Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Hope...Wavering Faith...A Minor Miracle!

I refer Y’all to two previous posts:

The Hope TreeFebruary 9, 2106

Update…to an UpdateApril 20, 2016

Today's post is about My Sweet Husband’s (MSH) and my “experiment.” (It’s easier to explain if you’ll read these two posts for background.)

But here is A Quick Summary: We planted a “pod” we found at a grocery store in McKinney last Christmas. Had it in a cup. Moved it a couple of times around our house. It came up when we’d almost given up.

A couple of months later, after transplanting it into a bigger pot, MSH planted it outside. It was looking bad/sicky—we had no idea what else to do.

About six weeks ago, I asked him about Our Hope Tree. (He'd placed it a bit down our “hill”. Not too convenient for me to observe and monitor. All summer long I rarely had shoes and socks on outside—just sandals. I’d refuse to venture through the grass to check on it—as I was afraid of getting chigger bites. They love me and Little Leighton. Sigh.)

He gently broke the news to me: I'm sorry. It’s gone. It didn’t make it.

I'm not going to lie. I was extremely sad. I have to admit—I got a few tears in my eyes. I truly wanted it to make it. I believed it would make a statement to me and MSH: Everything is good. The challenges and changes you face? You’ll make it through all of them. This little tree will be your sign.

He comforted me with a hug and said: Hey, we tried. We had no experience with growing a tree. We’ll try again—sometime.

We moved on.

THEN…drumroll...SUNDAY HAPPENED! I got home that afternoon from an overnight trip East to TLC’s and was chatting/catching up with MSH. It hit him he’d forgotten to tell me the news. The tree is hanging in! He went to take a picture to show me. Here it is!

My heart is SOOOOOOOO HAPPY! I cannot even tell Y’all how excited I was. Am! We shouldn’t ever give up hope for things we really, really, REALLY want to happen! Never. Right?

Have a Wonderful Week, Sweet Friends! Be hopeful. Be faithful. Be patient.


Friday, October 14, 2016

two thumbs (and eyes) up...

My Sweet Hubby (MSH) and I are actually going out on a dinner date in a bit. Yippee, Fri-Yay! We haven’t had an evening out in many, many weeks. I realize there are some peeps who think every day is a vacation for us—since we’re retired. That’s simply not accurate. We are busy BUSY 17/7. At least six days a week. Doing what? Well, I'm not sure I can account for every second of every day. By 5:00 o'lock p.m.? We're pooped. We still get excited about simple things like lunch out. A new dinner spot. A night or two away. Even if it's close by.

I’m not going to fib: We do love our Friday nights (And Saturday. Sunday. Monday through Thursday.) at our country casa. On the couch. Watching TV we’ve recorded (Blacklist. Designated Survivor.) Neither of us does great with commercials. No patience. If we can’t locate a show that we both want to watch together? MSH heads to our bedroom and we watch our preferred picks alone. (Don’t feel sorry for us. Truly. Don’t!)

Occasionally we do watch live TV. If we must. There are actually some quite good ads (Witty. Thoughtful. Touching.). Also some quite horrid ones. YUCK.

Tonight, we’re going rogue. Getting adventurous. We’re sampling a new restaurant in Granbury. On The Square. Yes. True: It’s going to be an early din-din. We’ll be home by 9:00. At the latest. No apologies coming from moi. We are who/what we are: Oldish. Proud Senior Citizens! (Winky. Wink.)

Thinking about changing out of my camo pants and 15-year-old t-shirt into something semi-nice-ish, and freshening my makeup (I’ve been up since 5:30.), reminds me of the new mascara I purchased a few weeks ago for myself and TLC. Y’all KNOW I had to try it. Look at the case? Animal print. Duh. No way I could pass this up. (You must admit I’ve done pretty dadgum good this year—so far—with my determination to cut back on mascara purchases.)

I haven’t used this yet—(I’d just opened my favourite mascara a few days before I purchased this.)—but TLC has experimented with it and she LIKES IT! A lot. A LOT. TWO THUMBS UP.

There’s her recommendation. For what it’s worth!

Here’s hoping each of you has a WONDERFUL Weekend—wherever in the World you are! Go somewhere new! Try something new! Do something different! BE SAFE. Be healthy. BE HAPPY!

Smooches and Hugs, Silly Friends…

Monday, October 10, 2016


Our. PRECIOUS. Dogs.

Henry. (Resting his sweet head on my sister’s leg.) A fancy dog. Has papers and everything. So much personality and energy. At five years old, he’s only slowed down a bit. He drives TLC a bit nuttier each day. But she (secretly) adores him. Little Leighton (LL) thinks he’s her brother. Baby Elle laughs and laughs every single time she looks at him.

Teddy Buddy Boo Bear. Doing what he does every morning of his life: Looking out our bedroom window while he waits for My Sweet Hubby (MSH) to take him for his daily walk. (And, yes. That’s a special hand towel for his chin. It has a pretty little bird on it. He tends to get my windowsills a teensy yucky with, well, dog slobber. Sorry.) Kind. Gentle. Loyal. Jealous (of any and everyone who even looks at MSH—ESPECIALLY LL—even though he does like LL—a lot.) A tidbit lazy—he is nine years old. Which makes him 63. A year older than ELC. That ain’t young.

Our Lives: Better. Happier. More fun. More interesting. Sillier. Full of lots o’ dog expenses (Yikes. Vet bills, boarding, special diets and meds. Oh. My.). LUCKIER. RICHER. BLESSED.

Thank You, Dear Lord God Almighty, for these cherished family members.

Thursday, October 6, 2016

cruisin' and funnelin'...

Y’all know how much I love my DQ Blizzards. And Mickey D’s McFlurries . But my most favourite fast food joint—and the place I adore their ice cream treats the absolute mostest—is Sonic! With their Blasts.

So imagine my excitement, about three months ago, when I cruised into our local Sonic (what I call #1—since we’ve actually had TWO Sonics in our sweet Texas country town for the past seven-ish years) and saw an advertisement for their new creations called Flavor Funnels. Oh. My. Lanta.

No—I haven’t purchased a Blast with a Flavor Funnel. Not. Yet. I came the closest to doing it last Saturday afternoon. At my second favourite Sonic on Earth (the first being Sonic #1 in Stephenville)—the Sonic at Willow Park.

I’d come from TLC’s casa that afternoon and had about an hour to go before I reached home. I knew My Sweet Hubby was going to already have had an early dinner, so I ordered a Sonic Jr. Burger (no cheese—mustard, ketchup and pickles only). Mini Fries. A Large Coke Zero with Vanilla. Then I stared. And stared. And stared. At the picture of the Flavor Funnels on the menu screen. I knew—if I ordered one—it would be a Snickers’ Blast with a Caramel Flavor Funnel.

You can order any flavor of Blast, or Master Blast, and add a “funnel.” They somehow cause a center core (Sonic apparently semi-stole this concept from DQ. I refuse to be judge-y.) in your heavenly treat and fill it with caramel. Or chocolate sauce. Or Oreo cookies. Or peanut butter.


I have yet to order one of these they-have-GOT-to-be-amazingly-sinful delights. I’ve been wanting to order a Sonic Molten Chocolate Cake for years. Literally. Probably five years. Or more. I’ve yet to do it. I gaze at the picture every single time I drive-up for my VCZ. I resist.

If I’d lose ten pounds, I’d reward myself with a Snickers’ Blast with a Caramel Flavor Funnel. (I’d get the mini size—naturally.)

If I’d lose fifteen pounds? A Molten Chocolate Cake. (They only come in one size. I don’t really trust myself to eat only a third to a half of it. I would, however, be HAPPY to share it with you, TLC!)

It's Friday Eve! Have a Wonderful Weekend, Sillies Everywhere! (Have a Snickers' Blast with a Caramel Funnel! Why not? I might.)