iJules

VW W3

I have new car! I am so excited, it is a perfect fit for me. I have been researching on the web for a couple of months trying to decide what to buy. I wanted something classic enough that I could keep it for several years if I wanted, I am gone so much so I do not drive great distances, my 2003 I traded in had 34,000 miles on it.

I had originally planned on a Mini Cooper, that seemed to be the cutest car on the planet. I did not see that many over in Cowtown but once I moved over here to Dallas they are everywhere. One day at Target there were 6 of them in the same parking row. I was on my way to the Scion dealership to drive the Xb. I was a little concerned about this choice because it is only offered in pretty boring colors but I thought I would drive that and then go drive the Mini. I could not find the Scion dealership and was looking for a place to pull over and check my iPhone for the location when I noticed my temperature gauge was quickly creeping toward the H. I turned around and headed for the VW lot which was actually third on my list but closest to where my Hyundai was apparantly having a meltdown.

I had planned on a red convertible with a black top, but one look at this one and I knew it was for me. It is called the W3 which means it is a triple white. I love the white leather interior, it looks great with all the black and chrome trim. I have a silk daisy in the bud vase!

Shoes Don't Lie

I am a product junkie. I love lotions, salts and potions, scrubbers and steamers. I cleanse, exfoliate, masque and moisturize. I have creams for my feet and creams for my eyelids.

I also love shoes. Lots and lots of shoes. I have more potions and more shoes than a person could need. I realize this as I am trying to pack. One of my favorite things about living in Fort Worth - a place where a person's shoes are sometimes the only way you can tell the poseurs from the rich. Shoes nevah lie sugah. But now I am moving to Dallas. Like Fort Worth on crack. I am thinking there will be a need for more shoes.

I never take any products with me to Holland because I can buy whatever I want over there. I keep a good supply of stuff in the Dutchman's bathroom cabinets but sometimes the ew factor gets to him and he tosses them out. I also suspect he sniffs my Nivea when he is missing me terribly. I am in love with this product Olay Thermal Pedicure  I know I can get Olay products in Holland, so it may be available in France as well. I don't use Olay products on my face but they are great for the body.

*Image from Tango Land

Seagulls

I just read about  petite's encounter with a seagull in Essaouira and felt the need to write about my own seagull story. Back in the 80's I was dodging classes and spending the afternoon on the Clearwater Beach with a friend (okay some guy I was nailing) and we were pretty wasted on small rolled cigarrettes and Jack Daniel's and I needed a burger. I made my way to the snackbar and waited in line with all the other fried losers who had nothing better to do on a Wednesday afternoon but lay around in the sand. I squinted up at this hand painted sign hanging over the order window that said "Not responsible for food eaten by seagulls!" I remember thinking what sort of a moron would expect the snackbar to be responsible if you gave your food to a seagull? Aside from that, only snowbirds freshly landed on the sandy shores are stupid enough to feed seagulls and they only do it once.

I got my burger (this whole process had taken nearly an hour, from walking to the snackbar, waiting my turn and waiting for the burger to be grilled), unwrapped it and walked out from under the tiki hut covering the tables where most people were eating. I was just about to take a bite and this winged rat flew off the roof where he had obviously been waiting for me, swooped down and snatched the meat right out of my bun and flapped away. I looked up and maybe it was the weed or maybe it was the Jack but I swear the 50 other seagulls up there were laughing at me. I took my bread and mayonnaise and went on back to my chair. My friends says Dude, where is the meat? He was pretty sorry he asked.