, or is she going to implode?
Aren't old ladies supposed to be sitting in rocking chairs, a cat in their lap, a dog at their hip, a ball of yarn on the floor, crocheting going on?
Why, then is this old lady harboring perhaps the biggest secret in her life? I'm tremendously excited about what is about to happen, yet this secret is very terrifying, too. There is the possibility I could end up...eating crow...crying uncle...throwing in the cards...knuckling under.
I don't know. I kind of like living on the edge, and have off and on, over the years of my life. Sometimes I think I've been kind of a Renaissance Woman. Living life on a ledge, it's kind of exciting, adrenalin pumping; of course it is always good to look over edge and find those handsome, brave firemen there on the ground with their net; nonetheless, having the courage to put oneself out there to begin with is a pretty extraordinary experience.
Today I feel like the kid on a teeter-totter you know, the one that stands up in the middle and controls which kid will be up, which kid will be down...or if both kids will be stuck with none of their feet touching the ground. I'm not only the kid in the middle but the kid on either end as well...my fate is in my own hands...hmmm, I guess that means I can't lose...no matter what, part of me will always be a winner.
So, even though there are certain odds I could be heading for a fall...hitting a wall...having a ton of bricks fall on me I intend to proceed without caution...to throw the sheets to the wind...to let the chips fall where they may.
Just three more sleeps, three more sleeps and I can... tattle...spill the beans...upset the apple cart...sing like a canary.
Frankie does not think I can last. What do you think?
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Oh, I-Ching...you are so funny
Every day I start my day by reading my I-Ching panel. That entails my daily number, my horoscope and the reading of my Hexagram of the day. Generally these readings give me good sound advise.
However, this year there is a new trend. My horoscope in particular seems to think there is going to be some kind of 'romance' on my horizon.
Giggle, giggle, giggle.
Giggle,
Giggle, giggle,
Baaaaa, haaaaa, haaaa.
That is so funny.
I've been telling I-Ching on Facebook to "knock it off'"
Apparently I-Ching is not listening, because again this morning...well...here are a few entries from today's readings...
However, romantic love originates in the heart and can be quite playful, especially with the Moon in expressive Leo. Additionally, sweet Venus forms magical quintiles with conservative Saturn and radical Uranus, requiring us to forge new relationships between the old and new...and...The relationship axis of your chart continues to be in the spotlight, making it difficult to avoid romantic cues from others now.
Romantic love...romantic cues...this is for young lovers...I've been there...done that...after the rosy glow is gone...well...here is my entry from Facebook today...
Giggle, giggle,giggle...I-Ching...you are soooooo funny. Have 'Mr. Romance' stop by. But, I will not do his laundry, clean up after him in the bath room, or cook for him. As you can see, there WILL BE STRINGS ATTACHED. Bring it, baby, bring it.
You just know that a guy my age is not really interested in romance-shmomance...huggy-wuggies, kissy-wissies...no, he's looking for a demure slightly over the hill lady who will still 'do his laundry, clean up after him in the bath room, or cook for him'.
I sense it is going to be a fun ride this year...come on I-Ching, seriously...bring it...'Mr. Romance' if you pass all the tests, I just might let you take me to dinner, or perhaps even a Broadway production.
Oh, did I mention...you must have a great quantity of money in the bank?
However, this year there is a new trend. My horoscope in particular seems to think there is going to be some kind of 'romance' on my horizon.
Giggle, giggle, giggle.
Giggle,
Giggle, giggle,
Baaaaa, haaaaa, haaaa.
That is so funny.
I've been telling I-Ching on Facebook to "knock it off'"
Apparently I-Ching is not listening, because again this morning...well...here are a few entries from today's readings...
However, romantic love originates in the heart and can be quite playful, especially with the Moon in expressive Leo. Additionally, sweet Venus forms magical quintiles with conservative Saturn and radical Uranus, requiring us to forge new relationships between the old and new...and...The relationship axis of your chart continues to be in the spotlight, making it difficult to avoid romantic cues from others now.
Romantic love...romantic cues...this is for young lovers...I've been there...done that...after the rosy glow is gone...well...here is my entry from Facebook today...
Giggle, giggle,giggle...I-Ching...you are soooooo funny. Have 'Mr. Romance' stop by. But, I will not do his laundry, clean up after him in the bath room, or cook for him. As you can see, there WILL BE STRINGS ATTACHED. Bring it, baby, bring it.
You just know that a guy my age is not really interested in romance-shmomance...huggy-wuggies, kissy-wissies...no, he's looking for a demure slightly over the hill lady who will still 'do his laundry, clean up after him in the bath room, or cook for him'.
I sense it is going to be a fun ride this year...come on I-Ching, seriously...bring it...'Mr. Romance' if you pass all the tests, I just might let you take me to dinner, or perhaps even a Broadway production.
Oh, did I mention...you must have a great quantity of money in the bank?
Saturday, January 26, 2013
2-fer
Not so long ago I posted on Facebook I had fixed myself some ketchup toast for breakfast, and several people posted other unusual types of toast and sandwiches they liked.
And, as you know I posted here, earlier today, my horrible experience with peanut butter, apple sauce toast that I thought would be good to have for breakfast.
I just want you to know I have redeemed myself.
Still hungry, I went back to my ill-stocked refrigerator. Remember I said it was loaded with condiments?
On Facebook some of the responses I got for sandwich ideas were, baked bean and mustard. Well, I am to lazy today to open a can of beans, but I do have a lovely, spicy, dark yellow mustard in stock. So, I prepared two new pieces of rye toast, blended the mustard with my cheap, bulk size ketchup, and smeared the mixture across the top of each piece of toast.
I gotta' say, it is not to bad....
redemption is in the taste buds of the be-eater,
and beauty in the eye of the beholder.
Yummm.
Peanut Butter, Apple Sauce Toast
I love the days I don't know what to write about here in Ramblings of an Old Woman. When, 'fooooom' something unexpected happens, and a story falls on to my blank page.
This morning I opened my refrigerator door and discovered, except for condiments there is very little in it. I'm hungry...what in the world can I have for breakfast.
Well, there is a loaf of rye bread, there is a huge jar of peanut butter...and a container of home made apple sauce. Great! A few slices of rye toast with peanut butter, and a little apple sauce...yeah, that will work.
So, I whip out the toaster, warm the bread and spread the peanut butter across both pieces.
Next, I stare at the apple sauce. Why not put the apple sauce on top of the peanut buttered toast? Good idea, saves dirtying a bowl, and a spoon. Carefully I spread the apple sauce on top of the peanut butter.
I take the first bite...dang...that's pretty good.
On the way to the office I manage a few more bites, not bad. I'm pretty proud of my new endeavor.
Uh-oh.
I'm halfway through the first piece of toast. Suddenly, the apple sauce has started to slide off the remaining half. It is oozing over my fingers, down the creases of my cupped hand...and...around the corners of my mouth slip-sliding for my chin.
Oh my.
Mercy me.
This wonderful experiment has turned into quite a slippery mess. Juice is dripping off the edges of the remaining piece of toast turning the paper plate into a shallow pond. Eeeewwwwww-eeeee. Yuck! Gross! The toast is getting soggy...I don't like soggy bread...I hate soggy bread. My fugal self is now in great conflict with my 'if I take one more bite, I'm going to throw up self'. What am I going to do?
I lift the remaining piece of toast toward my lips...apple sauce sliding about...closer, closer the toast comes to my mouth...I hear my mother in my head. "Just one more bite, honey, just one more bite. Remember the starving children in the world."
Sorry, mom,
sorry starving children,
I simply can't do that 'one more bite'.
Just like my peanut butter, jelly flavored coffee creamer,
this experiment is headed for the trash.
This morning I opened my refrigerator door and discovered, except for condiments there is very little in it. I'm hungry...what in the world can I have for breakfast.
Well, there is a loaf of rye bread, there is a huge jar of peanut butter...and a container of home made apple sauce. Great! A few slices of rye toast with peanut butter, and a little apple sauce...yeah, that will work.
So, I whip out the toaster, warm the bread and spread the peanut butter across both pieces.
Next, I stare at the apple sauce. Why not put the apple sauce on top of the peanut buttered toast? Good idea, saves dirtying a bowl, and a spoon. Carefully I spread the apple sauce on top of the peanut butter.
I take the first bite...dang...that's pretty good.
On the way to the office I manage a few more bites, not bad. I'm pretty proud of my new endeavor.
Uh-oh.
I'm halfway through the first piece of toast. Suddenly, the apple sauce has started to slide off the remaining half. It is oozing over my fingers, down the creases of my cupped hand...and...around the corners of my mouth slip-sliding for my chin.
Oh my.
Mercy me.
This wonderful experiment has turned into quite a slippery mess. Juice is dripping off the edges of the remaining piece of toast turning the paper plate into a shallow pond. Eeeewwwwww-eeeee. Yuck! Gross! The toast is getting soggy...I don't like soggy bread...I hate soggy bread. My fugal self is now in great conflict with my 'if I take one more bite, I'm going to throw up self'. What am I going to do?
I lift the remaining piece of toast toward my lips...apple sauce sliding about...closer, closer the toast comes to my mouth...I hear my mother in my head. "Just one more bite, honey, just one more bite. Remember the starving children in the world."
Sorry, mom,
sorry starving children,
I simply can't do that 'one more bite'.
Just like my peanut butter, jelly flavored coffee creamer,
this experiment is headed for the trash.
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