Sunday, November 30, 2008
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(Just )Five of my MANY Addictions...in no particular order:
1. Animals – all animals! I love all creatures great and small. I’m the sucker that everyone knows about…. The person the vet calls first when someone has dumped off a stray animal; the local animal shelter has my number on speed dial. One of these days when I retire, I will dedicate my life to helping animals. I’ll also be that crazy old lady that lives down the lane with 50 cats, 50 dogs, and 40 birds, maybe even an elephant or ten… Oh – one last thing, I don’t kill spiders or bugs. I scoop them up with a dust pan and set them free outside...
2. Bathing – if you’ve read my blog for a while you’ve picked up on this. It is my hobby. Because I’m a professional bather, I was inspired to develop my own bath and body line.
3. Lip gloss – I have over 30 types. I’m trying to figure out why I’ve not developed a lip gloss line yet. Hmmmmm…..
4. Coffee – I drink way too much of it. I know for a fact that I feel better when I’m off the coffee, I just can’t kick it. My friend Sami helped me realize that it’s not actually the coffee I’m addicted to, but the ritual that goes with it. I love waking up to the smell of coffee, sitting in my chair early every morning sipping on a cup and watching the news before starting my hectic day. Of course there’s also nothing better than a cup of coffee and piece of pie in the middle of the day…. As Sami and I say, “let’s have a cuppa-coffee and piece-uh-pi.” It will put your entire life back into perspective. Okay – practice saying cuppacoffee and pieceapi. Cup of Coffee is one word: cuppacoffee; and piece of pie is one word: pieceuh-pi. And pie is not pronounced pye, but pi.
5. My privacy. I know y’all may think this sounds nuts since I have myself wide open and out there on the world wide web. I also have a lot of great friends and enjoy my time with them, as well as a pretty busy social calendar. Perhaps this is why I’m so addicted to my privacy – or perhaps my quiet time is a better way of saying it. Because my life is hectic with a very busy and demanding career , as well as building a body care business, managing a farm, and building a house, my time at home is precious and valuable. I am addicted to it, I just don’t get enough of it!
Thanks, Kat! I enjoyed playing along and am passing along to these fabulous bloggers:
1. Sami at Painted Groove (we share many of the same addictions....)
2. Penny at Always Something by Penny (we're going to save all the animals someday....)
3. Buffie at Buffie’s World (She keeps me laughing; in fact, she cracks me up.....)
4. Connie at Connie's Turning 50! (The big day is only 2 days away!!!)
5. Bridget at My Silly Blog (world traveler, former fellow-Texan, and painter/artist extraordinaire!)
Friday, November 28, 2008
After several servings of big bird, we spent the rest of the day watching our little bird antagonize Birdie, one of our poodles.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
This is my Aunt Pat and cousin Travis. I have many wonderful memories of my Aunt Pat, most of which from when I was a little girl and she lived with us while her husband was in Viet Nam. She dressed me up everyday and taught me how fun it is to be girly. I realize now, almost 40 years later, that she is the definition of a 'Steel Magnolia'. She always perseveres.
My cousin Travis surprised us all when he announced he had joined the Marines. He is 19-years-old and will spend his Thanksgiving at boot camp. Family or not, I'm thankful to know these two.
I'm thankful for the time we had with Travis all summer, and look forward to getting him back home safely and soundly in four years so he can enjoy Hummingbird Farms and all the peacefulness that surrounds us. And of course - get back to fishing...
Sunday, November 23, 2008
I choose to think of it as Thanksgiving spirit. I'm simply getting in the spirit of over-eating and over-indulging. It's how I give thanks...
It is now Sunday evening and the pie is gone. Jack had one piece of pie when it thawed out 48 hours ago. We didn't have any company this weekend. So... guess who was left to eat the rest of the pie? In the event you love banana cream pie but not in the mood to make a homemade one, Marie Callender does a darn good job. Marie knows pies.
Oh - and just so I can explain myself better on why I ate an entire pie (minus one slice), it's because I know I'm going to get sick of pumpkin pie later in the week. I had to eat an entire banana cream pie in order to be thankful for pumpkin pie. It's a perfectly normal thing to do.... You know, to give thanks on Thanksgiving.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Don't worry - he served some green stuff on the side.
He even washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen afterwards. It was heaven. So - it's confirmed. Jack is a far better catch that Mr. Madrid AND Donny Osmond combined!
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Aunt Evelyn’s letters made me think of my own letter-writing abilities, and I realized that I have never been much of a letter writer. Even as a kid when unlimited long distance, instant messaging, and e-mail didn’t exist, I wasn’t good about writing letters. The more I thought about it, the more I became transfixed in 1970’s nostalgia.
It took me back to 1973 when Mr. Madrid (my first crush) taught my 3rd grade class how to write a letter. Part of this assignment included each student writing a letter to someone, of course in hopes that the student would be written back, and during this process learn how the U.S. mail system worked. Most of the kids in class decided to write Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle Joe or Aunt Sue.
I decided to write President Nixon.
I have no idea why. I remember telling Mr. Madrid that I wanted to write a letter to President Nixon but I didn’t know his address. Mr. Madrid, who was the smartest man in the whole world, knew President Nixon’s address right off the top of his head! He was so brilliant. I remember him saying, “I know his address, it’s 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.” I’ve always had a thing for great minds…
I actually got a letter back from President Nixon, not hand-written, but hey – it was a real letter from the real president with pictures of his family, the white house, and everything! One of these days I’m going to dig around in the attic of the home I grew up in to see if I can find this letter. I used to look at the pictures all the time, thinking I had a personal relationship and direct link to the White House.
After writing the letter to President Nixon, I felt quite confident that if he would write me back, why wouldn’t Donny Osmond? So my next two letters, with the help of my sister, went to Donny Osmond.
Later in Girls Scouts, we were all instructed to pick a fellow Girl Scout from somewhere far away as our pen pal. I remember being matched up with a girl from Pennsylvania. We wrote back and forth several times, but I got bored with it after about 3 or 4 letters. I remember her writing me back once and telling me that I was a horrible pen pal and that she was going to find a new pen pal if I didn’t write her back. I never wrote back….
I was too busy stalking Mr. Madrid.
He lived in a garage apartment a block behind my house. I’m sure I logged 20 miles a weekend sitting on my banana seat bike riding up and down the street just hoping to get a glance of him and winning his love due to my fine form in bicycle riding. At the precise moment I would be in what I assumed was eye- view from his front window where he could see me, I would ride with one hand; then no hands; then legs propped up on the handle bars…. I was certain I was impressing him with my abilities. He was, after all, a far better catch than stinking Donny Osmond who never wrote me back. I bet Donny Osmond didn’t know President Nixon’s address…
But then I got older and traded in my banana seat for a yellow ten-speed in 1976.
Followed by a few more years when I got Farrah hair.
And then my Grandmother got orange shag carpet and I got a blue velour shirt for Christmas. My Grandmother, however, was ahead of her time and when someone would comment on her beautiful new shag carpet, she would quickly correct them that her carpet was sculpted, not shag - Shag was so 1975...
All the while never knowing the world of technology was approaching and the skill of letter writing would become a dying art.
So – how did we go from Aunt Evelyn’s letters to Farrah Fawcett hair? I don’t know…. But, I do know this – I’m going to dust off my stationery and start writing some letters; not to President Bush, but to my nieces and nephews. I don’t think they’ve ever received a hand-written letter….
Monday, November 10, 2008
Now I know how my ovaries must feel...
I can't bring myself to decorate for Thanksgiving because construction still surrounds us. Yep - we're still under construction, four years and going strong! Can you believe it? I think Loop 410 in San Antonio is making better progress than our house ....
That's just the way it is when you take on too much at one time. So, I'm going to just think about last Thanksgiving when I still had my mojo. Here's a picture of the one and only room that was not under construction, but not completely decorated yet to my liking.... Even with all the construction surrounding us last year, I still managed to have a nice Thanksgiving with all the traditional fare. However, not ONE BIT has changed since last year because I simply have lost my ambition.
I'm going to just look at pictures from last year and not do one thing this year.... Who knows, maybe Santa will leave a beautiful package of mojo under the tree for me. We'll see.
For those of you that are my new friends, you can read this post here on the beginnings of this house project that has become the great money pit. To imagine that I managed to get through high school faster than getting this house finished....
But hey - far be it from me to complain.... I really do love where we live and what we're building - not only in terms of the house we're building, but the life we're building. It's all good.
I'm just in need of some estrogen or something...
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Anyway, enough about the election - I could go on and on.... I am a bit of a political junkie, but have intentionally kept my blog politic-free. This allows me to sleep at night rather than ponder politics. I ponder enough as it is, and pondering politics would most likely turn my blogstipation into full-blown blogarrhea. You don't want that....
I will however, let you ponder this:
This is my precious nephew who turned one in September. Isn't he a cutie?