Mayfair Lady

About 15 years ago, my life changed forever when I met the houseplan of my dreams. I was nearly finished reading my issue of Victoria magazine when...I saw it. A Queen Anne Victorian. It was called "Mayfair" and it was perfect.

Never mind the man of my dreams had not yet materialized, as this is a four- bedroom and bathroom house. I was struck by its size, beauty, and design. Before I died, I vowed, I would watch this house be built for me. John Keats penned "A thing of beauty is a joy forever." Visualizing this house, even on paper, is one of those things for me.


Modesty loves company

I've noticed some blogs out there where the authors and/or contributors seem to revel in telling all sorts of information about themselves, especially regarding their bedroom activities. Do they not realize that they are putting their whole selves on e-display for all the world to read? Do they know how easy it is for their significant others, potential employers, and everyone else to read about their past and current exploits?

What if it's down to you and one other person for a job, and the interviewer decides to dig a little deeper for information? Your posts, from the mundane to the perverse, can be easily found and you may be turned down based on one comment made at 2:45 a.m. three months ago that you don't even remember posting. Just something to think about.


When life hands you lemons...

don't you just want to drop them on the floor and squash the living heck right out of them? I am tired of adjustable rate mortgages, having too much month left at the end of the money and a car with bad brakes. I believe that God never gives us more than we can handle but my arms are starting to hurt a bit. I pray relief will soon be in sight.