Dear Helen Hartman,
If my life lately were a car the fuel gauge would be on a big ol' “E”. I’m not unhappy, just feeling like all my energy has been drained away. Does this ever happen to you and if so I’d Love to know how you get gassed up again.
Really? You actually asked Helen how she gets gassed?
|Remember the good ol' days when gas was just something we put in our cars, not something we took a pill to prevent?|
Is it because of that ugly after dinner thing? I swear it was the soda pop talking!
|"Hey Look, Dad, Here's my imitation of what Mom does all day, only not with 7-up if you know what I mean."|
Helen is struggling with this as work and a new in
law situation is consuming all her sweet nature and goodwill.
|Is the answer... if the question is: If you don't stop bothering me in here, will I hold your head under water until you pass out?|
(Let’s be honest, there was that much of either to begin with!)
So how does one deal with it? Well one might suggest exercise and eating right.
|If you are what you eat then I'm a like the lemon in my drinks: tart with a mean twist.|
But surely there are some quick tricks for revving up one’s engine.
Or maybe I should say Red-ing up one’s engine. Helen finds color helps.
Especially if it’s on something you truly, deeply, fanatically love to shop for!
|Post Cover 1959 - 'nuff said|
Helen adores pink. She finds yellow makes her smile (so you can understand yellow is not her favorite color). Aqua makes her feel smart and sassy but Red? Red is definitely the go to power color.
|Dear Diary, today I got my hair done, hung my enormous medal for excellence in homemaking behind my bed and came one step closer to world domination. It was a good day.|
Beyond brightening the world around you (something Helen does wherever she goes, of course!)
|Just another typical day for Helen. One day I hope to take a walk without inciting a thrilling dance number by total strangers.|
...right before your eyes, think about livening things up for your ears.
Helen plugs in some music and goes.
|No, No, Cissy. I said the choir was going to sing Poker Face by Lady Ga Ga, not Baby Face with Lacy's Nana.|
So Helen wishes you the best of luck with… what?
You don’t believe that Helen simply uses color and music to give herself a ‘kick’? You suspect there is something else that she does to inject some energy into her engine? All right. Yes. You’re right. Helen really does do something else.
She quietly plots revenge.
|Oh, Ya, Judy. There sure Is enough room in this here new 'fridge for all my food AND a few leftover body parts, as well!|
You think Helen's kidding? The best way to find out is to cross her. I don’t suggest it or the next ticking you hear might not be the Maid of Honor Timer.