Monday, July 30, 2007

These Are The Good Old Days

I’m back! Sorry I’ve been absent a few days. We had a house full of company and boy was it ever busy! I’ll have to tell you stories later, but I will say we all had a great time and it was wonderful spending time with family for a few days. I will cherish these last few days the rest of my life.

I still need to continue with the questions that have been asked from my Ask Me Anything Par-tay, so here it goes …

Okay, being that I am a true lover of music, I’m so glad that Pilar actually put a category to her question – favorite songs that say who you are. Otherwise, if I was simply asked my 5 favorite songs, there’s no way I could narrow it down to five. Now you can ask me my 5 favorite Willie songs, or my 5 favorite hair band songs, or my 5 favorite blues songs, etc… But certainly not just a blanketed 5 favorite songs. That’s like asking me which is my favorite leg, my right one or my left one? I truly love music. All music – rock, country, blues, gospel. And of course even the music that I believe is worthy of its own category: Willie, Waylon, Elvis, Prince, Elton, Billy Joel, and the Rolling Stones.

I think one reason I love music so much is because I appreciate deeply the talent of those with the gift, being that I can't carry a tune in a bucket - neither can Jack. If we had been able to have children, we certainly wouldn't have been the next singing family of von Trapp's. I'm so un-musical that when I decided to take up the french horn in high school, my band director actually told me to just fake it, to just sit there and act like I was playing when we were preparing for the concert and sight reading contest!

So, Pilar wants to know the 5 songs that really say who you are. Here is goes:

1. What A Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong. If I had to pick a hands-down favorite song and wasn't given anytime to think about, this is the first one that would pop in my mind. I do believe in this world and I believe it’s wonderful. The more you travel, the more you realize how much more alike we are than different. Yes, when I look around I see the beautiful trees of green and skies of blue, and I do think to myself, what a wonderful world.
2. Cowboy Take Me Away by the Dixie Chicks. Yes, I love my Chicks (I also love my freedom of speech, so please don’t get all huffy on me for loving the great music of the Dixie Chicks, I think they rock and they entertain me quite well), especially this song. It really does sing to me. I completely relate to wanting to grow something wild and unruly, and to wanting to touch the earth and break it in my hands. That blanket of blue bonnets does seem really nice to me. And yes, a cowboy did take me away.
3. You Better Be Good To Me by Tina Turner. Maybe my cowboy did take me away, but hey - that doesn’t mean I don’t have to remind him from time to time that he better be good to me!
4. You Can’t Always Get What You Want by the Rolling Stones. Do I need to say more?
5. Anticipation by Carly Simon. This is just my life story y’all. There is so darn much I want to do and experience that I just get all antsy because it’s not happening fast enough. I’m a dreamer and a visionary – I’m constantly thinking in the future. I can drive Jack flat crazy with my just imagine when’s and my can’t wait til’s. He will often say, “Can we just enjoy the here and now for a little bit?” He’s right, and I really do need to enjoy being in the moment, really being there. I struggle with anticipation all the time, but you know – today REALLY IS the good old days.

Thanks, Pilar, for keeping me in this moment!

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Ask Me Anything, But Don't Ask Too Early

Hi everyone. I thought I would start answering some questions from my Ask Me Anything You Want To Know About Me Party.

First up is “T” at Living the Life: How did you meet Jack and was it love at first sight… for either or both?

Well T, since you’re a new reader I won’t be hurt that you missed my post a couple of months ago about Jack. It was our anniversary and I answered your very question about how we met. In a nutshell, it was a blind date, but you can read all the juicy details here.

A couple of weeks before my anniversary post about my Miracle Man, I wrote about our precious little boy, Buckaroo, and in that story I mentioned when Jack did his head over heels thing for me. It was actually Buck that sealed the deal for Jack. You can read about that here.

By the way, Buck is doing just great!!!

Next question comes from Kat at Justabeachkat: Do you have a bad habit you’re trying to break?

The answer is yes, I have several. My #1 bad habit I’m trying to break right now, only because it’s wreaking havoc on my moods, decision-making, and overall well being, is my night owl problem. My entire family has the night owl gene. I don’t have a problem being a night owl, but when you have things to do and people to see early every morning, staying up late can be a bit of a drag.

I get sleepy every night around 10:00 p.m. That’s a good thing. Problem is, I’m never ready to go to bed at 10:00. I would love to, but I’m usually still pretty deep into some kind of work at that time. You know, being a Lavender Chick is hard work. Anyway, at about 10:30, without fail, I get my second wind. Then I’m good to go for at LEAST 2 more hours, usually three.

Even if I attempt to go to bed when that second wind kicks in, I’m just destined to toss and turn and get mad… Mad at Jack, which is the other habit I’m trying to break, we'll call it Bad Habit #2. For some reason I tend to get mad at my Miracle Man when things aren’t going my way.

So, to answer your question, I have to prioritize all my bad habits. So my first priority is to get myself more organized so that when that little biological thing happens at 10:00 every night and I begin to feel sleepy, I will just get up from what I’m doing and go to sleep - thereby nipping in the bud bad habit #1.

Once bad habit #1 is broken, that will automatically break bad habit #2, which is getting mad at Jack when things aren’t going my way. And once bad habit #2 is broken, that will automatically break bad habit #3, which is drinking too much coffee – but for now, I have to hang on to bad habit #3 or I won’t be able to stay up during the day, which kicks into high gear bad habit #2 – staying mad at poor OLE’ Jack….

Okay. Now I’m so disgusted with all my bad habits I’m going to have to wait and answer the other questions later.

I have to go yell at Jack about something ….

Saturday, July 21, 2007

May the rain fall softly on your fields

It’s raining. This time last year, it would have been: IT’S RAINING!!! YEEHAWYIPPYEA!!! IT’S RAINING!!

What a difference a year makes. Let me emphasize: Rain IS a great thing. I just wish we could change its course to go help out some other folks for a while. Being that our hay is so incredibly overgrown and is swallowing up our lavender, we will soon have to prepare ourselves a map so that we can find the lavender fields. Talk about a needle in a haystack!

I actually love summer rain. The smell, the sound, the coolness it adds to the air. The problem is my mood is very reflective of the weather. In the winter when the sky is gray and gloomy, I kind of get gray and gloomy. In the spring when the sun is getting brighter and all the flowers are waking up, I get energized. When it rains, I get hit over the head with a lazy spell.

This is becoming a problem y’all. You should see my laundry pile! We’ve had so much rain, I can’t shake myself out of this laziness that has been cast upon me. And it’s NOT like I don’t have a ton of things to do! When it’s raining, I either want to hole up in my house and watch movies, or drive around and get …… oops, that’s another story.

I’m sorry to those of you that could benefit from some of this rain. I’m sure Mother Nature will get bored with us soon and move on to another part of the country; and of course, in a couple of months we’ll be begging her to come back.

“May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind be ever at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you in the hollow of his hand.”

Thursday, July 19, 2007

I might as well spill my guts out all over the place ...

Okay y'all. I'm stealing an idea from Pioneer Woman. I realize I've already told a whole lot about myself.... But, I am hosting an Ask Me Anything You Want To know About Me Party. That's right! Go ahead and just ask away. All those things you've been curious about - here's your chance. I'm sure you just stew about me all day wanting to know my shoe size, my all time favorite song, my favorite mascara, etc... Just ask!

I'll compile the questions over the weekend and answer all your inquiring minds. Now if I don't get many questions, I'll just take that as - well, as that you just think this is the biggest bunch of nonsense you've ever heard.

But just in case, I'll get the party started:

How many brothers and sisters do you have?
I have 4 sisters, two whole and two halves. No brothers. Yes, my father has brought 5 chickadees into this world... Lucky man. And he actually still has a full head of hair! Yes, it's completely gray - but hey, he didn't pull it all out!

Have you always been an animal lover, or did that just start when you moved on the farm?
I've ALWAYS been an animal lover. I got my first dog when I turned 3. There's a picture of me holding my new poodle, GeeGee (my Pappy bought him for me), sitting on my new tricycle in front of my cake with 3 candles in it. My animals are my children.

Okay y'all, LET'S PARTY!!! Ask away. Your questions can be trivial, or they can they be deep.

warning: Lavender Chick has the right to refuse any questions (like how much I weigh or if I ever inhaled).

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Green Acres ...

To get an idea of how much rain we've had this year, I wanted you to see this Pecan tree that sits in the middle of our hayfield.

It's actually a very tall tree with a very tall trunk. But the hay is so high, it's touching the branches of the tree! I know that standing in 'high cotton' is a good thing... Is there a saying about high hay? Or tall hay? Or long hay?

We've not had a chance to bail the hay due to all the rain. You have to shred when it's dry. In the meantime, our hay just keeps growing. And now, it looks like rain is on its way, again...

No complaints. It keeps Marsha in the hay and out of the lavender!

I'll check in later... I gotta go rush off to take what might be my last good bath for a while - looks like dirt baths are in the forecast!
Then I think I'll see if Jack wants to roll around in the hay ...

Monday, July 16, 2007

Time to reflect ...

Wow! What a surprise! I was contacted by Kat today that she was nominating me for the Reflection Award.

This world of blogging is all quite new to me. I really had no idea how hooked I would get! The fact that someone actually enjoys hearing my stories just blows my mind! I realize that I can ramble, sometimes not even make sense, and more times than not get off on a tangent. So thanks for continuing to check in with me.

Here's information about the award which was started by a teenage girl:

"As for my award, it is called The Blogger Reflection Award. Why? The reason for the title is because this award should make you reflect on five bloggers who have been an encouragement, a source of love, impacted you in some way, and have been a Godly example to you. Five Bloggers who, when you reflect on them, you get a sense of pride and joy... of knowing them and being blessed by them. This award is for the best-of-the-best so consider who you pick, carefully. This award should not be given to just anyone. If you're going to do the award don't just write a few words and slap it on your blog. Write real thoughts about these bloggers and what they've been to you, and if the bloggers you pick have already been given the award, don't be afraid to give to them again. They deserve it as many times as it's given."

I would like to take this time to reflect on those that have impacted me. Now some, I think probably all of them, have been nominated, but I’ve read the rules and it states that you can be given this award more than once. So with that, I want to give this award right back to the person that gave it to me:

Kat at justabeachkat - I really enjoy and appreciate her happy outlook on… well, on everything. I guess I kind of live vicariously through her at this place she calls paradise. I knew there was a connection when I read the ‘100 things’ about her. Other than the stuff about blue eyes and grandchildren, both of which are biologically and/or physiologically impossible for me, I can honestly say about 90% of everything else she lists are the same things I would have listed. Like me, she’s a breast cancer survivor, and this sort of makes us kindred sprits in a way. The fact that she’s happy with who she is, and where she is in life makes me smile.

Big Mama – I’ve known her for a while and I love that she’s doing exactly what she wants to be doing right now. I also look forward to a good laugh everyday. I agree with her 100%: laughter really is the best medicine!

Kelli at Living in Grace – Wow! What strength … Kelli has a chronic illness, but just plunges through life in spite of it all. I learn from her “can-do” attitude.

Diane at Diane’s Place - First of all, she lives in Arkansas and this just happens to be one of the most beautiful states in the country. I had the opportunity to live in Little Rock for a couple of years in the mid-90’s and loved it. It is such a beautiful place, the country and the people. Diane reminds me of the many gracious folks I met while living there. I look forward to checking in to see what she’s got going on for Sunday dinner. She keeps me grounded on what’s important in life: family, fellowship, and food.

Kat, thanks again for not only nominating me, but for giving me that little daily dose of life in paradise!

Sunday, July 15, 2007

Lady Bird is laid to rest

I was supposed to be out of town today, but rushed home late last night so I could be here today when Lady Bird, my gracious neighbor, would be taking her last trip past Hummingbird Farms.

I really wanted to honor her, she has been such an inspiration to me and so many others. I wasn't sure exactly what to do at first to honor her, but I decided simplicity is always best, so we just bundled up a few bunches of lavender and tied them with bows at the front gate. Jack and I stood at our entrance, Jack with his hat tipped, and me holding a bundle of flowers.

We could hear the sirens coming. First it was one police officer on a motorcycle, and then the rest came buzzing by. There had to have been close to 100 officers on motorcycles. The picture really doesn't do it justice.

And then the hearse. I'm sorry y'all, I just don't have anymore photos because I just felt tacky standing there snapping pictures. I really wanted to be in the moment and soak it all up. It was sad. Very sad. But, I also kept reminding myself that this is a celebration. A celebration of 94 wonderful years of life.

And then the family car approached. Okay y'all, I realize that the cortege had begun on Congress Avenue in Austin with hundreds of people lining the streets, and onto Johnson City, where again hundreds of people lined the streets, and where I'm sure Mrs. Johnson's daughters, Lynda and Luci, made appropriate efforts to wave to all the mourners turning out to show their respect. I know that. But I have to tell y'all, that as the cortege approached our gate, keep in mind that we're 10 miles from Johnson City, the family car approached us and Lynda rolled down the window and waved to us! I'm not talking a half rolled down window with a dainty little flutter of her hand, I'm talking an entire arm out the window wave!

I have to tell you that it gave me that same elated feeling when I was 17 and Mrs. Lady Bird Johnson waved to me from the porch of the Texas White House.

Now I don't mean to make light of the situation, y'all know I have the greatest respect for the Johnson women, but I have to tell you that my mind started doing it's thing (which is dangerous), and this is what it told me Lynda was saying with her wave:

"Oh, look everyone! It's Lavender Chick! Hi Lavender Chick, I just LOVE your blog, I read it everyday! And your No. 145 Lavender Lotion, it's the best EVER! And yes, Mother loved it too, and she also read your blog and she really always wanted to have you over to visit, but you know - with her health and all it just didn't work out, but she knew how much you respected her, and she knows she was instrumental in your wish 25 years ago to live in the Texas Hill Country....."

Y'all just let me believe this for a while. After all, if I was to tell anyone 25 years ago that Mrs. Lady Bird Johnson waved to me, and that with that wave she was telling me I would be her neighbor someday and I would get to live amongst wildflowers and carry on her passion for conservation, everyone would have thought I was nuts.

But, guess what - Here I am!

It's an honor to live in her country, the Texas Hill Country.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

I rock!

I'm a little behind in tooting my horn on this, but Myrna awarded me with this honor a couple of weeks ago!

Well, Myrna, I think YOU ROCK!!! I gladly accept this award and I want everyone to know how great it is to be up there with all the other great Rockin Girl Bloggers!

This is what Myrna had to say about me:

Lavender Chick - I'm just getting to know her, but I am intrigued by her life on a Lavender Farm and I love the Texas Hill Country, so I'm going to give her a shout out. Ya'll go on over and meet her--fascinating place that lavender farm. I discovered her through Boomama, so you know she's gotta ROCK!

Thanks again, Myrna. I will do my very best to live out the role of this fine award.
In the meantime, I'm going to get back with everyone on these things that are still pending:
1. Five more people to tag for the restaurant meme.
2. Now that the Rockin' Girl Blogger Award has been bestowed upon me, I have the privilege of honoring others with this award!
Stay tuned ...

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

God will let you pick His flowers

Lisa called me today with the news. She said, "I know a lot of people will be sad, but I thought about you because I know you are going to be really, really sad". She knows me too well, and she's right. I'm really, really sad.

Several weeks ago I wrote about her. You can read it again HERE.

She's a special lady. I have such respect for her on so many levels - as a mother, a wife, and a business woman. Few really know that she was the one with the business brains in her marriage. While her husband was campaigning, legislating, and signing bills, she was building a radio broadcasting empire.
She was married to a powerful man, a man with a strong personality who was used to getting his way. The type of man that was intimidating to many - yelling out orders and demanding respect.
But she had him in the palm of her hand, she knew him better than anyone. This tiny lady could make this man weak in the knees. She was his confidant, his advisor, his best friend, and his lover.

She made this country a prettier place. Every time you pass by a roadside park, see wildflowers on the side of the road, or cherry blossoms in D.C., you can thank her.

My Mother tells the story when I was a little girl and we went on a vacation to Ruidoso, NM. We were high upon a mountain with the clouds below. I guess I thought I was in heaven, I was only about 2 or 3. I asked my mom, "Do you think God will care if I pick His flowers?"

Imagine how the wildflowers in heaven will look now...

Sunday, July 8, 2007

I've been tagged for my first meme! Kat tagged me for my 5 favorite restaurants. After reading her 5 favorite, I think I just want to go move in with her! She's not joking about her "I live in paradise" stuff.

Okay, I will give my best shot at my favorite restaurants, but it's not going to be so cut and dry for me. Since I live on a farm right in the middle of the Texas Hill Country, I don't exactly live amidst a plethora of restaurants. I mean, really. The closest town to me is 5 miles away, but I don't think I want to include in my Top 5 the 'gas station' in Stonewall. On Friday nights they serve fried catfish, and I will say it's pretty darn good. But, you know - I can't really say it's one of my top 5 favorite restaurants. And something about including a gas station as a favorite restaurant just sounds a little tacky. But interesting things occur in small towns, and when you live in a small town you find yourself doing things you would never do in the city. For example, we're also close to another small town, Blanco. I've got to tell you that one of the best cheeseburgers for miles and miles is at the bowling alley in Blanco. But again, including a bowling alley and a gas station in my Top 5 would - well, it just doesn't sound very glamorous, being the glamorous chick that I am...

So, I'm going to have to include the 3 towns I commute to for my dining. Albeit, we're talking 60-80 miles away, but that's just the way life is at Hummingbird Farms. I'm in San Antonio at least 3 days a week, shop most often in Austin which is the same distance from here as San Antonio, and do my grocery shopping and some dining in Fredericksburg. So, my 5 favorite restaurants come from these 3 towns. Here you go:

1. The Peach Tree in Fredericksburg. They're not open for dinner, but they have the BEST lunch and Sunday brunch. Cynthia is the owner, and she just doesn't cut corners, ever. All the recipes are her own. You can purchase her cookbooks, and I have to tell you that I use something out of one of her cookbooks almost every week. She has some great recipes for salads and dressings. She's a real stickler for fresh, organic food. Her salads, quiche, baked breads, and dessert - MMMM good! There's also an adorable boutique at the Peach Tree, so I can do my 2 favorite things when I'm there - eat and shop. And of course, the fact that they carry Hummingbird Farms line of Aromatherapy Body Care tells you just what great taste they have!

2. Fujiya in San Antonio. It's a sushi restaurant owned by Juno, a Japanese lady that runs a tight ship! Occasionally I'll two-time Juno and try a new sushi bar, but I always go crawling back asking for forgiveness, pleading that I'll NEVER date another fish. Fujiya doesn't have the swanky ambiance as some of the newer upscale sushi bars, but Juno is always consistent, always fresh, and always authentic Japanese.

3. Vespaio in Austin. This is just great Italian food. The fact that it's a small, quaint little place on Congress Avenue in Austin just makes it all the better. The food is always fresh and always good, authentic Italian. In the back of the restaurant, the owner grows his own herbs and tomatoes, he also makes his own mozzarella. Okay, now I'm hungry.

4. Paloma Blanca in San Antonio. This is great Mexican food y'all! It's actually more authentic Mexican food, not Tex-Mex which is what we're accustomed. Now, don't get me wrong, I LOVE Tex-Mex, but it's also nice to have something a little different. Hands down, Paloma Blanca has the best ceviche anywhere. I have outright cravings for their ceviche, thanks to Big Mama, and have to make regular visits. They also have a great patio in the event you ever get that hankering for a margarita and some girlfriend time.

5. Hilda's in Fredericksburg. I know I said earlier that it wouldn't sound very glamorous of me to include a gas station and a bowling alley in my Top 5 favorite restaurants, but I just can't help myself on adding this hole in the wall. Hilda's doesn't have a dining room, but you can sit outside on picnic benches if you want. But that doesn't bother me one bit. I'd drive all the way to Marfa, TX if I had to, to get one of their carne guisada burritos. Hilda's is the reincarnated Mando's. And I just don't have anything else to say about that.

This is my first meme (thanks, Kat), and I think the rules are that I'm supposed to tag 5 other people. But being that I didn't even know what a meme was until about 10 days ago, I'm going to have to sleep on who the 5 are that I'm going to tag.

I'm tired.

And hungry.

Saturday, July 7, 2007

Been so busy keepin' up with the Jones...

Where do I even begin to tell y’all about yesterday? It was one of those head-spinning days where every 5 minutes something different was happening, something that I hadn’t even planned 3 minutes earlier. Let me just give you a 1 ½ minute timeline of what I’m talking about.

To set this up, I was waiting for Lisa ,Kibble’s mom, to get here so we could drive over to Luckenbach to hear our friend, Bonnie Bishop, who was playing a gig. Bonnie was also going to stop by here on her way to the gig to drop of her dog, Emmylou, for us to baby-sit since she’s going to be on the road for a while. Emmy is a Great Pyrenees like our 2 dogs, Poncho & Lefty. The 3 of them are the best of friends and we have the best time just watching them play. Emmy loves her time at Camp Hummingbird!

I’m rushing to get ready before Lisa gets here to pick me up, of which I’m running late because I got behind while working on a report for my real job, story of my life. I’m still upstairs trying to get ready when everything happens at once. Fill your brain with this image y’all: I’m still wearing a pair of pajama pants. Yes, I know – why are you still in your pajamas? Because my day started very early with work stuff and I literally NEVER had a chance to change out of my pajamas. It happens sometimes OKAY?

Envision this: I’m in a pair of pink pajama pants with white daisies all over them. I have mascara on one eye but not the other. I do have on the top I’m going to wear to Luckenbach, which happens to be a zebra print, a beautiful combination with the pajamas. Here comes the chaos:

:00 , The phone rings, it’s a colleague from my real job and we’ve been needing to talk all day.

:10 , Bonnie drives up with Emmy and a new band member whom I haven’t met yet, I’m still in an intense conversation on the phone with colleague.

:11, I put colleague on hold while I yell downstairs at Bonnie that I’m still getting dressed and on the phone.

:18, Eight more seconds into phone conversation and Lisa beeps in to tell me she got stuck behind a wreck; colleague is getting frustrated with all the distractions during our stategery conversation.

1:00 , I get off the phone with my colleague and realize I still need to do more work on my report.

1:06 , I go downstairs, the phone still in my hand, to meet the guy standing in my living room whom I’ve never met, I’m still in my fancy getup: pajama pants, zebra print top, partially applied makeup.

1:09, I’m visiting with the new guest in my house and explaining all the construction mess that surrounds us.

1:20, A Lexus SUV pulls up to the house.

1:22, I can’t figure out who’s in the Lexus – it’s not Lisa.

1:23 , I walk outside in my pajama pants and zebra print top, amongst the construction, to see who’s outside. I still have my hair pulled back in my ‘putting on makeup headband,’ and one masacara’d eye.

1:25, A cute Dallas girl gets out of the SUV.

1:27, The dogs, all 300 pounds of them, have decided they’re just real glad to see each other and strike up a game of ‘Ring Around the Rosey’. I’m the rosey.

1:29, The cute Dallas girl approaches me with a frightening look on her face, after all, I’m partially dressed in a real funky ensemble, hair pulled back in obvious “makeup application” mode. The dogs are still playing ‘Ring Around the Rosey’, and this time she’s the rosey.

1:30, Cute Dallas girl asks deranged looking farm hag if she’s in the right place. She’s looking for a lavender farm.

1:31, I’m mortified, standing there half dressed in partially applied makeup with 300 pounds of dogs running in circles, the phone is ringing in my hand and Lisa is driving up. It’s a little chaotic.

1:32, I explain to cute Dallas girl that I usually look real cute, too, she just caught me off guard, that the farm is closed, we’ve harvested all the lavender, that the gate was only open because I have guys working in the house on the construction, and that we’re rushing to get to a gig in Luckenbach because Bonnie has to be on stage in 15 minutes. Whew!

1:34, She’s looking at me like I’m the biggest NUT she’s ever met. I can tell she has visions of acres and acres of purple flowing lavender fields which she was planning to stroll, and instead she’s swatting mosquitoes and trying to keep dogs from knocking her over while standing in my front yard, which is actually a construction zone.

1:36, I finish my embarrassing conversation with cute Dallas girl, apologize profusely, this is not the way we like to greet our visitors at Hummingbird Farms, and send her on her way to Villa Texas in Fredericksburg.

Okay y’all, that was just a minute and a half. This kind of stuff went on ALL DAY. So now maybe you’ll give me a break for still being in my pajamas. Until we finally made our way to Luckenbach, the chaos and interruptions didn’t end – sort of.

After listening to Bonnie play, we’re sitting outside enjoying some sunshine, which we’ve not see in a week. I’m just relieved to have some time to relax. In the midst of lots of gab, Lisa gets a call from her good friend whom she calls “RB”. Lisa tells him we’re in Luckenbach with Bonnie and he says, “hey, y’all come back to Austin, I’m doing an impromptu tonight at Threadgill’s. Come on over, I’ll put y’all on the list”. We decide, what the heck, let’s go! Why not throw in another change of plans? Life’s too short for structure. Why not finish off an unstructured day with a sudden, abrupt change of plans?

So we head back to my house and change from Luckenbach clothes to Threadgill’s clothes, get the dogs fed and settled for the night, and head back to where Lisa & Bonnie started off, Austin.

We had a great time listening to RB and the band, and felt like we had our own little private concert since there probably weren’t more than 75 people there. Due to all the rain in Austin, the impromptu gig caught a lot of people off guard. And of course, it wouldn’t be considered impromptu if everyone knew about it…

The purpose of this whole story is to tell you that I had a great day – although 90% of the day was not what I had planned. But I couldn’t have planned it any better! And as good ‘ole Waylon used to say – I just needed a little Luckenbach “to get back to the basics of love (and life)”.

By the way, did I mention that RB happens to be a 9-time Grammy Award winner?

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

Red, White & Tight

First of all, Happy 4th of July! A lot of things have been ringing through my head today about our independence. If you think about it, independence means so many things. One thing's for sure, this day never ends without me thinking about our troops, their safety, and GETTING THEM HOME!

But, something else that popped in my strange working brain today is about women's independence to wear whatever the heck we want! Today on HGTV I watched a show where two guys bought an old corset factory, refurbished it, and it is now their home. How they transformed this old dilapidated corset factory into their home was quite outstanding.

After hearing about this corset factory, I couldn't stop thinking about corsets, which got me thinking about my wedding and this funny lady I met during my wedding planning. She was the seamstress that did the alterations on my wedding dress. She was from Spain, her name escapes me, but it was a really cool Spanish name like Pilar or Amparo or something. She was just a hoot, but she didn't mean to be. Her demeanor was more of your strict, serious school headmaster type. She had a thick accent and would ask me questions, but only to be polite. I guess. She would ask me a question like, "what do you think about this length?" Regardless of my answer, she would say, "no, this is better." This went on for 5 or 6 different fittings. I don't know why she bothered to ask me anything, because she already had her mind made up on what she was going to do. No budging. So each fitting she would ask several questions, and then she would give herself her own answer. I might as well have been a mannequin missing a head.

On the last fitting, I tried on the dress and it was SO tight in the corset area I could hardly breath! As she zipped up the dress, I literally felt my liver being shoved up to my throat! I immediately said, "This is just too tight, I can't breath, in fact, it's painful!" She snipped, in her thick accent: "No, no, no. It's not too tight it looks good. I refuse to let any out". I begged, "but you just have to, I'll be miserable all night!"
She lit right into a tirade: "Do you know how many centuries women have suffered? For years women have been in pain, everyday they dressed, everyday it was painful. This dress you have, it's NOTHING, it's not tight AT ALL. These girls today, you're just all so lazy and loose. Women have suffered for centuries, YOU can be uncomfortable for a few hours. I'm NOT letting it out".
And with that, she cinched a bit tighter and said with a big smile on her face, "Now don't you look nice?" She then snapped her fingers and ordered, "take it off it's going to wrinkle. And don't gain any weight before the wedding, I'm not changing anything!"

So today I'm thankful for our independence and for our fashion freedom, too!

Monday, July 2, 2007


Okay y'all, I'll just apologize up front for boasting, but I just flat outdid myself tonight. Y'all know I have more squash than Quaker has oats. Well tonight I made the best ever fried squash!

I only wish there was a fair coming to town so they could just go ahead and give me my darn blue ribbon.

Yes, I fried the squash. Don't worry - frying organic home grown squash cancels out any unhealthy aspects of frying. You know, kind of like how it's okay to drink Diet Coke with a candy bar. I may not have retained a whole lot from school, but I completely remember being told how a negative and a positive cancels each other out. Don't you just love that!

So as my Pappy used to say, I fried the dog snot out of it. But let me tell you what I did to make it my best EVER fried squash. Being all sophisticated and stuff, and being that I am into all that's Mediterranean since I am, you know - the Lavender Queen, I added Parmesan cheese and garlic salt to the batter. YUMM-ME! Check it out.

You should have seen me having to fight off Jack long enough so I could take this picture! Now I know I'm leaving y'all salivating and wishing you were sitting right here with me at Hummingbird Farms, but that's why Mr. Gore invented the Internet - for virtual teasing!
Bon appetit!