Saturday, May 29, 2010

Day One Hundred and Fourty-Five

Canadian or American..

Apparently there are two ways to spell 40.  I spelled it two different ways but both looked right so I googled it.  Good ole' Google told me there are two correct spellings: forty which is American and fourty which is Canadian.  Spell check prefers forty but my eyes prefer fourty so I'll leave it as fourty for today. 

My picture for today (well, umm actually last Wednesday) is a close up of a rose in the backyard.  I need to take a picture of the red ones.  I wish I could capture that smell and share it with you because it is so sweet smelling.  Not offensive like perfume manufacturers lead you to believe roses are.  Never ever trust synthetic lavendar.  The real thing smells NOTHING like the offensive perfumes and fragrances in stores.

In fact I do not like perfume or colognes because I find them very offensive.  They give me headaches, make me cough, and I often have to hold my breath around perfume wearers.  Too much inhalation of perfumy (I don't think that is a real word) air will make me nauseous.  I love essential oils and natural extracts but synthetic is horrible.  Similar to funeral flowers I find perfume overwhelming.  I'm glad Aaron feels the same and also has similar reactions to it or I would have to ask him not to wear cologne.  Which reminds me of a pet peeve from my office working days.  Those people (and they know who they are) who wear so much cologne or perfume in the mornings that when you get on the elevator you know they are at work.  Not because they are in the elevator with you but because they left their scent behind.  I found men were worse with that.  Some so potent you could barely enter their office without a gas mask in hand.  I will never understand what they are trying to cover...they must smell horrible naturally.  Or maybe they have awful breath or maybe they are so arrogant they like to smell themselves...hahah, they may have been it.

So back to my is the rose....

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