A whiff of body lotion can’t really transport us to peaceful places, right?! We’re all grown up and hip to advertizing hooey. YET… just one enchanting encounter with my new Aventine Hill “Relaxation Hand & Body Lotion” did sweep me gloriously farther away in 2 seconds than I ever was swept in years with another lotion. Must be that kiss of vanilla and lemon!
Sorry, certain brand of face soap, you’ll be seeing a lot less of me now that I have “Grandma’s Herbal Cleansing Grains” by Aventine Hill, with kaolin clay, rice powder, yogurt powder, colloidal oatmeal and other wonderful ORGANIC goodies!
Let’s face it, I’ve been obsessively good to my skin since my mid-twenties (except of course, for my tan in 1999 when Y2K was going to end the world and, gosh-darn, if I were going to meet my Maker at the young age of 35 - I’d meet Him with a great-looking tan.) So, combined with the suncare products I already use, Aventine Hill — created out of a love for nature – is the icing on my skin and soul-care’s cake.
Natural. Organic. No synthetic color. No synthetic fragrance. Handmade. Etsy. Great stuff.
And a GREAT VALUE too. Plus, a Big Mothers’ Day Sale Going on NOW!
Guys, sorry I’ve been AWOL. Dear sweet Lynn just e-mailed to check up on me.
I’m fine!!
Took me a while to recover from the camping trip lack of sleep, went to a song critique session last night, been re-writing bits here and there, (still trying to get the 3rd verse lyrics of Rosie’s song to flow immaculately,) working on guitar, making and delivering posters and flyers for the show, getting with Affordable Sound about the CDs, trying not to freak out in any way, as the turn-around for what I want is actually 7 business days, not 2 or 3 . Etc, etc.
Sorry I haven’t even answered your comments from the last post. I aim to soon. And revel in your latest blog posts. And I aim to get another song video up in the next couple-few days, the ”I Need A Man” (with a chainsaw,) one.
Our little roost ruler comes out with the most beautiful blessings at the dinner table, usually something like, “Lord, thanks for my loving parents – I wouldn’t trade them for the world. Thanks for my great school and this wonderful food. I hope the good people will stay good and the bad people will get good — and I hope it is soon.”
When she was 5 she thanked God for “the wedding” so she could be born.
And below, one particularly sweet blessing of late…
“Dear God, thank you for our food and our house and for everything we enjoy, except for the things that are just a big pain in the ass. Amen.”
Jannie believes in a great big wonderful God of love. Do you? Who is God to you? Do you pray? Do you say grace?
I pulled the original post of this about a minute after hitting publish, when a sudden paranoia struck that I’d get comments like “shut up about God already and go fling your bra,” the timing directly on the heels of my condom heart “Grannie” episode, which was a mini trauma for sensitive little me.
But I’m so over it!
A couple of you friends whose blog posts I always look forward to, Chris of Csquaredplus3 and Dot of Deeper Issues had seen the original post via their readers and were lovely enough to comment about it on the next post I’d published. Thanks for that, you two! (Not that the rest of you suck, or anything.) :) It was only because of those two commenting, that I actually came to understand how feeds work. Oy. Once you hit publish, your stuff, like, goes into RSS feeds of subscribers. To read. Like, everywhere. On the Internet. Wow.
This Internet thing is so cool and should really start catching on any day now.
Oh, I’m probably going camping in the morning so will see you in a couple days!
