Sunday, March 26, 2017

"then sings my soul!"

It’s been a better weekend than TLC and I expected! Thank You, Lord God Almighty and Jesus.

Henry started eating! (See the previous post if you're in the dark on this.) We were all in semi-shock. He was scary, scary sick. But so far, so good. There are a few hurdles to get past. We have faith he’ll be A-Okay!

TLC herself is a bit better, too! Woo Hoo and Yippee!!! She'll be seeing her new doctor later in the week. She does need some guidance with her constant physical ickyness.

Baby Belle’s birthday bash yesterday was FUN! She had no clue what the heck was going on—but she was a SWEET one-year-old. (I still cannot believe she’s one…WOWZER.)

Here she is in one of her outfits (Yes, she had two, of course. Duh. Winky. Wink.):

The family and friends who were able to come made it a special day (We missed all those that had other obligations!) and we’re grateful for their love and gifts. Truly appreciative...

Partyin' with her Pa-Pa!

Her expression!
She didn't know what to make of that candle.
Or the singing.

We have a new Frosting Fan!

I made my way West fairly early this morning. My Sweet Hubby and I had taken two vehicles yesterday so I could spend the night and keep My Precious Angels while TLC and Her Hubby went to dinner with special, SPECIAL friends.

As I drove the two hours home this a.m., I listened to my “Christian” playlist on my phone until time for Joel Live on my Sirius radio. I wanted to share the songs that get deep into my heart and soul. (It is Sunday, don’tchaknow…) Y’all should take my (Yes. Unsolicited.) advice and listen to them when you have some time—if you’re not already familiar with them. I'm betting at least one or two will get deep into your souls.

(I don’t have that many in this playlist. Or even many songs on my phone. I’m picky—so what I download? I ADORE.)

Holy Now by Peter Mayer

Tell Your Heart to Beat Again by Danny Gokey

10,000 Reasons (Bless the Lord Oh My Soul) by Matt Redman

Because He Lives by Matt Maher

How Great Thou Art by Koryn Hawthorne (I treasure this song and have since I was in the 6th grade which is a long story—but I ESPECIALLY crave this version. Koryn got pretty high up on The Voice 3-4 seasons ago. She's a talented and precious young woman.)

Between Two Thieves by Mike McClure (This one gives me chills and makes me know how much I need to work on my ability to forgive others…)

Hallelujah (featuring Jackie Evanko) by Peter Hollens

Amazing Grace by Joey and Rory (I can’t describe my feelings when I listen to this amazing song…one of My Sweet Husband’s favorite hymns. The fact that Joey has passed on just makes it even more extraordinary.)

Cry Out To Jesus by Third Day (When you’re down in the dumps…depressed…struggling with your faith…this beautiful song should help…)

Me and Jesus by Sundance Head (Oh, Y’all: this makes me want to DANCE! Sundance won The Voice a few months ago. This song will make you a BELIEVER! I am convinced...)

When I’m Gone by Joey and Rory (Be ready for this one if you haven’t heard it…it’ll get so deep into your bones you’ll shiver…

Hope Y’all have had a HAPPY Sunday, Friends! Have a Wonderful Week…Wherever in the World you are…



Friday, March 24, 2017


So the past three weeks for TLC have been rough. Their precious Henry—English Lab—many of y’all have read about him and seen pictures of him in past posts—is sick. I won’t go into too many details. He was fine. And then he wasn't. He quit eating. For days. Not like him—he LOVES to eat. Yesterday, he had exploratory stomach surgery. Nothing. Labwork will be forthcoming next week. He’s home. Weak. With a cone. The next few days will be critical. He’s not even six. And Little Leighton’s dog “brother.” There is worry and concern. Hourly prayers. Fear.

LOTS and LOTS of tears over Henry.

NEXT UP: TLC is sick. Again. Not as bad as she’s been in the past. Is it a cold? Allergies? Sinus issue? She goes back to her doctor next week for a follow-up. The doctor thinks allergies/nasal passages. Whatever it is, it is tiring for TLC. Who remains plum worn out on a daily basis because of a certain Angel Baby who sleeps erratically at night. Sometimes she’s up at 3:45. Sometimes she makes it to 6:15 in the morn. One never knows from day to day. TLC is absolutely exhausted and run down. She has not one extra second of time for this situation. Stress and FRUSTRATION abound. More tears.

BUT…drumroll…here are my CHEERS:

Baby Elle is one years old! Wwhhhaaaattttt? What did I just say? A full year has passed since her birth? When? How? Where? WWHHHYYYY?????? I’m in Grammy shock. We’ll be celebrating tomorrow with family and friends at TLC’s casa. (If TLC can just make it through the weekend, she thinks she’ll have hit the lottery!)

Life goes on…Thy Will Be Done.

Y’all have a Wonderful Weekend—Wherever in the World Y’all Are!

p.s.--if you had a minute, we'd greatly appreciate a prayer offered on behalf of Henry. He's a good dog/family member. One for TLC couldn't hurt. Thank you.

Monday, March 20, 2017

rat packin'...NOT hoardin'

So yesterday afternoon, I cleaned my bathroom cabinets.

Here is BEFORE:

Here is AFTER:

This is on my side of the bathroom. My Sweet Hubby’s (MSH) cabinet is one shelf less than mine. (I have the dirty clothes “hamper” built into mine.)

I didn’t take a “Before” picture of my top two shelves. They weren’t awful. I did rearrange a few things to make it more organized.

I also filled up a 13-gallon trash bag with expired and, frankly, ridiculous things that were living in and on these shelves.

What you really can’t see is how truly pretty each shelf is! Because, trust me, it is all PRETTY. Up close. VERY nice. Winky. Wink.

I’ve seriously wanted to straighten this cabinet for literally a year. It’s been greatly bugging me—badly—for about four months.

It. Is. Done. YIPPEE and WOO HOO.
(Yes, I store my hairspray upside down. Long story.)

Y’all have a WONDERFUL Week, Wherever in the World you are! (Clean a drawer or shelf. Throw something away. You’ll feel tres better/lighter/happier!)


p.s.—I am NOT a Hoarder, TLC. Period. End of story.

Friday, March 17, 2017

pounds and pounds of love...

(For some really odd and strange reason, this post was originally written in February. When TLC and I were doing "Love" posts. I don't know when, where, how or why it moved to March. But I'm too techno-impaired to figure out how to get it back. Please just go with it, okay?)

February. Hearts and Flowers. Chocolate Candy. Love.

Well, Folks, I love Weight Watchers! More than ever. Let me explain.

When TLC was about five months old, I joined the local Weight Watchers group with one of my closest and dearest friends. (We were, and still are, like sisters. Even though we haven’t lived in the same town or area in over 26 years. Sigh.)

Lizzie had had her second son four months before I’d had TLC. So we were both in that We-Can’t-Lose-That-Last-Fifteen-Pounds Zone. We decided it was time to try something serious.

The WW program, at that time, was quite restrictive. Although the meetings were fun and uplifting. Motivational. I lost fourteen pounds in six weeks. Lizzie lost most of what she wanted to, also. So we stopped. We spent the next couple of years weighing our food. Trying to continue to use the weight loss principles we’d learned.

I settled in at a weight I wasn’t totally happy with—but it was acceptable. 133. I stayed at that number, or in that range, for many years. I walked ALOT. Five days a week. Minimum. I walked anywhere from 2-5 miles. When I was diagnosed with breast cancer, at forty years of age, I slowly gained twenty pounds during chemo. After that first year of surgeries and chemo and recovery, I’d lose ten. Gain ten. Lose five. Gain ten. This went on for several years
Fast forward to the past four years. I'm become horrible with my eating habits. I'm truly out-of-control. My Sweet Hubby is worried about me. TLC is worried about. I'm worried about myself. I have a BAD back. Bad knees and hips. There are days I can barely walk.

My Precious Sunny and I tried Weight Watchers about five years ago. Same meeting place. Different leader. Different people. I simply did not commit. I doubt that I lasted a month. I seem to have blocked it from my mind.

Enter Oprah. And her commercials. And the fact that Oprah feels like someone I’ve known most of my adult life. (She’s only two months older than I am.) I rarely missed any of her shows. I was becoming intrigued with her involvement in and contributions to Weight Watchers. She could have any plastic surgeon in the world make her skinny. She wants to, instead, live a life full of good, healthy choices. Me, too.

Factor in five years of BAD checkups—in terms of bloodwork. My cholesterol is up. My “sugars” are up. My weight is higher than it’s been since I was pregnant with TLC (I gained sixty pounds having My Sweet Daughter. YIKES.). I'm a hot, chubby, or maybe downright fat, mess.

Sunny’s sister told her several weeks ago she had joined Weight Watchers. She was truly enjoying it! We decided we would try it. It was time to do something. We both cherish our grandchildren. We want to be around for a long, LONG time watching them grow.

Sunny is doing her work on-line. At this point. She's losing! I’m doing both on-line and meetings. (I’ve been to two meetings.) I told the Leader—a lovely, kind, funny, happy, encouraging woman—I’ll be lucky to attend two to three meetings a month. I’ve lost six pounds. I ADORE the WW App. It syncs with my Fitbit and I've received all of my “Activity” points every week since I started.

I have a goal I’m not sure is realistic or attainable. I intend to give it all I’ve got. And when I fail? I’ll pick myself up and start over the next day. It’s what we all must do when life doesn’t end up happening the way we planned. If you need to lose a few pounds, or a lot of pounds, consider Weight Watchers. It’s ranked as one of the top all-time weight loss programs in the world. I think it's awesome.

Hope y’all have a Terrific Tuesday! Have an orange! Have some asparagus! Eat some grilled chicken and save the donut for another time. (But you CAN have that donut. Trust me.)

Smooches and BIG WW Hugs…