Alabama Football!
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Thursday, July 29, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Things I love
Coffee
Blueberries
The smell of freshly cut grass
Watermelon
Strawberry cake (from Edgar's!)
Tomato sandwiches
The sound of waves crashing on the beach
Margaritas
The smell and feel of the breeze over the ocean
Key lime pie
A good book and plenty of time to read
Hot wings
Time spent with my children and grandbaby
(that includes spouses!)
Nearly any Mexican/Tex-Mex dish
Mimosas
Chicken salad
Anyone noticing a trend here?
Food, family, beach.....Hmmm......
Blueberries
The smell of freshly cut grass
Watermelon
Strawberry cake (from Edgar's!)
Tomato sandwiches
The sound of waves crashing on the beach
Margaritas
The smell and feel of the breeze over the ocean
Key lime pie
A good book and plenty of time to read
Hot wings
Time spent with my children and grandbaby
(that includes spouses!)
Nearly any Mexican/Tex-Mex dish
Mimosas
Chicken salad
Anyone noticing a trend here?
Food, family, beach.....Hmmm......
Friday, July 23, 2010
80 years
Today Mother turned 80! Hard to believe. She still works more hours every day than most people I know, but she's doing what she loves.
Thirty two years ago (the same year we got married) Bama turned 80 and celebrated by taking us all to Point Clear (Grand Hotel) to celebrate. I'll never forget Wayne and her taking a ride on a bicycle built for two! She would try and do nearly anything.
Lot's of memories in 80 years.
Thirty two years ago (the same year we got married) Bama turned 80 and celebrated by taking us all to Point Clear (Grand Hotel) to celebrate. I'll never forget Wayne and her taking a ride on a bicycle built for two! She would try and do nearly anything.
Lot's of memories in 80 years.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
There's this man...
Simon Doyle. He’s another quirky male character unique to NR’s style and now another favorite of mine. I’ll add him to the list.
He’s recently relocated to the Pacific NW. He works with wood. Actually, he’s an artist with wood. He has a fabulous house on an island with the beach on one side and woods on the other. He’s just extricated himself from a sticky, high profile relationship with a drama queen and just wants to be left alone. But NR drags him into her story and Fiona’s life, and his mother further complicates his life when she gives him a smart, precocious Labrador puppy for companionship. He doesn’t want a puppy. But mothers tend to do what they think is best.
Simon wants to be left alone in his messy artist’s workshop, Def Leppard screaming and sawdust flying, but Jaws wants to claim his attention by eating everything in sight. In desperation he goes to Fiona for help. He’d rather turn the dog training over to her, but her method is a package deal—train the dog and the human.
I’ve finished reading the book—the first time through. The story line makes you want to check the locks and keep the lights on, but I want to read it again already. The dialogue between Simon and Fiona, even though he’s a man of few words, was cutting edge. Pun intended.
This is a book that may be listed under Romance, but it’s for anyone who likes murder and mystery. Plus I learned a lot about Search and Rescue dogs. It’s definitely worth reading.
He’s recently relocated to the Pacific NW. He works with wood. Actually, he’s an artist with wood. He has a fabulous house on an island with the beach on one side and woods on the other. He’s just extricated himself from a sticky, high profile relationship with a drama queen and just wants to be left alone. But NR drags him into her story and Fiona’s life, and his mother further complicates his life when she gives him a smart, precocious Labrador puppy for companionship. He doesn’t want a puppy. But mothers tend to do what they think is best.
Simon wants to be left alone in his messy artist’s workshop, Def Leppard screaming and sawdust flying, but Jaws wants to claim his attention by eating everything in sight. In desperation he goes to Fiona for help. He’d rather turn the dog training over to her, but her method is a package deal—train the dog and the human.
I’ve finished reading the book—the first time through. The story line makes you want to check the locks and keep the lights on, but I want to read it again already. The dialogue between Simon and Fiona, even though he’s a man of few words, was cutting edge. Pun intended.
This is a book that may be listed under Romance, but it’s for anyone who likes murder and mystery. Plus I learned a lot about Search and Rescue dogs. It’s definitely worth reading.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Curb Appeal
When we realized we weren't going to win a spot on HGTV's Outdoor Makeover or Curb Appeal and we haven't won the lottery yet, W and I started on our own mini-outdoor makeover. I took out the old azalea bushes out front. It was like "wrassling" alligators, and I have the scars to prove it. I swear those shrubs had teeth! I replaced them with new broad leaf evergreens.
W started on his rock garden by rearranging those mammoth rocks we have in the back yard and liberally dosing weeds with Roundup. Then he started hauling bark. So far: 3 trailer loads! Yesterday and today his project was to yank out 2 overgrown boxwoods. Very interesting because he used a shovel, a piece of pipe, and his truck. Then he hauled more bark. Lots more.
I just spent the last 5 hours on the latest project on my to-do list: washing the front porch. Oh, yeah, it sounds easy enough. Coupla hours oughta do it. Right. Remember, that means the siding, shutters, windows and door, columns, and all those spindles that make up the railing around the porch. Five hours later I'm sitting here writing my last will and testament, because I may not live to do another project.
I'll have to admit, that if I hadn't procrastinated it probably wouldn't have been so bad. While I was in the midst of this "little" project, all I could think was that the "stuff" I was scrubbing off would probably make a killer science project. I can see it now: "The Life and Times of Southern Mold & Algae" or "Proper Temperature & Growing Mediums for Mold & Algae as Found in West Central Alabama" or "Can Southern Mold & Algae Survive Simple Green in a 1:4 Solution?"
Daydreaming helped me survive my project on this overcast but humid July morning in West Central Alabama. Unfortunately, there is more to do. But for today, I can check one thing off the list. Stay tuned.
W started on his rock garden by rearranging those mammoth rocks we have in the back yard and liberally dosing weeds with Roundup. Then he started hauling bark. So far: 3 trailer loads! Yesterday and today his project was to yank out 2 overgrown boxwoods. Very interesting because he used a shovel, a piece of pipe, and his truck. Then he hauled more bark. Lots more.
I just spent the last 5 hours on the latest project on my to-do list: washing the front porch. Oh, yeah, it sounds easy enough. Coupla hours oughta do it. Right. Remember, that means the siding, shutters, windows and door, columns, and all those spindles that make up the railing around the porch. Five hours later I'm sitting here writing my last will and testament, because I may not live to do another project.
I'll have to admit, that if I hadn't procrastinated it probably wouldn't have been so bad. While I was in the midst of this "little" project, all I could think was that the "stuff" I was scrubbing off would probably make a killer science project. I can see it now: "The Life and Times of Southern Mold & Algae" or "Proper Temperature & Growing Mediums for Mold & Algae as Found in West Central Alabama" or "Can Southern Mold & Algae Survive Simple Green in a 1:4 Solution?"
Daydreaming helped me survive my project on this overcast but humid July morning in West Central Alabama. Unfortunately, there is more to do. But for today, I can check one thing off the list. Stay tuned.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Independence Day
When you're trying to remember why you love America and why we need to fight to preserve this great nation, think about the sacrifices of our founding fathers as well as those who fought and those who continue to fight to preserve the freedoms we enjoy.
Since I unapologetically love rock and roll, I'll let Lynyrd Skynyrd, my favorite Southern rock band, speak for me. They bleed red, white and blue. The lyrics below are from Red, White and Blue:
My hair’s turning white,
my neck’s always been red,
my collar’s still blue,
we’ve always been here
just trying to sing the truth to you.
Yes you could say
we’ve always been,
Red, White, and Blue
Since I unapologetically love rock and roll, I'll let Lynyrd Skynyrd, my favorite Southern rock band, speak for me. They bleed red, white and blue. The lyrics below are from Red, White and Blue:
My hair’s turning white,
my neck’s always been red,
my collar’s still blue,
we’ve always been here
just trying to sing the truth to you.
Yes you could say
we’ve always been,
Red, White, and Blue
Friday, July 2, 2010
Shopping
I don't like shopping. I can't say that I hate it. I just don't love it. But every now and then, I feel that I must venture out to at least look for items to replace worn and ratty items in my closet. Thank goodness I don't have to dress up for work. God was truly looking out for me when he led me to this job.
I don't like to shop mainly because I don't like to try things on. Every woman understands that, I'm sure. It is an ordeal. A trial. A pain.
My needs are simple. Very simple. When it's hot: shorts, tee shirt, and tennis shoes. When it's cold: warm-up of some sort and, again, tennis shoes. If I'm not going to work: flip-flops.
My needs in shorts are very specific: 5-6" inseam. I certainly don't need anything shorter at my age. Anything longer just looks ridiculous on me. However, it's difficult to find shorts that fit everywhere I need them to fit. Fit one place, gap another.
Let's move on. I prefer short-sleeved cotton knit shirts in bold, solid colors. I know. Boring. No stripes. And most prints out there either are for the very young set or at least one age group above mine. Really I'd just like white. Consider it my uniform. No decisions.
I do not like to be forced to dress up. The mere thought of panty hose, heels, dresses, and lots of jewelry makes me choke. I don't even want to wear dangly earrings in hot weather, because I don't want them to touch my neck.
We're going to a function in a couple of weeks that requires me to think about what to wear. This forces me to consider:
a) What is casual dress ?
b) Who defines casual dress?
c) Do I care?
d) If I care, what will I wear? and
e) Where will I find something to wear?
Bueller? Bueller? Bueller?
I don't like to shop mainly because I don't like to try things on. Every woman understands that, I'm sure. It is an ordeal. A trial. A pain.
My needs are simple. Very simple. When it's hot: shorts, tee shirt, and tennis shoes. When it's cold: warm-up of some sort and, again, tennis shoes. If I'm not going to work: flip-flops.
My needs in shorts are very specific: 5-6" inseam. I certainly don't need anything shorter at my age. Anything longer just looks ridiculous on me. However, it's difficult to find shorts that fit everywhere I need them to fit. Fit one place, gap another.
Let's move on. I prefer short-sleeved cotton knit shirts in bold, solid colors. I know. Boring. No stripes. And most prints out there either are for the very young set or at least one age group above mine. Really I'd just like white. Consider it my uniform. No decisions.
I do not like to be forced to dress up. The mere thought of panty hose, heels, dresses, and lots of jewelry makes me choke. I don't even want to wear dangly earrings in hot weather, because I don't want them to touch my neck.
We're going to a function in a couple of weeks that requires me to think about what to wear. This forces me to consider:
a) What is casual dress ?
b) Who defines casual dress?
c) Do I care?
d) If I care, what will I wear? and
e) Where will I find something to wear?
Bueller? Bueller? Bueller?
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