promise

At two-o-clock this morning, I turned thirty-five. I am extremely curious to see what my thirty-fifth year will bring me. So far, it seems full of promise.

The baby birds in my rose tree have learned to fly and are off to seek their fortune. Yesterday I noticed the tiniest little buds on my kyoho grape vine.

May is going to be big.


And speaking of promise. . .

Anahatna, when are these water bottles going to be available? I can't wait much longer.

Here's hoping that thirty-five makes good on all it has promised.

Top three images by Allison Trentelman and D.S. Brennan.

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Little girls are the nicest things that happen to people. -Allan Beck

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A girl is Innocence playing in the mud, Beauty standing on its head, and Motherhood dragging a doll by the foot - Allen Beck

A girl is a person who screams at the mouse and smiles at the wolf.

- Shyam Kapoor

Little girls, like butterflies, need no excuse. - Robert A. Heinlein

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I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty. . .you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. - J.D. Salinger



I love being a girl. Don't you? -April

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wet ankles

I'm banking on the assumption that most, if not all, of my readers are women. Not once have I had a comment from a man. Then again, maybe the men are a little too macho to leave a kiss, kiss, hug, hug, exclamation point sort of message somewhere.

Anyhow- I would like to share a little pet peeve I have about womanhood. Wet ankles.

You know when you are out in the woods and you have to go, so you hike a ridge or two or three to make sure no one sees, then you squat, freak out because you heard a sound which you are sure is a snake and without fail you end up with wet ankles? I hate that.

How about when you are trouncing around the wilds of your local shopping mall and you go to the women's room only to be meet with revolting filth? Of course if there is a Nordstrom's you can find a clean bathroom, but the other ones are very sketchy.

Need I mention gas station bathrooms? Gas station bathrooms with a small daughter that has to go? Ewwww. It makes my skin crawl.

Ladies I have found a solution.

Basically, Go Girl is a little plastic device that you can use to stand up and go, like a boy. It is disposable and small enough to fit in your purse. I could try to explain the system myself, but if you click on over to Go-girl.com you can get the full scoop.

I spoke with Sarah Dillion, the President of Go Girl, and she said that since they released their product in January the response has been amazing. She is getting calls from around the globe.

The promo crew has been bee bopping around in the Go Girl Mini promoting the product and having a ball.

Here's the deal.

If you leave a comment, you will be in the drawing for your own Go Girl to try and a Go Girl t-shirt. Two winners will be picked.

Here's to cleaner, easier bathroom breaks.

One thought though:

You may not want to go in a stall next to some other girl. It might freak her out to see your cute little pumps or flip flops facing the toilet. The last thing you need is to be arrested and frisked by some mall cop.

Winners will be announced on Friday!

partners in crime

I am from the school of thought that every girl needs a best friend. Sisters don't count.

You need someone that you have chosen and that has chosen you. Because you are better together than apart.

This is Jenny. Jenny is my Ethel. Why do I get to be Lucy? Because this is my blog and I have red hair. That's why. Also, Jenny's husband is bald, like Fred.*

I know that Jenny loves me because when I run my mouth, as I am prone to do, she says "Aprrriiiillll!" which is her nice way of saying "Shut it sister." She saves me from myself.

And once, on New Year's Eve some years ago, I got sick and threw up in a public bathroom and SHE CLEANED IT UP!!! In. A. Public. Bathroom. True story.

But mostly I know she loves me because she tells me the truth. She tells me when I'm wrong and she listens to me when I complain about people who bug me. I can complain all I want to her because she's a vault. She will never trash talk someone, which I actually find quite annoying, but I know that deep down she is sending them bad voodoo vibes for me.

So why am I just now, after close to a year of blogging, mentioning Jenny? Well, I guess it's because there are a few things in my life that I hold close to my heart and I am a little reluctant to share. But I think it is time.

World, I got her first. Go get your own Jenny. Believe me, you need one.

* Guaranteed, Jenny just thought "Appprrriiilll!" in her head.