Rhonda Rhea One little word can change the course of a day. Sometimes that word is taco. Especially if it’s a Tuesday.’’ I don’t know who came up with the…
We were at Hooters. And I was acting like a Pharisee.
Rhonda Rhea I think about 87% of my shopping at a couple of my fave department stores happens in the maze of a checkout line. Recently, I went into the…
by Rhonda Rhea in Leading Hearts magazine | There’s a fear when dealing with glitter — the fear that you will never escape it. Ever
I don’t know about you, but when it comes to believing God for the Impossible, I have two big BUT problems.
Does your happy ever need a reno?
All of us can sometimes put our happy spaces in weird places. People get caught up, for instance, in the thread count of their sheets. Thread count. If it’s not Egyptian cotton in a thread count impressive enough to require a greater number of stacks of cash in the bank than the count of the threads in the sheets, suddenly that bed is just not a happy place. It’s all about the thread count. The math is not uncomplicated.
The two of us, Beth and Rhonda, maintain that everyone is getting a little too caught up in the thread count, when shouldn’t the crumb count be a bigger deal? We were talking about it the other day and discovered that we don’t really like the idea of snacking in bed—mostly because we don’t like the idea of sheets that are too…how can we put it…exfoliat-ey. But then later we decided the fact that we’re not bed-snackers might actually be more about the other fact that neither of our husbands are big into exfoliation either.
I’ve pretty much always been a girlie-girl. When I was little, while the other kids were singing, “Head and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes,” I was singing something more like, “Head, new hairdo, purse and shoes, purse and shoes.”
Froo-froo is part of my make-up. Even my makeup is part of my make-up. I was in a hurry and ran out of the house without eyeliner the other day.
People are definitely not used to seeing me liner-less, but even I underestimated their consternation. All day long they kept asking if I was feeling okay. “Have you been under the weather?” “Do you need to go home?”
Because, yeah, everyone knows the first sign of an illness is the loss of dark lines around the eyes.
CHRISTMAS, A TIME WHEN MOST PEOPLE EAGERLY SHOP EARLY AND JOYOUSLY WRAP THEIR PRESENTS WITH CARE.
I, however, am not most people. I prefer to do my shopping on Christmas Eve. I know that sounds very last minute of me, but why shop early when I know there’s a convenient truck stop on the way to my parents’ house where I can purchase all my gifts at once and for under $20?
It’s the only place I know where I can buy bobble-heads in bulk. The helpful truck stop store clerk will even have them bagged, I mean, “wrapped” separately while I’m waiting for my car to refuel.
I doubt it’s any surprise that I’ve never been known for being low maintenance. Recently, though, I did at least shoot for being a little less of a budget drain. Like maybe a bit more “DIY” in a few areas. I confess, “do-it-yourself” is rather out of my wheelhouse. I’m a lot more comfortable as a “do-it-for-me” kind of gal. But I was willing to try. I decided to focus on the hair budget. No, not giving up the color. I’d dye first (pa-dum-ching).
I don’t think I’ll ever be so low maintenance that I’ll go colorless. But I thought, surely I could color it myself. What could go wrong?