The Bow Belle

She's a neurologist, to be specific.  Hopefully today we learn why I'm on a walker at the age of 38-going-on-39.   Oh yeah, it's also the first day of school for the suckers here in Malden. Not that they teach much at Malden anymore.  It's all computerized, and all the older kids care about is football.  That wouldn't be a big deal if Malden had a winning team, but we're currently on a slump and have been for a couple'a years now.  All sports teams go through slumps and it's not the end of the world, but it IS disheartening.  I'll share what I learn (if anything) over on my doll blog tonight.  God bless,  RagingMoon1987 

Oooo, I get two random days in a row! I don't know about y'all, but I'm kinda disappointed that the Lalaloopsy revival didn't last long.  True, the button-eyed minxes were top-heavy and not the least bit cuddly, and they creeped some people out, but they were also ridiculously popular during their heyday, and I'll happily admit to being a fan.  Indeed, I'm STILL looking for a Mittens Fluff 'n' Stuff; for some reason she was the It Girl when Lalaloopsy was a new thing. Much love, RagingMoon1987

No events, silly or important, struck my fancy today, so I reached into my box and grabbed a bow. Ah, the big cotton bow!  The cotton here in the Bootheel isn't looking pretty yet, but it won't be too much longer 'til it does.  Of course, that means that the crop dusters will be spraying that God-forsaken defoliant, but that's a small price to pay for living in a farming area.  I wouldn't trade my farmland for the world! If any of y'all have a favorite crop, please drop it below. Love, RagingMoon1987

Lemonade Day! Lemonade is better even that Kool-Aid, at least in my book.  My best friend in high school would've begged to differ.  She's the only person I knew personally who didn't like lemonade.   To each their own, right?  I even know of one case where a dislike of lemonade saved a woman's life, though in the end she probably wished she had died with everyone else.  Her name was Sandy Johnson, and she was the presumed target of Steven Roy Harper.  Harper and Johnson had dated and broken up, Harper wanted to get back at Johnson, and Harper just happened to work at a cancer research center.  He purloined a bottle of a chemical that induces liver cancer, busted into Johnson's house while no one was home, and poured the chemical into some lemonade.  The chemical, DMN, has no taste, smell, or distinct color, so no one suspected a thing.  As it turned out, Sandy Johnson didn't like lemonade and thus never took the bait...but most of her f...

Yep, it's a thing!  Such an event calls for one that's big and sparkly! This one does NOT utilize a French clip, but it pulls almost as bad as one!  Indeed, my white one yesterday was medium-uncomfortable, but I made home before taking it down.  Today I've already had to redo my ponytail twice.  Still, it's a pretty bow.  Mama said it's one of her favorites. Cheers, RagingMoon1987

If Daddy were alive he and Mama would've been married forty-two years.  I think my white lace bow is appropriate. This is actually not a favorite, as it attaches with a French clip.  French clips pull my hair.  Shame too, 'cause it's a pretty bow and it looks nice in my hair.  Today I managed to get it placed just right, so I should be fine. In other news, new mani! The color this time is Mooncat's "Plankton."  It's also the first time in forever that I've had honest-to-God GREEN nails.  Not chartreuse, not celadon, not hunter.  Just plain ol' green, with teeny-weeny gold flecks and widely scattered holo flecks.  It took three coats to get the opacity I wanted, but that was also the case with the last stuff I wore.  Little word of advice, by the way:  Mooncat apparently doesn't appreciate advice on dupes . Happy anniversary, Mama! Love, RagingMoon1987