Tuesday, November 27, 2007

I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth, maybe a foot, but definitely not a spoon…


Last week I was at the WalBall, that would be Walmart for most of you, but I call it the WalBall.

I don’t know why, I just do.

I call lots of things by other names because I get some sort of weird thrill from this. I know it’s a genetic thing because my father never calls anyone (or anything) by his or her real name. He has a nickname for everyone and sometimes it’s not the most endearing of nicknames if you know what I mean. This is a cruel thing to do to a child growing up in a small town. I was often confused with what was one’s real name or my dad’s self appointed name. I learned the hard way.

Just ask Gut Bucket.

Anyway, back to the WalBall. I realize that most Americans must enjoy shopping at the WalBall, being that it is the largest employer and corporation in the world. I mean, come on y’all – they didn’t just become this without any merit.

I, however, am not one that contributed to their high-ranking status because I do not enjoy shopping at the WalBall ONE BIT. For me, going to the WalBall is kind of like going to the dentist. I do it because I have to, not because I want to. I would much rather go to a hardware store if I need hardware, or a clothing store if I need clothes, or a grocery store if I need groceries. Wandering around 15 acres of concrete not knowing where to find anything, or anyone to ask, is just not enjoyable to me.


Now give me 15 acres of Tarjay and it’s a different story.

I just don’t feel the love at the WalBall. And last week I found myself forced to feel unloved and wander about their acreage. And since I was going to have to go on the WalBall scavenger hunt, I decided to go ahead and scavenge for a couple of other things I needed. Okay, maybe it was about 50 things…

Somehow the WalBall just sucked me in.

One of the things I needed was some silver polish. PLEASE, if anyone out there in blogland is reading this and knows what I’m talking about will you please let me know?
I’m yearning for a sense of peace and relief that you know what silver polish is, because NO ONE at the WalBall knew what it was.

Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating. At least the first 2 employees, whom I estimate were under the age of 24, didn’t know what I was talking about (or the 3 customers that couldn’t figure out why I was asking them where anything was in the first place). Finally, the third employee whom was over the age of 50 was able to help me. But this is what I find concerning:

Have we become a society that doesn’t know how to polish silver, or even more so, what silver polish is?

The first 2 employees, both girls, didn’t have a clue what I was talking about. They both thought I was looking for something to clean my jewelry with. I explained to both of them that I wanted to polish my silver, as in silverware, not my jewelry, and they both gave me this look like I must be nuts.

So this is what I want to rant about and the purpose of this whole WalBall story: Have we become so accustomed to instant this, disposable that, and drive thru this, that we’ve forgotten about utensils for a holiday meal?

Is polishing silver a dying art?

Now don’t get me confused with some kind of hoity toity chick trying to be all fancy and stuff. I have a busy life and I’m all for conveniences that can make my life easier. I do, however, appreciate a nice dinner table and I really LOVE my silver. My mother gave it to me, and it’s the same pattern that my grandmother, my great aunt, my aunt, and some of my cousins have. I cherish it and use it often, not just for holidays. I think silver, crystal, and china should be used and enjoyed regularly – not just displayed or used once or twice a year.

But, my real concern is what I fear: That young girls growing up today aren’t growing up to appreciate this. Or worse, even understand this.

Is this lack of silver polish knowledge an actual symbol of what we’ve become?

Okay y’all - have I gotten myself all worked up over nothing, or is this something that concerns you, too? And let’s face it, sometimes I feel better when I can blame someone. Ordinarily I just blame Jack, but this time it may not actually be his fault. So is there anyone else to blame? Can we blame anyone?

Maybe the WalBall, or even McDog’s? Or us???

Monday, November 26, 2007

Thanksgiving at Hummingbird Farms

Hi there! Whew.... What a week we had. A great time indeed in the near finished dining room. Before the family arrived, this is what it looked like.


Pardon the dark picture. One of these days I'll perfect my picture taking expertise...

Miss High Falutin' helps her mother with her famous sweet potatoes. Yes, Miss High Falutin' has a band aid on her chin. You should hear her tell you the story about the traumatic event that led to this near-fatal injury. When she removed the band aid I do believe I saw a small pinkish colored dot, about the size of a grape nut on her chin. I have no doubt the injury was life-threatening...


This is my 8 year old niece that is very proud of her new outfit. She just turned 8 two weeks ago. She informed us all that she is now practically a teenager ...


We finally sat down for dinner and made ourselves miserable. These are my two dark-headed little sisters sitting on the right side of the table. Okay, go ahead and say it, I know you're wondering:
Yes, I'm related to them.
Yes, I've asked myself the same question, but I know I am indeed related to them because I have my father's snout and nubs - I mean, nose and short legs.
And yes, I'm naturally blond.

And a good time was had by all!

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Twas the night after Thanksgiving and all through the kitchen
Was the smell of left-overs
And holiday fixins.

When what to my wondering eyes did appear?
But a near finished dining room
And eight, no ten, dining room chairs!

I jumped to my feet to begin taking pictures
But to my dismay I was so full, I was just so lethargic.

I couldn’t believe when I glanced in the mirror
Is that really me?
It is, oh the horror!

I decided to settle in for a long winters nap
After all, what better way to ignore all the facts?

As I tossed and turned in my bed
I had these thoughts running through my head

What would happen if I went on a diet?
You know, what’s the harm?
I should at least try it.

And then I sat up and my thoughts became darker
Is it possible for my rear to get any larger?

Monday, November 19, 2007

A Bird's-eye View of Thanksgiving

I'm getting the dining room closer to being ready for Thanksgiving. In the meantime, Jack and our Sunshine Girl are practicing for how they plan to spend the holiday.

That would be participating in the All American Sport of Spectatorball via the big screen TV. It's a great sport. After all, it's one in which you can nap while playing and then rewind so you don't miss a thing.

The DVR is, after all, the best invention since toilet paper.

On another note, I want to share with you where I will spend Saturday after Thanksgiving. If you live in the Hill Country/Austin area, come on out to Fall Creek Vineyards for Christmas at Fall Creek. You will find lots of special finds that will allow you to scratch off a whole lot from your Christmas shopping list. And more importantly, it will get you out of the house and away from that pumpkin pie ...

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

I'm going to serve Thanksgiving dinner in the bathroom

We're hosting Thanksgiving at our house this year. This could be a problem, being that we're STILL under construction. I'm actually beginning to get used to my life under construction, being that it's been almost 3 years now.

Yes, 3 years.

I really don't think I will know how to act when I can actually sit in a seat without having to dust it off first. The thought of being able to walk around in my own house in bare feet seems like a pipe dream...

I've mentioned before how all the construction mess came to be, you can read more about it here. But, let me sum up one more time that it all started because of this table.


I bought this table 4 years ago. I just had to have it. The picture of the table is from the store where I bought it.

Later this week I'm going to take a picture of the table in my new dining room. It makes me kind of nervous! Our dining room is 95% finished, and our master bath is 90% finished. The rest of the house is, well - not finished. Not finished at all.

So, I'm figuring for Thanksgiving we can just alternate between the dining room and the bathroom. After all, John Wayne & his entire posse can fit in my tub.


Seriously, what do you do with guests in your home when you are still under construction? For me it's a no-brainer, being that my 2 favorite hobbies are eating and bathing. I'm perfectly fine having only the dining room and bathroom close to being finished.

I'll eat, bathe, eat, bathe, eat, bathe....

My dilemma is what to do with my guests????

Monday, November 12, 2007

I'm in too much of a hurry to have a name for this post

Okay, I'm behind on my blogging! It's been a crazy few days and it looks like this week will be a bit chaotic, too. Why are we all in such a hurry? I feel like I'm in a constant state of hurry up...

We actually had a great weekend, and yes I have pictures and will get them uploaded soon. But I'm in too much of a hurry to do it right now ...

We spent the weekend in Dallas and had a GREAT time! We got to see friends and even some family. We spent Saturday at the Navy vs. Univ. Of North Texas football game. Jack is a graduate of the U.S. Naval Academy (and played football for them), so we were really excited to learn that Navy would be playing in Texas this year. We joined the Navy Alumni for the tailgate party and then all sat together for the game. And yes, Navy won! I'll tell more when I post some of the pictures.

We stayed with our friends that are actually responsible for Jack and I being married. They arranged our blind date!

On Sunday it just so happened that my Aunt was in Dallas to see her daughter (my little cousin) perform in Alice in Wonderland at Texas Woman's University. It was great getting to see them and the play was great! In fact, they're going international with it and will be going to Scotland next summer. We were glad to get to see it.

So, I'm exhausted (a good exhausted) and have a very busy week ahead of me. Yes, I will be back with some pics.

I'll also get caught up reading my favorite blogs!

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

If you feed them, they will come

Hi! I'm Bob. I'm a toddler. My Aunt Lisa drove out here from Austin to practice with her new fancy camera. She was so glad to meet me because I was kind of a surprise to everyone out here at Hummingbird Farms. If you don't know the story, you can read more about it here.





Aunt Lisa is a lot smarter than Lavender Chick. She figured out immediately how I came to be out here. Just in case you don't remember, no one knew I would be arriving. I'm told that my daddy jumped the fence to Hummingbird Farms. I guess you will do a lot of things when you're in love. I don't know anything about that yet.

Aunt Lisa snapped a picture of Lavender Chick feeding the cows on the other side of the fence. The same side of the fence where my dad lives.

She feeds them A LOT.





Aunt Lisa said, "And you've been wondering why that bull jumped the fence? Could it have anything to do with the fact you keep feeding them?"


We've all trained Lavender Chick really well out here. Not only does she feed us all the time, but she gives in to the other cows that don't even live here.

My mom says she's a real big sucker.

Whatever that means.



See how big I am? I'm hoping I grow horns like my mom. The cows across the fence are real jealous of her horns.







I like to watch my mom eat grass and stuff. When I'm big she says I will like to do this, too. That seems weird to me. I think I would rather drink milk forever.
Grownups do strange things...

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

It Was A Hollywood Howl

Sorry to have to brag about another one of our children - I mean, animals. But, I have to tell y'all about Poncho's perfect howl!

We're so proud.

For some reason he has just found his voice. Yes, I know it sounds like a strange thing to say, but I'm thinking that dogs must be like some humans in that they often don't know what a good voice they have until later in life. Poncho has never been much of a howler before, he's always been kind of quiet.

Well, he has found his howl. He starts slow and low, it builds.... and builds ..... and then suddenly it's practically a yodel. I'm telling you, after hearing him howl I think I need to contact Hollywood. He could do voice-overs for all those wimpy dog howls.

Jack and I were lying in bed, Poncho was serenading us just outside our window, Jack pulled me closer and said, "Honey, listen to our boy, he's the best howler in the Hill Country."

Did I mention it was 2:52 a.m.?

Monday, November 5, 2007

Do I have a self-awareness issue?

I am totally not a photographer, so I'm sorry if the picture of my Sunday night Red Snapper/Crawfish creation looked a little - uh, not so appetizing. It tasted really good, but now that I've looked at the picture I posted I'm realizing it actually looks quite gross. Sorry if I caused any of you the heevie jeebies.

As I'm typing this, it makes me think of my Uncle George. He's quite the character, never at a loss for words and always speaks pretty much whatever is on his mind. We were once at a family dinner when someone sat a casserole dish in front of him and he said, "Do we or have we?"

So, as I looked at the rather disgusting picture of what I thought put Pappadeaux's Special of the Day to shame, I thought to myself - Oh my Lord, it looks like a do we or have we dish.

Sorry for my lack of photographic skills. I don't have a clue how to crop pictures or do that photo shop touch up stuff. I'm doing good to just be able to upload a picture.

One thing's for sure: I will NOT post a picture of my Thanksgiving turkey.

Especially not my broccoli casserole.

That just might do y'all in...

Sunday, November 4, 2007

J + Lavender Chick = Love 4 Ever

And of course, a whole lot of good food. I think I've told y'all before that we're pretty good eaters around here. Well, tonight I earned some big time brownie points (no pun intended) with Jack.

It just never ceases to amaze me what all you can do with a couple of sticks of butter and some half and half. Tonight I made a crawfish sauce that I will admit was one of my best. I poured it over some Red Snapper, which I cooked in butter of course, and oh my good gracious-Ness!


You would think I was born in Beaumont or Shreveport or something. I really don't know what came over me, other than the fact that I'm bored to tears with our regular Sunday night grub. I won't even bore you with our typical nightly fare.

Because I needed some spice in my life, I just went a little wild today at HEB. Anyway, Jack is happy - in fact, he thinks I'm just the best wife EVER, and I'm miserable.

I think I'm going to go have my dessert now - a bowl of tums and a hot bath!