Let the Christmas Season begin!!!!!


Well…it starting snowing on the blog, so I had to hurry up and get festive and with the Christmas Spirit pronto!

The coming holidays have the magic to turn our thoughts, our Spirits into something joyful.  At least for me.

I am full of great and happy anticipation to see family I have not seen for a while, to cook and eat some good home cooked meals, to share and exchange laughter, joy, and happiness.

I will posting regularly right up to Christmas, so this time I am keeping it short.

Go out there or inside there and get that magical feeling with the Spirit of giving your joy to others.

It is starting to feel like Christmas!

Happy Contessa


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Fall Season in under 20 minutes…voila! I have the power to do that…

DSCN7986I decided this morning that I was going to put in storage (one box) the summer decorations and bring in the fall motif out from the same box.  I have all my seasons in two boxes, one for summer and fall, and one for Christmas.  I am kind of a magician.

As you can see, all I need is the scents and sights of fall…roasting nuts…pumpkin patch, a bit of a cool chill in the air…some trees turning their leaves…and some sweaters all ready for performance.

Not so!  Not here in the Florida Peninsula…high today 84 degrees, humidity at 100%.  It could be worse, so I am definitely a very happy camper making my magic act, and converting my tiny apartment into a display of fall in full splendor.  Need to light up a candle or two, with pumpkin, or apple pie scents.  I have two big candles in dark orange tones, so let the fall festivities begin.  Which festivities are those, you may ask…well…I don’t have the foggiest idea yet, but I am working on it.  Remember, I am a magician…


Hope you have a wonderful time decorating your digs, just as I did mine.  Hopefully some of you will have the real deal.  I am not complaining at all.  Just that I enjoy my humidity and all luscious green vegetation all year around.  The colors?  I took care of that.

Your Happy Contessa

“I am glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”  L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables.

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It’s All About L O V E……


I am in love with LOVE!

I saw this little printed on canvas sign at a store today, and it stopped me right on my tracks.  What can I tell you…I am in love with love and…let’s leave it at that.

After reading quite a few books that mention that people who have a love interest, or in other words, are in love or are loved…they live longer.  What!!!!!  Need to get me some love.  Like a pill or a vitamin.

Does that mean that I have to give up my peace, quiet, my independence, my freedom and most important…half of my bed?  Don’t think so!

So I have decided to choose someone from my not immediate circle, zero in on someone and just fall in love with this guy.  It is very convenient, if I think about him, I get all mushy inside, butterflies in my stomach, etc., etc.  You know, all the goodies that go with being in love.  So it is like…love on demand.  He does not have the foggiest idea about this crazy woman madly in love with him, but as long as it works for me, what do I care what he thinks.  Of course, this kind of fictional from outer space version of love has its side effects.  I am here drooling for someone who does not even know a thing, and then, well, it gets complicated, very complicated.

Here I am, feeling like a little girl over a boy, but the problem is I am in my after-everything that happens to a woman when she hits the sixth decade plus.  It is a sight to behold and a story to listen to.  You are.  I am most grateful that all of you have very patiently been listening to all this stuff for over a few months already.

Well, going back to the sign.  Yes, I know it says about two people falling in love, but this is my story, so I bought it, a new shower curtain, new rugs and a few other things to revamp my small bathroom into a mini spa.  Now every time I go in there…I am forced to think about this pretend boyfriend.  Maybe I should take that sign down.  This one-way relationship is getting on my nerves, but it is fun and it makes me smile.









Here’s my work-in-progress mini-spa.  It is my special little space.  Notice the sign on the wall.

It is all about laughing, having fun and being in…LOVE!

Your very Happy Contessa

“Being in love is the easiest thing to do.”  Moi

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Chicken…Egg…Greek Philosophers et all…


Plato, Socrates, Aristotle, and all the unnamed female philosophers of ancient Greece would have found me to be very good company for them.  I love to ponder and create questions, where it would have been easier just to eat the egg and move on.

But that’s not my style.  I was thinking that I always see a bunch of chickens in films of, what else, chickens being raised.  Lots and lots of white chickens.  But…I have yet to see a rooster in the crowd.  Now, get ready for this one…how the heck these chicks get impregnated?  That is big, very big!!!  Are the feeding them the spermatozoon by means of drinking water or in the chicken feed?  So…as Socrates’ wife would say, where did the egg come from?  So…what in the world am I eating?  An artificially inseminated boiled egg?  Is that why eggs stink so very bad?  That one is for another contemplating moment.

Don’t chickens and roosters make love or make whoopee?  I have had that romantic fantasy since I was a little girl.  Need to google that.  What a let down!

This business of automation is getting to be very serious…I am freaking out!  You mean that in the future a guy and a gal could just drink water or take a pill, and that’s it!  So in nine or whatever months…ta ra!!  A bebe (baby)… puff, comes out. I was going to say something about the older crowd…those of us that just…but I have decided to leave that very alone.  Do not want to get into trouble with the censorship police.  Have enough already with the grammar police.  There’s only so much my romantic heart can take.

I have to admit it…this is somewhat a different kind of thinking…now that I am a docent a at museum…I am going to name it…”PMAE.”  Post Menopausal Art Expression.  Very avant-garde.  I like it!

Now, let’s address the issue of unnamed female philosophers…who do you think was giving these guys all these glorious pondering moments?  Really…you really think that these guys figured all of those deep thoughts just by themselves…you got to be kidding.  Guys can do nothing without…you guessed…women.  Probably the women would tell them what they were pondering on…and voila…they would go out and meet with their friends and make it look like it came from them.  Nothing has changed…sorry my dear male friends.  It is what it is.  But we love all of you dearly, anyway.

Well…enough of this heavy thinking for today.  Brain is getting in overload mode.  Not such a good thing when you have too few neurons at full capacity.

Your Happiest today, Contessa

“Which one came first…the egg…the chicken…”  Now you use your own neurons to figure it all out.


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I am cooking…on a food roll…


Yes, I made a different dinner tonight.  The goddesses of the culinary department in Heaven must be frantic.  That woman, in the kitchen, and cooking something new?  Sound the alarm.

Yep, I bought an avocado, some chick peas (garbanzos), wild sockeye salmon, and one mango.  This is the result of all of these ingredients.  Frankly, I looked at the items for 2 days, and today decided that I was not going to let them spoil.  So…around 4:30 pm, I started with the mango.  Peeled, cut it and put it with a bit of water and some sugar to boil.  Then the peas, I warmed them a little to make it easier to mash, peeled the avocado, cut it in small pieces.  Mixed those two, added some lemon juice, extra virgin olive oil, garlic salt and very little regular salt.  The salmon, just put it in a pan, with very little evoo and some garlic salt on top.  Let it  cook at your preference, and voila, there you have it.  A delicious, lots of protein dinner.

Frankly, I may have forgotten a thing or two, because I do not follow instructions and make my own rules when I am in that dreaded place of the house, called kitchen.  I do not like to cook!  But… I do like to eat healthy food, so I have to psych myself to go in you know where.  I like a pretty and clean kitchen, but my ideal home would be one without that department.

It was so tasty and good for all parts of my ancient, from the cave-age-body.  Honesty is a good trait I possess.

Confession time…I have some new highly educated friends on that social network, so I am having nightmares about how they are going to interpret my use of the English language.  Just when I was chillin with my life, there they show up!  Hopefully, “they” won’t be reading this, and just in case they do…the grammar police and I already have made peace with each other a long time ago.  Well…I feel much better now that this issue is out of my system.  I am who I am and it is what it is.

Ta ta

Happy Contessa

“Enjoy everything in your whatever life, because it is very short and only you can make it delicious.”  Me.

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Southern charm…Food and…


This was an unusual experience.  Since when do Southern restaurants have so much noise that you want to gulp down the food and leave as soon as possible.  I thought only the big golden arches did that.  This is a new era.  Always noisy and on the run.

I had the shrimp creole or something like that over grits and sweet corn bread.  It was outrageously delicious!  The name of the place is a chicken coop (that’s somewhat the real name, but because I don’t endorse or criticize restaurants because I am not a Food Critic, I don’t mention their real name).  My mouth is the best food critic you will ever meet, if you ask me.  I do not volunteer my opinion, except in this forum, because it is mine to say whatever I want to.

Well…going back to the experience…as soon as we got in the place, the noise was so high that I had my doubts as to stay or go.  We decided we will go through the experience.  You walk up to a buffet style counter, and you tell the servers what you would like to have and, you get your food, you pay, get your drinks, silverware, napkins and sit wherever you can find a place.  That’s the new style en vogue…the more difficult they make it for you…the more people love the place.  What gives.  No…I did not have sweet tea.  Didn’t see any Southern gentlemen either, except the one gentleman with us.  I was there to eat, not to get a partner.

My food was great…my system must be in shock going from grazing all the time to all these hundreds of small pieces of ham, tomatoes, lots of spices and a good number of shrimps, maybe farm-raised in Malaysia.  What the heck, I was out for the experience, not to have a psychology session with my stomach, trying to explain to this 60+ year-old stomach what was about to happen.  So far..so ok.

YOLO…you only live once.  Yeah, but I want to live once and for a kind of long time.  Need to find out if there is any oxymoron syndrome involved in all of this.

Next time “Take Out” is the name of the game.  Maybe once a year.  Good idea.

Your Happy Contessa

“Nobody can be exactly like me.  Sometimes even I have trouble doing it.” Anonymous

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Complaint about Aging…#101


Not a good idea to take a closer look at yourself on a humid, hot, bad-hair-kind-of-a-day, when you are using an 8x magnifying mirror.

Where in the world all this stuff comes from and when the heck did all these things happened?

I am lost for words and for anything else.  Things hanging everywhere, lines and big dents all over the place, and let’s not go below the neck.  Do not want to convert this posting on a horror story.  I have this humongous mirror on my dinning area, and when I sit to eat, or graze, because that’s all I do, I just move my mouth all the time, and I can see my face all the time while I am eating.  Not a pleasant image.

I don’t know about any of you…but I don’t remember being told anytime when I was a younger, so ravishing looking chick, that this is what was waiting for me at this tender age of mid-sixties.  There I am…I don’t want to reveal my real age anymore.  Too much pain just adjusting to all these new changes.  I caught myself walking in slow motion the other day, and I almost fainted from my reaction to my own body.  The mind is out there, going and going, dancing and dancing, but the body is saying, hey, not so fast.  I hate this!

I am afraid to look to the left, to the right, high above and low below on the mirror anymore.  I get surprises of new areas that have changed in the last 30 seconds or so.  I don’t know how to deal with all these new parts on my body.  I am fearful of laughing too hard and too much, because all these lines come to visit on a second, without being invited.  I love sleeveless shirts, well…the look is not that hot anymore.

Listen up, young punks, enjoy all you can right now, because the transition from gorgeous to “what’s that” happens in a second.  No warning whatsoever.

Creams?  All of them for every area of the body.  Do they work?  Don’t think so, but I still use them anyway.  This is so very hard for a hard-core ex-diva like me.

Now that I let all the steam out, I need to go out and get some books on how to learn to crochet, knit, or paint.  That’s what quiet, nice little old-ladies do.  Right?  Ok, Raylene, you are the exception to the rule.  You’re still a baby, but prepare yourself, my friend, because you will be knitting at a speed you never knew you could.    :)

I am looking to buy a 100x magnifying mirror, so I can torture myself at a better rate.

Wow…life never ceases to amaze me with all these surprising surprises.  Grammar police?

Your Happy Contessa

“Life is better when you can laugh about your own self.”  Me



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