One Hundred Things My Mother Taught Me A Million Times – Chapter 42

#42 “When you get a run in your hose don't throw them away, you can stop the run with clear nail polish.”

I remember with horror the many times when I was a kid and saw the tops of my mom’s stocking and garters (not to be confused with a garter belt) creeping down below the hem of her skirt, the folds of stockings slumped around her ankles, and yes …. the telltale swabs of nail polish marking the end of a run. Mom being the frugal and low-paid teacher she was, would often use whatever color of nail polish she had, as many times as needed, so occasionally her legs looked like she’d been in a paintball fight. I swore as a kid that I’d never lets my hose sag or dab them with nail polish.  

First there were the girdles that held up my stockings, which was ridiculous since I was 18 and had as Melanie Griffith said in the movie “Working Girl,” a mind for business and a body for sin,” (not that I knew it at the time, however.) Then, much to my relief (ha ha) they invented pantyhose. Little did I know what a horrible piece of undies those would prove to be, and I won’t waste time decrying the horrors of pantyhose because if you’re a woman you know, and if you’re a man, you wouldn’t understand (except perhaps the challenges of getting them off a woman during the heat of passion [in a car, added by my husband]). Click on Read More Below ...

WANTED – Very Smart Gals (and Guys) to Build Clean Water Wells and Schools in Tanzania

When I got an email from Very Smart Gal, Dr. Donna Gunn, asking me if I would like to go to Tanzania to build three clean water wells and schools, my first thought was “SueAnn, you are an idiot. When will you ever learn.”

Why?  Because when I went over to Donna’s house some months ago to talk to her about writing grants, I saw a George Bush sticker on a car parked in her driveway and though, “Good grief, a Republican.” How quickly we jump to judge people. Just because I was mad at President Bush, I judged Donna. Then I met her, and liked her immediately.

Then last week when she sent the following email to me, I really wanted to jump on board her cause: Click on Read More Below

My Latisse - Not So Clinical Trial - Week Four Results

Week #4 – Still growing (I think?), although I nearly had a panic attack when I thought my precious 3-year-old granddaughter had nabbed my minuscule bottle of Latisse. She recently got hold of my Cover Girl Outlast Lipstain. Needless to say, it was just short of tragic as I caught her before she painted my purse, the table and herself!

Week #3