Ann's Blog

Shame on you, Covergirl! You decided to cater to the less than 0.1% of men who want to be treated like a female by putting makeup on a man and using him in an advertisement on TV. (Does “You can put lipstick on a pig but it is still a pig” ring a bell?) You insulted every biological female who has been a customers of yours for a very long time, such as me! Over a 40 + year span of time, I have used your fragrance-free compact makeup and your Outlast lipstick and have been very pleased with both products. This has been a cost to me of approximately $3,000 – $4,000 which you will NO LONGER be receiving from my hard-earned money!

I will chose a less “politically correct” product who treats women like the biological beings they are and not one, like you, who thinks its is OK to put ‘lipstick on a pig.’

December 2016
Once again I placed too hi of expectations to a friendship and…again was disappointed. What is the obligation of a friend? Should I be suspicious when a friend always ends a conversation with, “I love you”? I always take that to mean they really mean it. Maybe it is just words to them.

My definition of a friend is: they are there for you; they support your efforts; they care about what you care about. I guess it doesn’t mean that to some people.

I recently put a lot of effort into a really good Christmas Program at our church that had a drama presentation surrounded by music of the period, which was set in 1941. It was a wonderful two-night performance and I told everyone I know about it and asked them to come to one of the performances. This one couple who, I thought, were good friends, did not even bother to come or even give an excuse.

It just baffles me to try to understand other peoples definition of ‘friendship’. I ALWAYS put myself out for a friend and support what they do or what they ask me to support. I reach out to new people in my area because I remember what it was like when I moved here and tried to ‘fit in’ to already established social groups.

A new couple we recently met at an event had just moved here so I extended invitations to a couple of events happening and they have attended. Again, my definition of friendship does not always seem to fit others definition.

I seem to find myself, in some instances, lowering my expectations of friends which makes me not want to be such a good friend either. That is just not who I am. I guess this is one of life’s bitter lessons I seem to keep repeating. How sad.

The Red Boots

Black Friday, 2016

I recently was sent an article claiming that this time of year shoppers are ‘duped’ into believing they have this one chance for the quintessential bargain they simply cannot live without and, by the way, there are many more things you just MUST have while you are at it and, further, you must ‘fight’ the other shoppers for it! This makes you a bovine individual. Never mind you all have free will and no one can force you to spend your money.

Well, this bovine-like individual went straight to the mall after we left our friend’s wonderful Thanksgiving dinner with all the trimmings in search of the bargain I was waiting for since I received the flyer in the mail. I walked straight back to that department, weaving through and around the tons of shoppers filling the aisles, to the huge stack of boxes with every color, size and style of boot in that brand. It took me quite a while to finally find the one I wanted in my size but, patience and persistence paid off. There they were, right at eye-level, exactly what I wanted in my size. I took the box over to a quiet corner to try them on, even eliciting the oohs and awes of shoppers who stated, “Those look great on you.” “What a find!” I satisfied myself that the fit was indeed perfect and it was exactly the color I wanted – red boots –

(This reminds me of when I was a little girl and I really, really wanted red patent-leather shoes. I kept asking my mother for red shoes and she kept putting me off with one excuse after another but I persisted until finally she confessed that “Redheads don’t wear red, they aren’t suitable for you.” I accepted that at face value and never asked again but…I never stopped wanting red shoes. Now I have come full circle…)

Back to the story…I took my sought-after box of red boots to the checkout station, patiently waiting my turn, paid the $19.99 + tax, met up with Bob and we left the department store and the mall, walking briskly back to our car and drove home. I came for what I sought, bought what I had long wanted and drove straight home with my Black Friday Special!! I consider myself a discerning shopper and do not succumb to the idiotic mind-set of the masses. So…maybe I’m not ‘bovine-like’ after all….