Being red, it will blend in as it fades. But I'm definitely going to have some fun with it.
Barnes and Noble: I walked away with three books. First, I got "Letters to a Young Artist" by Julia Cameron. I made the mistake of thinking this was a different book I had wanted to read "Letters to a Young Poet" by Rilke. I didn't realize my error until I was almost home. I will still read it and then probably pass it on to someone else. The second is "Rival Crock Pot: Slow Cooker Recipes". It has recipes for each meat and also vegetarian meals that you cook in your crock pot. The recipes looked yum and simple. Can't wait to try one.
The third book I got will probably null and void any use of the second book though. It is "The Perricone Promise: Look Younger, Live Longer in Three Easy Steps". I know, you're asking, "Why are you buying some empy promise of a book?" Well, I didn't buy it on a whim. I have seen this doctor on Oprah and some examples of his work. And what he says about the food we eat is proven science. I am just hesitant to give up some of the "bad" foods, like a LOT of chocolate in one sitting and soda. But it has also not escaped me the toll that they are taking on my body. I want to feel better, fit better in my clothes, and have more energy, and yes, live longer. He promises noticeable results in three days and great results in 28 days. Unfortunately, the Oprah website doesn't have the before and after pics of that show on their website anymore. If I come across any, I'll post them.
Since I listed my blog on a couple of blog lists, I have seen the number of viewers jump dramatically. I want to say welcome to all you reading and invite you to drop a line or two. And if there is any subject, website, or idea you'd like my two cents on, pass it along.
Well, my eyes are drooping and I'm fighting the urge to get another energy drink. Think I will consume a chocolate bar and do my homework. I'll leave you with a few lines of Maya Angelou that I am using for my presentation.
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to fit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman