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Food For Thought

2006-03-03T08:05:00.000-05:00

The following excerpt was written by Ben Stein and recited by him on CBS Sunday Morning Commentary, Sunday 12/18/05:

Herewith at this happy time of year, a few confessions from my beating heart:
I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish. And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled trees Christmas trees. I don't feel threatened. I don't feel discriminated against. That's what they are: Christmas trees.

It doesn't bother me a bit when people say, "Merry Christmas" to me. I don't think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I kind of like it. It shows that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn't bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in Malibu. If people want a creche, it's just as fine with me as is the Menorah a few hundred yards away.

I don't like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don't think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians. I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period. I have no idea where the concept came from that America is an explicitly atheist country. I can't find it in the Constitution, and I don't like it being shoved down my throat.

Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should worship Nick and Jessica and we aren't allowed to worship God as we understand Him?I guess that's a sign that I'm getting old, too.But there are a lot of us who are wondering where Nick and Jessica came from and where the America we knew went to.

In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke, it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking.

Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her "How could God let something like this Happen?" (regarding Katrina) Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response.

She said, "I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives."

"And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?"

In light of recent events...terrorists attack, school shootings, etc. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare, (she was murdered, her body found recently), complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said OK. Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school. The Bible says thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK.

Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem, (Dr. Spock's son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he's talking about. And we said OK.

Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves. Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with "WE REAP WHAT WE SOW."

Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell. Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says. Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing. Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.

Are you laughing?

Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it. Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us. Pass it on if you think it has merit. If not then just discard it... no one will know you did. But, if you discard this thought process, don't sit back and complain about what bad shape the world is in.

Food for thought, indeed!

Have a great day,

Lisa B.

Laidback Thoughts

2006-01-08T21:56:00.000-05:00

Here's a funny one for a change. We all need a little humor. Sadly, if you were to see my house, you'd see that I already follow this philosophy of housecleaning almost to the letter. Now, I just have to work on the last one cause, as anyone who knows me would attest, I stress WAY too much!! Enjoy the read.

MY PHILOSOPHY OF HOUSECLEANING!
I don't do windows because ...
I love birds and don't want one to run into a clean window and get hurt.

I don't wax floors because ...
I am terrified a guest will slip and get hurt then I'll feel terrible( plus they may sue me.)

I don't mind the dust bunnies because ...
They are very good company, I have named most of them, and they agree with everything I say.

I don't disturb cobwebs because ...
I want every creature to have a home of their own.

I don't Spring Clean because ...
I love all the seasons and don't want the others to get jealous.

I don't pull weeds in the garden because ...
I don't want to get in God's way, he is an excellent designer.

I don't put things away because ...
My husband will never be able to find them again.

I don't do gourmet meals when I entertain because ...
I don't want my guests to stress out over what to make when they invite me over for dinner.

I don't iron because ...
I choose to believe them when they say "Permanent Press".

I don't stress much on anything because ...
"A Type" personalities die young and I want to stick around and become a wrinkled up crusty ol' woman!!!!

So...I hope you got a chuckle from this. Now, enjoy the rest of your day!

Lisa B.

A Good Story

2006-01-02T11:41:00.000-05:00

You make the choice. Don't look for a punch line; there isn't one. Read it anyway.

My question to all of you is: Would you have made the same choice?

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question. "When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?" The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. "I believe, that when a child like Shay comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes, in the way other people treat that child. "Then he told the following story: Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they'll let me play?" Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging.

Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and, getting none, he took matters into his own hands and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning." In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the outfield. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base, and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat. At this juncture, would they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible 'cause Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball. However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able to make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game. Instead, the pitcher took the ball and turned and threw the ball on a high arc to right field, far beyond the reach of the first baseman. Everyone started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay ever made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled. Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!" By the time Shay rounded first base, the right fielder had the ball. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions and intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward second base as the runners ahead of him deliriously circled the bases toward home. Shay reached second base, the opposing shortstop ran to him, turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third!" As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams were screaming, "Shay, run home!" Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the "grand slam" and won the game for his team."

That day," said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, "the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world."

Would you make the same choice? Good for those boys!

Have a wonderful day.

Lisa

Puppies For Sale

2005-07-28T21:56:00.000-05:00

Hope you enjoy this story...I seem to like the ones about "underdogs"...

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy. "Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."

"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck. "These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money." The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. "I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?" "Sure," said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle. "Here, Dolly!" he called. Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight. As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared; this one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others doing its best to catch up...

"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt. The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would." With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itselt to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see, sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands."

With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup. Holding it carefully he handed it to the little boy. "How much?" asked the little boy.

"No charge," answered the farmer, "There's no charge for love."

Have a great day!
Lisa B.

Home Alone...

2005-07-22T20:53:00.000-05:00

Food for thought...

Another teenage suicide. Alone in the house with a gun…

What does that tell us? Are we too hard on our children these days? Do we expect them to do too much too soon? Do we expect them to know too much too soon? Do we want them to grow up too fast? Perhaps…

Do our children really need to be taught in 6th grade what we were taught in 9th grade? Do they need to be the best on the football team or soccer team or baseball team?

OR…could we allow them to be children a little longer? Could we encourage their innocence a little longer? Could we nurture them a little better and let them know they don’t have to be the best, the biggest and the smartest and we’ll still love them?

Perhaps we need to start paying attention to our children and notice their stress. Stress that, too often, we put on them…whether we try it or not. Perhaps we need to keep better track of where our children are and who they’re with. Perhaps we need to let them know they don’t have to handle everything on their own.

Do your children know you’re not too busy to listen? You’re not too busy to help? You’re not too busy to be involved in their lives?

I think our children are crying out for us to be there for them. To set limits and make rules. To ask them where they’re going and who they’ll be with…even if they roll their eyes and act as if they’d rather we don’t ask.

Of course it’s easier to say yes to their requests regardless if the request is a reasonable one. After a long day at work, who wants to deal with children who are angry cause we’ve said no? Perhaps…and this is a big one…perhaps, we need to have a parent at home. Perhaps we can “make do” with one income if we just trim the fat a little bit.

Just maybe we all need to be there more for our children so we’re not the parents of the teenager alone in the house with a gun…

At the beginning of this week, I learned of a 9th grader who took his life. He was in my daughter's class and he's the 2nd student this year who came to this end. Here's hoping we're never the parents of the teenager alone in the house...Makes me want to hug my daughters just a little tighter tonight and thank God that we're all together.

Lisa B.

The Folded Napkin

2005-07-17T20:14:00.000-05:00

This article really touched my heart as I am the mother of a 16 year old daughter with Down Syndrome. However, I think you'll find it amazing even if you don't have a "personal" connection. It's a long read but, I think, well worth it.

I try not to be biased, but I had my doubts about hiring Stevie. His placement counselor assured me that he would be a good, reliable busboy. But I had never had a mentally handicapped employee and wasn't sure I wanted one. I wasn't sure how my customers would react to Stevie.

He was short, a little dumpy with the smooth facial features and thick-tongued speech of Downs Syndrome. I wasn't worried about most of my trucker customers because truckers don't generally care who buses tables as long as the meatloaf platter is good and the pies are homemade. The four-wheeler drivers were the ones who concerned me; the mouthy college kids traveling to school; the yuppie snobs who secretly polish their silverware with their napkins for fear of catching some dreaded "truck stop germ" the pairs of white-shirted business men on expense accounts who think every truck stop waitress wants to be flirted with. I knew those people would be uncomfortable around Stevie so I closely watched him for the first few weeks.

I shouldn't have worried. After the first week, Stevie had my staff wrapped around his stubby little finger, and within a month my truck regulars had adopted him as their official truck stop mascot. After that, I really didn't care what the rest of the customers thought of him. He was like a 21-year-old in blue jeans and Nikes, eager to laugh and eager to please, but fierce in his attention to his duties. Every salt and pepper shaker was exactly in its place, not a bread crumb or coffee spill was visible when Stevie got done with the table. Our only problem was persuading him to wait to clean a table until after the customers were finished. He would hover in the background, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, scanning the dining room until a table was empty. Then he would scurry to the empty table and carefully bus dishes and glasses onto cart and meticulously wipe the table up with a practiced flourish of his rag. If he thought a customer was watching, his brow would pucker with added concentration.

He took pride in doing his job exactly right, and you had to love how hard he tried to please each and every person he met. Over time, we learned that he lived with his mother, a widow who was disabled after repeated surgeries for cancer. They lived on their Social Security benefits in public housing two miles from the truck stop. Their social worker, who stopped to check on him every so often, admitted they had fallen between the cracks. Money was tight, and what I paid him was probably the difference between them being able to live together and Stevie being sent to a group home.

That's why the restaurant was a gloomy place that morning last August, the first morning in three years that Stevie missed work. He was at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester getting a new valve or something put in his heart. His social worker said that people with Downs Syndrome often have heart problems at an early age so this wasn't unexpected, and there was a good chance he would come through the surgery in good shape and be back at work in a few months. A ripple of excitement ran through the staff later that morning when word came that he was out of surgery, in recovery, and doing fine. Frannie, the head waitress, let out a war hoop and did a little dance in the aisle when she heard the good news.

Belle Ringer, one of our regular trucker customers, stared at the sight of this 50-year-old grandmother of four doing a victory shimmy beside his table. Frannie blushed, smoothed her apron and shot Belle Ringer a withering look. He grinned. "OK, Frannie, what was that all about?" he asked. "We just got word that Stevie is out of surgery and going to be okay." "I was wondering where he was. I had a new joke to tell him. What was the surgery about?" Frannie quickly told Belle Ringer and the other two drivers sitting at his booth about Stevie's surgery, then sighed: "Yeah, I'm glad he is going to be OK," she said. "But I don't know how he and his Mom are going to handle all the bills. From what I hear, they're barely getting by as it is."

Belle Ringer nodded thoughtfully, and Frannie hurried off to wait on the rest of her tables. Since I hadn't had time to round up a busboy to replace Stevie and really didn't want to replace him, the girls were busing their own tables that day until we decided what to do. After the morning rush, Frannie walked into my office. She had a couple of paper napkins in her hand and a funny look on her face. "What's up?" I asked. "I didn't get that table where Belle Ringer and his frien ds were sitting cleared off after they left, and Pony Pete and Tony Tipper were sitting there when I got back to clean it off," she said. "This was folded and tucked under a coffee cup." She handed the napkin to me, and three $20 bills fell onto my desk when I opened it. On the outside, in big, bold letters, was printed "Something For Stevie. Pony Pete asked me what that was all about," she said, "so I told him about Stevie and his Mom and everything, and Pete looked at Tony and Tony looked at Pete, and they ended up giving me this." She handed me another paper napkin that had "Something For Stevie" scrawled on its outside. Two $50 bills were tucked within its folds. Frannie looked at me with wet, shiny eyes, shook her head and said simply: "truckers."

That was three months ago. Today is Thanksgiving, the first day Stevie is supposed to be back to work. His placement worker said he's been counting the days until the doctor said he could work, and it didn't matter at all that it was a holiday. He called 10 times in the past week, making sure we knew he was coming, fearful that we had forgotten him or that his job was in jeopardy. I arranged to have his mother bring him to work. I then met them in the parking lot and invited them both to celebrate his day back. Stevie was thinner and paler, but couldn't stop grinning as he pushed through the doors and headed for the back room where his apron and busing cart were waiting. "Hold up there, Stevie, not so fast," I said. I took him and his mother by their arms. "Work can wait for a minute. To celebrate you coming back, breakfast for you and your mother is on me!"

I led them toward a large corner booth at the rear of the room. I could feel and hear the rest of the staff following behind as we marched through the dining room. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw booth after booth of grinning truckers empty and join the procession. We stopped in front of the big table. Its surface was covered with coffee cups, saucers and dinner plates, all sitting slightly crooked on dozens of folded paper napkins.

"First thing you have to do, Stevie, is clean up this mess," I said. I tried to sound stern. Stevie looked at me, and then at his mother, then pulled out one of the napkins. It had "Something for Stevie" printed on the outside. As he picked it up, two $10 bills fell onto the table. Stevie stared at the money, then at all the napkins peeking from beneath the tableware, each with his name printed or scrawled on it. I turned to his mother. "There's more than $10,000 in cash and checks on table, all from truckers and trucking companies that heard about your problems.

"Happy Thanksgiving," Well, it got real noisy about that time, with everybody hollering and shouting, and there were a few tears, as well. But you know what's funny? While everybody else was busy shaking hands and hugging each other, Stevie, with a big, big smile on his face, was busy clearing all the cups and dishes from the table. Best worker I ever hired. Plant a seed and watch it grow.

Here's hoping you have a great day!

Lisa B.

A different side to George Carlin

2005-07-13T17:28:00.000-05:00

When George Carlin's wife passed away, he wrote the following piece. Another long read but you won't be sorry you took the time...

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time.

We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness. We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.

We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.

It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.

Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all, mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

Now, go out there and enjoy and cherish your loved ones!

Lisa B.

The Seven Wonders of the World

2005-07-09T20:51:00.000-05:00

A group of students were asked to list what they thought were the present "Seven Wonders of the World." Though there were some disagreements, the following received the most votes:

1. Egypt's Great Pyramids
2. Taj Mahal
3. Grand Canyon
4. Panama Canal
5. Empire State Building
6. St. Peter's Basilica
7. China's Great Wall

While gathering the votes, the teacher noted that one student had not finished her paper yet. So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list.

The girl replied, "Yes, a little. I couldn't quite make up my mind because there were so many."The teacher said, "Well, tell us what you have, and maybe we can help.

"The girl hesitated, then read, "I think the 'Seven Wonders of the World' are:

1. To See

2. To Hear

3. To Touch

4. To Taste

5. To Feel

6. To Laugh

7. And to Love."

The room was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop. The things we overlook as simple and ordinary and that we take for granted are truly wondrous! A gentle reminder -- that the most precious things in life cannot be built by hand or bought by man.

Children usually say it best and this time was no exception.

Have a great day!

Lisa B.

Inspirational words for today.

2005-07-05T11:51:00.000-05:00

TAKE TIME TODAY____________________________
by Linda Biemiller

"Everything is changing -everything is different," they say.
But I have done timeless things
Connecting me to generations past and to people of ancient nations whose names were never scratched in stone.

I have picked a ripe strawberry,
An act that in itself, has never been more, or less,
Than a deliberate hand, the dirt, the berry as it snaps off the low bush -
The feeling that something Divine must transform sun, soil and water into juicy
pleasure.

I have nursed an infant in the smallest hours of the night,
Awake alone in a quiet house -
Alone, but not alone, drowsily thinking of mother-sisters around the world
And of cave mothers long ago -
Nothing more, nothing less, than baby, mother and breast.

I have watched patiently as a butterfly abandoned its cocoon,
Struggling, resting, struggling, resting,
Pushing free at last and then waiting, easy prey for a time,
Until dry wings could lift the transformed body to unimagined heights,
Nothing more, nothing less, than struggle, rest and soar.

I have seen a double rainbow
Marveled at the intricacy of a flowering weed,
Smoothed the cheek of a fevered toddler on the cusp of sleep.
I have guided a baby's first steps,
Been hypnotized by the flight of a hunting hawk,
Watched the smoldering magnificence of an approaching storm.

And like spiritual people of all times
I have humbled myself in tears before the goodness of my God.

Have you done some of these things too? Has it been too long?
In this "man-crafted" world,
This electric "reality" of wires and steel,
This land of skyscrapers and theme parks.
Seek out the gaps and connections,
Breathe deeply.
Love extravagantly.
Live fully.

AND TAKE TIME TO DO SOMETHING TIMELESS.

(This piece was written by a 42 year old mother of two sons who, sadly, recently passed away from an inoperable brain tumor.)

Avon Color for Eyes FAQs

2005-07-04T10:58:00.000-05:00

Check here for hints on how to use eye makeup to your fullest benefit.

Q: What are some hints for maximizing the effects of mascara?
A: Curling lashes with an eyelash curler before applying mascara is recommended. Place the mascara wand close to the roots of the lashes. Gradually pull the wand through while gently rolling the brush. Once the first coat is dry, apply a second coat—two coats look more professional than one heavy-handed application. As for lower lashes, brush lashes with the wand in a vertical position and sweep across lashes, or apply lash by lash. Careful, though. Too much mascara on lower lashes can age you!

Q: How do I soften eye makeup without looking washed out?
A: Using your fingertips, spread the eyeshadow from your lashes to just above the creases. That way, when your eye is open, the color brightens, but does not overpower your face. To create a defined eye without eyeliner, apply an extra coat of mascara.

Q: How do I make small eyes appear larger?
A: Use lighter shades of shadow, particularly on the lid. Define the outer edges of the upper and lower eye with liner and apply lots of mascara.

Q: How do I make wide-set eyes appear to look closer?
A: Focus color and mascara on the inner corners of the eyes; line the eyes from the inner corners, blending outward to the middle of the lid.

Q: How do I make close-set eyes appear to look wider?
A: Concentrate color intensity on outer corners of the eye. Line from the middle of the lid and blend outward. Generously apply mascara to outer lashes.

Q: How do I define my vanishing lids?
A: To define the lid, sweep medium-toned shadow over lid and brow area. Dust under brow with pale highlighter for contrast. Line upper and lower lashes finely, and use a volume-building mascara to bring them out.

Have fun with color this summer and visit my website to see what's new.

Lisa B.

It's Time For Bug Guard Plus

2005-07-03T20:09:00.000-05:00

It's summer, and Bug Guard Plus is hot. As they do every year, newspapers are recommending Bug Guard Plus to their readers. For instance, here's the Oneida (NY) Daily Dispatch on June 3:
"Common repellents contain DEET which may cause an allergic reaction in some people. If a rash occurs, wash off the remaining repellent. One product that has proven effective... is Avon Skin-So-Soft Bug Guard Plus. It does not contain DEET..."

Remember:
Bug Guard Plus is the first repellent to provide 8-hour DEET-free mosquito protection plus SPF 15 in a pump spray.
Bug Guard Plus IR3535 SPF 15 is the first and only aerosol bug spray.
Bug Guard Plus has proven as effective as leading competitors, including Off!
Bug Guard Plus is gentle enough to be reapplied throughout the day.

You can order from my website.

Lisa B.