Monday This and That

Goodness gracious.  Is it Monday already?  I pulled that muscle again, just when it was well on its way to healing.  Silly me.  Will never learn to ask for help.  Friday, the small cap from my conditioner slipped from my hands and landed in the drain.  Last time I bent to retrieve it, I hurt myself.  So, why didn't I use that as a lesson?  I should have left it for hubby, because there is a drain there to stop it, and it wasn't actually going to go anyplace, but old habits are hard to break, and the tub in my old apartment didn't have this drain, so a small cap like that could signal a call to the plumber if not retrieved right away.  Hence, my natural reaction is to dive for it, and in the process, re-injuring an old sprain.

(This is a portion of my angel collection. I tried to place them so I could catch them all, but on a cell phone, that is not meant to be.  Many are still packed away.)

Took a walk to the 99 cent store on Saturday. Bought some studded hair clips, a furry kitty cat key chain, a lavender scented candle, and some incense called 'Perfumes of Ancient Times'.  I bought it not too long ago and total fell in love with it. I especially love sitting in my rocker, closing my eyes, and allowing myself to be transported back to another time and place.  

Speaking of the past, I'm hoping to soon receive the results on my matrilineal DNA test that will tell me which of the 'Seven Daughters of Eve' I come from.  It was delayed thanks to a mistake on my part.  I'd sent my money order and order information as required, but, problem was, in my haste and excitement, I sent a money order in the wrong amount.  I sent the amount needed for male DNA test which cost more than the one I had ordered. So, the money order was returned, and I had to patiently wait my money to be returned so I could buy another money order.  Finally happened and my DNA test was taken and is on its way to Ancestry. This time, everything was done very, very carefully.  

(My collection of faceless dolls.  I had six, but two broke in the move despite my best efforts.)

My mother-in-law liked to say they were faceless because they symbolized 'See no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil'.  According to the Dominican culture, however, the dolls were faceless because the Dominican has no single face.  He or she is a mixture of three cultures--Tainos, Africans, and Europeans. I see this in my husband's family.  All 19, yes 19, children come from the same father and mother, but skin color and facial features vary.   Personally, I like both explanations. 

(And finally, a part of my Fairyland Collection.  Sorry it is somewhat blurry.  I tried over and over again to get a better picture, but to know avail)