Sunday.

I don't have anything important to tell you, except that through the Black Box I found some more interesting blogs and added those to my list. It's becoming an awfully long list, but with the google reader and a little bit of diligence, I am managing to stay on top of it. I do forgive myself if I don't manage to read everything but my most favorite ones and I won't tell you which those are. That would be offending the other ones now, wouldn't it? Let's just say that my curiosity knows no bounds and that I have a broad base of interests. So things aren't always as obvious as they may seem.

I have taken my medicines and so has the Überhund and we have been for our walk where the Überhund saw a pile of trash that someone had dumped by the side of the road and I had a heck of a time pulling him away from it in another direction, because he was bound and determined to have his breakfast out this morning. I am always amazed at people who dump their trash on the road or in the bushes and I can't wait for the fines to be heftier for this like they are in California. Some Dutch people are real slobs and don't give a damn about their environment. We do have our anti social types here in abundance.

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Now it's afternoon and I have cleaned the apartment with a lick and a promise. Well, no. I actually did a little better than that. I had a heck of a time vacuuming the front of the sofa where the Überhund walks by and rubs against it. I vacuumed my little heart out, that's why I want a leather sofa, but then again, everybody warns me about cat claws and leather and the damage they will do. So, I have a dilemma. Either way, I am going to try and put some money in my savings account on a regular basis and see if I can get the money together for a new sofa. As I said, I saw another one I really liked and maybe I will get that one instead and just accept the fact that I will always have to vacuum furniture.

Sometimes, in the middle of the day, I look at what I am wearing and put on my thinking cap and try to imagine what I would like to wear instead. Then I go to my closet and look at all the possible combinations and put an outfit together with a matching necklace and when I am satisfied, I put it on. Then I am a well dressed girl with no place to go, but at least I look good and I know what I'll be wearing the next day, unless I change my mind. I'm like a rotten teenager, but I do pick up my discarded clothes and neatly put them back into the closet.

I washed my hair with olive soap, because of my eczema, and my hair is ever so soft and squeaky clean. I try not to wash it too often, as I have heard that that's not good either, but I use hairspray, so after a while I do need to wash it all out, although a lot of it gets brushed out. Olive soap is also good for washing your face with, it gets your make up off really well and gives you soft skin. I am trying to outsmart any possible wrinkles and sags, but the more I look, the less I like what I see. Therefor I use a lightly tinted day creme that is supposed to moisturize my face as well as give it a little color.

I think I need to use another moisturizer underneath it, because I think I am drying out like a prune and in the morning I have eyes with bags underneath them. I need to also get out the camouflage paint. And what's that new stuff? The powder that acts like a liquid? That sounds like good stuff. I never thought I was going to need so much help to keep me young looking, but lately I have joined the Jane Fonda battle, because I'm worth it, although I don't want to look as if it is requiring me any effort.

I've got the hairdo down pat. I wash it with olive soap and then rub it dry and put styling mousse in it. I comb it in the general shape I want it in and let it dry. Then I fire up the old curling iron and make some loose little curls on top. Then I fluff the whole thing around a bit with my fingers to get that fresh blown look and apply hairspray liberally. That's the cement that holds the whole thing together. Without it, I am lost. Over the next couple of days, my hair gets better looking as it remembers what to do and stays in place better. Newly washed hair is a pain in the butt, it is hard to get it to do what you want.

You would think I was a very shallow person the way I talk about hair and clothes, well, maybe I am. Maybe I concentrate on these things to keep the big issues out. Everybody has a hobby that they like to talk about, right? These things are my hobbies. After not caring for so long, I suddenly care so much and I am having a blast.

I am jealous of one thing. The Exfactor is constantly having people over for dinner and I think, well, what is wrong with me, why don't you invite me? And I know that it's because of the Paramount. That she can't stand to be in the same room with me. I must be an awfully threatening person to her if it is that bad. I like the people he invites over, I know them too. Hmph!

I will have to give my own dinner party and invite those people myself. The problem is that I would invite the Exfactor too and I would even invite the Paramount, but she would not show up here. Dilemmas, dilemmas. I would serve salmon, by the way.

Now I could go for a nice glass of cold white wine, but I have none in the house and my sister isn't home to beg one off. It will just have to be a cup of coffee then. And maybe a Cup a Soup.

Right, that's it for me for today then. Have yourself a good one. A peaceful Sunday.

Ciao...