Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Grapefruit Essential Oil - How I Love Thee

This essential oil is a.m.a.z.i.n.g.

Grapefruit essential oil.

Talk about a multi-tasker, this baby is it.  

Like other coldpressed citrus oils, grapefruit is a popular choice. It presents a fresh aroma and is a great addition to foods and drinks.

Grapefruit essential oil helps support your metabolism.

It will reduce those crazy sugar cravings - and we all need that in our lives!

I add it to my shampoo to help keep my hair fresh and reduce oil buildup.

It's a great addition to massage oils.

Grapefruit oil is uplifting and helps keep your spirits high. It's a great oil to smell first thing in the morning, or after lunch when you experience that post lunch blah's energizing!

Grapefruit oil is rich in antioxidants and Vitamin C.

It can help support your immune system and also is very uplifting!

I only advocate the use of Young Living Grapefruit Essential Oil.  Young Living has the Seed to Seal guarantee, so the oil comes straight from the farms to  you, and is 100% pure.  The oil goes through rigorous testing before it's bottled and shipped to our members!

Give it a try!  You can go to this link to buy the oil!  Order Grapefruit Oil Here!

  $22.04 Retail, $16.75 Wholesale

Don't wait - this one will go fast!!

Friday, September 16, 2016

Phishing - Fishing - Oh, What The Heck - Pay Attention, People, Will Ya?

I'll admit it.

The email got my attention.  It looked professional.

For a second.  But I've trained myself to always look at the originating email.

And this one?  Said "" - seriously.

Women have a desire to be taken seriously.  They want to be seen as professionals.  And this ad is targeted specifically towards that inner desire.

One click.  Enter information.

I hope nobody did.

I hope they were smarter than that.

Saturday, September 3, 2016

Beautiful Weekend Morning

It's a beautiful morning.

The temperature is about 70 degrees.  There's a slight breeze.

The birds are singing.  

My day is complete I have seen a hummingbird.  I see a few weeds that need plucking in a flowerbed.  I need to go to that before it gets hot.

And...ooooooof.  Hang on for a second...

Forget about the weeds.  I'm going to be stuck in this chair for a bit.

Baby Huey Dex The Wonder Rescue needs some loving.

It's never boring around here.

Friday, August 26, 2016

It's 5 a.m. It's Dark...And So Is Dex.

ThatManILove left early Tuesday morning to go out of town.

Like at 4 a.m.

And Dex the Wonder Rescue wanted to go outside.

We don’t let him go outside at 4 a.m., because the sprinklers are set for 4 a.m.  And he is more than a little sprinkler crazy.   He’s killed them more than once.  (He’s a little mixed up for a hunting dog.  The closest thing I can get to is that he thinks they sound like a rattlesnake when the water first starts to go through them.  But, I digress.)

So, a little after 5 a.m., when I’m sure the sprinklers have finished their run, I finally acquiesce.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

I’m stepping into the shower when I hear this crazy, shrieking, kind of screaming bark.  What’s so funny is that I recognize it.  It’s Dex.  We call it “His Injustice Bark.”

It's the one Dex uses when there is something he wants, really badly, and he just cannot have it.  Or reach it.  Or Zanna just.won’ 

That kind of bark.  And we live really close to the neighbors.  Who are going to think somebody might be dying. 

And Zanna's not even outside.

Zanna?  Is in the bed under the covers.

I get chill bumps.  The kind that run up the back of your neck.  Then down your arms.

Yeah.  Those.

I run outside.  But it’s dark.  And I can’t see.

So I don’t know if it’s a skunk. (God, I hope not.) Or a fox. Or a snake.  Or what.  I have no clue.

I go to the kennel.  I can hear him, but I can’t see him. 

I run inside to get a flashlight.

I did tell y’all I’m in my pajamas, right?  No shoes?

I grab the flashlight, and head back outside.  I head to the kennel.  Again, I can hear him, he’s rattling the kennel, but I can’t see him. 

I shine the light that way.  No Dex.

I shine the light inside the kennel. No Dex. 

I can hear him.  And the kennel is shaking like there’s an earthquake.   I think, oh, no – he’s inbetween the kennel and the fence.

Nope. No Dex.

And then…something moves to my right.  Right beside my head.

Y’all, our kennel is 8’ tall with the cement footer.

I jump back.

I shine the flashlight up there. I look.  I look again.


And all that is on top of the kennel is netting.  And a 60+ lb. German Shorthair.

Needless to say, the kennel is quickly is losing integrity and quickly folding in on itself, because the netting is zip-tied to the sides of the kennel.

I try to get him to the edge of the kennel, but the netting is giving way.

I grab a lawn chair, stand up on it, and try to entice him to the side.

He gets to the side, puts his paws on the bar, and looks down at me, then at the ground.  He looks at me like, “Are you KIDDING ME, MOM????”  and backs away from the edge.

I’m praying.  Hard.  And thinking.

“Want a treat, Dex?”

Here he comes again.  I grab his collar.

Then, I think.  Ruh-roh...If he comes right at me, I could really get hurt.  We could both go over in this chair.

Or he could take me down to the ground.

Oh, no!  Here he comes!

Dex launches off the railing.  He sails over my head.

He lands without incident, trots around my chair, and heads back to the kennel.  I got down from the chair, grabbed his collar, and somehow got him back into the house.

I didn’t kill him.  He didn’t kill me.

The kennel, though leaning and seriously damaged, is still standing.

I have zero idea how Dex climbed up there.  He was one small step from walking over the fence to freedom.  One step from getting into the wires that are hooked to the telephone pole.

Y’all want to know what he was barking and yelping about?

Itty bitty geckos.


Lizards, y’all.


It’s never boring around here.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Uber Undercover Boss...or the Things We Say

We landed in Scottsdale, got our luggage, and apped up the Uber dude. (Da Ubahhhh Dude)

Who arrived, post haste, in his 4 door sedan.  Which happened to be a Toyota Camry.

It was a decent size car.  I mean, we could fit in it.  All four of us.

Our luggage?  Not so much.

But, off we went to the Scottsdale Resort, trunk open, luggage threatening to hop out.

The driver was a hoot.

We had so much fun with him.  He even stopped and let us get a flat of water.

He kept trying to tell us he was Texan, and trying to mimic our accents.

But I busted him.  I figured out he was from New York.

He loved that we were messing back with him.

Well, until I told him that we were on Undercover Boss…and that I was the owner of Uber.

He just wasn’t sure if I was telling the truth or lying.  He played along, and did it well.

And we all had fun! 

Tip factor?  High.  And he was worth it.