Yippee, it's September!
How I love the 'ber' months, y'all. Some may call me crazy, but I love these shorter days.
Granted, the a/c's still running -- but there's definitely aura of ANTICIPATION going on. Can you feel it?
I'm thinking ...
how pleasantly surprised I was by this
Given its price point, there's little likelihood I'd have stuck it in my cart. But Tom's daughter caught me in a weak moment. Before you know it, I spent $45 on what was basically a mystery grab bag.
The giant hair clips ... the l# ankle weights sit unopened in purgatory (aka, hall closet). The cute gym bag did make a nice gift for my friend.
This stuff, however, is truly amazing. The wigs can wait a while longer ... woo-hoo!
In the kitchen ...
I'm fixing to brew a batch of pork chops after church.
Okay. This may not be News to some -- but I was excited to discover an oven-to-crockpot conversion guide (click here). Most of the yummy recipes I'm seeing call for oven baking.
Nope. Not happening.
Cautiously optimistic ...
This book's really captured my attention ... last night I read 'til my Kindle's battery shut itself off.
Accused of a brutal murder, Victoria Ford made a final chilling call from the North Tower on the morning of 9/11. Twenty years ago, no one listened. Today, you will.
A nugget to share ...
Do any of you 'do' Instagram?
I joined a few years ago, but don't actually participate.
No secret, I love Sean Dietrich. What he shared on Instagram the other day makes me love him more.
Someone wrote me and asked why I post photos of my wife not wearing makeup.
The truth is, friend, I take pictures of my wife without makeup because she lets me. If pictures of people with perfectly sculpted faces and abdominals are what you’re after, there are other social-media accounts that will float your boat.
That’s not me. My wife, for example, doesn’t care about makeup. She wears it sometimes, sure. But my wife is a real person. She drinks cheap beer, knows the infield-fly rule, talks loud, wears her pajama for days on end, loves to arrange flowers, and is married to a man with many flaws.
But it’s okay, she says. Because flawless human beings aren’t beautiful.
The truth is, friend, I take pictures of my wife without makeup because she lets me. If pictures of people with perfectly sculpted faces and abdominals are what you’re after, there are other social-media accounts that will float your boat.
That’s not me. My wife, for example, doesn’t care about makeup. She wears it sometimes, sure. But my wife is a real person. She drinks cheap beer, knows the infield-fly rule, talks loud, wears her pajama for days on end, loves to arrange flowers, and is married to a man with many flaws.
But it’s okay, she says. Because flawless human beings aren’t beautiful.
(Copied and pasted)
Before I go ...
If you can stand a boatload of pictures, I wanted to share a few glimpses of our anniversary dinner last night.
"I AM smiling, darn it!"
"I forgot how salty these olives are!"
Yummmm!
One of the things I most appreciate about eating out is a great server -- and ours didn't disappoint. Attentive and chatty, she didn't even mind when I called out her 'Roll Tide' jersey ('War Eagle'!)
We weren't expecting THIS, but ya. I did.
Just call me a nutritional over-achiever. Ha!
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Okay. NOW I have to stop yakking and get ready for church.
I hope everyone has a blessed day. Thank you for being a part of my tribe!
Hugs, Myra
