powder puff girl

So, I tried an experiment this summer.  Since I work, or play rather, outside quite a lot, I have found that the hot summer sun causes me to glisten like a pig and sometimes causes breakouts on the back of my neck and upper back.  Even though I wash these areas very well I can't seem to stop it.  At the same time, because of dry skin, I lotion these areas also which in turn causes more oils and junk to seep into pores causing the problem there again.  So this summer I had the idea to revert to using baby powder on my chest, neck and back.  I use the cucumber scented kind... not a big fan of baby powder smell.  It has worked very well and my skin has gotten used to it and doesn't feel dry at all but actually a kind of nourished feel and the breakouts have stopped.  So it's more of keeping the area dry and oil free than anything... duh. 

As I shake the bottle of powder and it lightly drapes down my back each morning I think back to my Grandmother Covington's little bathroom.  Her tub was to the right when you walked in the door and at the end of the tub was a linen closet.  When you opened it, there hanging on the door was a long handled, pink powder puff just perfect for patting powder evenly on your hard to reach places.  And believe me I used it many, many times.  I think of this powder puff every morning in my closet thinking of how much easier it would be than picking up some article of clothing off the floor to help spread the powder around my back.  

So, needless to say, I remembered what I wanted when I got to work this morning and started looking online, figuring it would be no problem to find something similar.  I am wrong.  Oh I found the exact same powder puff that she had, which was apparently Avon, on ebay for pretty steep prices.  If Grammaw, which is how Grandma came out of our mouths, only knew that her refillable powder puff would have an asking price of $59.95 back then she may have willed it to one of us!  I have found other types of powder puffs but they are either hideously tacky with little roses and ribbons or come with a silverware length handle which will probably cause a visit to my chiropractor eventually.  All that said, I am on the hunt for a long handled, refillable powder puff.  I may never find it.  I would love to settle and buy one off ebay but I am afraid it might have the old Avon smell which is never good in an antique sense.  

Here is an old picture of the Avon one.  My memory thinks it was a little longer than it looks here.  Ofcourse my back wasn't near as long then as it is now... hmmm.

And the ones that are a touch on the tacky side for me.  Seriously.

And the ones that are a touch little girl for me.  Maybe it's the lollipop name that hinders me.  It could actually work for what I want.  It would at least save dirty shirt from a powdery haze.  

I am going to the Wal-Mart tomorrow to see what I can find although their website provided no comfort to my search.  Maybe I should just call Avon and beg them to bring them back into their line.  

Sweet Kate Update

Oh our sweet little girl.  Katie Bird is growing like a weed!  I reckon they all do.  When we got her at seven weeks old she weighed three and a half pounds.  Friday, at ten weeks old, she was almost twelve pounds.  Not bad for just three weeks.  She also started going to work with Shaun and riding in his truck with him more.  She enjoys being a working girl!  On the job site, she got to meet and hang out with her buddy Opie who is a few weeks older than her, so she got to play a lot too.  Our friends also brought him over to play over the weekend.  Even though he is bigger than her she holds her own.  Must be from all her brothers and sisters.  She actually put herself to bed in her crate Saturday.  What a cutie. 

 

This is her first morning going with Shaun.

She must have got pretty comfortable in the truck.  By Thursday she was jumping from the front to backseat and looking out the windows.  Queen of the truck!

She gets along very well with the chickens.  She pecks right along with them.

Under cover Gardner and Katie Bug.

This is Opie.  Handsome fella huh?

Mean girl!  jk

Check out the karate chop from Opie.



Truck Yeah

Some say when life gives you lemons... make lemonade.

 

I say... "when life gives you a slight buzz on a Monday night and water in the pond... go through it in the Blazer!"

 

And he said... "OK... let's do it"

 

I have wanted to cut doughnuts in the pond that refuses to hold water behind the day care ever since he dug it.  Tonight... there was water in it from the rains over the weekend.  We were just hanging out, having a cold one on a June evening watching the sun go down listening to a good mixed CD when I got the idea and we headed down the driveway.

 

I made a right by his dump truck and eased my truck towards the shallow mud hole.  When I got to the edge I gouged on it as Shaun would say and made it across, made a quick right loop avoiding the DC garden and went back through.  When I got to the other side I was giggling so hard I had to stop for a second before putting it in reverse and backing up to do it again!  This time I went on through and headed out and towards the woods through Gary's farm.  Dang... sometimes Monday nights are fun.  Shaun's encouraging words to me were... " I'm proud of you Honey... you didn't even get stuck." Awe :)

 

She's Smiling!

My view from the DC which will make me grin all day.

 

P.S. Might I say that I always have nature in mind.  I know there is nothing but insects in this water and the occasional turtle when there is more water than this.  The frogs hang at the other pond.  Therefore, I thought it just fine to tear it up.  When the water goes down a bit more I will be cutting doughnuts in the mud... just watch me!  Nothin like four wheeling a lil to make me laugh!

 



Venison Stroganoff

Today I have a fantastic recipe for you.  This is a supper for those gals who love their deer meat and love to pat the man (or woman) on the back that got up early during deer season and brought it on home to you.  Unless you shot it yourself... in that case.. You do it girl!  Even if you don't eat deer meat you can use beef or turkey and I promise you will still love how easy it is and how much you will love to hear the other eaters at your table say "oh... oh... thank you!"  Just please don't pour the boiling water from the noodles on your hand like I did this evening!  That web part in the middle of your fingers is tender I tell ya! 

I typed up this recipe and loaded it like a picture so you should be able to right click and print it with ease.  I like it like that... easy.  This recipe feeds my man and I with a serving left over for lunch the next day.  I also slap up some green beans and bread to go with.  Make it easy on yourself now!

Now a note on deer meat.  There are a lot of sceptics on venison out there.  That it has too much of a gamey taste, and that can happen.  For instance if you shoot a buck in rut or a deer in mid run when all the blood is flowing into the muscles and all, that can give it a stronger taste.  But a good doe with a little fat on her, you can't beat that one bit!  And I always say, if you don't like deer meat, then it ain't been cooked right!  Do not be afraid of deer meat.  I will admit, when I first began cooking with venison I over seasoned thinking it wouldn't taste right.  But some years later now I want the taste up front and center of a good deer.  And deer meat is good for you!  I promise, unless some little woodland elf has been shooting steroids into deer while they sleep, there are no man made hormones or anything like that AND they have less fat than beef or turkey.  Just try it or get over it already!  You will fall in love and become very sad when the freezer is empty and deer season seems so far away.

 

 

P.S. Happy Birthday Mama and Tracy!

3/23

Yes... one of my sisters was born on my Mom's birthday!  She got the boobie prize that year!

Love you both! XOXO

 

 

******Recipe Correction******

I noticed this morning that I put 3/4 Chardonnay!  That's funny. 

I meant 3/4 cup not 3/4 of the bottle of wine!  I am sure it would still turn out well... a little runny unless you really let it cook down.

Black Rose

Ooh Black Rose.. bam a lam.  Oh Black Rose.. bam a lam.  Black Rose is the name of my four wheel drive.  She is a 1989 Cheverolet K5 Blazer... flat black and I adore every inch of her.  Ever since we bought her on February 6th, 2011, I have adored her.  She got her name from this Waylon Jennings song, which I also adore... really loud.  You can listen to it while you read this if you want to. 

 

OR  you can listen to this while I talk about her recent transformation from factory Black Rose to

Black Rose..... All Jacked Up!

 

 

Before

 

This is right when I got her and Shaun was doing a "goin over."

 

This is when we took her camping.  She sleeps good!

 

And this is where the transformation begins.

 

Don't worry folks... he's done this before.

 

I swear... I have the biggest S*%t eatin grin on while I'm typing this post.

Lift kit installed!

 

Oh yeah... from 31's to 35's!

 

Ooooooooooo.  Yes... this is This Girl's truck.

 

Tell me 'bout it... stud.

 

We took the top off this past summer.  This is by far my most favorite vehicle I've ever owned.  Santa brought me the 4 inch lift kit for Christmas and we bought the 35 inch tires yesterday on 15 inch rims which took her up a grand total of around 8 inches higher.  It really feels different driving her higher up.  And it sure does look cool!  Dang!

 

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