World Traveling

Anne Elizabeth is gone to Australia. Here, she illustrates how much her cousins, Katherine and Lauchlin, love her and will miss her while she is gone.

Thankfully, we can keep up with her through her blog: www.anneinaussieland.blogspot.com

Where I Begin

Well, I began on props for the movie, in which I am involved, Where I Begin. These are some bad-ass t-shirts. They are for Jacob, the lead in the movie. They are so fantastic and cool. Just like you. You know you want one. But, you can't have one because you aren't in the movie. Sorry so sad. Maybe, if you like it a whole lot, after post production, we will make more and sell one to you.

Diamonds are a girl's best friend...

This is love. It has to be. It's the ONLY explanation.

For those that haven't given up on me and my blog, you will be pleased to know about my life altering weekend plans:

Camping in Arkansas and digging for diamonds.

How does one pack for that? I haven't been "camping" since the summer debacle of the 5th grade Katherine at the infamous Mississippi Girl Scout Camp, Camp Wahi. I'm still scarred by being chased and bitten repeatedly by horse flies, stepping on a snake on the way back from showering at the latrine and in my frantic motions, dropping my only bar of soap I had for the week. Not to mention the nightmares that still haunt me when I smell something akin to the dead possum rotting under the wooden boards that supported my tent, or think about the clean-up detail punishment of the counselors cabin (riddled with cigarrette butts, trash, and piles of laundry) I was given along with my tentmates because our neighboring tent of total middle school bitches scared the be-jeesus out of us one night by smacking the canvas of our tent and causing us to scream...I hate that week of my life. My mother has the post cards to prove it.

I'm nervous. I've never slept in a tent that was on the ground.




So far, I've packed a first aid kit. I need to get moving on preparing better. Yeah, I was one Hell of a Girl Scout...and I'm proving that now.


If, you read this before I leave, please text me the answer to this question: How does one get morning coffee at a state park? Do I let the park rangers know what time I need my wake-up call?

The true story of Maxwell and Debbie.

At Po-Co Book Club (that's the Post Colonial Book Club) back at the end of June, Debbie (local bad-ass and one of my favorite women of ALL time!) asked me what brand of coffee I brewed for the meeting. She liked it and wanted to try it on her husband Paul (who is also a total bad ass). I told her the truth, it was Maxwell House. Shocker, I know, right? It's good, really good, and the stay fresh lid may have something to do with it, not sure, but probably. The handle is nice, too. I wonder if I should keep the containers, fill them with sand and make myself some new work out dumbbells? hmmmm.
Regardless, I found a new go-to coffee. There are some silver linings in the dark clouds of temporary poverty.
Try some next time you run out of your typical java bean.

Fun trivia:
Maxwell House was originally brewed by Kraft Foods for the Maxwell House Hotel inNashville, Tennessee.
http://www.kraftbrands.com/maxwellhousecoffee/Pages/default.aspx

I'm looking forward to this summer after all!

Wow!

4 months down the toilet

My physical existence since Thursday November 5, 2009 began as a mix of pain, pain medications, brain candy, bruises, black eyes, 2 splints, frustration, and general mental havoc. Now, after 4 months, I can do more, feel more, and am still attending hand therapy 3 times a week (which has saved my soul from spiraling into a dark abyss). The fractures have healed but nerve damage occurred due to my oh so graceful head-over-heels and landing on my noggin fall down the stairs at Meek Hall. I've developed this rare and irritating disorder called RSD/CRPS. So, I've been busy taking care of myself, primarily focusing on getting back my grip (with my hand and with my life).
In that vein of recovery, I shall catch up on my product testing and revelations I have had over the past months, where my "life as usual" changed to a new life that is most unusual.

Cleaning the toilet.

Cleaning the toilet is a chore better left to a Samantha nose twitch. This house hold task ranks in the TOP 5 ass-aching duties as a person who has been self-diagnosed as somewhat OCD (before the brain candy, mind you. Lately, I just really don't care, unless company is coming over.) I have since learned that one handed toilet cleaning is a total bitch, worse that Endora. Enter my attempt to make the toilet clean by itself, the Scrubbing Bubble Way. I purchased the Fresh Brush Toilet Cleaning System that has both scrubbing pads and touch up pads. This system is quite useful when you have one hand and nimble toes (I had to hold the pads in place with something). Now that I have the use of my hand again, it is still a useful system and I really like how it works. Big thumbs up! In the interim of marathon toilet scrubbing, I tried the stick-on Toilet Cleaning Gels. Well, this item was hard to assemble with one hand, and nimble toes couldn't help this time. Eventually, I got it working and stamped it into both toilet bowls. Using the disc in the most used bathroom worked well. The less used toilet didn't fare as well. A friend asked if the greeen circle on the toilet bowl was for aiming. By appearances, it could be a guide for the wary urinator. When the dot dissolved away, I didn't restamp. Using the touch-up pads was much easier.